What i imagine would happen when spamton encounters an addison in the salt route au
i couldnt think of anything else other than the salt route au so uh
salt route by @beabigshot / y2_kazoo on twitter
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alright, im not a writer and this is the first time im trying my hand in angst(?) idk if i wrote their characters correctly so uh here u go
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A while ago, Spamton realized that they weren’t actually looking for his keys. His heart was still beating loudly, desperate to escape his chest.
They turned a corner and the familiar (too familiar) streets faced them.
Ah, so this is where Kris dragged him to.
Ah…
Something heavy settled at the bottom of Spamton’s heart. Does… this mean that he has to… his friends…
Kris continued to drag him to a store, closer and closer to…
For every inch that they get closer to his friend, little by little, Spamton tried to gain autonomy of his body. His finger twitches. His toes wiggle. He moves his foot in a circular motion. He bends his knees—there!
He dug his heel into the ground, the asphalt shredding layers of skin.
The sudden weight of the object they were dragging made Kris stop and turn their head. They let go of Spamton’s collar and stared at the salesman lying on the ground.
Spamton sits up and sucks in air like he was underwater for a long time. Eyes searched rapidly for the nearest Addison, he sprung to his feet, rushed to his old friend, and tried to warn them to ‘GO!’ ‘RUN AWAY! PLEASE RUN AWAY!’
The words never came out of his mouth. Instead, he stopped a few feet away from the blue Addison. His feet felt like they were frozen to the ground. A thought struck him.
Where were they? Every night, he spent shivering in a dumpster, sleeping on piles of garbage, scavenging for food to eat and items to try and sell. Where were they? Surely, they’ve heard about his eviction from the Queen’s mansion. Where were his friends when he needed them most?
His friends. Were they friends? He spent nights at the bar waiting for them. Shouldn’t they be happy for him? He was finally successful after being a failure for such a long time. Was it jealousy? Was jealousy the reason they abandoned him? Every night, after a day of hard work, they would spend time at the bar, talking about how successful their day was. After that, they would try to console the only one who couldn’t get a sale.
What happened?
Shouldn’t they be happy for him? Were they jealous? Were they even friends anymore? Where were they?
Where were they…?
They deserve what’s coming.
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“SPAMTON! H-hey! Long time no see, huh?” The blue Addison finally noticed Spamton.
Instead of replying, Spamton wrung his hands, trembling.
“The others and I didn’t have enough time to go see you!” Blue hurriedly explains, “You know how work is…”
He knows. God, he knows. But… the time where they were supposed to go to the bar? They weren’t going anymore, right? He checks every night, they seemed to stop going after they abandoned him. Shouldn’t they have enough time?
[STOP] trying to convince yourself! They’re not to blame! Stop making excuses to…! To…
You’re starting to sound like [Kris]!
Kris…
He had to do it, doesn’t he…? He had to make them proud…
Footsteps echo from the alleyway.
Spamton’s entire body felt like it’s been doused with ice water. He freezes, staring at the blue Addison, not allowing his head to move.
Blue quickly regained their composure at the sight of the newcomer, “Wanna introduce me to your friend?” They asked as they noticed how close Kris was to Spamton.
Kris grabs his shoulder, before closing their hand into a fist, crumpling, and gathering the cloth beneath.
Tears form as Spamton gathers all his courage to turn his head.
“Kris…?”
Spamton gave them a wobbly smile. Kris’ grip became tighter.
He had to… He HAD to…
At this point, Spamton’s tears were freely flowing.
With that strange voice that seem to come from every direction, “Proceed.”
“S p a m t o n . . .?”
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