You're My [Big Shot]! // Spamton x Reader

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(I DONT KNOW WHY I KEEP DOING THIS BUT I FORGOT TO MENTION THAT THEY LEFT THE BAGS OUTSIDE IN THE ALLEYWAY)

oh no. I just realized this wasn't republished since April. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUKC FUKC

IM GOING MENTSLY INSANE THE LORE THE LOOOOOOOORE THAT SO MANY PEOPLE HAD MISSED BECAUSE THIS WASN'T UPLOADED IM GONNA KILL MYSELF  A<UUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH

PLUS THIS ENTIRE FUCKING CHAPTER JS NEAR 6000 WORDS IM DONE WITH LIFE AND I GOTTA EDIT ALL OF IT RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

  It took [Y/N] a bit to choose what they wanted due to everything on the menu was unfamiliar and rich, but they eventually found an item that made their mouth pratically water just by the description. They told Spamton what they wanted with a smile.

    "THAT SOUNDS [Splendid Offers!!]" Spamton replied with a forced smile, twiddling his thumbs together. He was a little nervous.

     Seeing the man's nervousness made the goat curious, so they decided to ask the thing that's been in the back of the mind to see if their assumption was true.

     [Y/N] hummed softly to catch the salesman's attention before speaking, "So why did we need to sneak in instead of just walking inside?" They'd tilt their head slightly to the side in the process, staring curiously at the midget trying to avoid eye contact.

    "UHM- WELLLL..." he tapped his fingers rapidly in a coordinated order on the table's  surface and his foot tapped in a steady beat against the leg of his chair, "I'M NOT QUITE [[BUDDY SYSTEM]] WITH THESE GUYS..."

    "What do you mean by that?" Before Spamton could get the words out, his focus turned to someone else and he let out a yelp before ducking under the table once a servant came over.

    "Hello, welcome to the Color Cafe! What can I get for you?" A Swatchling dressed in green politely asked, holding a small notebook in their feathery hands.
    "Uhm..." [Y/N] paused for a moment to recollect the names, "Spaghetti Code and [your food of choice]."
    "Any drinks?"
   
    [Y/N] pondered this for a few seconds, until a little white hand lifted up from under the table and slap the surface right next to the goat before it retreated, revealing a little folded up paper. They picked it up and opened the note to reveal a word written in messy handwriting with a black pen, which also looked dried out.

    "Butler Wine, please." The servant nodded gently and scribbled on their notebook before walking away to turn in the order. [Y/N] folded the paper and went to shove it inside their pocket, but quickly realized they were still wearing the suit they basically robbed. Just as Spamton popped up from under the table and back into his seat, [Y/N] stood up with their clothes in hand.

"Hey, I'm going to go get changed real quick. Think you can wait for me?" Spamton seemed to shift around anxiously before nodding.

     "NOT A PROBLEM!" They both smiled at each other before [Y/N] departed and made their way to the bathroom, leaving Spamton by himself.