[ghostlylildudes]

Important Stuff

Rules: -No smut. (We do a bit of implying in this household, though.) -Any character under the age of eighteen is platonic/mild romantic con

Rules:

Introductions:

Introduction To The Mods: "Alone at the edge of a universe, humming a tune." ▪︎ Mod Calvin▪︎ Name(s): Cal, Calvin (Lynn). Pronouns: He/Him,

Masterlist

Deltarune: Yan!Spamton x Reader

Neon purple is what Moon has made, the faded grayish is what Calvin has.

[ghostlylildudes]

Hi yes, important things new many new things to say!

Please read it's very important I'm not even joking guys

For a start, we'd like to apologize for a lack of any requests getting done, all of us are demotivated right now but rest assured we will get them done!

A secondary thing to note is a shift in content, recent concerns from our friend has lead us to making the decision of shifting away from yandere content a bit more, we will indeed still be making content related to it and your requests will get done, but we are going to begin writing more normal stuff! If you like normal stuff too, that's an option.

A third thing is that I, (Calvin) am now willing to write for any TallyHallverse character! I have yet to finish all Tally Hall related projects but I have listened through both of their albums and Hawaii Part II in full many times, and I'd also like to stress I do NOT write for any of the members or any version of them, or any real life individuals associated with them, for hopefully obvious reasoning.

[ghostlylildudes]

Edits I made.

I can get these out faster than writing and I'd like to feel productive, so if you have any requests for edits, ask. Please.

Not yandere related but...

[ghostlylildudes]

Hello! I have a request for mod Calvin, can I request Yan!Cole with childhood friend S/O headcannons ? I imagine Cole was a loner when he was little and S/O was the only friend he had.

Also sorry if this is bad. It's my first time requesting to a mod so it's a bit confusing! Thank you!

I started shaking when I first got this, out of joy, of course!!

I'm sorry if this is lacking direction or seems a bit lost, or all over the place, I don't write headcanons on my own time.

Regardless, thank you for the request!

(Bold of you to assume Cole isn't already a yandere, though….)

□Cole took a very intense liking to you shortly after you met, and, well, it seems apparent that he never did change.

■He never did have any other friends, so for most of your childhood, you'd only do something if he was included, and this only strengthened the already intense emotions he had.

□The last you ever saw of him was just after you two graduated from school, and then, you never saw each other again.

■Regardless of reason, your life became abnormal some time after, but even then, the last thing you expected was to see him again!

□Especially in the context of the scene of a murder! And also being a panther, but he seemed more than happy to help! And who're you to reject?

■Sure, you had suspicions and doubts, but you trusted Cole, and he seemed to at least make an honest effort.

□As the days go by and things seem more hopeless, you and Cole reconnect, and things almost feel like you never did leave each other's side.

■Oh, how he wished that was true.

□He brings up odder, obscure things you hardly remember, not often, but it's always a surprise.

■He likes to use being unable to get into his house on his own as an excuse to spend more time with you, and it works every single time. 

□One day, you're looking through everything you've written down, when Cole asks you one of those questions.

■"Do you remember when we kissed? It was...divine. Oh, but it was so long ago, forget it." 

□Well, you did...but truth be told, you'd rather not think about it. It was a dare of all things, and it felt awkward to bring it up. Wait, how did he describe that?

■You guess it's better to try and turn him back and be funny about it. If not a bit of a jerk. You lie, and ask him if you want him to remind it.

□You end up kissing and the curse is (somewhat!) broken, and Cole just seems elated.

■"Actually? Now that I think about it, I do."

□It's not uncommon for Cole to (at least try to) take you to places you used to hang out at after that, even if they happen to be hours away. 

■Usually it's a path in the woods over the actual location it leads to, or store where you could never choose what to get. 

□Most of them are devoid of people, and you quickly find yourself getting a sense of dé·jà vu as Cole stays silent and seemingly fixated on you, which leads to a lot of awkward moments and him tripping quite a bit.

