Now's Your Chance!!! Spamton x Reader

Tangled Up [[SFW]]

You want to say yes. You want to say yes, but you have world-saving responsibilities. You can't just step away.

Right?

...Well, Noelle is with Queen. And as much as you loathe to trust her, you do know she's both powerful and capable. She can protect her.

In the same vein, you doubt that Berdly's a threat now. Civilians have been sent home, Queen is keeping Noelle close, and if Berdly decides to go after you, well. You have a giant robot.

And, hm... There is the EmptyDisk matter. But Mike isn't speaking up.

"...WELL?" Spamton purrs mechanically.

Your judgment is degrading rapidly. The flex of massive wings and a charming robot smile have ensured that much.

Fuck it.

"Yeah, let's go!"

He doesn't hesitate to sweep you up, setting you on his shoulder once more.

"HOLD TIGHT, [dolly]!" He gives you an absolutely ravishing grin, then flaps his wings and rockets you forward.

You tuck your arms around his neck and hold on for dear life.

You swing wildly down the track. The rapid clank-clank-clank of wheels tapping is the only sound aside from the whistle of wind through your hair. And, of course, the machine heart of Spamton's new body, churning and grinding as the speed builds.

It's so dark, but gradually, your eyes adjust. You start to see a sprawling, impossible cityscape where there should be walls.

A million windows glow, all cast with dusk's light. You'd say you missed the sunset, but you don't feel as though you're missing anything- In twilight's purples and blues, the city's the prettiest you imagine it's ever been.

You feel like you're sitting on a grassy hill, watching the lights like stars.

But it's more like you're riding a dragon through this twinkling night. The wind on your face, the flap of massive wings so close behind you, the constant rumble and hiss and Spamton's engines... Yeah, definitely a dragon.

It's fucking awesome.

You hold tight to Spamton's hair and clamber to your feet. You have to lean hard against him to not be swept away, but even as you sway dangerously, you can't help but shout with the joy of it all.

Spamton laughs from beneath you. But he's no stronger than you, and it's only moments before he joins you in raucous, triumphant noise. He roars into the endless black- It's a grinding, mechanical noise, with all his glitching violence. But metal and pain fade away with every cry. It's just you and him, dancing around each other with hoots and howls as you soar through the echoing tunnel.

This tastes more like freedom than anything you've ever known. You're not afraid of strings or blades. You're... You're...!

"I'M ALIVE!" You scream, the sound ripping out of your throat. It's so visceral, so painful, so freeing. This is your flag in the ground, your stone in the river. You exist. You exist and that's important!

The city around you seems to glow in reply.

You hold your throat to ease its aching, but even as you squint in pain, you're smiling. Nothing can weigh you down. Every important thread has found its way into the greater tapestry. Now, you're just...

happy.

Spamton's wingbeats slow and he steadies out into a glide. The city's twilight fades into a true, inky nighttime. It's a cloudy, starless sky, but the blue glow of distant windows makes new constellations.