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Spamton’s head really hurt. Now this wouldn’t be out of the ordinary for Spamton. He’s been living on the streets for 8 years now after his fall from fame. So waking up with his head hurting from the hard dumpster floor wouldn’t have been surprising.
The only problem was that it didn’t feel like a dumpster. It felt strangely soft like how his old and weathered jacket would have felt like. Now that he was feeling it more closely it felt like he was touching a ball of…lint? Did somebody leave a clothing item in the dumpster? Normally citizens of cyber city wouldn’t just throw away a clothing item unless it was really torn beyond repair. That’s mostly the reason Spamton doesn’t wear different clothing items because they're impossible to even come across in the first place. All he had was the Addison jacket that he wore when he was still living with them and a white turtleneck and pants to hide his joints.
Spamton slowly opened his eyes expecting to see the regular dark green and rust of the garbage can. But when he fully opened his eyes he saw….. Navy blue? Spamton slowly sat up to look around him. This wasn’t his garbage can. Panic started to set in. Where was he? Did somebody kidnap him? Were they gonna sell his organs? Wait he didn’t even have proper organs…it was that thought that counted.
Spamton continued to look around in a panic. But then he realized something. Why did everything around him look so big? Wait, why was everything so blurry? Spamton stopped his rapid breathing and tried to slow his heartbeat against his plastic chest. He looked around closely again and realized that he didn’t have his glasses on. He started to try and feel around for them. He just woke up there’s no way they could be that far away. He was feeling around when suddenly his head started to hurt again.
“But you three… you’re strong.”
“With power like that…”
“Maybe you three can break your own strings.”
“Let me become your strength.”
Oh…right…Kris. All of the memories came flooding back. Meeting the lightener Kris. Them going to his shop and buying his keygen. Them coming back with the empty disk that eventually got put into the N.E.O suit. But it was just a sham. Even with all that power, he still had strings. He was still just a puppet. The lightners cut the last string and everything went black. He was hung up by those vines and could see the pain in Kris’s face. He could tell that they where also a puppet in somebody else’s game.
Now that he thought about it he must be in Kris’s pocket, or at least the tiny bag they had on their waist. He remembers the knight armor they were wearing and the navy blue padded clothing they were wearing underneath. It was suddenly all starting to make sense. That would also explain where his glasses went. When he gave Kris his strength. He gave them his [Dealmakers].
He flopped back down onto the soft fabric in Kris’s leather bag. He wasn’t sure on why the inside of a bag would need to be padded but he was thankful for it. This was much more comfortable than any dumpster he’s ever slept in.
Just as he was about to close his eyes to get some much needed shut eye he swore he saw something more past him from above. He sat up quickly to see what was there. Even though it was pretty blurry everything appeared to be the same. He squinted his eyes and after not seeing anything for maybe a good couple minutes he lied down again. Just as he was about to close his eyes again he saw something move past him at a really high speed. This time he sat up even quicker. He turned his head at a rapid pace and started to become nervous.
“HE-HELLO IS [ANYBODY THERE]”
He yelled off into the navy blue pocket dimension yet no response came. He slowly looked around again. Nothing. Okay he must be imagining it then I mean his head is still pretty out of whack from the whole Neo fight so it wouldn’t be out of the ordinary. He quickly laid down but this time on his side and with his hands on his head. Then suddenly he felt a tap on his shoulder. He jolted up again and this time he jumped to his feet. Okay, he definitely wasn’t imagining this. There was definitely someone else in here with him.
“WHO EVER IS THERE [COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP!]”
Spamton looked around him. He saw nothing moving or out of the ordinary .He grumbled at this. He knew someone was trying to mess with him. He is the great Spamton G Spamton he won’t be fooled by whatever joke this person was pulling. He sat down again and crossed his arms. He just won’t give this person the reaction they want He’ll just sit here and-
“Aw don’t get all pouty on me Puppet boy, Puppet boy.”
No… NO NO NO. There was no way he was hearing who he thought he was hearing. He slowly turned his head around and could already tell this was his worst nightmare coming true. Even though it was blurry he wouldn’t mistake that purple outfit and jester hat anywhere. It was Jevil.
“Fancy seeing you here Puppet boy!”
“DONT [Better call Saul] ME THAT.”
Spamton did not appreciate being called a Puppet Boy. He covers up his joints for a reason. He despised, no, HATED being called a puppet. He never wanted to be a puppet. It's the only reason he even wanted the Neo body in the first place to break the strings of the puppet master and be a real boy. So being reminded not only by a normal person, but by his ex was just insult to injury.