■He remarks on quite a few things being your favorites, most of which are accurate to the modern day over when you actually a child...even if you...never told him anything like that.

□Time flies and you lose all hope in the case, everything leads to nothing, and despite how much effort you both put into it and how awful you feel, Cole seems more relaxed now. It's probably just the stress off his shoulders. Right?

■You start feeling a bit paranoid, no doubt intensified by the sheer amount of odd or dangerous occurrences your lovers are facing on a consistent basis.

□It's not specifically directed at Cole for the most part, but it certainly isn't helping that he's a little more than creepy, now that you think about it….

■You think it's time you stop excusing things for him, you've let all of this blow off for too long, and if he can explain himself, then that's better for the both of you.

□So, one day, you call him up and ask if he would like to come over to have a nice chat.

■Unsurprisingly, he does!

□Just when you're done getting ready and setting everything up, he's at the door, and you decide to just push it off for a bit. You'll bring it up anyways.

■It seemed to have been going well, you both get lost in conversation, and you decide that in the middle of some brief silence, you'd ask.

□It goes awfully.

■At first, you just ask why he seems to stare at you so much, but when he starts excusing it with the fact he missed you, and that he hasn't been able to get enough of you!

□You, understandably get rather worked  and uncomfortable when he says this, and you get a bit more serious all around, near damn ready to throw him out of your house.

■It was jarring to see him so outwardly calm throughout the entire thing, but that certainly didn't stop him from trying to convince you nothing was wrong. That friend should trust each other, that you should trust him. 

□You threatened to call the police on him, and only then did he leave.

■A few days pass relatively slowly, you're paranoid out of your mind and he took your house keys on his way out.

□The boys offer to stay with you until the locks are changed, and they're the only thing that makes you feel safe.

■And then, you find everything silent. 

□Everyone's out of the house, busy with their own lives, you're alone for the first time in days.

■While you're obsessively walking around the house, checking rooms and every corner, welding one of Scale's lesser used (but just as sharp) knives, you find yourself pushed to the ground.

□You're strangled by rope, very soon after.

■You wake up dazed, and intense pain from most parts of your body. Looking around, it's just a mattress on the floor and some prized possessions, new and old.

□Your neck and hand was wrapped securely in bandages, and it's opposite arm was...chained to the wall….

■After a moment you realize just how heavy the rest of your body feels.

□Hours pass and the cycle repeats on and off, finding the energy and willingness to fight or investigate, only to end up winded or your injuries to be prodded at.

■When Cole comes home, he's a wreck. He's shaking, and definitely on the verge of tears.

□He silently cups your face and while initially, you jump back, you two end up standing still in this position for a time. Staring into eachothers eyes. 

■"We are never going to be apart ever again. I'll make sure of that." 

□He rests his head on your shoulder and squeezes you in his arms tightly. It's silent, and the best you can muster up in any terms of fighting is worthless.

■This won't be your end, surely someone will come for you, you think. But for now...maybe it'd be fine to just rest.

□Cole tilts up your head and forcefully stuffs your mouths together. At least when he's flung back and turned fully human, it takes him a few moments to collect himself fully.

■He's been deprived, he says. Everything will be fine now, he thinks. And for now, it seems like the truth. You sink down into the mattress hopelessly and sigh. 

□This is your future. A life with your childhood friend. It seems sweet on paper, but you know you're within your right to dread all that follows.

[9n-no0]

Thank you so much, you did a good job!💓

[ghostlylildudes]

Oh my God!!! Thank you so much!!! ♡♡♡♡ You're welcome by the way!!! <3

[evilyodastwistedworldofevilness]

Had a dream where Phineas and Ferb had some crossover with miracle musical and there was a special crossover episode that went through the plot of the album except with Phineas and Ferb characters but I accidentally missed it cause I didn't know about it til later.

All I know is that Candace was responsible for the murders mentioned in that one song and Phineas covered for her to prevent her from going to jail

[ghostlylildudes]

I wish this was real, it sounds absolutely wild oh my God

[ghostlylildudes]

I'm going to be attempting to start off or do requests on the behalf of Moon, they're not the most motivated currently and I'd prefer for this not to die like our last shared account, ehe....

