Now's Your Chance!!! Spamton x Reader

Fever Pitch

Noelle sprints ahead of you, holding your hand tight as she leads you deeper into the alleys and away from Berdly. 

It's only a moment before you hear a loud crash as Berdly bursts out of the snow. His giddy laughter bounces off the walls, surrounding you. You try to focus only on the clatter of hooves and boots against the pavement.

"Noelle~" he coos. "What do you think you're doing, protecting an enemy?" 

Spears lance through the air around you as he fires off shots.

"S-STAY AWAY, BERDLY!" Noelle yells back. She casts her hand back and summons a wall of ice, blocking the rest of Berdly's spears. She grips your hand tightly. The alley splits into two paths, and she throws both you and herself down one path, not hesitating for a second as you run.

In a heartbeat, you hear the crash of Berdly's halberd smashing through Noelle's ice.

"Noelle, my dearest friend! I'm doing all of this for your own good!"

Her ears are flicked back, her eyes are wide, she's biting her lip to the point where you're sure every bound has her teeth cutting into the flesh- She's terrified, but all the same, she's determined to get you out of there. 

"I can- I can put him to sleep, we just-" 

A tornado sweeps past you both, and you can feel another behind you. Noelle uses a fraction of her power to redirect it with an icy breeze.

"-I need you to keep him off me. I need to save energy for the spell, I-"

"-Got it," you cut in. With the rush of battle pounding through you, your soul radiates power.

You won't hurt him. But you have more than just a sword on your side.

He may be far away, but Spamton's soul sings to you. As you zigzag through dim, narrow streets, you wrap yourself in the thread that binds you to him. There's warmth in the memory of his touch, and you cling to it as you draw power.

Small porcelain hands. 

His broad, flustered smile. 

Laughter.

That laugh of his rings in your mind, your chest, your throat- Until you're laughing out loud. It bubbles up and out of your lips, loud and disjointed. It's like his voice is coming from your body rather than your own.

Noelle glances at you nervously when you slip your hand from hers and turn around.

Berdly's closer than you thought- just steps away- when you let go and screech.

"E̴̪̬̣̓̍̍̾̉͘͝Â̶̭̼͙̍́͝͝H̴̰̱͔̀̈́͊̌͑͒̐̾́͋̇͘͝͝HH̴̨̛̛͉̠̅̅̓̄̇́͌̋͜͜͝ͅE̶̛̮̞̻̽̅̽̆́̓̕̕͜͠͝͠h̴̖̘͓͉͂̃͗̕ë̶̥̩͉̈́̿͂̈́̓͌̈́̕͝͠h̵̨̲͈͈̣͂͆́̃͒̒͒͘͝EḢ̴̃̊̋̊̈̕[̷͔̘̮̓̇a̷̭̞̅͒̇̌̂̓̈̇̈̈́̈́͝h̴̰̜̠̠̉̉̒̿͝-̶̭̖̫̑̆-̴̹̖̌̏͑̋H̴̝̱̲͌͝Ḛ̴̉͗̍͑͐Ḣ̷̳͈̤͎͕̇͂̕̕Ȁ̴͖͓̟́͊͗̽̐̋͛̓͛͠ͅH̶̤͕͉̠̻̊̿͒̈́̉̚͠͝/̶̞̖̦͐͛͆̓͒̈́͑͘͝͝E̵͗̂̾͗̚͝Ḫ̵̡̔͊̃͗͌́͆͛hḥ̶͔͓̆̋̀̒̋̍̌̓̀͛͝͝͝E̵̮̪̹͔̓̃̆̋̏̉̈́́̑̕̕͝Ḫ̸̨̖͔͚͘A-HḚ̸̝̫̠͚̐̓̎H̴̳̫̃͌́̓͜͝!" you laugh in five voices, blasting the alley with sound. The filthy bricks rattle with the force of it. Berdly clasps his hands over his head, stopping short of you as he tries to keep the noise out. His halberd clatters to the ground.

"ACK, THAT'S NOT FAIR!" He shouts over the din. 

The Hacker's sunglasses rattle on his beak.

The unhinged laughter twists in your chest and becomes something darker.