#phone chatter

[foresakensalesman]

"oh.. I don't remember all too much from those days, heh. I remember having a.. companionship! It was wonderful and then....."

The last thing she wanted to do is make this about herself, her life isn't exactly the brightest, and she didn't want to bring the mood down despite the atmosphere already being slightly gloomy in the first place.

"..and then....."

She's very not sure where to take it from here. She can't remember much of the good things.

*He was a bit disappointed that she couldn’t remember anything. Maybe he actually could’ve distracted himself listening to her stories of others worlds if she’d actually remembered any.*

W3LL TH4T $ @ [[shame on you!]]

*He flinched at the adlib, mentally cursing his old benefactor*

[$#1€!] N0/- SOR4Y. I M3@ N(T TH4T- [[shame on you!]]- [[€^%*]]!1@!

*He pushed up his glasses with his hands, shoving his palms into his eyes. He started again, slowly this time, concentrating.*

TH4T;S. UN[[make your fortune!]]@T E.

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1 [#^€£!¥%!] [[HATE. LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I’VE COME TO-]] 1T W#3 N TH@T HAPEN$.

[foresakensalesman]

H—h-hello there? [Can anybody hear me???] uh, it’s me, Spamton! [[WAIT WAIT WAI T. ]] don’t panic yet! Uh, so theres this. Thing. Called the [[Spamton Extended Cinematic Universe]]. That is to say. The [multiverse]. So I’ve been real curious. About that. If [hope this message reaches you well], then you’re prolly a [spamton] too…!

Uh, so. Hey hey hey!!! Hey there! Just wonderin’ how [ your doing!], I guess ..? I’m tryna collect info on other Spamtons to see if [God hates us all]. Heh. Haeheh.

( @tvtimemailroom )

1;M NOT GOING TO [[Panic At The Disco]]. I H4VE [[job experience required]] W1TH [ring ring!] 0TH 3R W0RLDS.

1;V 3… [[talking partners]] WITH 0THER [[I/Me/Myself]]S. ON3 WAS [[try your luck!]]Y. THE R3ST OF US…

…

[[confirmed!]] [hated by God Himself].

I [[think! Think!]] I-M ME@NT T0O B3 [six feet under].

1N ST3D 1;M [[hearing loss? Inquire today]] WITH TH1S [[F*€1/&!]] [the phone..]

[foresakensalesman]

"good! I want to know all about you! Where do you come from? What's your story? I have all the time in the world!"

*He supposed that was fine. He’s probably leave out some… still painful details, maybe string a few lies to make him sound less pathetic than he was, but what was the harm in a few white lies? They wanted to hear a story, and they’d still get a story.*

HAEHAE! U [mite] BE THE 0NLY PERSON TO 4CTUALLY [[handle with care]] WHAT MY [Toy Story 4] IS! [Norman]LLY 1;D HAVE TO [[quality shovels]] IT DOWN TH3Y R THROATS!

*Most of it was just him ranting on about his big shot era, being promised things by a false god over the phone; a false god he seemed to both resent and fear by how he spoke about it.*

BUT I N3ED#D [[exposure]] O;F C0RSE!! TH4T(S WHEN I [[strike gold]] W1T-

*He abruptly cut off right before he got to talking about Tenna. Maybe it was best if he didn’t mention him. Of course, that was his cop out excuse for being too upset about what happened to talk about the forsaken CRT.*

4NY#OW, MY [[god, can you hear me?]] [[daring betrayal]]D M3. LEFT ME TO [[rot in hell a$$#013!!!]]. [[Clipped my wings]] AND [[tied on strings]].

TH4T [[little sponge]] KR1[Krispy Creme] H3LPED ME OUT OF IT. 0N1 Y TO [[#*€^!]] ME OVER IN THE [[our grand finale!]]!!1$$!?

THRU M3 OUT LIKE [[trash heap]]!#^!%

[[B@$T4RD5!!!]]!$-1!! ALL [[f#%c1!&]] TR4T ORS!&#!

*He was breathing heavily, the sound over laced with static until he finally began to calm down again.*

SO [know] 1;M HE3RE. 4T LEAST IT;$ NOT THE [[GOD DAMN GARBAGE CAN!!]].

[foresakensalesman]

Hmm. Hello? Oh, who is this?

Ohh. You must be the one...who faces the bad ending. I travels a lot of places but still, meeting situation like this makes me feel sad.

...

Too bad I can't help you.

[*For some reason, the last words through the phone sound like anon is right behind you. But there is no one.]

@wandering-anon

*He scoffed somewhat. He wasn’t sure how the stranger knew of his situation, but their voice sounded unmistakably of pity. They were far more fortunate than him, and they clearly knew it.*

TH4NK$ FOR THE [[pity party]].