[ghostlylildudes]

Hello! I have a request for mod Calvin, can I request Yan!Cole with childhood friend S/O headcannons ? I imagine Cole was a loner when he was little and S/O was the only friend he had.

Also sorry if this is bad. It's my first time requesting to a mod so it's a bit confusing! Thank you!

I started shaking when I first got this, out of joy, of course!!

I'm sorry if this is lacking direction or seems a bit lost, or all over the place, I don't write headcanons on my own time.

Regardless, thank you for the request!

(Bold of you to assume Cole isn't already a yandere, though….)

□Cole took a very intense liking to you shortly after you met, and, well, it seems apparent that he never did change.

■He never did have any other friends, so for most of your childhood, you'd only do something if he was included, and this only strengthened the already intense emotions he had.

□The last you ever saw of him was just after you two graduated from school, and then, you never saw each other again.

■Regardless of reason, your life became abnormal some time after, but even then, the last thing you expected was to see him again!

□Especially in the context of the scene of a murder! And also being a panther, but he seemed more than happy to help! And who're you to reject?

■Sure, you had suspicions and doubts, but you trusted Cole, and he seemed to at least make an honest effort.

□As the days go by and things seem more hopeless, you and Cole reconnect, and things almost feel like you never did leave each other's side.

■Oh, how he wished that was true.

□He brings up odder, obscure things you hardly remember, not often, but it's always a surprise.

■He likes to use being unable to get into his house on his own as an excuse to spend more time with you, and it works every single time. 

□One day, you're looking through everything you've written down, when Cole asks you one of those questions.

■"Do you remember when we kissed? It was...divine. Oh, but it was so long ago, forget it." 

□Well, you did...but truth be told, you'd rather not think about it. It was a dare of all things, and it felt awkward to bring it up. Wait, how did he describe that?

■You guess it's better to try and turn him back and be funny about it. If not a bit of a jerk. You lie, and ask him if you want him to remind it.

□You end up kissing and the curse is (somewhat!) broken, and Cole just seems elated.

■"Actually? Now that I think about it, I do."

□It's not uncommon for Cole to (at least try to) take you to places you used to hang out at after that, even if they happen to be hours away. 

■Usually it's a path in the woods over the actual location it leads to, or store where you could never choose what to get. 

□Most of them are devoid of people, and you quickly find yourself getting a sense of dé·jà vu as Cole stays silent and seemingly fixated on you, which leads to a lot of awkward moments and him tripping quite a bit.

■He remarks on quite a few things being your favorites, most of which are accurate to the modern day over when you actually a child...even if you...never told him anything like that.

□Time flies and you lose all hope in the case, everything leads to nothing, and despite how much effort you both put into it and how awful you feel, Cole seems more relaxed now. It's probably just the stress off his shoulders. Right?

■You start feeling a bit paranoid, no doubt intensified by the sheer amount of odd or dangerous occurrences your lovers are facing on a consistent basis.

□It's not specifically directed at Cole for the most part, but it certainly isn't helping that he's a little more than creepy, now that you think about it….

■You think it's time you stop excusing things for him, you've let all of this blow off for too long, and if he can explain himself, then that's better for the both of you.

□So, one day, you call him up and ask if he would like to come over to have a nice chat.

■Unsurprisingly, he does!

□Just when you're done getting ready and setting everything up, he's at the door, and you decide to just push it off for a bit. You'll bring it up anyways.

■It seemed to have been going well, you both get lost in conversation, and you decide that in the middle of some brief silence, you'd ask.

□It goes awfully.

■At first, you just ask why he seems to stare at you so much, but when he starts excusing it with the fact he missed you, and that he hasn't been able to get enough of you!

□You, understandably get rather worked  and uncomfortable when he says this, and you get a bit more serious all around, near damn ready to throw him out of your house.

