#puppet postal service

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(*from outside of his café, Swatch can hear riot, people screaming and Explosions).

(*suddenly, Devoilz, along with three armed anon demons, breaks to the café).

>ALRIGHT EVERYONE, GET YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR AND DON'T DO ANYTHING FUNNY, OR ELSE, YOU MIGHT ENJOY A BULLET DEEP YOUR HEAD.

<you heard the boss, get your fat asses off the chair and line up here.

(*Devoilz notice Swatch).

>AND YOU, BIRDFACE, WHAT DO YOU THINK THAT YOU'RE DOING, GO LINE UP.

*Swatch's feathers puff up as they come around the counter, looking rather imposing and defensive as they stand up to Devoilz*

🎨What is the meaning of this! Who are you people!?

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(time skip to the checkup day or no?)

*Chicago is getting ready for the day. Despite Spamton's insistence that he's fine, Chicago doesn't buy it. Even more so when the puppet salesman reacts to the slightest knock of his jaw at breakfast by curling in on himself in pain*

L1L CITY I'M TELL IN U IM [A-okay]! JUST A [[little]] S0RE NOW!

Yeah likely because of the ice pack helping numb the pain. Look, whether you like it or not we're taking you to the clinic.

TH0SE [ProMedical] H4CKS [[Hate, let me tell you how much I ]] ME! TO THOSE [[Wee-woo wee-woo]]S D0N "T KNOW WHAT 2 DO W/ A [Handsome devil] LIKE ME! I'M A [Medical anomaly] THAT [[Doctors can't explain it!]]!

I'm aware. Your code is so glitched it confuses the Ambyu-lances. But I seriously believe we need to get this check out! If they start giving you trouble I'll give them more, got it?

*Spamton grumbles a bit. Its jaw still feels sore and in pain*

... F1NE. [A deals a deal]

Great! Let's go.

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(*in front of you, a small cat runs to you)

*Hello, I'm Faircare

*Does anyone know where Chicago is?

*Chicago seems to have just arrived in Castle Town for the day.*

Gyeh heh! Oh um, yes. Hi.

I'm Chicago. Chicago G. Blook! *He extends his hand for a handshake* What can I do for ya?

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*another "anon" chimes in as well to answer the question. May look familiar if you've seen someone teasing Tenna before*

Oh heh, I think since...at least since yesterday? I believe I heard this kettle near when I was talking to Tens, and then the letter darkeners. It's been cool, really.

Btw, how's your day? Everything's peachy?

Wait letter Darkners?

*Spamton frantically tries to cut you off an distract Chicago*

HAHEHAHA WHAT!? [Love_Letter.exe] DARK /NERSM? I MEAN [[lovepoems.com]]- I M3 AN-!

He means the fan letters he's been writing to Tenna.

*Mettaton walks up to the two puppets, glittery pink and purple holographic cape trailing behind him*

Which I may have inadvertently brought here from the Light World and turned into Darkners.

Dadaton? What are you doing here?

*Chicago looks a bit stunned to see Mettaton here in the Dark World*

Trying to help this idiot with his love life.

*Mettaton points to Spamton. Spamton folds his arms and scowls at MTT*

I NEVR [Ask our satisfied customers] F0R THA T [[B T Dubs]]

You didn't need to. Consider it a charity case.

*Mettaton says with a smug smirk. Spamton starts fuming*

[Charity] CA SE!?!

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Oh, hello, S p a m t o n.

No important choice, really.

*He glares at you*

U H HUH... [Sure fire way].

Um, so Spamton. How's the love letter thing with Tenna going?

[Número Uno] THEY'RE NOT [[loveletter.exe]] It S [50% Off Fans] MAIL.

[Second ] LY, IT'S NUNA [[Organic Beeswax]] KID!

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Complicated. Right.

A little choice for you, Chicago.

Spamton or Tenna. Choose.

N o w.

Don't- don't make me make that kinda choice!!!

WHA T KINDA [Choose it or loose it!] KID?

Gyeh!!!

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Because <it> is mine. And also <experimental>, so who knows what it could do when it ages. It could <explode> while in your pocket. So, <give>.

*She reaches out and grabs at the syringe.*

Wha- hey!

*He snatches it back*

I'm not giving this back until you promise not use it for evil. Or at all! I saw what this stuff did to Gizmo!

You... you!! Gyeh! Who even are you, huh!? I get... weird vibes from you, but I dunno who you are other than you tried to manipulate Tenna during a very vulnerable moment for him.

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(*from afar, you could hear... a familiar voice, speaking through a megaphone speaker).

>ahem.mp4.

>YEAH IT'S ME, THE DEVIL GUY.

>JUST WANTED TO ASK THE WHITE KNIGHT A QUESTION.

>skeletonboy.jpg.

>BUT FIRST, LET ME ALSO APOLOGISE ON THE BEHALF OF MY DUMB FRIENDS' BEGGING FOR YOU TO HELP ME.

>whatabunchofwhiners.jpeg.

>WHAT MAKES YOU THINK THAT YOU DOING THE RIGHT THING? WHAT PROVE YOU AND THAT GODDAMN FROG MUPPET FRIEND OF YOURS HAVE TO KEEP DOING ALL THIS?

*Chicago is currently at a movie marathon slumber party where drama is starting after the mention of possibly inviting Tenna*

G-gyeh? (White Knight? That's a new one. I know Kris is sometimes called the Blue Knight but...)

I um... I don't know. I probably have no place but, I just want to help...

*He looks at his friends. Spamton and Bitsy are bickering at Naomi as Britni, Wilbur, and CK sit around either watching or setting stiff up for the marathon with their respective "secret boss buddies"*

And I mean... it's been working so far? Slowly sure but still WORKING. Spamton and the other bosses from Kris's journey seem to be doing a lot better from when we first met them...

... If you don't want my help, I understand.

Just know I'm willing to offer it if you ever choose to accept.