*THE ASK BOX is n0w [Open For Business]!!
Deltarune Vampire!Spamton Ask/RP blog! TW for Death, Vomiting, and Blood.
M!A: N/A
Ran by @Swapder
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Recent Events: Spamton learnt of his eviction from Queen's Mansion, and was banned for attacking staff members. He's lost on what now.
This is a Deltarune Vampire!Spamton AU Askblog/RPblog. TW for Death, Vomiting, and Blood due to Spamton's vampiric nature.
-(Words in parentheses) are Spamton's thoughts. [Words not capital in brackets] are Spamton’s own past words. [Words Title Capitalised] [OR FULL CASE] are ads or voices not his. [[Double Brackets]] are much louder and bit-crunched phrases.
OOC Below
-Hi! I'm the mun, @swapder! I'm 23, he/they. Ask with 🐁 if u have a question for me!
-Currently, only Spamton is available for asks. M!As are allowed!
-Spamton is 34 and uses He/It pronouns.
-Only rule is no explicit NSFW. Suggestive asks are allowed, as is gore ofc. Keep in mind tho Spamton is demiromantic and asexual, so unless you are Tenna he's going to blow it off.
-Sure, you can spam if you want. That doesn't mean Spam will answer your spam.
-Asks will be answered with text boxes, story, and/or art :] Text boxes from Demirramon, thank you!
-This blog is set in 2010 right after when canon would have been evicted. Instead, Spamton was jumped by an old friend and wakes up in a garbage bin feeling strange. Luckily, he finds his phone in his pocket with a few new, special apps downloaded. Tumblr and Discord. Convinced this is A Sign, Spamton decides to follow through using them.
-The only storyline is me trying to force Spamton to make up with his ex, friends, and family. Spamton is fighting me on this. Asks can help me push this stubborn mule in the right direction ;]
-Some RPs are timeline splits from the askblog, particularly if there's been no response in 2 days. They will be tagged [NonCanon].
-[Testing...123...] is OOC tag.
-[BloodyMalware] is Spamton's IC tag
-[Asks] is self explanatory.
-[HEAVEN'S HAND] are non ask posts.
-[StoryTime] are longer blog posts or roleplays.
Not yet relevant tags include:
-[GrilledPopups] is Lina's IC tag. Lina is a pink addison, and the cause of Spamton's vampirism.
-[TVTIIME] is Tenna's IC tag. Tenna is Tenna.
-[SweetTeaCake] is Pascal's IC tag. Pascal is a pink addison, sibling to Spamton.
-[CustomTailoring] is Oakley's IC tag. Oakley is a orange addison, sister to Spamton.
-[RebelElectrics] is Yael's IC tag. Yael is a yellow addison, brother to Spamton.
-[FashionableHeel] is Binx's IC tag. Binx is a blue addison, eldest brother to Spamton.
-As a reward for reading this, here are my kitties!!
*Magpie was admittedly not sure what universes had those he knew from Pearl’s memories. But whatever! They could make new friends.
Hello there! Nice to [Meetup] another me on my little [Vacation Trip]!
*…was that the smell of blood in the air? Eh, probably some rusting metal…
Spamton Wendell was making his way through Cyber City with one goal. Find its things. At the very least, his old phone! His new one was nice, but the old one was among the last of his things from before. So far, there was nothing. He kicks at the most recent, useless dumpster. That he'll have to search The Dump starts to weigh on his mind...
Which is when its startled by Magpie's voice. It froze, realising how insane it must look. From the now dirty clothes with a blood stained sleeve, to the frazzled hair he's brushing back. He spins around until he spots them.
Now Wendell felt old, and a little jealous. Why did he have to wait longer for— Right now's not the time for that. Focus. Business. Think. Business.
That. Wendell grinded his teeth. Was not business. They weren't friends. Don't offer friend things.
It repeated the word several times. Then, it walked over to offer its hand for a proper greeting. His smile was crooked but more genuine than when they first met.
*Magpie only now got a really good look at Wendell’s teeth. Wow, they really were sharp. Most Spamtons they remember had much flatter teeth, with slight canines at most.
*That was cool as hell to know someone else with fangs like they had, though!
❄️ Alright, I’ll keep that in my [Memory]!
*They took Wendell’s hand, jointed claw in jointed claw.
❄️ Probably about time I get [Going, Going, Gone], I’ve got more business to get to…
Wendell was 90% sure Magpie was also a vampire. Why else would another him have fangs too? He wasn't going to bring that up in a first meeting though. It wouldn't make selling easier.
Wendell's handshake was rather strong but brief. He nodded at Magpie's words.
*Magpie was admittedly not sure what universes had those he knew from Pearl’s memories. But whatever! They could make new friends.
Hello there! Nice to [Meetup] another me on my little [Vacation Trip]!
*…was that the smell of blood in the air? Eh, probably some rusting metal…
Spamton Wendell was making his way through Cyber City with one goal. Find its things. At the very least, his old phone! His new one was nice, but the old one was among the last of his things from before. So far, there was nothing. He kicks at the most recent, useless dumpster. That he'll have to search The Dump starts to weigh on his mind...
Which is when its startled by Magpie's voice. It froze, realising how insane it must look. From the now dirty clothes with a blood stained sleeve, to the frazzled hair he's brushing back. He spins around until he spots them.
