Now's Your Chance!!! Spamton x Reader

Marionette

Breaking free of your stupor, you fall back.

"Spamton, I thought we were past this! I'm not giving you my soul! You mean a lot to me, but-"

"DOESN'T IT FEEL GOOD?"

"W-what?"

"BEING [[A Package Deal!]]," he croons. "BEING [Bluetooth Connected]." 

Warmth floods your senses. You close your eyes trying to block it out, but it only worsens the feeling. It's like you're being forced to envision that golden thread between you and him. It seems so thin and delicate, stretching from your tiny human soul to his gigantic chestplate. You can't see his soul in there, but when you try to sense it, you're instead overwhelmed again as light flares from his chest and into your bond. 

It's like staring into the sun. But you can't stop yourself from looking anyway. 

Light and warmth envelop you. His love, his endless passion, his loyalty, his devotion. All for you, everything for you. 

He loves you.

He'd die for you.

He'd kill for you.

"DON'T YOU SEE? DON'T YOU UNDERS7AND?" 

It's too much. You can barely feel yourself anymore, under the constant squeezing, squeezing, squeezing of his emotions. His love, his light, it fills your eyes, your mouth, your nose.

You're drowning in him.

"YOU HELPED ME TO [Becomed] NEO. I ONLY WANT TO HELP YOU. [[with three easy payments of]], [YOU TOO can] BE BIG! YOU CAN FEEL THIS POWER!"

Your throat constricts painfully. There's too much light, you're overwhelmed, tears are forming in the corners of your eyes-

"I NEED YOU WITH ME," he pleads, voice somewhere between despair and euphoria. "I NEED YOU TO BE BIG WITH ME-"

"NO!" You shout, forcing your eyes open. You pull your soul back into your chest. Your throat releases, and you can finally breathe. "Stop it! If you want me so badly, then stop talking and LISTEN!" Your voice cracks, and a tear slips down your cheek, but you remain determined.

Spamton stills.

"I need you," you cough out, "to stay still."

He stops moving entirely. Not a breath escapes him. He watches you silently, obediently.

You sit on his hand and take a deep breath.

You close your eyes once more.

Aligning yourself with him again, you find that his light has dimmed considerably. He's still so huge, and so bright, but it's not blinding anymore.

You're focused. You won't let yourself be overwhelmed, and your visualizations align with that.

Properly attuned, you can actually hear him this time. That secret song his soul sings, always in harmony with yours...

But it's not. Not this time. No, it's a wretched thing, a deafening, desperate cry just as much as it is an off-key, frightened whisper. 

Something's wrong inside this great mech body, and you can hear it trying to sing to you.

"Spamton, show me your soul, please."

"I..." He hesitates for the first time. He parts his teeth slightly, thinking, then closes them again.

"ANYTHING FOR YOU."

There's a turn of gears and then a click, and the triangular panel on Spamton's chestplate draws back into his chest.