*His tone was dripping in sarcasm. They thought they were better than him, didn’t they?*

*flinching at the last words, he looked behind him, but nothing was there. It felt as though his feathers should be puffing up, but he didn’t have those anymore. Not after the punishment for his insubordination all those years ago.*

I D0N;T KNE ED UR [[Help! Help me! It burns!]] AND I D0 NT N3ED Y0R #ALF [[@$$]]ED S!M P4THY.

[foresakensalesman]

"oh, no. I'm fine... I just- that's awful and I wish better for you, that's all.. haha.... I'm sorry."

She takes a deep breath and wipes her tears away. Now is not the time to cry!

*Now they were apologizing for crying? Ugh, he wanted to tear his remaining hair(-like feathers) out. Why did everything have to be so damn confusing all the time? Why did people have to be so hard to understand and interpret?!*

*He put his face in one of his hands for a moment, still holding the handpiece of the phone with his other hand. He could feel a headache coming on. The brief thought occurred to him that he wanted to go home, and he scoffed. He hadn’t had a real home for years. “Home” as a word took on a completely different meaning at times. Really, wanting to go home was just a desire to turn the outside world off and curl up in a perceived safe space. Unfortunately, that perceived safe space didn’t exist now that Tenna was gone.*

*Hell, maybe he could bring comfort to this creature just by being someone to talk to. After all, that was what he wanted, right? Maybe… if he just changed the subject?*

W3LL…

YOU S@1D U [[thinking of traveling?]]D TH3 [multiverse theory]? WH4T… W#4T KINDS OF THINGS DID U [c]??

[foresakensalesman]

The thing felt absolutely awful for him. Judging by the emotional tone of his voice and the sudden cutoff when talking about how he "struck gold" this was still painful and probably fairly recent. She felt bad for asking.

"im- I'm so very sorry, spamton. That sounds awful and painful to live through. I'm sorry you had to go through all of that."

She starts to feel a little too much and starts crying silently. She often feels far too much for people.

*Oh angel- he can barely hear it, but he made them start crying again. He’s awful at this.*

HEY H3 Y HEY!! WHAT!S THE [[waterworks]] FOR?$#!? I D1D/T EVEN PULL OUT THE [sob story] [punk tactics]]!#1!

1!M [fin]!€|! WOR4Y ABT UR [[sell!!!]]F!$”!

*It makes him nervous, yet again in a situation where he’s expected to provide comfort. Or at least that’s what anyone else should do. It’s what he should do, but he’s never really understood how.*

[foresakensalesman]

"oh goody! That's wonderful! Oh thank you, spamton! You don't understand how much i- this- how much this means to me! I- i- wish I could comprehend my emotions better...! Haha! Hahaha! I'm crying but I don't know why- haha!"

The creature, being the exact opposite of spamton immediately considers spamton a friend now. She will consider basically anyone a friend. Which, is part of the reason she's trapped in the nowhere. No matter, too late to turn back now!

*Well, at least they were happy.*

*He didn’t do well with emotions. He was horrible at comforting people most of all. So he wasn’t really sure what to do when the creature started crying.*

*He tried to think of what he would want someone else to do if he were crying, but the only thing that came to mind was wanting whoever it was to leave. He hated to be seen or heard crying.*

*He figured they probably weren’t like that though.*

1;L… [stay!] ON TH3 LINE THEN.

[foresakensalesman]

"oh, it's okay! Im okay! I'm just excited that you're here, talking to me. Would you want to be my friend? You don't have to, of course! I can't force you to do anything- I can't force anyone or anything to do anything because there's nothing to force but myself!! Haha...ha.."

She seems very excited at the idea of having a friend, even if she'll never escape her unfortunate situation to see them.

*A friend? Geez, when’s the last time he had a friend? Was Kris a friend? Well, clearly not; they had abandoned him in the damn snow the same way they’d abandoned Tenna…*

*Ralsei was… well- it was complicated. The prince was friendly, and he’d done a lot for Spamton, but something always felt off about him. Their conversations were tense and awkward, with Ralsei acting as if he didn’t know what to do with Spamton. It only made him feel bad about staying here rent free.*

*And Tenna…*

*It had been so long since he’d genuinely considered anyone a friend. Not to mention he hardly understood where the line was between acquaintance and friend.*

*It felt odd to even consider calling this stranger on the other end of the phone a friend. The last time he’d called someone he only knew over the phone a friend, he quickly grew to regret it. The idea of doing so again left him feeling as of there were a pit in his stomach.*

1;M NOT TOO SURE.

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BUT I GUESS IT C4N;T DO ANY [[hurt? Call 18#-###-####]]

*It absolutely could do him harm, but he didn’t want to scare to push them away, not when he rarely had the opportunity to talk with someone like this.*