Now's Your Chance!!! Spamton x Reader

Good Morning!

As soul binds to flesh, where there should be pain, there is only warmth.

The animal instinct inside of you tells you to panic, to writhe, as memories murmur and spiral in your mind. You feel the ghost of fire on your skin. The phantom of metal binding to you, of fire searing you down, of being completely and utterly mutilated in an explosion of your own making. You cry out, feeling your charred throat rattle--

-But it's not charred, is it? 

Your whimpers are just your undamaged voice. Maybe a little dry, but otherwise fine.

When you wiggle your fingers, there's no pain. If anything, you feel revitalized. You don't know the last time you felt truly rested in this world, but right now, you feel... energized. A perfectly charged battery.

But the voices- voice?- remains, gradually becoming clearer, more than just memory. Someone's calling to you, and then you feel hands on your shoulders. There's a flicker of pain, an echo that shocks your nerves, but it's gone as quickly as it comes.

"-Y/N? Are you alright, [honeybee]?"

The voice cuts through your confusion. It's not how you remember it- deeper, smoother- but it's still undeniably-

"-Spamton!" You open your eyes in an instant, sitting up and flinging yourself forward to hug him.

A laugh bubbles out of him, and he only hesitates a moment before wrapping his arms around you, squeezing you tightly to his chest.

His... soft, plush, human-sized chest.

You pull back, pushing him off of you gently.

"What h-?" The words die on your lips as you finally look at him.

Neither massive robot nor tiny doll, an Addison stands in front of you.

He's still familiar, with his pale face, long nose, and pink-and-yellow glasses, but his body isn't at all what you're used to. You're sitting up in a bed, and he's standing at your side, looking over you with concern.

Looking over you. He's just a little shorter than you are, if you had to guess. And even then, not by much at all.

He has that typical Addison nutcracker jaw, but otherwise, all of his segments are gone. Admittedly, you can't see much- His skin is mostly hidden by a snappy red suit- but when you look, it's just smooth white skin, from his fingers up to his-

His-

"No way," you frown, looking at his lips. "No, where are your teeth? I've gotta be dead, and in some weird purgatory, because this is definitely not real."

"Real as can be, sweetheart." He gives you an utterly ravishing smile, and you realize now what his teeth had been mimicking all this time. There's this asymmetrical charm to him- when he smiles, one corner of his lips goes higher than the other, and he has this perfect little smile wrinkle on the one side that just--

Your heart practically bursts in your chest.

You throw your arms around him again, pulling him into a desperate kiss.

He stiffens, but instantly relaxes again, melting into your touch. He laughs into your lips and kisses you, and you can hear the joy in his voice, feel the warmth in the way he holds you.

Oh, god, he's so soft.

It's all you can think as your lips part from his, and you pet his cheek, running your eyes over his face. He has the face of a magazine cover, with a defined jaw and cheekbones. Oh, and his eyebrows-! When you run your thumb over them, they're not that strange porcelain, and they're not confined to tracks. Just fluffy, fluffy, fluffy!