› TAKE DEAL.

just take it. just take it. just take it. just take it. just take it.

[dismisscd]

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[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FOR WORKAHOLIC CHARACTERS WHO PUSH THEMSELVES TOO HARD *  assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary

there's still a lot of work to be done.

i'm not finished with it yet.

i can't give up just yet.

there's nothing noble about working yourself to death.

you think i can't handle this myself?

there's not enough hours in the day.

i realize you think you have to do this.

working like this helps me think.

i'll sleep when i'm dead.

your work ethic scares me sometimes.

i don't need your help.

do you ever sleep?

they need me.

no matter how hard you work, it won't bring them back.

do you realize how crazy that sounds?

i'm not stopping until this is done.

you need to slow down.

i feel like i'm wasting my life.

have you ever taken a vacation?

i can handle this on my own.

i'm nothing without my work.

you're going to get sick if you keep going like this.

you've proven your point.

you're going to work yourself to death.

there are worse ways to spend a life.

you can't keep going at this pace.

i don't have time to rest.

it needs to be done.

do you have any healthy coping mechanisms, by any chance?

there's no time to waste.

i think it's time for you to take a break.

everything was going great until you stopped me.

i can't sleep yet. not until this is done.

i'm the only one who can do this.

at least let me help you.

if i just focus on my work, i don't have to think about anything else.

i'm not asking you to take a break, i'm telling you.

did you really have to interrupt like that?

i'm not budging.

it's my life's work.

you're not going to convince me otherwise.

when was the last time you slept?

i'll help you finish the job if you promise to get some rest.

you're practically falling asleep standing up.

you can finish this in the morning.

let me get you to bed.

don't you get it? it's over!

working yourself to death isn't going to fix anything.

if i don't do it, no one else will.

i wish you would take some time to rest.

i'm not taking a break, if that's what you're asking.

you just broke my concentration, thank you very much.

i'm not going to bed.

i don't know how to quit.

they're counting on me.

too many people rely on me.

i can't disappoint them.

you need a vacation.

i wish you would just listen to me and slow down.

your eye bags have eye bags.

all right, that's it. i'm putting my foot down.

no more excuses.

what do you get out of this? this overworking thing?

without my work... i'm nothing.

no one else is going to step in.

i don't care about me. i care about them.

we have unfinished business.

if i stop now, it'll be like giving up.

i'm a perfectionist. it's in my nature.

better to pour myself into my work than something else.

i wish you would go easy on yourself.

this is very unhealthy.

[actxfmercy]

Oh lmaooo he got fucked up so bad. Welp. This is bad. What will everyone think if she goes around smashing Addison's noses left and right?

Like at least when she goes around mind controlling them they get a cool new body and don't have anything to say about it.

"Yea Nah You Look Like Garbage"

Straight to the point, huh. Practically cartwheeling out of the car, she leans on the other and--

"...Did We Meet Already? Your Face Looks Familiar"

Something about... some e-mail guy from many years before?

[dismisscd]

Okay okay okay OKAY no panic. No panic! He just needs to stay very very very very calm and act as natural as an Addison would normally do. He was an Addison after all!... a-and he still is, everyone calls him differently b-but he is, h-he is, it's... haha it's not that difficult come on! Just... a deep breath... okay, a big smile... oookaaay, all is fine all is fi--

IT'S NOT SHE'S LEANING ON HIM HE CAN FEEL HER OH NO OH F--

« NOWEDIDN'T ». So much for acting natural. He feels his face almost paralized in that smile now, as he ever so slowly starts to drag his body backwards in a very sorry excuse of an attempt to get away from her. « I-I-I ne-never g-got the cha-chance to meet Y-You-Your Highness I-I'm sorry I mu-must g-g-go now hahaha »

[actxfmercy]

What an odd situation this turned out to be. If Kris had the ability to actually move on their own, they'd turn around, return to Queen's car and tell her to take the alley shortcut, or something. Or just pull Noelle out of the backseat and run as fast as possible through traffic, uncaring if they were going to get hit or not.