■It was jarring to see him so outwardly calm throughout the entire thing, but that certainly didn't stop him from trying to convince you nothing was wrong. That friend should trust each other, that you should trust him. 

□You threatened to call the police on him, and only then did he leave.

■A few days pass relatively slowly, you're paranoid out of your mind and he took your house keys on his way out.

□The boys offer to stay with you until the locks are changed, and they're the only thing that makes you feel safe.

■And then, you find everything silent. 

□Everyone's out of the house, busy with their own lives, you're alone for the first time in days.

■While you're obsessively walking around the house, checking rooms and every corner, welding one of Scale's lesser used (but just as sharp) knives, you find yourself pushed to the ground.

□You're strangled by rope, very soon after.

■You wake up dazed, and intense pain from most parts of your body. Looking around, it's just a mattress on the floor and some prized possessions, new and old.

□Your neck and hand was wrapped securely in bandages, and it's opposite arm was...chained to the wall….

■After a moment you realize just how heavy the rest of your body feels.

□Hours pass and the cycle repeats on and off, finding the energy and willingness to fight or investigate, only to end up winded or your injuries to be prodded at.

■When Cole comes home, he's a wreck. He's shaking, and definitely on the verge of tears.

□He silently cups your face and while initially, you jump back, you two end up standing still in this position for a time. Staring into eachothers eyes. 

■"We are never going to be apart ever again. I'll make sure of that." 

□He rests his head on your shoulder and squeezes you in his arms tightly. It's silent, and the best you can muster up in any terms of fighting is worthless.

■This won't be your end, surely someone will come for you, you think. But for now...maybe it'd be fine to just rest.

□Cole tilts up your head and forcefully stuffs your mouths together. At least when he's flung back and turned fully human, it takes him a few moments to collect himself fully.

■He's been deprived, he says. Everything will be fine now, he thinks. And for now, it seems like the truth. You sink down into the mattress hopelessly and sigh. 

□This is your future. A life with your childhood friend. It seems sweet on paper, but you know you're within your right to dread all that follows.

[ghostlylildudes]

Mod Moon here! So, this post is a tad bit important regarding requests. For now, requests to me are closed. I have quite a few queued and I want some time to finish them up before receiving anymore requests. Hope you understand^^

[ghostlylildudes]

Y'know, I'm not too into Deltarune, but Yandere!Kris gives off intense "If I can't have you, then no one can." Vibes.

[kudamono94]

Hey OP what yandere Spamton content are you talking about I want to see-

When it comes to things I've seen on this site so far while doing a surface level search, aside from general discussion in the tags, @ghostlylildudes is the biggest contributor when it comes to said surface level content. However, you might have to go digging through other websites as well as tumblr if you'd like to see more of that kind of content tbh. For example, I've seen a few things pop up on wattpad and AO3 if you also use those sites, but it also depends on what you're interested in since the 'yandere genre' can be pretty broad in what is offered

However, chapter 2's only been out for about 2 weeks, so given enough time, I'm sure more content will pop up before you know it~ Either way, good luck! I hope you find what you're looking for~

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I feel so appreciated for being mentioned here 😭😭😭 Thank you for enjoying our content and recommending us to others, it's super sweet oml -A very grateful Mod Moon

[ghostlylildudes]

((@stickycollectorunknown requested this! Congrats on sparking up the first fic to be posted on this account :] -Horror))

TW: Kidnapping, drugging, yandere ofc, bone breaking

You had just woke up in your apartment, rubbing the sleep from your eyes with a yawn. You had been living here for a while, boring day to day life except for when Queen passed by. She was quite the inadequate ruler, to be honest, but at least she spiced up life. But she was not the thing on your mind, at the moment. All you could think of was the dread of having to open your mail box.

You step out of bed, shuffling on your slippers and walking outside to the mailbox. As per usual...completely flooded. All around your mailbox were countless spam letters, and it was packed to the brim with spam as well! You let out a frustrated groan, starting to pick up the daily amounts of spam mail. You notice an envelope buried in the dirt, wondering how long it'd been there.