“Aww want’s wrong Puppet Boy. Don’t you know how to greet, greet an old pal, pal?”
As he was about to respond Jevil decided to boop his nose with his gloved hand. His face went red and he quickly swatted away Jevils hands away a couple of times.
“WE ARE NOT [YO BUDDY!] WE [5 reasons to divorce] FOR A REASON!”
Jevil only laughed at this comment and proceeded to get slightly closer to Spamton.
“We only divorced because you wanted to be a so called Big Shot, Big Shot.”
“Oh, by the way: how’s that working out, working out?”
Spamton was now royally pissed off. Not only was he reminded of being a puppet but now Jevil was using their divorce as a reason to torment him.
“WHY ARE YOU 3VEN [Right here, Right now.]? HERE TO [Finish off] THE [Job applications now available] LIKE YOU DID TO THOSE OTHER [Joe schmoes] WHEN YOU [Show and tell] THEM YOUR [New and improved] [Game]!?”
Jevil laughed again at the rant Spamton went on. When he was still in his Big Shot days, after he and Jevil had broken things off, he saw in the papers what Jevil had done to some poor Card Kingdom people. Jevil seemed to have gone insane overnight, even slashing one of his closest friends eye out. Spamton though it was just a coincidence but he would soon find out why Jevil suddenly went insane thanks to that DAMN phone person.
“Oh Puppet Boy! I wouldn’t dream, dream of it!”
“Besides, you would be such a sore loser, loser anyway!”
”WHAT? I AM [NOT AVAILABLE] A [sore Loser!]”
”But you are Puppet Boy”
Before Spamton had time to react Jevil was somehow right in front of him and booping his nose. Spamton quickly went up and swatted Jevils gloved hand away from his nose, which was now slightly bent upwards.
”H-HEY [Hands of the merchandise]”
“Really I don't see anything of value here!”
”WHY I OUGHT TO-“
Before Spamton could do anything to Jevil there was a huge shaking in the pocket. While Jevil was able to stay upright thanks to him not following the rules of anything in the world. Spamton fell over immediately, right into the soft navy blue fabric of Kris’s leather pouch. Kris must be in a really intense battle to have warranted that big of a reaction.
”WHAT'S GOING 0N OUT TH3RE?1!11?”
“Last I heard Kris was fighting that queen, queen.”
Kris was already fighting the queen? They must be really fast to have gotten through the labyrinth that was the queen's mansion, or maybe he was just knocked out for that long. But what would have made that big of a reaction….. wait. Queen’s robot. Queen had built that robot in case any lighteners got in her way or things didn't go to plan with the lighteners. He hoped Kris was okay.
‘WILL [Krispy Kreme] BE [okie-Dokie!]
After Spamton said this Jevil just gave a wild smile to him.
”Those Lighteners are strong, very strong. If They can beat me, me they can beat anybody.”
”THE [Lightners] RECRUITED YOU?”
He wasn’t sure what he expected. Why else would Jevil be in Kris's pocket? Now he just felt stupid for asking that question.
“Aw just as silly as ever Puppet boy”
Spamton just grumbled in response to being called silly. He couldn’t see himself but he knew his face was getting red. From embarrassment or anger he wasn’t really sure at this point. Spamton quickly turned his head away so Jevil couldn’t make fun of him for his red face, but by that point it was already too late.
“Awww is the Puppet Boys face turning red, red?”
”SHUT IT [Clown around town]!”
Spamton went to cover his face but then he felt something grab his waist. He would have assumed it was Jevil’s hands but it didn't feel like hands, it felt…like a snake? All of a sudden Spamton was quickly yanked back into Jevils hands. He looked down to see what the hell had grabbed him and saw that it was Jevils tail.
”W-WHAT THE [#$*#] CLOWN!”
“Come on Puppet Boy; I want to see your face”
Jevil put his gloved hand under Spamton’s chin and lifted his head up so he could see into his eyes.
“I never remember you having such beautiful eyes.”
Spamton’s face now became even more red, but it definitely wasn’t from anger this time. Spamton never thought of his eyes as beautiful, that's why he always covered them up with glasses. Addisons don’t actually have what Lighteners or other darkners would consider normal eyes. Addisons’ eyes were always closed, although he didn’t remember ever trying to open them either. He always covered his eyes out of shame. He already never felt like an Addison so having stupid puppet eyes didn't make him feel any better. So Jevil saying his eyes looked beautiful really caught him off guard. Although, now that he was looking at Jevil’s eyes properly, it appeared that his eyes had changed too. They now looked black like the void and he had little yellow dots where his eyes used to be. It was almost hypnotizing.