It would be better than this. Less confusing. Less scary.

The Addison screams, and Kris-- it-- take another step back, eyes widening in surprise. Buying the SOUL? Making a deal?! And who the hell is Mike?!

The world around them twists and turns, revolves around itself. Gets darker, as they enter a fight.

Guess we're doing this, huh.

♥ ACT ♥ DEAL

A finger points forward, their free hand clings on their blade as they frown ever so slightly. We're doing... this? We're actually listening to this lunatic? Granted, despite everything Kris would lie if they said they didn't have a hint of morbid curiosity when it came to this freak, but the fact that the SOUL, too, seemed to be interested was. Odd.

They want to scream. They want to hit him. They want to listen.

NOT INTERESTED ♥ TELL ME MORE

"Tell me more."

Okay. Sure. Fine. Fine.

[dismisscd]

The world changes and darkens around them, but it's a sight reserved for the other one and their heart shaped object, as nothing changes for the former Addison. In a world already dark, a few lights going out mean absolutely nothing - not until that one stays.

The hint of the wait seems to last hours. Hours of hands holding and twisting the receiver, hours of him swinging left and right because his legs are too weak to keep him steady, hours of blackness filled with something for the first time in so, so long. It takes just a few seconds, and yet millions of hours, to finally get that answer.

Tell me more.

« Of COURSE, dear costumER!! » he yells, and all his strength seems to come back at once as he takes a jump, and his muscle memory brings him back to that seller pose he used to take all the time: legs united like a single line, back straight, one hand beside him with one finger up, the other one - holding the receiver - behind him. His voice cracks for a second as he speaks, shifting in sound, now suddenly seeming to come from an old television speakers. « YOU SEE - u-unlike me, hehehaHA - y-y-you SEE, I used to be a BIG SHOT!! The BIGGEST!! But then-- then, I-I-I-y-you see I-- [[ hyperlink blocked ]]-- »

He stops, for just a moment. His form seems to lose his strength for a moment, as if one step away from falling to the ground, his smile still wide and there but now almost pained - more than before at least. « [[ hyperlink blocked ]]-- » he repeats again-

And then suddenly laughs loud, too loud, and he glitches, and he's back at the straight position he had before - despite now he's trembling much stronger than before, and the pose feels much more forced now. He can't see the wire around his left wrist shooting up and keeping him straight, only feels the sudden sting of pain in his arm - but the heart shaped object... perhaps it can.

« I NEED!! A LITTLE [[ generosity ]] !! BUT!! Don't you worryyyy I-I-I'm an [[ HonestMan ]] dear coSTUMEEER I AM!! SO!! ». A broken laugh. « Normal. » A hiccup. The hand pointing up moves towards the heart shaped object and shows a palm full of scars and cuts. « .............. [[ generosity ]] ?? I NEED TO ». A gasp for air. He's almost not breathing at this point. « EAT or I'll [[ die ]] . Pickle jar is also good. Everything costs. H-h-hungry hahaHAHAH »

[actxfmercy]

@dismisscd

spamton gets almost hit by a car. or maybe he got hit by it. who knows, it's for queen, she decides. « I-- ahhh, sor-rry- »

Woops haha she almost ran over some guy. I mean. Not her. Her car did. Her car, piloted by Swatch. Who she told to go faster because most of the people and/or items she ends up hitting either flies away unscated or is very fun to see blown up.

But she missed this one, so she might as well try to be nice.

"Swatch Get That Guy", she's quick to tap the butler's shoulder, taking a second to think about her wording "But Avoid Him Lmao"

Once she returns by the Addison's side, she opens the door of the car and-- yep she got him now. She definitively slammed him on the face with the car's door. Woops.

"Oh Eff Sorry About That You're Shorter Than I Thought. You Good?"

