Dark Thorns (A Deltarune fanfic)

Break

Four days. It has been four days now.
Spamton wasn't able to rest easily at all. Too many thoughts invaded his head. Almost none were good. A part of him wanted to go into his NEO form and destroy the warp door in the trash zone. Would it solve anything? No, but he needed to take his mind off of the other terrible thoughts. A Swatchling had already come by to check on him and deliver him some take out. When was that? An hour ago? Maybe two? Spamton didn't know anymore. He spent about a quarter of that time trying to call Pink's phone again. Trying so many times, Spamton was about to go crazy.
He must have already started because he could have sworn he heard the line pick up.
Wait. It did.
"PINK? [Are you] THERE?"
...
"IT'S ME. YOUR OLD [[flame]]."
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"IT'S YOUR [buddy] SPAMTON. CAN YOU EVEN [hear about this]?"
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"PLEASE SAY SOMETHING!"
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"PINK. P L E A S E."
"Spamton."
"PINK? I HEAR Y0U [[For now]]. [Where] ARE YOU? ARE [U] OKAY?"
"I'm fine. So stop."
What?
"WHAT DO Y0U ME4N?"
"Stop calling me."
What?
"ARE [R] YOU KIDDING? I'VE BEEN TRYING TO [Get in touch with] YOU SO THAT I COULD FIND YOU."
"Well stop. Stop trying. I'm not coming back."
"WHAT [What]!? WHAT'S TH4T SUPP0SED TO [4.99] MEAN?"
"It means you're never... going to see me again. So please stop trying."
"I DON'T UNDERSTAND. [Do you] EVEN KNOW WHAT I'vE BEEN GOING THROUGH? TRYING TO [Locate] YOU?"
No response.
"WELL? PINK?"
"Just forget about me."
"NO. NO [Stop] NO. PINK. DON'T SAY THAT."
"Please stop."
"I W0N'T [Hear about] IT UNLESS YOU SAY TO ME [Face to Face]."
"I'm begging you. Stop! Just... leave me alone. I don't want you." Spamton felt his heart sink. "I don't want you near me."
"PINK-"
But then the call ended.

The phone slipped out of his hands. He went still.
Spamton could barely register what just happened. Pink is alive. He doesn't want to be found. But why? Something felt off. Why would he say something like that?
He left me.
But it wasn't by choice. Maybe they're blackmailing him.
Then why did he push me away?
I'm sure it was to keep me safe. And if that's the case, Pink needs me now more than ever. I can't just abandon him.
Why not? He abandoned me.
No he didn't!
Why wouldn't he? I'm a terrible person. He should hate me.
No he doesn't. Pink... He said he loved me.
He lied.
No. He didn't.
He's a liar.
Pink...
He said that we'd be together. And now he's gone. HE LIED.
No. No he didn't.
Ý̗̙̝̫̱͐̄̚͞E͎̫̻͕͒͒̑̃̊͟S͚͈̭̦̈́̈̄͒ H̫̜̓̂E͎̫̻͕͒͒̑̃̊͟ D͇̹͎͖́͐̀͠Ĭ̢̜͝D͇̹͎͖́͐̀͠!
S͚͈̭̦̈́̈̄͒T͙́Ó͎̥͡P̠͖̠̈́͋ Ĭ̢̜͝T͙́! S͚͈̭̦̈́̈̄͒T͙́Ó͎̥͡P̠͖̠̈́͋ Ĭ̢̜͝T͙́! S͚͈̭̦̈́̈̄͒T͙́Ó͎̥͡P̠͖̠̈́͋Ĭ̢̜͝T͙́S͚͈̭̦̈́̈̄͒T͙́Ó͎̥͡P̠͖̠̈́͋Ĭ̢̜͝T͙́S͚͈̭̦̈́̈̄͒T͙́Ó͎̥͡P̠͖̠̈́͋Ĭ̢̜͝T͙́!!

Spamton felt like his head was about to explode. Before he knew it, Spamton had started grabbing the boxes and throwing them, making the items inside scatter on the floor. Anything he saw, it would get thrown. If his foot bumped into something, it would get smashed. He didn't care what it was. When Spamton set his sight on the new bedding Pink had gotten him, it was no different. Why have a reminder of him? Why keep the stuff he got? Get rid of it all. Break it all. Damn it all. Yet, he still didn't want to look at it. He felt like he heard a horn go off in his mind. The fury was making him shake. His teeth were grinding against each other so hard, they could shatter. Everything hurt. Covering his eyes, Spamton howled.