You pick it up, realizing it had been delivered a whole week ago...and it was urgent. You open it up, only to see you've been evicted. Today. Dread fills you as you realize you have to get all your things out by the end of today. Just as you're about to walk inside, a short, whacky looking fellow walks up to you. He's about knee length to you.

You stare at the man, having had seen him around a few times but..you never realized how tiny he was until now. "YOU LOOK           D0WN IN TH3 [Dumps]" the man states, his intentions completely unbeknownst to you. He looks slightly nervous but with overpowering confidence. He gives weird vibes. You give him a confused look, stepping back.

"Uhm...Who are you..?" You ask the knee-tall man, wary of his intentions. "SPAMTON     G  SPAMTON," the man responds, giving you a big smile. His confidence is ever so slightly charming as he just walked on up to you and told you his whole ass name. "Uh, nice to meet you. What do you need-?" You ask, still suspicious of him but not scared at least. You could easily kick him away. You aren't in any danger.

"TO [[Cheer]] YOU UP 0F     COURSE! WHAT IS Y  OUR PROBLEM?" He asks, sweating. You simply state you're getting evicted, and you need to pack all your things today. The tiny man offers to assist, and you just go ahead and say he can. Not like he can rob you of anything, really. All you own is some personal belongings and like one paycheck worth of money.

You open up your door, Spamton heading on inside ahead of you. You gather up all the mail, realizing it's all from him. Oh. That's...not surprising at all. You walk inside, throwing it in the trash with a sigh. Spamton looks offended but says nothing, asking you where to start. You say both of you will work on packing up things in the livingroom first, as it's just the most convenient.

Time passes, and he seems harmless. Weird, but harmless. You get some drinks, as you're halfway through packing and it'd been pretty hard work so far. You pour some alcohol into two cups, taking a sip from your cup and leaving the livingroom to use the bathroom. Spamton decides right now is the perfect time to enact his plan.

Spamton walks over the counter, having quite the dilemma as he realizes he can't reach the counter. He pushes a stool over, hopping up. He pulls a pill out of his pocket, crushing it in his fist and dropping it in your drink so it dissolves quicker. He picked up his own drink, sitting on the stool as he watches you come out of the bathroom.

You feel something is off, but you push it aside for now. Spamton is weirdly quiet. Nonetheless, you take a big gulp of your drink and set it down. Within the next five minutes, you feel yourself start to lose consciousness as you're trying to pack up. Goddamnit, should've never trusted that weird salesman. You pass out.

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You wake up to the smell of trash. And the feeling of it under you, too. But everything is dark even when opening your eyes. You bang against the metal container to try and get the attention of someone outside, pushing against the top and finding no success in that. "Help!!! Help! I'm stuck!" You call out, yelping in fear when you hear a hearty punch against the dumpster in return.

You sit there silently, looking up as you hear the dumpster open. "What the fuck!?" You exclaim as you see Spamton. You immediately try to scramble away, only to be pushed back with surprising strength from the tiny male. You struggle against his grip, getting your mouth stuffed with a cloth so you didn't make noise. Your panic grows at the fact no one will be able to hear you, thrashing in his hold.

Spamton grows nervous, looking around the area. He tears up, confusing you before he punches your knees and breaks both of them. Tears roll down his cheeks, his expression seeming regretful.

He..had a LOT of strength for his size.

You scream in pain, your screams muffled by the cloth in your mouth as you stop the struggling. You figured it's only making things worse at this point. Spamton shushes you quietly, squeezing into the dumpster with you. "S ORRY..SORRY...S0 RRY...I [[H4d]] TO D0 1T" Spamton says, actually sounding remorseful after his outburst of anger.

You're so confused...so confused. But you would have ended up homeless anyway. And..well, it's not like you can get out. You don't reply, tears spilling from your eyes as you're practically hyperventilating. Spamton looks terribly worried, just laying on you and hugging you tight.