Now Wendell felt old, and a little jealous. Why did he have to wait longer for— Right now's not the time for that. Focus. Business. Think. Business.
That. Wendell grinded his teeth. Was not business. They weren't friends. Don't offer friend things.
It repeated the word several times. Then, it walked over to offer its hand for a proper greeting. His smile was crooked but more genuine than when they first met.
*Something is here. Something that… really shouldn’t be. This isn’t its home; isn’t its world. But it’s here regardless*
*A haunting ringing resounds through the alleyways, echoing off the walls. It sounds relatively distant, but not far enough to be inconsequential.*
(Using main since I don’t have a blog for Coils)
If it were honest, it was totally lost. Just a couple hours frantically checking every dumpster in the city, and he had no clue where he was at this point. Some random alleyway that looked like all the other alleyways.
Wendell vocalised a 'mrrp' upon noticing the distant noise. Ringing? Ringing! It knew that tone. It sounded a little funny— But what did he expect? Who knew how broken his things were, much less a fragile phone? Those damn swatchlings...
Listening for a moment to find the direction, it started running towards the ringing noise. Wendell was quite confident this was [Mike]. What other ringing could it be?
*Getting closer and closer, the moment Wendell rounds the final corner, they’re met with… wait no, what the hell even is that?*
*Something huge has managed to drag itself out of the nearest garbage bin, which is now toppled over, trash spilling out onto the ground. This- this horrid- THING; it looks like something straight out of hell; a lanky, contorted body, a horribly long coiled neck, arms with joints in all the wrong places, phone cords spilling out from a wound in its stomach… And worst of all, a somewhat familiar face, punctuated by two phone dials where the eyes should be, and a slack jaw featuring a speaker down in the throat.*
*It emits another loud ringing sound from the speaker, tilting its head as it does so. Almost immediately it whips its head around to “look” and Wendell, although judging by the lack of eyes, it seems doubtful that it could truly see in any capacity.*
*The spines on its back raise and its neck coils a bit tighter, drawing its head closer to the main body.*
(Ooc beneath cut)
Horrid unfinished ref. Blood and phone cords from stomach wound not included for sake of clarity, but they would normally be there.
Cute little detail of the skin over his ribs being lighter due to the texture of the skin there being different and the reduced blood flow to that area ^w^
Wendell brushed its hair the louder the ringing grew as it got closer. Maybe a bit too excessively, a claw catching on a part it tangled up itself. It tugged to loosen it. He needed to look at least semi-presentable for— It froze, it's mind blissfully blank for once. All it's work grooming undone in one startled poof. Then it registered. What. The [!$#$].
His first coherent thought besides 'the fuck is that' and 'AAA' was how stupid it is to following the first ringing sound he heard. Really brilliant idea, knobhead. The second, this was some creature that wanted to lure him specifically. Which. Sounded insane but fuck, he didn't know. It definitely didn't look friendly. He was pretty sure this was a zombie, what else could it be? It looked like one! It looked...
No eyes.
Maybe. Maybe he could quietly leave. Pretend he was never here. It probably is blind. The renewed ringing nearly sent him fleeing. As the mangled form turned towards him with a familar face only a parent could love, he stepped back. Quickly, go! Leave! Another step. Leave! Another. Leave!
*Hardly a moment after Wendell trips, the horrid creature hunched up further, emitting scratchy dialtones. The wound on its stomach is leaking blood or… oil. It looks new.*
[[little sponge]]?
*With the tone of the adlib it’s hard to tell if it’s an exclamation or a question, but the way it tilts its head and doesn’t move an inch, it’s likely the latter.*
*It knows whatever it’s observing is relatively small, and could feasibly be Kris. Though the last time it saw Kris…*
*It uses its arms to push itself back, deeper into the alleyway, its head dipping low. The already raised sines on its back stick straight up. It lowers itself so its wound is less exposed.*
Wendell cringed from the noises echoing so loudly in a confined place. The wound briefly caught his eye but the smell was wrong. Disgusting even. It didn't know how it could tell, when all it could identify was 'bitter'.
Okay. The thing could talk. It could talk and was even backing off or something. Maybe he panicked too soon? Maybe this was, uh, another Spamton? Who really, REALLY got messed up. There was a vague similarity. He could recall being told not long ago that most Spamtons get screwed up by something. Wendell could probably build a rapport or something!
At the very least, talk its way out of harm if it was wrong. There was no way it could escape on foot.
...So, that could have been worse. His voice could have caught from panic.
Wendell fidgeted with his fingers, the uncanny nature of the creature unnerving him greatly regardless of what it does. It took a second for him to realise the confirmation the voice clips gave.
He should pray whatever changed this Spamton never happens to him. If [Heaven] was listening, though, why would the other be like this? Maybe it was divine punishment. He shook his head, hating the mere presence of such a thought.
Its fur fluffed and it held up an arm as if to protect itself, its rattled nerves startled by the corrupted interjection and movement. Seeing that it was in no state to really move, a captive to its own desecrated form... He felt kind of... Bad for it? Pity. He was pitying the giant thing.
Wendell didn't even check his Magic level. It didn't matter.