W̧̙̝̲̓̔̾͡h̫̜̓̂ý̗̙̝̫̱͐̄̚͞? W̧̙̝̲̓̔̾͡h̫̜̓̂ý̗̙̝̫̱͐̄̚͞? W̧̙̝̲̓̔̾͡h̫̜̓̂ý̗̙̝̫̱͐̄̚͞? W̧̙̝̲̓̔̾͡h̫̜̓̂ý̗̙̝̫̱͐̄̚͞ P̠͖̠̈́͋ĭ̢̜͝n͕̰̳̏͝͡k̢͖̠̠͑͗͝͞?!
Ý̗̙̝̫̱͐̄̚͞ó͎̥͡ụ̩̪̇͆͑́͜ s͚͈̭̦̈́̈̄͒á̘͉̉ĭ̢̜͝d͇̹͎͖́͐̀͠ ý̗̙̝̫̱͐̄̚͞ó͎̥͡ụ̩̪̇͆͑́͜ l͈̯̾̀ó͎̥͡v̨̖̪͔̋̌̋̈́e͎̫̻͕͒͒̑̃̊͟d͇̹͎͖́͐̀͠ m̬̟̑͗e͎̫̻͕͒͒̑̃̊͟. Ý̗̙̝̫̱͐̄̚͞ó͎̥͡ụ̩̪̇͆͑́͜ s͚͈̭̦̈́̈̄͒á̘͉̉ĭ̢̜͝d͇̹͎͖́͐̀͠ ý̗̙̝̫̱͐̄̚͞ó͎̥͡ụ̩̪̇͆͑́͜ l͈̯̾̀ó͎̥͡v̨̖̪͔̋̌̋̈́e͎̫̻͕͒͒̑̃̊͟d͇̹͎͖́͐̀͠ m̬̟̑͗e͎̫̻͕͒͒̑̃̊͟! Ý̗̙̝̫̱͐̄̚͞ó͎̥͡ụ̩̪̇͆͑́͜ s͚͈̭̦̈́̈̄͒á̘͉̉ĭ̢̜͝d͇̹͎͖́͐̀͠ ý̗̙̝̫̱͐̄̚͞ó͎̥͡ụ̩̪̇͆͑́͜ h̫̜̓̂á̘͉̉d͇̹͎͖́͐̀͠ á̘͉̉l͈̯̾̀w̧̙̝̲̓̔̾͡á̘͉̉ý̗̙̝̫̱͐̄̚͞s͚͈̭̦̈́̈̄͒ l͈̯̾̀ó͎̥͡v̨̖̪͔̋̌̋̈́e͎̫̻͕͒͒̑̃̊͟d͇̹͎͖́͐̀͠ m̬̟̑͗e͎̫̻͕͒͒̑̃̊͟!
S͚͈̭̦̈́̈̄͒ó͎̥͡ w̧̙̝̲̓̔̾͡h̫̜̓̂ý̗̙̝̫̱͐̄̚͞?! W̧̙̝̲̓̔̾͡H̫̜̓̂Ý̗̙̝̫̱͐̄̚͞?!
W̧̙̝̲̓̔̾͡h̫̜̓̂á̘͉̉t͙́ d͇̹͎͖́͐̀͠ĭ̢̜͝d͇̹͎͖́͐̀͠ Ĭ̢̜͝ d͇̹͎͖́͐̀͠ó͎̥͡ w̧̙̝̲̓̔̾͡ṙ̻ó͎̥͡n͕̰̳̏͝͡g̥̤͌̈?! W̧̙̝̲̓̔̾͡h̫̜̓̂ý̗̙̝̫̱͐̄̚͞ á̘͉̉m̬̟̑͗ Ĭ̢̜͝ n͕̰̳̏͝͡ó͎̥͡t͙́ e͎̫̻͕͒͒̑̃̊͟n͕̰̳̏͝͡ó͎̥͡ụ̩̪̇͆͑́͜g̥̤͌̈h̫̜̓̂? W̧̙̝̲̓̔̾͡h̫̜̓̂ý̗̙̝̫̱͐̄̚͞ w̧̙̝̲̓̔̾͡á̘͉̉s͚͈̭̦̈́̈̄͒n͕̰̳̏͝͡'t͙́ Ĭ̢̜͝ e͎̫̻͕͒͒̑̃̊͟n͕̰̳̏͝͡ó͎̥͡ụ̩̪̇͆͑́͜g̥̤͌̈h̫̜̓̂ f̝͓͇̰̋͋̂͝ó͎̥͡ṙ̻ á̘͉̉n͕̰̳̏͝͡ý̗̙̝̫̱͐̄̚͞ó͎̥͡n͕̰̳̏͝͡e͎̫̻͕͒͒̑̃̊͟?!
F̝͓͇̰̋͋̂͝ó͎̥͡ṙ̻ ý̗̙̝̫̱͐̄̚͞ó͎̥͡ụ̩̪̇͆͑́͜.
F̝͓͇̰̋͋̂͝ó͎̥͡ṙ̻ Ṙ̻e͎̫̻͕͒͒̑̃̊͟d͇̹͎͖́͐̀͠.
F̝͓͇̰̋͋̂͝ó͎̥͡ṙ̻ M̬̟̑͗ĭ̢̜͝k̢͖̠̠͑͗͝͞e͎̫̻͕͒͒̑̃̊͟.
F̝͓͇̰̋͋̂͝ó͎̥͡ṙ̻ Á̘͉̉N͕̰̳̏͝͡Ý̗̙̝̫̱͐̄̚͞Ó͎̥͡N͕̰̳̏͝͡E͎̫̻͕͒͒̑̃̊͟.
So... why?
I thought...

