"No no, my ego would never leave. It's part of my charm~" "I'm pretty sure that charm is just bullshit. Being Spamton's assistant meant being a lot of things; An expert in making hangover cures, A quick witted razor sharp mind, and a friend. But, when Spamton brings on a man by the name of William Desmond, nickname Gaster, will she be able to safe her Boss, Friend and love interest from the hands of a manipulator?

*DISCONTINUED* 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲 /ˌmarɪəˈnɛt/ 𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯 • 𝖺 𝗉𝗎𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 • 𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 ︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵ No matter how much you try to remember what happened and how you ended up in a strange new world, something is actively blocking your memories. Are they even your memories? You are all alone in Cyber City, and the only person who might be able to help is a puppet, whose wires are connected all wrong. The two of you might be more similar than you think. ︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵ S̶p̶a̶m̶t̶o̶n̶ i̶s̶ t̶a̶l̶l̶ i̶n̶ t̶h̶i̶s̶ o̶n̶e̶ s̶o̶r̶r̶y̶ t̶o̶ t̶h̶e̶ g̶r̶e̶m̶l̶i̶n̶ f̶a̶n̶s̶.

"𝕋𝕙𝕖 [[𝔸ℕ𝔾𝔼𝕃]] 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕟 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 [[ℍ𝔼𝔸𝕍𝔼ℕ]]" For the past week your phone wouldn't stop ringing. Call after call, day after day. It made no sense. Even after giving in and answering, all that came out of the speakers was nothing but garbage noise. It wouldn't be until a tutoring session gone wrong, did you finally find out the reason behind these spam calls. And he couldn't be happier having finally made it through. [Gender Neutral]