Now's Your Chance!!! Spamton x Reader

Follow The Pipeline

After poking your head in a couple of the more popular rooms, you eventually find yourself in front of Noelle's room. You're already exhausted from your long day, but the thought of what Queen might do if you don't find the little deerling...

You give an anxious knock on the door while Spamton watches.

"Noelle?" You ask for the thousandth time. "Are you in there?"

No response, which is about what you expected. 

"Well, we tried," Spamton huffs from your side. "Kid can take [CHEAP HEALTHCARE] of herself, right? Why don't we-"

"Wait," you say, not ready to give up quite yet. "Just..." You take hold of the knob, hesitating for a beat. It's probably locked, you know that. But what if...

Spamton jumps at the motion, chattering nervously.

"Hey-hey-hey, we shouldn't just [[Embargo On]] a [-SUPPLEMENTS for a GROWING GAL-], it's her [pr1vate] space-"

The door swings open easily.

You step inside, Spamton close on your heels, waving his hands and clacking his jaw loudly as he talks.

"W-what's the big idea!!? Would [[HYOU'']] want me to just [March 1st] into YOUR room? If you [just Tryed it] when I was a fledgling, I woulda-" He rolls his shoulder like the wind-up before a punch, but his arm goes slack when he sees Noelle's room.

"-Huh," he exhales, his teeth clicking together. 

"It's very her, isn't it?" You laugh.

"She sure [5000000 likes for $900.99???] [Christmas Sales]."

You don't feel the need to respond, so instead you just scan the room. The ice sculpture, the closet, the bed and window, the uneven snowflake patterns on the walls...

You poke your head into the bathroom, expecting nothing and getting exactly what you expect.

"She's not here," Spamton notes.

"Yeah, I kinda got that."

"So what [Now][Now][Now]?"

"I... Don't know," you admit. "This was kinda my best lead. Maybe we can just... I don't know, wait here?"

"[[Tyrant Monarch]] would see her coming ages before we would."

"Yeah, you're right. But what else do we do?"

"We go back to our [3 bed 2 bath] room and trust her to handle herself." He sets his hands on his hips, making an expression that mimics pursing his lips.

"What, are you judging me for caring?" You scoff, avoiding his eyes. "She's just a kid, Spam. I don't want her on her own like that..."

"She was fine before you came along, she'll be [[unfair fines]] now. Let's just go."

"I..." You search for any excuse, but with his eyes on you so sharply... "...Okay. Let's go back."

"Good! Good, you can get some [much-needed rest]-" He beams, but his smile drops when you cut him off.

"-Wait. Wait a fucking second-" Your attention flicks to the walls again, where you actually process what you saw before.

The snowflake designs weren't the same sizes, sure, but they were all still those perfect crystal designs. So for them to be uneven-

Ah. There it is.

Right by the floor, tucked behind the warrior sculpture is a thick blue wire that pokes out of a snowflake and trails down to the floor.