Now's Your Chance!!! Spamton x Reader

In Shadow, Your Machine

"Alright, I think it's about time we get going."

"AGR33D."

Spamton sighs, peering down at the tracks. Analyzing.

After a moment, he makes a displeased noise.

"THIS... MAY TAKE A WhILE. I [Half Off!] AN IDEA, BUT WE'LL STILL BE [Wait Time:120394 minutes]"

"Well, it's not like we have a choice. I'm not leaving here without you, and there's no other way out for you, is there?"

His nutcracker smile spreads even wider.

"NOT THAT I KNOW OF. ...SO YOU'RE STUCK [With OR WITHout~] ME!" He laughs.

"Rotten deal," you sigh dramatically, leaning against him with a frown.

"DON'T SAY THAT!!!!! I'M THE [best car MONEY CAN BUY!!!]" His whole face turns beet-red. Steam gushes from the gaps in his facial plating as he fumes.

"Mm, you make a good case for yourself. You are a smooth ride," you grin.

He flushes, his teeth opening and closing. You swear you can hear a tea kettle whistling somewhere in his head.

"Anyway~ What was that idea you mentioned?" You defuse, patting his cheek.

"A-A-A, YES!! Y//ES, ThAT. WELL, I," he stutters, his face slowly cooling down. 

He blinks, his eyes making the noise of a camera shutter.

Unable to find the words he's looking for, he grumbles and just spreads his hands.

As you watch, his fingers flick, rapidly conjuring pipises. They fling out into the dark, hatching mid-air into tiny angels.

They look like his little healer, but they feel... different. Not bad different, just... The magic he's putting into them is more akin to the little mini-Spamtons from your poker game than the turnkey medic.

You watch as each flits down into the abyss, disappearing from view.

Waves of little white wings, little suited bodies. Blue eggshells falling to the ground.

Noise rises up from the ground. Clanging, grinding, tearing.

You connect the dots right as the first wave of angels rise up, carrying fragments of train track to the ones far above you.

"Huh. Clever. You don't have to do a lick of work this way, do you?"

"NOPE," he grins, smug as ever. "JUST YOU AND ME, [relaxing Vacation] WHILE THE [[elves]] WORK."

"I should have figured Mr. Big Shot would pull something like this. Why work when someone else can do it for you?" You tap him with a teasing fist.

"IT'S CALLED [Efficient Gas Mileage], DARL1NG. MAYBE I'LL GIVE YOU A Le$$ON SOMETIME," he hums, self-satisfied.

"Psh, in your dreams. But if you're not doing the work, I guess that means we finally have time to talk...?"

"IF YOU'VE GOT [Q&A], FIRE AWAY!"

You take a second to organize your thoughts. You haven't had a good conversation with Spamton in a while, really. Always something happening, always some new threat...

There are so many things you need to tell him. World-saving things, or just you-saving things. But... right now, you don't want to talk about those things. Not yet. And something's been nagging at you for a while.

You take a breath, gather yourself, and blurt it out.

"...So, what's the deal with you and Swatch? I- He told me you two had been together at one point, and I just-"