.....feels nice to get a hug, as horrible as the situation is. You don't wanna be here, though. This weird man you met today just broke both your knees! You're breaking down into sobs at this point, the pain overwhelming all your senses. Spamton doesn't look sure what to do at this point.

He gets out of the dumpster, shutting it. You hear a click outside, guessing it's probably a lock. You're trapped here. For a dumpster, it doesn't smell that bad honestly. So..You're at least thankful for that.

Spamton comes back twenty or so minutes later, opening up the can and crawling back in with you. The horrible pain had mildly calmed down at that point, but the jostling from Spamton coming in had reignited it. Tears began to flood down your cheeks again as spamton bandaged your legs and seemed to make a cast. You weren't sure where he got the materials for this, but, they seemed pretty legit, oddly enough. He quickly jabs a needle into you, and soon enough, the pain fades.

He huddles up beside you, wrapping his arms the most he can around your torso and nuzzling his head into your chest. You start to calm down abit, small hiccups and shaky breaths leaving you every once in a while. This was..certainly an eventful day.

[ghostlylildudes]

In honor of this reaching fifty notes, here's two very important screenshots from the whole writing scene.

[ghostlylildudes]

I have a love-hate relationship with writing dialogue for Spamton. I love it because I love Spamton and he's a fun character to write. But I hate it because I can't make it canon enough lmao. Like? If you look in canon, the way he speaks is like,,,,it has a point to it, that is obvious. But it also doesn't make much sense??? And I don't exactly know how to replicate that while also getting the point of my dialogue across. It is an interesting experience. Nonetheless, if people ask for Spamton I cannot refuse because I love Spamton too lolz -Mod Moon

[ghostlylildudes]

Variations On a Cloud is this specific shade of green, I have no idea why but whenever I listen to the song, it's just fucking green.

[ghostlylildudes]

Hello! Can i request hcs for spamton cuddling with a tall reader? I just really love the idea

I don't have many headcannons for Spamton, so this was a bit tricky to come up with. But! You ask, you shall receive. -Mod Moon

Cw: yandere

-Spamton would probably like cuddling up to your chest, considering he's so small and can't normally see that part of you.

-Spamton would also like playing with your hair and just looking at your face. Again, he's like a foot tall and having a tall reader would mean he probably can't see that often unless you're cuddling.

-I imagine yan!Spamton would be a lot more possessive over you than other yans, so he might wanna keep you tied up or push you back down if you try to get up when he isn't finished.

-Spamton would probably compliment you for unusual things. Like saying your sclera is really white and he likes that?? He'd definitely notice every little thing he likes about your face and point it out.

-He'd put his glasses on your face. That is all.

-He'd probably ask to cuddle often considering how short he is. And he'd wanna be able to see your pretty face, wouldn't he? He loves you afterall.

-He seems like the type to info-dump about the stock market. And you better pay attention its just rude if you don't.

-Despite being tiny, he faces no insecurity for his height. The only issue he has with it is that he needs to be held or cuddled to see you properly.

-Spamton has DEFINITELY hurt you while trying to keep you down when you tried going away from the cuddles. It'd be out of an outburst of anger but he'd cry after and apologize countless times. Seems manipulative, but it's all genuine. He has issues.

-Spamton tries his hardest to be normal even with his yandere urges. He oftentimes vents to you while cuddling about how much he hates that part of himself. But he'd get disinterested in the topic and go rambling about something else. Spamton can't keep a solid topic for long.

-Spamton can sit on your chest without hurting you because of how small he is. You always find it charming.

-Spamton encourages you to talk while you cuddle because he likes your voice.

[ghostlylildudes]

((@stickycollectorunknown requested this! Congrats on sparking up the first fic to be posted on this account :] -Horror))

TW: Kidnapping, drugging, yandere ofc, bone breaking

You had just woke up in your apartment, rubbing the sleep from your eyes with a yawn. You had been living here for a while, boring day to day life except for when Queen passed by. She was quite the inadequate ruler, to be honest, but at least she spiced up life. But she was not the thing on your mind, at the moment. All you could think of was the dread of having to open your mail box.