[dismisscd]

Well uhh... it might be his lucky day, for once? I mean, yeah, he got almost hit by a car, but almost is already better than most days, let's be honest. It made him fall, it made him stumble and panic because he couldn't understand if he was on the road or the sidewalk, and the hiss of the wheels just a whisper away from him as the car came back didn't really help with the whole "calming down" thing, but at least he didn't got hit. He stammered an apology, ready to move on and disappear again in a side alley like it usually happens, and--

And no okay nevermind, the car does hit him at the end. The door slams on his face with a loud and painful THUD. Okay yes nevermind this is okay he's used to it he doesn't want to cry.

He pushes himself with a pained sigh, as someone comes out of the car and-- and wait. Wait wait wait wait shit wait.

That's the Queen's voice.

He instantly becomes the meme of someone saying "act natural" and no one does, becoming the most stiff creature in the Dark World as he turns, hopes to everything that's holy to be meeting her gaze, and gives her a trembling thumbs up, spitting in one breath: « MyfacehurtsbutI'mokaythankyou!!! »

[actxfmercy]

"--!"

They instinctively step back, a hand moving to cover their heart. Soul. Thing. Whatever that was, whatever it could be that intrigued the stranger, whatever actually pushed them to hide it.

We should say something, they think. We really should either say or do something about this thing, right now.

♥ what are you doing? who are you?

"What are you doing?!"

...yeah, okay. Better than nothing, they guess.

[dismisscd]

It's close, that little heart shaped object, it's so wonderfully close, so close that the former Addison can almost feel its warmth, its energy, its hope gently reaching his fingers.

Perhaps it will make him take it? Will it make this nightmare end? Is-is it over? Can he go back to what he was before...? M-Mike told him! Mike promised! Didn't he promi--

It moves suddenly. Spamton sees it jumping and then moving back, back, oh no oh no it's moving back it's going away no no no-!! He gasps in sudden panic, instinctively pushes himself forward to catch it before it is gone, and loses balance, crashing on the ground with a yelp of pain. He lifts his head quickly, trying to see where it was going-- ... but it's not going anywhere. It stops again, and it talks. It talks? Is the heart shaped object talking...? No, no wait, it came with someone, didn't it? He heard the approaching steps when he was in the trashcan, they were the reason he came out of there in the first place. Did that someone talk? It's... it's younger than he thought. Wh... what-- What did they ask-? What is he doing...?!

« I-I'm-- ». He forces his poorly fed upper body up, sitting on his own feet, fingers of the left hand tight around the receiver so much to hurt him. His eyes leave with difficulty the wonderful heart shaped object floating in front of him, to take a guess of where the gaze of that someone who talked might be. He ends up looking way too up. « I-- M-Mike s-said-- »

He gasps for air for a moment, so many thoughts chasing each other over the headache of the sudden excitement; and then he suddenly smiles, the wide and forced and pained and desperate smile of a businessman on the verge of tears.

« I-I WOULD L-LIKE TO [[ buy ]] YOUR [[ heart shaped object ]] !! » he starts screaming, not really noticing the sudden change in the volume, his voice shaking up and down, excited then neutral then excited again. He gets on unsteady feet, trembling, his eyes snapping back on the heart shaped object. « WHAT AB-BOUT WE MAKE A [[ deal ]] EH?? »

[actxfmercy]

@dismisscd

His breath is ragged, a smile quivering on the lips, as he stares - he stares!! - at that little. wonderful. hidden. light. « Th-th-that-- ». He swallows with difficulty. The receiver cracks slightly in his trembling clench. « ... i-is a-an interes-sting [[ heart shaped object ]] you got there...!! »

Oh they hate this. The idea of leaving Noelle behind with the Queen is already stressful enough, metting with... that thing. That... Addison? Is just making things worse.

He breaths weirdly. He smiles. He approaches, and Kris steps back even without the SOUL telling them to, stopping after just one movement.

Right. A human SOUL. Or as human as that thing could be. That thing's is rare, certainly - different from any Monster Soul, something arguably rare on its own in the Dark World.

