Now's Your Chance!!! Spamton x Reader

Angel

"Spamton?" You call out as you reach the bottom of the stairs. "Are you- hack- Are you here?" You try to shout for him, but your voice cracks and you end up rasping out the last words. You reach up to touch your throat, but think better of it, and keep your hands away before you hurt yourself.

No reply, not that you expected one. 

The thread of your soulbond pulses strongly.

Molten metal glints dimly from the wire hall, same as you left it. But unlike before, you don't feel drawn that way- Rather, you feel drawn the other way, towards the forcefield hall.

You hesitate to go that way. You saw the way Spamton got shocked. 

...But the pull is so strong...

...And when you get closer, you see that the electronics attached to the walls have been deactivated.

Still, when you walk forward, you hold your hand out just in case. You'd rather sacrifice a finger than have your whole body electrocuted. You squeeze your eyes tight and reach forward...

When no shock comes, you relax and drop your hand. You won't be electrocuted today. You step past the threshold with a soft exhale.

A doorway squats at the end of the hall, dark and foreboding. Beckoning.

The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. There's something here that feels like you're walking into danger.

You don't know what's out there, but you do know Spamton is there. And if he's in danger, you refuse to hesitate a moment longer.

You stride past the doorway and into a wide, dark tunnel. You can just barely see train tracks, making this... a subway station, you guess?

One that hasn't been used for a long time, at least. Everything is covered in rust and grime. Those green wires twist up the walls, tangled like vines.

No one's here.

"Spamton?" You call out again, less confident. Maybe you were mistaken? You're still not really used to the soulbond. While it has proven its power in the past, maybe you were too quick to make assumptions this time. It was just a feeling.

There's another doorway across the station from you. Maybe...?

You carefully hop down from your side of the station and make your way across the tracks. The scrape of your boots against metal echoes loudly. You feel... exposed.

You climb up on the other platform and walk to the doorway.

When you step through, the room is even darker than the last few rooms. It's another long passage of dark brick. Green wires drape from the ceiling, twist around pillars in the dark, reaching down to pile haphazardly on the ground.

There's something at the end of the hall.

"Spamton? Are you there?" You break into a jog. You can feel his presence, you know he's so close!

But when you reach the end of the hall, ready to embrace your salesman, all you find is an old machine.

Huge arms hang from the ceiling, dangling into the dark. Its head hangs sadly. Knotted green wires support the limp body as much as they trap it. It's hard to make out any more details in the low lighting.

You remember the legs you saw in that strange lab. You figure they must belong to this body. 

But that's all it is. An empty body. A corpse of a mech. It certainly hasn't been used in a long time, if ever.

Your heart breaks a little. If Spamton isn't here, you have no idea where he would be. He could have been thrown out, same as you...

You wander back out to the subway tracks, fighting frustration. You should've checked the shop! You weren't far away, you could've just...