”LET ME GO [Clown]”
“But then I wouldn't be able to look at those eyes.”
Spamtons face continued to grow red from both embarrassment and anger.
”PUT ME [Downtown.]”
”Well if you insist, insist”
Suddenly Spamton was dropped from Jevil’s arms and onto the floor of Kris’s pocket. Being dropped onto the fabric floor didn't hurt, it was definitely much better than when he would accidentally fall into a dumpster, but it was still unexpected.
“WHAT THE [highway to hell] [Clown]!”
”What, what? You wanted to be dropped.”
He glared at Jevil. He should have been more specific knowing Jevil’s sense of humor, whatever sense of humor murdering 10 people was. At that point he was way too tired to get up and just laid there. Suddenly he felt Jevil lay down next to him. He looked over to see Jevil just staring at him with his big yellow eyes.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”
”Just looking at the view.”
Was this clown for real? One second ago he was insulting him and now he was…flirting with him? He wasn’t even sure if he was really flirting or just messing with him.
Suddenly there was another big shake in the pocket again and a loud explosion noise outside. Because of the impact everything in the pocket went flying around, except for Jevil who just stayed in place. Spamton got thrown against an item, and when he looked up it appeared to be a cup of…Kris tea. He only knew one person who made personalized tea: his brother…
“Are you okay, Puppet Boy? You took quite the tumble, tumble.”
Spamton could hear Jevil’s stupid giggle. He eventully looked back at Jevil. Then he got up and dusted himself off.
“YEAH, YEAH. WHATEVER CLOWN.”
”There was never this much shaking when the lighteners where fighting my King, King. Your city sure is something else heehee.”
Spamton just rolled his eyes at the comments Jevil was making. Now that Jevil had mentioned it, he wondered if the lighteners had already faced Card Kingdoms King. That was really strange, some of the lighteners that showed up in Cyber City looked like they had no idea what they were doing… weren’t they also with Kris in Card Kingdom? Wait, had Kris only faced Card Kingdom or had they faced other Dark Worlds as well? Had they already faced… Mike?
”HAS THERE BEEN [Other friends] [Valued Customer] [Around town]?”
”Hmmmm not that I have seen, have seen!”
Welp there goes that theory, right down the drain like Spamton’s career. Man, he was really hoping to see Mike. Although, maybe it was for the best that he didn’t want to run into the damn television. He hoped that Mike was able to get away from him. But that didn't matter now; he needed to get back to the whole Jevil situation.
“DO YOU THINK THE [Fight] IS OVER?”
“What does it matter? The world is a plaything anyway, anyway.”
”YOU [DAMN] [Clown around town] WHAT ABOUT [Krispy kreme]?”
”They are a plaything for someone else not even in control of themselves, themselves. If they win, win or lose, lose isn’t up to them.”
”THEY ARE TRYING TO [Break free] OF THEIR [Silly strings]”
He could only partially see as Jevil shrugged and started to float up into the air. Spamton began to shake in rage. Did Jevil not care about anything in this world? Why wasn’t he trying to break free?
”Do you not care…”
”I see nothing to really care about in this world anyway. If everyone is a plaything then I can be the only one truly free, FREE!”
”WHAT ABOUT SEAM.”
Suddenly he could feel himself being lifted off the ground by the front of his turtleneck. He looked down to see Jevil, who was clearly missing his very prominent yellow smile. Now he was starting to feel a little nervous; he had never seen Jevil this serious before. He might have gone a bit too far with that comment.
”You keep their name out of your mouth.”
”WHY AFRAID TO SHOW WEAKNESS [Clown]!”
Jevil suddenly threw him across the pocket and into a random item. He fell over into his shoulder. He tried to get up as fast as possible but Jevil was faster. Before he could get up he put his foot into his back. He turned his head up to see what Jevil was doing and Jevil was not only missing his smile now but his eyes were also fully blacked out now. He looked over to see a weird looking scythe in Jevil’s hand. He tried to get up, but Jevil was much stronger than he was, and kept him down on the ground. He looked up one last time and saw Jevil raise the scythe and then…
A bright light filled the pocket and then everything went…dark.