There's a hint of a gulp, one that mixes the clear worry in the teen's glare and the smidge of curiosity that makes both host and parasite stay on the spot.

[dismisscd]

It had been so long since the last time he saw something. A word dark already on his own, becoming even darker when his sight gave up on him. It was just a matter of time before it happened, anyway - the entire world gave up on him, why wouldn't his body follow? He could sometimes see little, vague shapes of light moving, something telling him that he was not entirely alone in the world despite it all, for better and for worse. But that? That is perfectly clear! In the pitch black, that heart-shaped object glows so perfectly, so clearly. It could guide him in the fog, was it on the opposite side of the Cyber World he would still see it!

It arrived! Finally, in the end, it arrived!!

Spamton's almost white irises remain fixed on that little wonderful thing as he blindly looks with his hands for the border of the trash can he had been thrown into. Climbing out of it is really awkward, almost falling back into the trash, and then not sure where the ground was outside. He ends up straight up falling to the ground, letting out but a short sound of pain before quickly getting on his four and returning to stare at the heart-shaped object, completely unaware of being looking at the kid's chest on the outside.

His breath becomes even more ragged with pure emotion creeping up his spine, pushing his free hand to rise trembling and try to reach out to it, biting his lower lip to keep in any yelp - of exploding joy, of utter fear of it being just an hallucination and disappearing in an instant.

[dismisscd]

assorted dialogues. / @timedticket ❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜ / ( and what if. what if we're trying to fix him a little bit. a little maintenance session :-( )

After he lost his job, he rarely got touched, if not at all, as if he became just another piece of junk no one wanted to stay near to. Those few times he had received some sort of physical contact it had been... unkind. Pushes, kicks... a punch, sometimes. They became rarer and rarer when he lost his sight, and people could just stay silent and he couldn't find them anymore. He almost got used to that touchless world full with nothing but darkness - even grateful to be left completely alone, after someone ( something...? ) got so violent with him after he tried to get rid of the receiver, he swore to never let it go again.

And yet, now he has found ( or, rather, he had been found, like a stray dog in the rain ) by someone that talks to him in such a gentle voice... someone who touches him ever so kindly, that tells him she's about to do it and where, so to not get him scared. It feels like ages since anyone showed to him any form of kindness... She makes him feel safe, somehow, for the first time in so, so long. It is enough to even make his constant trembling grasp on the receiver relax just a tiny bit, despite both hands are still tight around it to vent somehow the everpresent nervousness in his body.

« Aahh... I, mnh... »

He swallows slowly, just now wishing after so long to be able to see again. He'd love to look at her face, maybe be heartened by her eyes, or a smile. He's imagining her so gentle... he could bet she looks as sweet as her voice hints... He points his blind gaze as near as he hopes her eyes to be, only black gazing back, while he feels her hands gently posing on his temples. So comfortably warm - or is he extremely cold?

He swallows again, and makes a lot of small and frantic nods.

« Okay okay okay okay okay. » His hands hold the receiver just slightly stronger. 'Sting a little'... I-it can't be that bad, right? His eyes stung a lot when he got sick. He's used to feeling stung, he's used to it, yes. « This —— ah, mnhh, wh-what is... 'this', th-though...? If-ahh-if-if-if I can a-ask? I-I-uhh-ca-can I ask? »

His voice glitches suddenly, his back suddenly straight like he has received a shock. In his throat resounds what vaguely resembles an interrupted scream, and then he's suddenly smiling wide. One hand leaves the receiver, but he can't stop himself from almost screaming: « NO MORE ASKS FOR [[ 9.99$ ]] PER [[ MONTH ]] !! » before he slaps it on his own mouth, forcing any other word back in the throat. He should know he should just shut up at this point, he should KNOW...

