Employed by the Big Shot

Rematch

You peal your eyes open at the sound of chatter that seems to be coming from right under your nose. It's somewhat blurry, but what you see is easily recognisable from the colour and silhouettes. Swatchlings, three of them. You squeak out a scream from the shocking surprise of people in your room, immediately realise what position your in, and fumble upright and scoot to the far end of the bed away from Spamton. Your face is definitely red.

The Swatchlings were on their way out as you yelled, and they don't stop to question it. The door clicks shut and Spamton places a tender hand on your shoulder. You shrug it off and scowl. "W-What the hell?!"

"APOLOGIES, [Dollface]. ThEY WERE JUST BRINGING UP [Afternoon Lunch Service!]," He casually gestures to the wheeled metal tables the Swatchings left behind with domes lined up on top from end to end. "I I I-I I DiDN'T THINK THEY'D W@KE YOU."

"I- Urgh- I don't care that they woke me! I said that because-" You only feel more embarrassed as you explain. "B-because... What might they think? Us bein- T-They don't- I-"

you groan into your hands. You figure you probably should've said it was an invasion of privacy and not implied what you just implied. Too late now, though. You feel like your whole face and down your neck is on fire. The feelings only burns more intensely as you hear the abrasively loud, echoing noise of Spamton laughing his head off.

"EHAHAHAHA [[HAHAHEHA]]."

You moan and groan into your hands and wish the ground would swallow you whole. You mutter something along the lines of "I hate nyou. Arsehole. Shut the fmnk up..." But neither of you can hear that over the seemingly never ending laugh track he's looping.

"WHY W0uLD THEY THINK THAT??? HAHAHEHA!!! THEY'3R PAiD TO MIND THEY'rE OWN BUSINESS AND DO WHAT I ASK. PLUS, YOU'RE [Feeling Sick From The Busyness Of The Holiday-] IT'5 NOT THAT SURPRISING IM KE3PING AN EyE ON YOU. WHAT HAVE 'YA GOT RATTLING ABOUT IN THAT [Heads Up!] OF YOURS?? GOT SOMETHING TO TELL ME? AHEHEHAHAHA!"

He's well aware he's being unnecessarily cruel in his teasing, but he's not about to pass up an opportunity to get back at you for your many shenanigans. He also has a small thought about the possibility he's projecting, but he ignores it as fast as it appears and there no way in hell he's going to accept that as fact let alone a possibility.

You could scream or cry or attack him from all the humiliation, not sure which is more appropriate. Eventually you reveal your face for only the second time since you woke up and pick one of the inevitable options presented to you from your soul. You punch him in the arm. Hard. "You're such a-!"

He grabs your wrist and gives you an angered look, before chuckling again and dropping it. "0U5H! YOU- HEH, COME ON, [Sweethearts & Other Delic-] I'M ONLY JOKING. DON'T GET [Angry, Confused, Shocked? Don't Worry! We Here At 7-]." He brandishes a slightly more serious look when he continues. "UNLESS Y0U WANT TO GET YOUR [@$#*,] [[Moved Across County Lines]] AGAIN." Not expecting any sort of reply from you, he gets up and starts removing lids to reveal an array of cyber foods.

You point at him and feel the bridge of your nose crinkle as you deliver your words in an aggressive, antagonistic manner. "You're on, big shot!" You make sure it's clear you're being condescending via your tone when giving the nickname. "And this time I'll have you begging for mercy, no going easy on 'ya this time!" You start to stand but you stay seated when a plate is handed to you.