(Ooc: LET THE ANGEL SPAMS BE BATS LET THE ANGEL SPAMS BE BATS I scream while frothing at the mouth)
*It wasn’t good at detecting anything that small. It wouldn’t be able to notice it until it was really close, and by then.*
*It let out a loud dialtone, startled by the small thing that was meant to heal it. Before it could properly recognize what it was, it had already slammed its hand down on it, only recognizing it once it was flattened beneath its palm.*
*Oh. Whoops.*
*It stands still for a moment, processing. Right, it wasn’t in the battle with Kris anymore… It really should have recognized that spell.*
[[that’s a-]] [wasn’t-] [[-under attack!]]…
*Well, damn it. The one person who wanted to help it, and it had just made it difficult.*
*It lifted its hand, trying for a while to shake its arm loose of the coils until it finally managed. It nearly touched the wound, before deciding better of it.*
*It would’ve tried to heal itself, but its magic hadn’t worked properly since it had started really overdoing it on the phone calls at that time ago. Even trying to summon a popup ad to communicate an apology to Wendell did absolutely nothing. It didn’t even have magic anymore.*
The noise had Wendell covering his inner ears. He didn't even get the chance to process his magic had changed shape before the little, bat winged version of himself was crushed. It twitched before poofing in green sparkles.
Oh.
Okay.
What a waste of Magic. This time, it did check its stats. Ah. No, this was fine. He glanced from the numbers to the creature freeing itself. Yeah, no. It's fine. Repeating the summon call, he caught the little thing before it flew off to its job. He looked over it. Along with the change of wings, it also had fangs. Useless, little pointy ones. Behind the glasses, he could see beady little red eyes. Wendell hummed. Sure. Why not. The tune slightly helped its overwhelmed emotions.
Wendell released the little construct. It hesitated. Flapping up into the air, it approached its target with a tiny chirp.
*Something is here. Something that… really shouldn’t be. This isn’t its home; isn’t its world. But it’s here regardless*
*A haunting ringing resounds through the alleyways, echoing off the walls. It sounds relatively distant, but not far enough to be inconsequential.*
(Using main since I don’t have a blog for Coils)
If it were honest, it was totally lost. Just a couple hours frantically checking every dumpster in the city, and he had no clue where he was at this point. Some random alleyway that looked like all the other alleyways.
Wendell vocalised a 'mrrp' upon noticing the distant noise. Ringing? Ringing! It knew that tone. It sounded a little funny— But what did he expect? Who knew how broken his things were, much less a fragile phone? Those damn swatchlings...
Listening for a moment to find the direction, it started running towards the ringing noise. Wendell was quite confident this was [Mike]. What other ringing could it be?
*Getting closer and closer, the moment Wendell rounds the final corner, they’re met with… wait no, what the hell even is that?*
*Something huge has managed to drag itself out of the nearest garbage bin, which is now toppled over, trash spilling out onto the ground. This- this horrid- THING; it looks like something straight out of hell; a lanky, contorted body, a horribly long coiled neck, arms with joints in all the wrong places, phone cords spilling out from a wound in its stomach… And worst of all, a somewhat familiar face, punctuated by two phone dials where the eyes should be, and a slack jaw featuring a speaker down in the throat.*
*It emits another loud ringing sound from the speaker, tilting its head as it does so. Almost immediately it whips its head around to “look” and Wendell, although judging by the lack of eyes, it seems doubtful that it could truly see in any capacity.*
*The spines on its back raise and its neck coils a bit tighter, drawing its head closer to the main body.*
(Ooc beneath cut)
Horrid unfinished ref. Blood and phone cords from stomach wound not included for sake of clarity, but they would normally be there.
Cute little detail of the skin over his ribs being lighter due to the texture of the skin there being different and the reduced blood flow to that area ^w^
Wendell brushed its hair the louder the ringing grew as it got closer. Maybe a bit too excessively, a claw catching on a part it tangled up itself. It tugged to loosen it. He needed to look at least semi-presentable for— It froze, it's mind blissfully blank for once. All it's work grooming undone in one startled poof. Then it registered. What. The [!$#$].
His first coherent thought besides 'the fuck is that' and 'AAA' was how stupid it is to following the first ringing sound he heard. Really brilliant idea, knobhead. The second, this was some creature that wanted to lure him specifically. Which. Sounded insane but fuck, he didn't know. It definitely didn't look friendly. He was pretty sure this was a zombie, what else could it be? It looked like one! It looked...
No eyes.
Maybe. Maybe he could quietly leave. Pretend he was never here. It probably is blind. The renewed ringing nearly sent him fleeing. As the mangled form turned towards him with a familar face only a parent could love, he stepped back. Quickly, go! Leave! Another step. Leave! Another. Leave!
*Hardly a moment after Wendell trips, the horrid creature hunched up further, emitting scratchy dialtones. The wound on its stomach is leaking blood or… oil. It looks new.*
[[little sponge]]?
*With the tone of the adlib it’s hard to tell if it’s an exclamation or a question, but the way it tilts its head and doesn’t move an inch, it’s likely the latter.*
*It knows whatever it’s observing is relatively small, and could feasibly be Kris. Though the last time it saw Kris…*
*It uses its arms to push itself back, deeper into the alleyway, its head dipping low. The already raised sines on its back stick straight up. It lowers itself so its wound is less exposed.*
Wendell cringed from the noises echoing so loudly in a confined place. The wound briefly caught his eye but the smell was wrong. Disgusting even. It didn't know how it could tell, when all it could identify was 'bitter'.