You step out of bed, shuffling on your slippers and walking outside to the mailbox. As per usual...completely flooded. All around your mailbox were countless spam letters, and it was packed to the brim with spam as well! You let out a frustrated groan, starting to pick up the daily amounts of spam mail. You notice an envelope buried in the dirt, wondering how long it'd been there.

You pick it up, realizing it had been delivered a whole week ago...and it was urgent. You open it up, only to see you've been evicted. Today. Dread fills you as you realize you have to get all your things out by the end of today. Just as you're about to walk inside, a short, whacky looking fellow walks up to you. He's about knee length to you.

You stare at the man, having had seen him around a few times but..you never realized how tiny he was until now. "YOU LOOK           D0WN IN TH3 [Dumps]" the man states, his intentions completely unbeknownst to you. He looks slightly nervous but with overpowering confidence. He gives weird vibes. You give him a confused look, stepping back.

"Uhm...Who are you..?" You ask the knee-tall man, wary of his intentions. "SPAMTON     G  SPAMTON," the man responds, giving you a big smile. His confidence is ever so slightly charming as he just walked on up to you and told you his whole ass name. "Uh, nice to meet you. What do you need-?" You ask, still suspicious of him but not scared at least. You could easily kick him away. You aren't in any danger.

"TO [[Cheer]] YOU UP 0F     COURSE! WHAT IS Y  OUR PROBLEM?" He asks, sweating. You simply state you're getting evicted, and you need to pack all your things today. The tiny man offers to assist, and you just go ahead and say he can. Not like he can rob you of anything, really. All you own is some personal belongings and like one paycheck worth of money.

You open up your door, Spamton heading on inside ahead of you. You gather up all the mail, realizing it's all from him. Oh. That's...not surprising at all. You walk inside, throwing it in the trash with a sigh. Spamton looks offended but says nothing, asking you where to start. You say both of you will work on packing up things in the livingroom first, as it's just the most convenient.

Time passes, and he seems harmless. Weird, but harmless. You get some drinks, as you're halfway through packing and it'd been pretty hard work so far. You pour some alcohol into two cups, taking a sip from your cup and leaving the livingroom to use the bathroom. Spamton decides right now is the perfect time to enact his plan.

Spamton walks over the counter, having quite the dilemma as he realizes he can't reach the counter. He pushes a stool over, hopping up. He pulls a pill out of his pocket, crushing it in his fist and dropping it in your drink so it dissolves quicker. He picked up his own drink, sitting on the stool as he watches you come out of the bathroom.

You feel something is off, but you push it aside for now. Spamton is weirdly quiet. Nonetheless, you take a big gulp of your drink and set it down. Within the next five minutes, you feel yourself start to lose consciousness as you're trying to pack up. Goddamnit, should've never trusted that weird salesman. You pass out.

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You wake up to the smell of trash. And the feeling of it under you, too. But everything is dark even when opening your eyes. You bang against the metal container to try and get the attention of someone outside, pushing against the top and finding no success in that. "Help!!! Help! I'm stuck!" You call out, yelping in fear when you hear a hearty punch against the dumpster in return.

You sit there silently, looking up as you hear the dumpster open. "What the fuck!?" You exclaim as you see Spamton. You immediately try to scramble away, only to be pushed back with surprising strength from the tiny male. You struggle against his grip, getting your mouth stuffed with a cloth so you didn't make noise. Your panic grows at the fact no one will be able to hear you, thrashing in his hold.

Spamton grows nervous, looking around the area. He tears up, confusing you before he punches your knees and breaks both of them. Tears roll down his cheeks, his expression seeming regretful.

He..had a LOT of strength for his size.

You scream in pain, your screams muffled by the cloth in your mouth as you stop the struggling. You figured it's only making things worse at this point. Spamton shushes you quietly, squeezing into the dumpster with you. "S ORRY..SORRY...S0 RRY...I [[H4d]] TO D0 1T" Spamton says, actually sounding remorseful after his outburst of anger.