"Now I feel like I just got you back."
"I missed you too, Spammy."
"I'm glad that I ran into you."
"I thought you said you knew how much I love you."

I...

Spamton lowered his hands, seeing the mess he made. Almost everything was in ruin. All of the boxes were torn up. Same with the new bedding. Ripped to shreds. So many items were scattered on the floor, it was impossible not to step on something. The one thing that was unscathed was the phone.
Did I really do this?
Making his way to the corner of the room, Spamton knelt down by the now destroyed bedding pile. Holding onto it, he could see that it couldn't be salvaged.
I... I'm sorry.
But...
Why? Why Pink?
Laying on the pile, Spamton thought about just staying there. Wallowing in his sadness for days on end. Just like how he used to. That is until he saw something in the wall. In a small crevice were two items. A ring box and a familiar keychain. They were Pink's keys to his shop and apartment. Now that he thought about it, Pink was always by this corner. Of course he would have his items close by and if that was the case, then Spamton had a feeling he knew what was in the box. Opening it up, he saw the thorn ring. He scowled at the small item. It was because of that thing. Because of that stupid ring, Pink was taken away from him. It brought them together again and made them happy for a brief moment only to snatch it away again. It caused so much pain.
Feeling his anger rise up within him again, Spamton clenched his fist and punched the wall.

–

"He really said that?"
"[Affirmative]"
Spamton had gone to the Color cafe to tell Swatch what happened. That he got in touch with Pink and how Pink told him to stop searching. He didn't know what else to do.
"Something about that doesn't sound right at all."
"H0W SO?"
"Well I can't tell for sure because I didn't hear the call myself, but it's not rocket science. Something was off. I am about 79% sure that Pink was lying."
"LYING HUH?"
"Don't you think so too?"
Spamton just looked down. Swatch didn't wait for him to answer as he was busy trying to come up with explanations for the call.
"He could have kept ignoring your calls. Why answer now? Was there a particular reason? Was he forced to answer?"
Spamton wasn't listening anymore. His mind was fuzzy as thoughts were swarming. Was it really a lie? Or perhaps Pink did hate him again? He felt like he deserved it. Yet, something inside was screaming at him. Nothing about this felt right. Nothing at all.
A rhythmic knock came from the cafe entrance. After a few seconds, a Swatchling entered, greeting the other two darkners.
"Do you have anything significant to report?"
"Actually, yes sir. As I went about my search, a yellow Addison approached me. He asked me about our person of interest."
"What do you mean?"
"He seems to also be worried about his whereabouts. Stated that he had been gone for a few weeks now, but they kept in touch through phone communication once a week. He says that he didn't get a call back this week. Says he's been calling constantly, but to no avail."
"I see", Swatch then turned to Spamton. "Did you know that Pink was also in contact with another before he disappeared?" Spamton nodded. "Do you know that Addison?" Another nod. "Are you on good terms with them?" This time, he didn't react at all. Swatch took that as a no. "I see. Even so, this makes the conversation between the two of you even more suspicious. Why only answer to you?"
So Yellow was looking for Pink too. It should have been expected. Out of all of their friends, Yellow was the closest to Pink. They did know each other the longest. Yet, if Yellow was looking for Pink, he must have Blue and Orange in on the search as well. Probably put their jobs on hold for a while.
They know less than us. They don't even know that Pink doesn't want...
He couldn't take it anymore. Getting off the stool, Spamton began making his way out.
"Where are you going?"
"NEED TO [clear skies] MY HEAD."
"Are you alright?"
"SEE [U] LATER, [Paint tools]."
Before Swatch could say anything else, Spamton left. Leaving them to wonder what was going through his mind.

Little did they know, he planned to make a trip.

–

"They'll be here any minute."
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"This is your last chance to say something."
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"Are you fucking serious? Are you really going to be that stubborn?"
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"Why aren't you saying anything?!" His voice echoed throughout the empty room. Shortly after, there was a small knock.
"Excuse me?"
"What, Page?"
"Morse says to wrap it up. Where you able to-"
"No."
"R-right. Well. Will you be staying?"
"No. In fact, let's go. I don't want to be here for this shit."
"Yes sir." With that, the two darkners left. He instantly exhaled as if he had been holding in his breath.
Damn it. Damn it damn it!

"Sir? Are you alright?"
"I'm fine. Hey, Page?"
"Yes, Mr.Sorrell?"
"I want you to stay down here."
"What?"
"And I need you to do something for me."
"Oh."
"Can you handle it?"
"Yes! Of course I can sir."