Okay. The thing could talk. It could talk and was even backing off or something. Maybe he panicked too soon? Maybe this was, uh, another Spamton? Who really, REALLY got messed up. There was a vague similarity. He could recall being told not long ago that most Spamtons get screwed up by something. Wendell could probably build a rapport or something!
At the very least, talk its way out of harm if it was wrong. There was no way it could escape on foot.
...So, that could have been worse. His voice could have caught from panic.
Wendell fidgeted with his fingers, the uncanny nature of the creature unnerving him greatly regardless of what it does. It took a second for him to realise the confirmation the voice clips gave.
He should pray whatever changed this Spamton never happens to him. If [Heaven] was listening, though, why would the other be like this? Maybe it was divine punishment. He shook his head, hating the mere presence of such a thought.
Its fur fluffed and it held up an arm as if to protect itself, its rattled nerves startled by the corrupted interjection and movement. Seeing that it was in no state to really move, a captive to its own desecrated form... He felt kind of... Bad for it? Pity. He was pitying the giant thing.
Wendell didn't even check his Magic level. It didn't matter.
*Magpie was admittedly not sure what universes had those he knew from Pearl’s memories. But whatever! They could make new friends.
Hello there! Nice to [Meetup] another me on my little [Vacation Trip]!
*…was that the smell of blood in the air? Eh, probably some rusting metal…
Spamton Wendell was making his way through Cyber City with one goal. Find its things. At the very least, his old phone! His new one was nice, but the old one was among the last of his things from before. So far, there was nothing. He kicks at the most recent, useless dumpster. That he'll have to search The Dump starts to weigh on his mind...
Which is when its startled by Magpie's voice. It froze, realising how insane it must look. From the now dirty clothes with a blood stained sleeve, to the frazzled hair he's brushing back. He spins around until he spots them.
*Magpie’s leaning on the side of a wall, trying to look cool. They certainly have noticed Wendell’s appearance, and admittedly they’re more than a little concerned.
❄️ Er… did you get [Hurt in a Car Accident]? Not necessarily that, but… you also have the [Voice Control] thingy, you get it.
Wendell couldn't help but compare itself to Magpie, glancing between him and it. His smile pulled more into a grimace. The lean really did help them look cool...
Wendell paused, realising Magpie might have meant its ruined clothes and blood.
*There certainly were a lot of different reasons one could have someone else’s blood on them. But with how battered Wendell looked, it had likely gotten in a fight, Magpie reasoned.
❄️ So you got in a [Boss Battle], did you?
*But also, Magpie recalled Pearl’s memories of Shell… who Wendell very much resembled. At the very least, he seemed unlikely to want to harm them.
*Either way, they tensed up, manifesting more in their belly feeling tight.
❄️ Uh, got anything you need to [Trick or Treat]?
*They’d partially asked because of worry, partially to check just how fair the circumstances may have been.
Wendell cuffs his sleeves with a slightly glitched laugh. Completely oblivious to Magpie's small change in behaviour.
It really didn't know how to explain what happened. It was less of a fight and more of a one sided attempted mauling. Which was. Technically unsuccessful? Well, they didn't ask for specifics. He grits his teeth, rubbing at his jaw.
*Hm, seemed like it was a fight after all. That made them feel safer, at least.
❄️ …No? Agh, speech thingy [Malfunctioning]. It’s just a [Business Trip]… actually yeah that’s what it is, kinda. As in, a trip to promote my business.
*Pearl hadn’t really done this, to Magpie’s knowledge. He’d try to get customer’s attention as best he could, but he seemed too scared to network properly. Magpie had no such reservations.
*Though there was also the reason of… wanting their siblings to forget about that incident. The idea of them figuring out that Magpie existed was… scarier than they’d admit, with the unclarity of their siblings’s understanding.
❄️ Well, I’ve enough of a [HeartShapedObject] not to sell to someone down on its [Lucky Winner]. I’d propose a business [Lifetime Partnership], but I’m not exactly sure how that’d [Exercise] across universes, ehaehe.
Oh oops. Business trip, hm? Spamton hummed as he listened.
It choked down hysterical laughter at the comment on its current situation, coughing instead. From top of the world to digging through garbage in a blink. He dusted his clothes with his hands to free his excess energy.
The idea of another partnership lingered in its head uncomfortably. The 'across universes' bit does put a huge wrench in the thought. Very risky, but enticing. His throughts bounced the more he considered. What would they sell? How would they market? How different was Magpie's universe from its? What did they already sell?
Did the phone still ring?
There were too many questions for right now. Maybe he should start with the most important one.
❄️ How’d I get here…? Eh, just found this weird door in the [Recycling]. It had a sorta [Rainbow Connection] glow to it? Anyway it seems to allow [Public Transit] to [Far, far away] places.
So [Anything Is Possible]! We’ll be able to meet pretty [Quick Service]!
*Magpie was excited for a potential partnership, maybe a little too excited to see any issues in this moment. One thing did come to mind that this was another thing he had to explain to Pearl…
It should really write these things down before it forgets. No pen, no paper, but— right, right. New phone. It takes it out to make the note. 'Business with other Spamton. Weird rainbow door = how visit.'
