#addisons x reader

Pink Addison

Pink is definitely interesting to have a relationship with; they're very flirty with their Lightner, even after they've been dating for quite some time, and never let the relationship get boring. A wink here, a blown kiss there, and some lingering touches are always on the menu with them, and they're bold with it too! They don't really mind being seen together and flirting in public, they're actually a bit of a showoff when it comes to the relationship between them and their Lightner, though not as much as Yellow; you'll read about that later!

They know they're attractive, but still love hearing that their partner thinks so; the more creative they get with their compliments, the better! They also don't mind - and actually quite like - being stared at while getting ready before work…while they fix their hair, adjust their uniform, occasionally do their makeup…they're pretty slow to do that, and take forever choosing an outfit if they're going on a date with their lover, too.

The kind of individual who loves gossip; they also genuinely think that talking shit about random people on the street is a form of bonding between them and their partner. Unfortunately for everyone, they are pretty funny with their remarks, and love getting a laugh out of their lover; in a way, similarly to how they're always looking for compliments, Pink is also always looking for validation; validation that they're attractive, funny, smart, you name it, so they might push it a little sometimes.

Will get mad over unsignificant things sometimes, and will most likely give their Lightner the cold shoulder if they're not the one to approach Pink with the intent to figure things out. They do feel bad, especially when it's their fault if an argument happens, but their annoyance takes a while to dissipate…it's definitely an issue sometimes, especially if the person they're dating isn't very patient.

Loves fancy dates: going to expensive restaurants or to a ball together, spa or general self care days, going to the best rated places for regular things such as movies or cafes, you name it. If their Lightner doesn't have enough Dark World currency because they'd rather focus on a Light World job, Pink won't mind paying for things; they actually really like taking care of them and making sure they're having a luxurious time.

Blue Addison

Blue is much more reserved, and unlike Pink they actually dislike anything that puts them personally too much in the spotlight, including little things that could bring some attention on them like PDA, in the context of a relationship - they are still kind to their partner though, and can go as far as indulging them if they want to do small things like holding hands in public, you'll never catch them kissing or hugging them though. They're more for acts of kindness and love that can easily go unnoticed by others.

Can be a little eloquent in the language they use when talking one-on-one, though most of the time they don't intend to be and actually find this fact about themselves a little humorous, so they'll laugh about it and explain what they meant again with no issue if needed. They hate when others assume they do this to sound smarter than them, and if their partner were to imply that they would get upset.

When they're working it's like they put on a different persona, and if their partner were to interact with them on the job they wouldn't get treated much differently than a normal customer. This doesn't happen because Blue doesn't think they deserve extra attention, but because once they become focused it's pretty hard for them to constantly switch between acting one way or the other.

Blue also likes doing fancy things for dates but prefers when they're more private; if they bring their Lightner to a restaurant for example, they're going to spend a very long time looking for the most fitting one, a place that's decently rated in terms of food and service while also offering privacy to clients that might be on a date. Through this little obsession of theirs, they've ended up finding many unique places to bring their lover to, so they know their way around Cyber City pretty well.

Might not be the most expressive and affectionate out there, but they do love gift giving and as far as long languages go it's their highest on the list.

Yellow Addison

Yellow is a very loud lover! Loves showing off their partner to those they're close to and strangers alike; whether it's with a hug, a kiss or a little act that communicates "they're mine" to somebody, since they get very protective and jealous…they really don't mind showing they're in a relationship in public, there would be posters about it everywhere if it were for them!

As aforementioned they can get a tad jealous; doesn't really like their partner hanging out with people they don't know too much at the beginning of the relationship, but if it's a common occurrence or there's a long, careful conversation about it at some point, it's going to get better. One good thing about Yellow though is that they don't really hold grudges at all, and once something has been solved, there's zero reason to bring it up again in their opinion.

Has quite a few hobbies that range from being physical activity related to things like playing the electric guitar, and they're super excited when their partner wants to join them as they engage with them! They're a super quality time oriented individual, they don't even really mind if their lover might get busy with other things in the meantime - they just like being there together!

Likes going on dates that are towards a simpler, fun style, like hanging out bars and going to concerts. They wouldn't despise something fancier, but they're not really the type to organize something like that every other day or week.

If their Lightner happens to like wearing alternative clothing, there's nothing else Yellow could possibly think to ask for, honestly! They wouldn't exactly call anything else boring or bad, but they do have their preferences, and would like to either see them in their clothes or lend each other a shirt from time to time.

