#spamtonhater1997

[toastypeppermint]

waiter, waiter! one million mikes please!!

plus @\\spamtonhater1997 related stuff because i love love love the blog so awesome

[turqonuri]

Let me live in your stead.

[vampervert]

so. haha. what’s up with that guy

[dottoy]

guys he recovered from being full of hate... now hes kind in his soul good job

[spamtonhater1997hater]

A haiku for spamtonhater1997

you are a loser

You never gamble with us

Spamton is better

[spamtonhater1997]

(short minific below. Pluey POV.)

"So... youse not Battat."

"..No. I'm not."

You shift in your seat, shoulders tensing. The thing inhabiting Battat's body stares at the two of you blankly, its expression unreadable. You feel Jongler move, their hand resting atop yours– but you still don't take your eyes off of Battat, just in case.

An eerie, unpleasant silence fills the room as the three of you just... sit there, for a moment. You wish you could muster up the courage to do something– to scream at it, to attack, to just rip it out of his body yourself, to tell him it can't hurt him anymore, but... you know full well that's impossible.

"...Well. We figured." Jongler finally speaks up. Their voice is calm, but the undertone of shakiness betrays their fear. "Youse weren't very good at hiding it."

Finally, finally, the thing moves its eyes off you, looking away, almost looking bashful.

"...I know, I... you may be able to tell it's my first time being a person."

Yeah, with how you've been treating us it's pretty clear, you want to snarkily remark, but stop yourself. Even if it's been nice up to now, you don't know what it's capable of. Instead, you choose to say something that'll actually get you more information.

"🎶?" When is he coming back?

"...I don't know. This is the longest he's been out so far."

Right. Of course the weird, omnipotent demon suddenly doesn't know why he's gone. As if you'd believe that.

Before you have a chance to say anything, Jongler's hand tightens around yours.

...Ah.

You only now realize just how tense you are. You breathe in and out.

"...Do youse gots a name? Or should we come up with one?"

"I'm made to be a friend. So... I guess that's the closest thing I have to a name."

"...Friend it is, then."

[deimostes]

so many selves inside me, my self-assurance hiding i stumble through me blindly as blind can be

(@spamtonhater1997 fanart)

[typhects]

they could never make me hate daffodil

(fanart for @spamtonhater1997 based off of recent posts)