He starts to pace in the alleyway, his excitement difficult to contain. He's mumbling something about split assets and debt. Hire a ambassador between worlds? No money for that, but maybe... Or if... Move this... Sell the last building.... Certainly enough freetime now...
Wendell's only a little distracted, starting to hyperfocus on what its doing. Eager to add any of Magpie's input for the note it made.
❄️Just my siblings! That’s not a deal[Icebreaker] is it?
*They recalled again, Shell and Bowie hadn’t had great relationships with their siblings… Maybe they could’ve brought up Tenna, but he’d been busy, plus it seemed a lot of Tennas and Spamtons had difficult relationships.
❄️This is my [First of its Kind] business partnership, so… I’ll have to learn as I [Ready, Set, Go!]!
Wendell stopped. He stared at his phone. Then, he turned his head nearly 180° around to look Magpie in the eyes. A little laugh left its throat as it considered Magpie.
He cleared his throat and made some sort of warble noise. Wendell noted the new information in the phone, and to see if he could find his old handbook. In the trash. Maybe it should just buy a new one. A book is much more replaceable than his other things.
*Something is here. Something that… really shouldn’t be. This isn’t its home; isn’t its world. But it’s here regardless*
*A haunting ringing resounds through the alleyways, echoing off the walls. It sounds relatively distant, but not far enough to be inconsequential.*
(Using main since I don’t have a blog for Coils)
If it were honest, it was totally lost. Just a couple hours frantically checking every dumpster in the city, and he had no clue where he was at this point. Some random alleyway that looked like all the other alleyways.
Wendell vocalised a 'mrrp' upon noticing the distant noise. Ringing? Ringing! It knew that tone. It sounded a little funny— But what did he expect? Who knew how broken his things were, much less a fragile phone? Those damn swatchlings...
Listening for a moment to find the direction, it started running towards the ringing noise. Wendell was quite confident this was [Mike]. What other ringing could it be?
*Getting closer and closer, the moment Wendell rounds the final corner, they’re met with… wait no, what the hell even is that?*
*Something huge has managed to drag itself out of the nearest garbage bin, which is now toppled over, trash spilling out onto the ground. This- this horrid- THING; it looks like something straight out of hell; a lanky, contorted body, a horribly long coiled neck, arms with joints in all the wrong places, phone cords spilling out from a wound in its stomach… And worst of all, a somewhat familiar face, punctuated by two phone dials where the eyes should be, and a slack jaw featuring a speaker down in the throat.*
*It emits another loud ringing sound from the speaker, tilting its head as it does so. Almost immediately it whips its head around to “look” and Wendell, although judging by the lack of eyes, it seems doubtful that it could truly see in any capacity.*
*The spines on its back raise and its neck coils a bit tighter, drawing its head closer to the main body.*
(Ooc beneath cut)
Horrid unfinished ref. Blood and phone cords from stomach wound not included for sake of clarity, but they would normally be there.
Cute little detail of the skin over his ribs being lighter due to the texture of the skin there being different and the reduced blood flow to that area ^w^
Wendell brushed its hair the louder the ringing grew as it got closer. Maybe a bit too excessively, a claw catching on a part it tangled up itself. It tugged to loosen it. He needed to look at least semi-presentable for— It froze, it's mind blissfully blank for once. All it's work grooming undone in one startled poof. Then it registered. What. The [!$#$].
His first coherent thought besides 'the fuck is that' and 'AAA' was how stupid it is to following the first ringing sound he heard. Really brilliant idea, knobhead. The second, this was some creature that wanted to lure him specifically. Which. Sounded insane but fuck, he didn't know. It definitely didn't look friendly. He was pretty sure this was a zombie, what else could it be? It looked like one! It looked...
No eyes.
Maybe. Maybe he could quietly leave. Pretend he was never here. It probably is blind. The renewed ringing nearly sent him fleeing. As the mangled form turned towards him with a familar face only a parent could love, he stepped back. Quickly, go! Leave! Another step. Leave! Another. Leave!
*Hardly a moment after Wendell trips, the horrid creature hunched up further, emitting scratchy dialtones. The wound on its stomach is leaking blood or… oil. It looks new.*
[[little sponge]]?
*With the tone of the adlib it’s hard to tell if it’s an exclamation or a question, but the way it tilts its head and doesn’t move an inch, it’s likely the latter.*
*It knows whatever it’s observing is relatively small, and could feasibly be Kris. Though the last time it saw Kris…*
*It uses its arms to push itself back, deeper into the alleyway, its head dipping low. The already raised sines on its back stick straight up. It lowers itself so its wound is less exposed.*
Wendell cringed from the noises echoing so loudly in a confined place. The wound briefly caught his eye but the smell was wrong. Disgusting even. It didn't know how it could tell, when all it could identify was 'bitter'.
Okay. The thing could talk. It could talk and was even backing off or something. Maybe he panicked too soon? Maybe this was, uh, another Spamton? Who really, REALLY got messed up. There was a vague similarity. He could recall being told not long ago that most Spamtons get screwed up by something. Wendell could probably build a rapport or something!