Orange Addison

Orange is in for a sillier, softer kind of love; they really don't mind showing affection around others though they might get shy with it, and if they had to rank love languages from their preferred one to their least…well, it'd take them a long time, because they show love towards their partner in so many ways it's hard to pick a favorite even for them!

Perhaps they're a bit clingy sometimes, and they're definitely the one who struggles the most with the fact that their partner is a Lightner who needs to go back to the Light World sometimes. They're not very keen on voicing their issues and worries however, which might lead to them bottling up their feelings over time and sort of exploding at a minor inconvenience.

Orange Addison is a little clumsy, and they're never really sure what to pick for a date, so they usually just go for whatever their partner seems to like or something they've mentioned wanting to try! But they do have a little preference for things that aren't super flashy and out there, like small cafe dates, walks and hanging out somewhere private like their own house. They always find a way to make the simpler dates feel very romantic , don't worry!

They're going to get embarassed if you visit them while they're working, and might try to avoid you, though it's nothing personal and moreso a personal issue they have. They're not super popular to begin with, so their mistakes possibly not going unnoticed makes them more anxious than usual.

You were drawn in by the colors and the sound of people enjoying themselves beyond the windows and open entryway. A gentle bird was standing at the counter. They greeted you with a short bow and pushed their multicolored glasses back up their beak as they offered a soft smile.

“Welcome to the Color Cafe,” They hummed in a low tone that comforted you, “let us warm your day.” The cafe was warm and smelled like sweetened coffee. You moved further inside out of curiosity. The bird had a crisp suit on that you can see better now that they have stepped out from behind the counter to offer you a hand. You have not seen this place before and it must be a bit obvious you were unsure what to do.

“Allow me to assist you, young master. I am Swatch. I am happy to assist you.” Swatch introduced himself cordially as he brought you to a seat at the bar a few seats away from a couple other patrons. You sat at the bar and folded your hands. Other bird-like beings wandered in the background, taking meals to tables and cleaning things. They were all very muscular and dressed in crisp suits. One took Swatch’s place at the front counter so Swatch could join you in the dining area and make your first time visiting enjoyable.

“We have plenty of delicious treats to choose from. I recommend macaroons, personally. But we make everything to perfection.” He gave you a moment to think while he attended to the other customers. A table of colorful people sat behind you and a pair of cyan men sat on the far side of the bar. You were left to yourself for a moment to view a menu and decide what you might like. Though the lively conversation behind you made it hard to focus.

They were laughing together about deals and sales. They were enjoying themselves and their fun was somewhat contagious. It made you feel nice to be around them. Knowing that people are having a good time uplifts your spirits. You scanned over the menu finding it hard to choose what you wanted. It all sounded so good.

You hummed and quirked your head each way while deciding. It must have been noticeable as Swatch returned soon after and caught your attention.

“Why don’t we start with a drink, young master. We have many things to choose from. Butler Juice is our specialty if you’d like a taste.” Swatch offered.

“They have a great selection of teas too. Provided by yours truly~” A person from the table behind you chimed in, sounding very proud of themselves. You glanced over your shoulder at them curiously.

“If you’re looking for suggestions, absolutely the Own-Flavored Tea.” They agreed with each other and chattered again. Swatch softly sighed, but he made no other indication of his annoyance. You weren’t sure which you preferred. Tea is nice, but the Butler Juice was a curiosity you couldn’t pass up.

“We haven’t seen you around before. Are you new here?”

“I believe this is their first visit to the cafe. I never forget one of our lovely patrons.” You nodded in agreement with Swatch. There was a small moment of conversation between the colorful people before they opened their arms to you. A welcome to the new Lightener. You were surprised at first, blinking in disbelief at them.

“C’mon! We’ll take care of your tab tonight. Try whatever you want!”

“I’m Blue. This is Yellow, Pink, and Orange.” Blue said as he moved aside to give you room to sit with them. You took a seat with them, learning that they’re Addisons and they were all the owners of the stores in Cyber City. They had interesting things to say, but Swatch was still at the table waiting for your drink order.

“How about one of each, huh? A tea and a juice.” Yellow beamed.

“Please.” Pink added after him. Swatch took a note and gave you a nod before he left to get your drinks. You weren’t sure you wanted two drinks, but it was nice of the Addisons to treat you. It made you feel nice and welcome. Being a Lightener in the Dark World made you wonder if they would even want you around. But they were so nice.

The Addisons had many fun stories to tell about customers they had seen and time they had together. You listened to the stories intently. They had met so many interesting people and they seemed to be such good friends. You were glad to be included.

