Now's Your Chance!!! Spamton x Reader

Marvel Of Science

It's not long before you hear clanging turn to scraping, and not much longer until Spamton starts to rise. A flurry of white-winged angels fills the air, blasting the ceiling away bit by bit, bringing you closer and closer to freedom...

As conversation dies, Spamton's taken to helping out. He draws a minor amount of power from you, using your heat to fuse together the bits of track his angels carry to him. While they were managing to build it without him, his help is speeding up the process enormously. 

You wish you could help. All you can do is try to calm yourself, allowing him to more easily pull from your well of magic.

Anxiety nips at you, though. After all, when you reach the top of the mansion... What are you going to do? What's going to happen? Are you really going to kill Queen?

...

You guess that depends on how well she protects Noelle. 

Yeah, that seems fair. If Queen protects her instead of using her as a shield, wouldn't that mean she's capable of some care? So she could still be a good ruler, and you and Spamton could just... redirect her. Correct her course. 

If Queen fails, then you won't feel bad about ending her. You can't imagine what you'd do if she failed to take care of Noelle. Even if the deerling doesn't choose you in the end, you still care about her. If anyone so much as touches her, you'll do anything it takes to bring them to justice.

Berdly included. 

You're up against the ceiling now. Spamton is clawing at the cement above, picking at a small hole until it becomes big enough for him to shove his gloved hands in. 

It's still dark, but the smallest bit of light is starting to shine through the cracks.

Spamton becomes even more determined. The gears in his shoulder grind as he full-force claws his way into the ceiling, breaking through to the other side. He doesn't hesitate to pull back down, ripping chunks of rock away and letting them crash to the ground. Light pours down from above.

Spamton practically foams at the mouth. Hope shines in his eyes.

When the hole is finally big enough, opening up to the basement's black sky, Spamton resumes work on the track. Metal fused to metal, rising up and up and up...!

Sliding forward with every new bit of track, you soon find yourself in the jungle of wires above the subway. You saw these from a distance from the stairs, but seeing them up close... It sets you on edge. Almost every wire is subtly shifting, and you can't tell if that's just from Spamton's banging around or if they're all active, connecting to something far above you... 

You think of those poor plug-face Darkners.

...And then you think of the wire Queen was preparing for Noelle.

-Shit! And you led Noelle right to her!

Oh god, what have you done?! Would Queen really do that in these circumstances? 

Even if she didn't, that means that she has the technology to connect to pretty much any Darkner's face, doesn't it?

Your vision flashes in your mind. Queen's wires, stretching across the city... And you did nothing to stop it. You were so selfish, wanting to be with your robot... You should have thought it through, should have attacked, should have at least sent Noelle away...

Fear grips your heart at the thought of fighting alone. You don't think you've won a single fight since you got here. Not a real one, at least, and never without help or luck. You can't rely on your fluctuating magic to save you, or you know you'll surely be killed.