At the very least, talk its way out of harm if it was wrong. There was no way it could escape on foot.
...So, that could have been worse. His voice could have caught from panic.
*Something is here. Something that… really shouldn’t be. This isn’t its home; isn’t its world. But it’s here regardless*
*A haunting ringing resounds through the alleyways, echoing off the walls. It sounds relatively distant, but not far enough to be inconsequential.*
(Using main since I don’t have a blog for Coils)
If it were honest, it was totally lost. Just a couple hours frantically checking every dumpster in the city, and he had no clue where he was at this point. Some random alleyway that looked like all the other alleyways.
Wendell vocalised a 'mrrp' upon noticing the distant noise. Ringing? Ringing! It knew that tone. It sounded a little funny— But what did he expect? Who knew how broken his things were, much less a fragile phone? Those damn swatchlings...
Listening for a moment to find the direction, it started running towards the ringing noise. Wendell was quite confident this was [Mike]. What other ringing could it be?
*Getting closer and closer, the moment Wendell rounds the final corner, they’re met with… wait no, what the hell even is that?*
*Something huge has managed to drag itself out of the nearest garbage bin, which is now toppled over, trash spilling out onto the ground. This- this horrid- THING; it looks like something straight out of hell; a lanky, contorted body, a horribly long coiled neck, arms with joints in all the wrong places, phone cords spilling out from a wound in its stomach… And worst of all, a somewhat familiar face, punctuated by two phone dials where the eyes should be, and a slack jaw featuring a speaker down in the throat.*
*It emits another loud ringing sound from the speaker, tilting its head as it does so. Almost immediately it whips its head around to “look” and Wendell, although judging by the lack of eyes, it seems doubtful that it could truly see in any capacity.*
*The spines on its back raise and its neck coils a bit tighter, drawing its head closer to the main body.*
(Ooc beneath cut)
Horrid unfinished ref. Blood and phone cords from stomach wound not included for sake of clarity, but they would normally be there.
Cute little detail of the skin over his ribs being lighter due to the texture of the skin there being different and the reduced blood flow to that area ^w^
Wendell brushed its hair the louder the ringing grew as it got closer. Maybe a bit too excessively, a claw catching on a part it tangled up itself. It tugged to loosen it. He needed to look at least semi-presentable for— It froze, it's mind blissfully blank for once. All it's work grooming undone in one startled poof. Then it registered. What. The [!$#$].
His first coherent thought besides 'the fuck is that' and 'AAA' was how stupid it is to following the first ringing sound he heard. Really brilliant idea, knobhead. The second, this was some creature that wanted to lure him specifically. Which. Sounded insane but fuck, he didn't know. It definitely didn't look friendly. He was pretty sure this was a zombie, what else could it be? It looked like one! It looked...
No eyes.
Maybe. Maybe he could quietly leave. Pretend he was never here. It probably is blind. The renewed ringing nearly sent him fleeing. As the mangled form turned towards him with a familar face only a parent could love, he stepped back. Quickly, go! Leave! Another step. Leave! Another. Leave!
*Something is here. Something that… really shouldn’t be. This isn’t its home; isn’t its world. But it’s here regardless*
*A haunting ringing resounds through the alleyways, echoing off the walls. It sounds relatively distant, but not far enough to be inconsequential.*
(Using main since I don’t have a blog for Coils)
If it were honest, it was totally lost. Just a couple hours frantically checking every dumpster in the city, and he had no clue where he was at this point. Some random alleyway that looked like all the other alleyways.
Wendell vocalised a 'mrrp' upon noticing the distant noise. Ringing? Ringing! It knew that tone. It sounded a little funny— But what did he expect? Who knew how broken his things were, much less a fragile phone? Those damn swatchlings...
Listening for a moment to find the direction, it started running towards the ringing noise. Wendell was quite confident this was [Mike]. What other ringing could it be?
*Magpie was admittedly not sure what universes had those he knew from Pearl’s memories. But whatever! They could make new friends.
Hello there! Nice to [Meetup] another me on my little [Vacation Trip]!
*…was that the smell of blood in the air? Eh, probably some rusting metal…
Spamton Wendell was making his way through Cyber City with one goal. Find its things. At the very least, his old phone! His new one was nice, but the old one was among the last of his things from before. So far, there was nothing. He kicks at the most recent, useless dumpster. That he'll have to search The Dump starts to weigh on his mind...
Which is when its startled by Magpie's voice. It froze, realising how insane it must look. From the now dirty clothes with a blood stained sleeve, to the frazzled hair he's brushing back. He spins around until he spots them.
*Magpie’s leaning on the side of a wall, trying to look cool. They certainly have noticed Wendell’s appearance, and admittedly they’re more than a little concerned.
❄️ Er… did you get [Hurt in a Car Accident]? Not necessarily that, but… you also have the [Voice Control] thingy, you get it.
Wendell couldn't help but compare itself to Magpie, glancing between him and it. His smile pulled more into a grimace. The lean really did help them look cool...
Wendell paused, realising Magpie might have meant its ruined clothes and blood.
*There certainly were a lot of different reasons one could have someone else’s blood on them. But with how battered Wendell looked, it had likely gotten in a fight, Magpie reasoned.
❄️ So you got in a [Boss Battle], did you?
