I saw the cute art you reblogged of Spamton getting bullied by you and your buds. Would you ever consider writing a drabble based off the pic where you, Zoni and Wander punish him for eating your snacks? Or would that be kinda weird for me to suggest?
Not weird, anon my pal! Acting as if this isn’t the type of thought that plagues my diseased, rotting brain at any given moment lmao. As a side note, I think I forgot how to write in third person lol oops.
(forgot to tag y’all @wanderingbateyes @the-zoni-enthusiast )
“Dude, that’s like the third time this week.”
“You know what happens when you eat Wander’s last hot pocket.”
“It’s almost like you want this to happen.”
Spamton could handle having one friend mad at him, placating them with his smooth-talking salesman ways, but having three friends mad at him was an entirely different ballgame.
“NOW, NOW, YOU SEE. I’M AN [Honest Man], I WOULDN’T TAKE A [Dear Customer]’s [All Sales Final] LAST [Favorite Snack] WITHOUT ASKING [Permission] FIRST.” He takes a couple steps back, attempting to create some distance between himself and the three rather intimidating looking figures in front of him. Unfortunately for him, he is all but trapped in the kitchen, an incriminating hot pocket wrapper still warm in his hand.
“You literally say that every time, none of us are buying it.” Catt crosses her arms and leans against the stove, smirking down at an increasingly nervous Spamton.
“You know what the price to pay is, don’t you?” Wander grins as they take a step towards the unfortunate interrogatee. Spamton tries to turn and flee, but Wander is quick to scoop him up in their arms. “You signed the roommate agreement.”
“YOU PUT THIS IN THE [Legal Contract] AGREEMENT?” Spamton tries to wriggle out of Wander’s arms.
“Oh, did you not read the fine print of the terms and conditions?” Amber approaches him, wiggling her fingers menacingly. “Too bad, so sad.” She digs her fingers into his stomach and he howls with laughter.
“NO, WAIT!” He giggles as she walks her fingers up and down his sides. “CATT, HELP!”
“Oh?” Catt’s smirk widens as she approaches the sorry salesman. “You want me to help?”
“YES.” Spamton chokes out between giggles.
“If you say so.” Catt scratches lightly under his chin, causing him to fall apart completely under the combined assault. “Don’t know why you’d want this, but I’m not complaining.”
“NOT WHAT I MEANT!”
“Then maybe this time you’ll learn your lesson.” Wander teases with a laugh.
