Now's Your Chance!!! Spamton x Reader

Scattered

It feels like the world is caving in around you. 

It's an inescapable cycle. No matter what you do, you're back here, nursing your wounds in the trash.

Again and again and again.

Do you belong here?

There must be a reason, after all.

Maybe all this time you've spent fighting it, you should have just... accepted. Settled into the trash and let yourself die.

But you don't really want to do that.

No.

Fuck this.

You stand up. Wrapping your blanket tight around your shoulders, you reject your fate.

First things first, you take stock of your injuries.

After Swatch's spaghetti, you're mostly healed. There's some mild pain in your chest and you have a bit of a headache, but otherwise you're fine. 

Next step. Where do you go?

You're not sure where specifically, since he wasn't found, but you can sense that Spamton's still in the mansion somewhere. If he gets found, you get the feeling he won't get the same kindness you did. 

So back to the mansion it is.

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The walk back is... quiet, to say the least. You pass through some major streets, expecting the usual crowds, but all you see is the occasional nervous pedestrian who refuses to meet your eyes. At one point, a Darkner sees you and actually runs the other way.

It feels like you did something, but based on what Swatch told you, it's not like you even succeeded with the reactor. Something about a force field, you guess.

So why is everyone avoiding you? Where did the other Darkners go?

There's no traffic. That's almost the most worrying part. You're so used to the ambient sound of duck-legged cars racing around, honking, and otherwise making nuisances of themselves, but no. It's just... quiet. 

Papers are scattered across the ground everywhere you go. Berdly has definitely been around. You guess the papers just don't degrade like the usual monster attacks? Your soul-weapons dissipate when you're not touching them, but then again, you're not a monster. You guess it's just different. 

Maybe Noelle would have more insight.

You haven't seen her in a while.

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The long, carpeted walk to the mansion's entrance is too tense for your liking. You hold tight to your blanket, using it to keep the cold out as best you can, but it still manages to creep through. Every step feels like it's taking you closer to something wrong. You can't help the chill that settles over you.

You feel like something has fundamentally changed. It's like the lights of the city have dimmed. Every shadow is deeper, every second lasts a little longer... You can't explain it.

This cyber world is timeless, but for some reason, it feels like dusk.

The entrance looms in front of you.

Warding off the paranoia as best you can, you step through and into the mansion.

-And right into the feathered claws of a Swatchling.

"What-!" You try to smack their arms away, but they're stronger than anticipated. The Swatchling chirps at you disappointedly.

"Hey! I have a room! I have a right to be here! I- Come on, I'm a member of staff, too, right? We worked together, didn't we-?" You scrabble at their waistcoat, but they just avoid your eyes and usher you right back out into the cold.