Dark Thorns (A Deltarune fanfic)

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He had to be careful getting in. The area wasn't very busy, but he didn't want to risk anyone seeing him. Once the right moment presented itself, Spamton quickly slipped inside. When they had initially run away, Pink completely forgot to lock the door. Nearly everyday, Spamton came by. Making sure no one tried to loot the place. Sometimes, his old friends came by the vacant shop too. They probably had the same idea. If no one was around, he'd occasionally go in to check if anything was missing. At the time, he thought it was the least he could do since Pink was stuck in the secret shop.
Going in now, however, due to everything that's happened the past couple of days, felt different. It just felt off to be in there. Probably because before, there was the thought of Pink coming back to it soon. Now, he may not even come back at all.
Yet the memories were still there. Everytime Spamton came in, his mind would always be bombarded with them.

The first time he ever tried Pink's tea.
"How much do I...?" He trailed off when asking.
"Hm? Oh no. Spamton, it's on the house."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course. A couple cups of tea won't make me bankrupt. Now go on and drink up."
"Alright then." After taking a sip, Spamton perked up. "Hey this is actually really good!"
"Actually? Did you doubt my tea?"
"Oh no no no. I just didn't expect it to be this good."
"Heheh. Alright then. I'll trust you on that."
The countless times he and Red came into the shop.
"Aren't you two supposed to be at work?"
"We're on our break. We'll get going soon."
"Is that so?"
"Come on, Spam. Tell him."
"Yeah. We are taking a break." Even though Spamton hadn't even made eye contact with any potential customers. And Red? Red actually was taking a break. After sneaking out of work.
"Fine. Do you have any requests?"
"I'll have Moon- I mean blue! Blue tea."
"I heard that. You two have nicknames now?"
"Shut it."
"Want me to charge you?"
"Shut it please?"
"Good fucking lord. Anyways, what would you like, Spam?"
"Oh. I don't really have a preference."
"Yes you do."
"Red!"
"Don't worry, Spam," Pink laughed. "I got you covered."
The times he and Pink would have a quick intimate moment in the back when there were no customers.
"You're putting the scarf away?"
"It's been getting hot lately."
"I see."
"Oh Spamton you know I wore it all the time."
"I know. I just really liked how it looked on you."
"Once it gets cold again, I'll bring it back out."
"Alright. Do you need any help?" Spamton raised an eyebrow when he heard Pink giggle. "What is it?"
"It's nothing."
"What? Think just because I'm shorter than you, I can't help out?"
"Help reaching the high shelf?" Pink giggled again but yelped a bit after accidentally pushing a box off, knocking him down.
"You okay?"
"Yeah. Heh."
"Now look who's taller."
"Oh yeah? Just let me get up and-"
"Heheh. Not so fast, Pinky."
"Hang on. What if a customer comes in?"
"We're all the way back here. It'll be fine."
Sighing, Pink pulled Spamton into a hug. "You make it so hard to say no."
"Yeah. I kinda figured that out when I got you to say yes to marry me." They both softly laughed as they embraced.

Even though it was so long ago, he could still vividly remember it all. The thought of that last memory would usually make him red in the face, but he was dreary. Spamton hoped coming in here would help him somehow. Give him a push to go back to trying to find Pink. But his motivation. It felt like it was getting drained out of him.
It wasn't like he was giving up. He didn't want to. It was just, why help someone who doesn't want the help? 

There was, however, one last place he wanted to check.
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It still looked the same as ever. Pink's apartment. He hadn't seen it in years. The last time Spamton was this close, it had been when he had left Queen's mansion before he could get officially evicted. He almost wanted to ask Pink for help, but stopped himself. More like the hateful thoughts stopped him.
Did he have hateful thoughts now? No. Maybe? He didn't know. Spamton didn't hate Pink. He loved him. So much. He was just frustrated.
Why am I doing this?
I'm doing this for Pink.
He doesn't want me. He said so himself.
Even so, I have to try, right?
Right?
Spamton looked at the keys in his hand. There was a time when he had a key to this place. Pink gave it to him after they had been dating for a month. Spamton lost it- rather, got rid of it when he was having a breakdown in the trash zone. In a fit of rage, he threw it far into the various mountains of garbage. No matter how hard he tried, he never found it. It made him think it was a sign. A sign that he could never go back to the life he once had.
Now he had the other key.
With shaky hands, Spamton unlocked the door. He stepped through fast, not wanting anyone to notice. His eyes closed. He almost was afraid to look, not really knowing why. It took a minute for him to gather up the courage and look.
Just like the outside, the inside was just like he remembered it. Same light beige walls, furniture was the same. Everything was just as he remembered.
If not a little bit messy. Drawers were left open and some had been emptied out. The contents were scattered on the floor. Spamton thought it weird. Pink was usually someone who liked to keep things presentable and tidy. So seeing the place like this was a little surprising to him.
What was he doing?