[dismisscd]

ALRIGHT, before i write anything in character. i should really explain what makes this spamton different from the canon one, shouldn't i. rapid bullet points of things that i will write better sooner or later, promise! under the cut, because there are also a couple sketches.

spamton is physically much more similar to the addisons than his canon self. before losing his head, he was nearly identical.

he bought his food as long as he could afford it, then could do nothing else than looking in the trash. probably because of something he ate then, he got sick and started losing his sight. not a single soul helped him.

he could still talk normally until he got completely blind, and made a certain call to a certain someone.

he has the type of blindness where a person can see only the shadows, but being him a darkner, he sees the opposite: he sees the light. with this i specifically mean that the only thing he can see extremely well is a certain heart shaped object. when talking to anyone his gaze is lost, but when talking to kris? he stares right at his chest.

he holds a receiver with a snapped cable so strongly that his fingers are almost atrophied around it. while technically broken, he swears he can hear music from the other side. ... hence why he doesn't believe if someone tells him it's broken.

he keeps jumping from talking frenetically and weirdly, to moments he talks seemingly normally. moments of calm and normality are always very short lived if he's with others, horribly long when he's alone.

and he's almost always alone, and he hates it so much. there is something forcing the receiver back in his hand if he throws it away, and it doesn't say a word.

[[ hyperlink blocked ]] marks blacklisted words he is unable to say out loud. sometimes he doesn't realize it, but more often than not he notices he's not saying what he wants - which can get him incredibly frustrated, and bring to even more unhinged dialogue.

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

( this is basically just a very self indulgent list of various fluff, angst, and suggestive themed dialogue sentence starters. )

❛ i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me. ❜

❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜

❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜

❛ promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up. ❜

❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜ 

❛ clean yourself up. you're getting blood all over the place. ❜

❛ here, give this a try and tell me what you think. ❜

❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜

❛ come back to bed. ❜

❛ you look good like this. ❜

❛ working together again, it’s just like old times. ❜

❛ how is it you always know what i need, huh? ❜

❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜ 

❛ i can’t imagine losing someone like that. i’m sorry. ❜

❛ you know you can always talk to me. ❜

❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜

❛ so, what do i owe this pleasure? ❜

❛ ah, so you aren’t heartless after all. ❜

❛ may i have this dance? ❜ 

❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. i won't break. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜

❛ we can't keep doing this. ❜ 

❛ you look like you've got something to say. ❜

❛ just relax and let me take care of you. ❜

❛ thought you’d be lighter without all that blood. ❜

❛ i had it under control. you didn’t need to do that. ❜

❛ everything looks so beautiful from up here. ❜

❛ you treat all your ladies like this? ❜

❛ well? how do i look? ❜

❛ can’t sleep? ❜

❛ do you mind if i smoke? ❜

❛ i’m scared of ending up alone. ❜

❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ how long has it been since you've slept? ❜

❛ you are losing my interest, and that’s very dangerous. ❜

❛ i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight. ❜

❛ you look really pretty right now. ❜

❛ i’ve never cared for anyone the way i care for you. ❜

❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜

❛ just a few more stitches and you’ll be as good as new. ❜

❛ i’d say we make a pretty good team. ❜

❛ i want you to forget this ever happened. ❜

❛ i'm here for business — not pleasure. ❜

❛ if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous. ❜

❛ you'd look better down on your knees. ❜

❛ fine, keep acting like you hate me. ❜

❛ kiss me again. ❜

❛ are you asking me out on a date? ❜

❛ just sit there and look pretty and let me handle this. ❜

❛ you okay? caught you staring off into space again. ❜

❛ well, i do feel better now that you're here. ❜

❛ i'm not drunk enough for this. ❜ 

❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜

❛ i was wrong about you. ❜ 

❛ the first time i met you, i had no idea you'd mean this much. ❜

❛ you gonna be a good girl / boy for me? ❜

❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜

❛ books mean more to me than people anyway. ❜

❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜

❛ how about a kiss goodnight? ❜

❛ i don’t have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜ 

❛ if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. ❜

[actxfdetermination]

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