So... A lot has happened since you last visited this world huh? Well let me catch you up.
Spamton has set up his own store which he called "SPAMTON'S ONE STOP SHOP!" which is quite an unoriginal name.
Y/N has put his business skills to use in the hotel by managing the financial side of everything.
Life is really looking up for our friends in the hotel...
But will it stay that way?
Y/N: Ahhhh... Finally done with all that paperwork...
We see Y/N sitting at a desk with his own little nameplate on it stating 'Y/N G. Spamton | Financial Manager'.
Y/N: I'm parched. I need something to drink.
Y/N gets up off his chair and walks out of his room to be greeted with Angel leaning on the wall next to his door.
Angel: Finally done with that boring paperwork now hot stuff?
Y/N: Angel, not now...
Angel pouts at Y/N.
Angel: Awww... I thought you loved me baby?
Y/N blushes and stutters.
Y/N: A-Angel! K-Knock it off!
Angel: Just admit it Shnookums. You're into me aren't ya?~
Angel boops his long nose.
Y/N: W-Workplace harassment is not a joke Angel!
Angel: How's it harassment if you like it?~
Y/N: AGH! I can't take this! I'm going for a walk!
Y/N walks down the stairs and exits the hotel and starts walking down the sidewalk as he passes by a billboard with Spamton's face on it.
[MEANWHILE]
A demon which looks almost completely human wearing a pair of glowing white glasses goes into a store labelled "SPAMTON'S ONE STOP SHOP" and is greeted by a brick interior with the walls being painted to resemble the sky outside with the fake clouds being very worn down with an old distorted song playing over the speakers.
Man: Huh... Strange...
???: HEY! HOW CAN I HELP YA?
The demon jumps in place and sees a small gnome peaking over the counter
Man: Uh... I was wondering-
???: [Skuntle]! I TOLD YOU I [Get A Handle] THE CUSTOMERS WHILE YOU [[Brand New In Stock-]] THE SHELVES!
Skuntle: Oops! Sorry Boss, I'll get right on that!
???: [ Heavy Sigh ] SORRY ABOUT THAT [[Little Guy]] HE'S MY HELPER AROUND THE STORE...
Man: Not a problem Mister...?
SPAMTON: SPAMTON G. SPAMTON MY [Skelebro]! WHAT"S YOUR NAME [Buddy Old Pal]?
James: James Lee...
SPAMTON: WELL MR.LEE WHAT DO YA NEED?
James: I saw your advertisements for Vox Proof Televisions and was wondering if I could get one?
SPAMTON: AH YES! MY [Brand Spanking New] VOX PROOF [CRT's]! WELL ONE WOULD COST YA [199.99$ + Shipping and Handling].
James: Perfect...
James pulls out their wallet and hands Spamton three hundred dollar bills.
SPAMTON: GREAT! SKUNTLE!!!
Skuntle pops up right next to Spamton behind the counter.
Skuntle: Yeah Boss?
SPAMTON: GET THIS [Fine Gentleman] ONE OF OUR [Anti-Vox] TVS!
Skuntle: ON IT!
Skuntle runs into the back of the shop and comes out with a Flatscreen TV in a box.
Skuntle: *grunt* HERE YA GO *grunt* S-SIR!
James takes the TV from Skuntle relieving him of the enormous back pain and begins to walk out.
James: Thanks for the TV!
SPAMTON: NO PROBLEM [Mi Amigo]! TELL YOUR [Friends] ABOUT MY AMAZING STORE!
James: Sure will.
James walks out of the store leaving Spamton and Skuntle by themselves.
SPAMTON: WHAT A [Good Guy], EH SKUNTL3?
Skuntle: He sure was Boss!
TO BE CONTINUED...
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The Salesman of Hell [Spamton x Hazbin Hotel]
Non-FictionTHIS IS THE SEQUEL TO REMNANT"S [[BIG SHOT]]!!! After being defeated by Team RWBY Spamton finds himself in Hell and with nowhere else to turn decides to go to a certain hotel.