*But also, Magpie recalled Pearl’s memories of Shell… who Wendell very much resembled. At the very least, he seemed unlikely to want to harm them.
*Either way, they tensed up, manifesting more in their belly feeling tight.
❄️ Uh, got anything you need to [Trick or Treat]?
*They’d partially asked because of worry, partially to check just how fair the circumstances may have been.
Wendell cuffs his sleeves with a slightly glitched laugh. Completely oblivious to Magpie's small change in behaviour.
It really didn't know how to explain what happened. It was less of a fight and more of a one sided attempted mauling. Which was. Technically unsuccessful? Well, they didn't ask for specifics. He grits his teeth, rubbing at his jaw.
*Hm, seemed like it was a fight after all. That made them feel safer, at least.
❄️ …No? Agh, speech thingy [Malfunctioning]. It’s just a [Business Trip]… actually yeah that’s what it is, kinda. As in, a trip to promote my business.
*Pearl hadn’t really done this, to Magpie’s knowledge. He’d try to get customer’s attention as best he could, but he seemed too scared to network properly. Magpie had no such reservations.
*Though there was also the reason of… wanting their siblings to forget about that incident. The idea of them figuring out that Magpie existed was… scarier than they’d admit, with the unclarity of their siblings’s understanding.
❄️ Well, I’ve enough of a [HeartShapedObject] not to sell to someone down on its [Lucky Winner]. I’d propose a business [Lifetime Partnership], but I’m not exactly sure how that’d [Exercise] across universes, ehaehe.
Oh oops. Business trip, hm? Spamton hummed as he listened.
It choked down hysterical laughter at the comment on its current situation, coughing instead. From top of the world to digging through garbage in a blink. He dusted his clothes with his hands to free his excess energy.
The idea of another partnership lingered in its head uncomfortably. The 'across universes' bit does put a huge wrench in the thought. Very risky, but enticing. His throughts bounced the more he considered. What would they sell? How would they market? How different was Magpie's universe from its? What did they already sell?
Did the phone still ring?
There were too many questions for right now. Maybe he should start with the most important one.
❄️ How’d I get here…? Eh, just found this weird door in the [Recycling]. It had a sorta [Rainbow Connection] glow to it? Anyway it seems to allow [Public Transit] to [Far, far away] places.
So [Anything Is Possible]! We’ll be able to meet pretty [Quick Service]!
*Magpie was excited for a potential partnership, maybe a little too excited to see any issues in this moment. One thing did come to mind that this was another thing he had to explain to Pearl…
It should really write these things down before it forgets. No pen, no paper, but— right, right. New phone. It takes it out to make the note. 'Business with other Spamton. Weird rainbow door = how visit.'
He starts to pace in the alleyway, his excitement difficult to contain. He's mumbling something about split assets and debt. Hire a ambassador between worlds? No money for that, but maybe... Or if... Move this... Sell the last building.... Certainly enough freetime now...
Wendell's only a little distracted, starting to hyperfocus on what its doing. Eager to add any of Magpie's input for the note it made.
*Magpie was admittedly not sure what universes had those he knew from Pearl’s memories. But whatever! They could make new friends.
Hello there! Nice to [Meetup] another me on my little [Vacation Trip]!
*…was that the smell of blood in the air? Eh, probably some rusting metal…
Spamton Wendell was making his way through Cyber City with one goal. Find its things. At the very least, his old phone! His new one was nice, but the old one was among the last of his things from before. So far, there was nothing. He kicks at the most recent, useless dumpster. That he'll have to search The Dump starts to weigh on his mind...
Which is when its startled by Magpie's voice. It froze, realising how insane it must look. From the now dirty clothes with a blood stained sleeve, to the frazzled hair he's brushing back. He spins around until he spots them.
*Magpie’s leaning on the side of a wall, trying to look cool. They certainly have noticed Wendell’s appearance, and admittedly they’re more than a little concerned.
❄️ Er… did you get [Hurt in a Car Accident]? Not necessarily that, but… you also have the [Voice Control] thingy, you get it.
Wendell couldn't help but compare itself to Magpie, glancing between him and it. His smile pulled more into a grimace. The lean really did help them look cool...
Wendell paused, realising Magpie might have meant its ruined clothes and blood.
*There certainly were a lot of different reasons one could have someone else’s blood on them. But with how battered Wendell looked, it had likely gotten in a fight, Magpie reasoned.
❄️ So you got in a [Boss Battle], did you?
*But also, Magpie recalled Pearl’s memories of Shell… who Wendell very much resembled. At the very least, he seemed unlikely to want to harm them.
*Either way, they tensed up, manifesting more in their belly feeling tight.
❄️ Uh, got anything you need to [Trick or Treat]?
*They’d partially asked because of worry, partially to check just how fair the circumstances may have been.
Wendell cuffs his sleeves with a slightly glitched laugh. Completely oblivious to Magpie's small change in behaviour.
It really didn't know how to explain what happened. It was less of a fight and more of a one sided attempted mauling. Which was. Technically unsuccessful? Well, they didn't ask for specifics. He grits his teeth, rubbing at his jaw.
*Hm, seemed like it was a fight after all. That made them feel safer, at least.
❄️ …No? Agh, speech thingy [Malfunctioning]. It’s just a [Business Trip]… actually yeah that’s what it is, kinda. As in, a trip to promote my business.