You're so confused...so confused. But you would have ended up homeless anyway. And..well, it's not like you can get out. You don't reply, tears spilling from your eyes as you're practically hyperventilating. Spamton looks terribly worried, just laying on you and hugging you tight.

.....feels nice to get a hug, as horrible as the situation is. You don't wanna be here, though. This weird man you met today just broke both your knees! You're breaking down into sobs at this point, the pain overwhelming all your senses. Spamton doesn't look sure what to do at this point.

He gets out of the dumpster, shutting it. You hear a click outside, guessing it's probably a lock. You're trapped here. For a dumpster, it doesn't smell that bad honestly. So..You're at least thankful for that.

Spamton comes back twenty or so minutes later, opening up the can and crawling back in with you. The horrible pain had mildly calmed down at that point, but the jostling from Spamton coming in had reignited it. Tears began to flood down your cheeks again as spamton bandaged your legs and seemed to make a cast. You weren't sure where he got the materials for this, but, they seemed pretty legit, oddly enough. He quickly jabs a needle into you, and soon enough, the pain fades.

He huddles up beside you, wrapping his arms the most he can around your torso and nuzzling his head into your chest. You start to calm down abit, small hiccups and shaky breaths leaving you every once in a while. This was..certainly an eventful day.

[ghostlylildudes]

We're currently opened to requests, just thought this might help pull people in??? (Yandere only, currently.)

I (Calvin) write and can edit: Character x Character n Character x Reader for Blush Blush and Crush Crush, most any concept you can think of (Ex: Himbo), and my OC's...which I have yet to design most of. Whoops.

Ghost writes for Deltarune, Undertale (+AU's), and Stardew Valley, !t also does Character x Character and Character x Reader!

Just uh, check the rules first, and maybe limitations if you're feeling generous...

[ghostlylildudes]

Introduction To The Mods:

"Alone at the edge of a universe, humming a tune."

▪︎ Mod Calvin▪︎

Name(s): Cal, Calvin (Lynn).

Pronouns: He/Him, They/Them, Ze/Zer/Zem.

Age: 14

Stuff I Write for: Crush Crush/Blush Blush, Fortnite (BR), my OC's, TallyHallverse *characters*, most any concept you bring me. (I also edit images, maybe a bit badly but feel free to request regardless!)

Personal Limitations: I can get very very upset when writing or reading angst. When a yandere is sadistic towards their beloved or infanlizes them, I get the same way. I tend to be rather slow at requests but rest assured I will try to do as many as I can!

Personal Favorites: Total creeps, already established relationships, mild masochism, oh and fluff!

Other Interests: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure and Fortnite (STW)

Tags: Calvins DumpsterFire (Shitposting Variety Hour) TheFloodGates (Writing/Edits) Mod Calvin (Important)

I am Resident Calvin.

껍질-미리깐 메이커 / Pre-Cracked maker 엑스트라A twitter @extra_nocpno email [email protected] 전작 trash_maker와 8-bit maker의 테이스티가 합쳐진 느낌의 세 번째 픽크루입니다

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"I have a wonderful wife, I have a powerful job, she criticizes me for being egocentric!" 

☆Mod Moon☆ 

Name(s): Moon, Ghost 

Pronouns:  

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Age: 14 

Personal Limitations: No cannibalism (blood consumption is a-okay), no SA or anything similar 

Personal Favorites: Yandere turned fairly normal housewife, obsession without hurting the target 

Other Interests: I like undertale (plus AUs) n stardew valley haha 

Fandoms I write for: Undertale (AUs aswell), Delta Rune, Stardew Valley

Tags: First Quarter Moon (Shitposting Variety Hour), Waxing Gibbous Moon (Writing), Full Moon (Important)

Carrd created for The Moon System

껍질-미리깐 메이커 / Pre-Cracked maker 엑스트라A twitter @extra_nocpno email [email protected] 전작 trash_maker와 8-bit maker의 테이스티가 합쳐진 느낌의 세 번째 픽크루입니다