*Pearl hadn’t really done this, to Magpie’s knowledge. He’d try to get customer’s attention as best he could, but he seemed too scared to network properly. Magpie had no such reservations.
*Though there was also the reason of… wanting their siblings to forget about that incident. The idea of them figuring out that Magpie existed was… scarier than they’d admit, with the unclarity of their siblings’s understanding.
❄️ Well, I’ve enough of a [HeartShapedObject] not to sell to someone down on its [Lucky Winner]. I’d propose a business [Lifetime Partnership], but I’m not exactly sure how that’d [Exercise] across universes, ehaehe.
Oh oops. Business trip, hm? Spamton hummed as he listened.
It choked down hysterical laughter at the comment on its current situation, coughing instead. From top of the world to digging through garbage in a blink. He dusted his clothes with his hands to free his excess energy.
The idea of another partnership lingered in its head uncomfortably. The 'across universes' bit does put a huge wrench in the thought. Very risky, but enticing. His throughts bounced the more he considered. What would they sell? How would they market? How different was Magpie's universe from its? What did they already sell?
Did the phone still ring?
There were too many questions for right now. Maybe he should start with the most important one.
*Magpie was admittedly not sure what universes had those he knew from Pearl’s memories. But whatever! They could make new friends.
Hello there! Nice to [Meetup] another me on my little [Vacation Trip]!
*…was that the smell of blood in the air? Eh, probably some rusting metal…
Spamton Wendell was making his way through Cyber City with one goal. Find its things. At the very least, his old phone! His new one was nice, but the old one was among the last of his things from before. So far, there was nothing. He kicks at the most recent, useless dumpster. That he'll have to search The Dump starts to weigh on his mind...
Which is when its startled by Magpie's voice. It froze, realising how insane it must look. From the now dirty clothes with a blood stained sleeve, to the frazzled hair he's brushing back. He spins around until he spots them.
*Magpie’s leaning on the side of a wall, trying to look cool. They certainly have noticed Wendell’s appearance, and admittedly they’re more than a little concerned.
❄️ Er… did you get [Hurt in a Car Accident]? Not necessarily that, but… you also have the [Voice Control] thingy, you get it.
Wendell couldn't help but compare itself to Magpie, glancing between him and it. His smile pulled more into a grimace. The lean really did help them look cool...
Wendell paused, realising Magpie might have meant its ruined clothes and blood.
*There certainly were a lot of different reasons one could have someone else’s blood on them. But with how battered Wendell looked, it had likely gotten in a fight, Magpie reasoned.
❄️ So you got in a [Boss Battle], did you?
*But also, Magpie recalled Pearl’s memories of Shell… who Wendell very much resembled. At the very least, he seemed unlikely to want to harm them.
*Either way, they tensed up, manifesting more in their belly feeling tight.
❄️ Uh, got anything you need to [Trick or Treat]?
*They’d partially asked because of worry, partially to check just how fair the circumstances may have been.
Wendell cuffs his sleeves with a slightly glitched laugh. Completely oblivious to Magpie's small change in behaviour.
It really didn't know how to explain what happened. It was less of a fight and more of a one sided attempted mauling. Which was. Technically unsuccessful? Well, they didn't ask for specifics. He grits his teeth, rubbing at his jaw.
*Magpie was admittedly not sure what universes had those he knew from Pearl’s memories. But whatever! They could make new friends.
Hello there! Nice to [Meetup] another me on my little [Vacation Trip]!
*…was that the smell of blood in the air? Eh, probably some rusting metal…
Spamton Wendell was making his way through Cyber City with one goal. Find its things. At the very least, his old phone! His new one was nice, but the old one was among the last of his things from before. So far, there was nothing. He kicks at the most recent, useless dumpster. That he'll have to search The Dump starts to weigh on his mind...
Which is when its startled by Magpie's voice. It froze, realising how insane it must look. From the now dirty clothes with a blood stained sleeve, to the frazzled hair he's brushing back. He spins around until he spots them.
*Magpie’s leaning on the side of a wall, trying to look cool. They certainly have noticed Wendell’s appearance, and admittedly they’re more than a little concerned.
❄️ Er… did you get [Hurt in a Car Accident]? Not necessarily that, but… you also have the [Voice Control] thingy, you get it.
Wendell couldn't help but compare itself to Magpie, glancing between him and it. His smile pulled more into a grimace. The lean really did help them look cool...
Wendell paused, realising Magpie might have meant its ruined clothes and blood.
*Magpie was admittedly not sure what universes had those he knew from Pearl’s memories. But whatever! They could make new friends.
Hello there! Nice to [Meetup] another me on my little [Vacation Trip]!
*…was that the smell of blood in the air? Eh, probably some rusting metal…
Spamton Wendell was making his way through Cyber City with one goal. Find its things. At the very least, his old phone! His new one was nice, but the old one was among the last of his things from before. So far, there was nothing. He kicks at the most recent, useless dumpster. That he'll have to search The Dump starts to weigh on his mind...
Which is when its startled by Magpie's voice. It froze, realising how insane it must look. From the now dirty clothes with a blood stained sleeve, to the frazzled hair he's brushing back. He spins around until he spots them.