Swatch came back with your drinks and left them on the table for you. Before he could even ask what you might want to eat, the Addisons made their orders and offered to share all their different treats and meals with you. Swatch did hang back for a moment to make sure that’s what you wanted. You let him know that you were okay with it and he hurried off to get all of those for you.

“Try the tea! The flavor is based on you. That’s why it’s “Own-Flavored” hahah.” Pink was practically sparkling. The tea was pretty tasty. A light, floral taste with a hint of mint. You enjoyed it, but it wasn’t anything to write home about. The Butler Juice was really good, though. It was some indescribable mixture of juices you couldn’t quite pinpoint, but you could tell it was lovingly made. The care taken to make it was palpable. You downed the Butler Juice in no time. Pink was a little hurt. Orange comforted Pink by patting his shoulder. Blue and Yellow breathed short laughs. They decided to hop topics before Pink could sink too much in the rejection.

“Have you had a chance to explore the city yet?” Blue asked. You shook your head and sipped at the remaining tea. The group all clamored some comments on the city. They were fond of the place and couldn’t believe you hadn’t checked it out first.

“We can show you around on our way back to work, if you want.” Orange said. 

“Or you can ask Swatch,” Blue hummed, “I think he could use a moment away from the cafe.”

“Or a Swatchling might! No reason they couldn’t give you a quick tour.” Yellow added excitedly. They tried to flag one down but Orange grabbed his wrist and put his hand down, shaking his head.

“Queen might need Swatch while he’s out, he probably wouldn’t be keen on stepping away.” Pink muttered.

“Our Lady Grace is preoccupied today. I believe I am free if the young master would like a tour.” Swatch said as he placed all their food down on the table and curtly bowed, adjusting his glasses once more. You were a little nervous at the prospect. You didn’t really want to get in anyone’s way. They reassured you that you weren’t bothering any of them with Swatch making a professional statement about serving you, aiding with whatever you might need.

If the Addisons were going back to work anyway, walking with them made the most sense. If you want to see beyond the city proper and around the castle, you should go with Swatch. You needed some time to make a decision. Luckily, now that the food was here, you could focus on that for a little bit. Everything smelled very fresh. It looked like a treasure trove of glistening jewels. The butter in mid-melt on the bread, the jam in some of the pastries was thick and full of fruit chunks, the pasta was… ribbons? Your mouth was watering either way.

Swatch didn’t step away this time. He decided to engage in conversation with the Addisons, sticking around for your decision. You notice that the other two patrons had left and it was just your table in the cafe. Slow night, maybe?

Everyone dug into the food, taking macaroons and helpings of spaghetti onto their plates so everyone had a chance to eat a bit of everything. It was a wonder! You loved everything you tried! The butlers put their all into this and you could easily tell. You were making many noises of delight that made Swatch grin and the Addisons laugh. It was still so lively. Swatch was also enjoying himself, a fact the Addisons liked to note as if it were a new thing. You went along with it, glad that everyone was having fun.

“We better hurry or we’ll be late.” Orange said, packing their things into a satchel. The others were a little upset they had to leave, but they gathered their things and climbed out of the booth.

“It was nice meeting ya!” Yellow cheered.

“Did you decide if you wanted to come with us?” Blue asked. You climbed out of the booth. You hadn’t made up your mind yet. You told them you needed another moment, but you knew you didn’t have much time. The Addisons paid off their tab while you and Swatch headed to the door.

“No matter your choice, young master, you can always visit the cafe again. I can show you the castle now or when you return. There is no rush.” Swatch said, tidying the front counter. You thought about that and smiled. It helped you make your decision. The Addisons met you and Swatch at the door to Color Cafe and you told them your decision. You would go with them tonight and return to the cafe another time. This way you get to spend time with both of them. They find your decision amusing and agree, sweeping you out the door with their group. You give a hasty farewell to Swatch as you leave.

“I’ll be waiting for you with rose-tinted glasses.” He chuckled after you.

The Addisons led you out of the castle and towards the main street of Cyber City. There were a lot of people walking along the streets. All of them were interesting looking. A syringe faced person chased down an angular little imp that appeared to be floating rather than running away from them. A low and constant rush of cars rumbled in the distance. The traffic in the city never stopped.

“Here’s my store.” Yellow trotted ahead to his darkened storefront, the windows and sign lighting up as he took his place and waved to you and the Addisons, “this street is pretty out of the way, so you might not see me unless we hit the cafe again. Until then, see ya!” Yellow split off from the group and you waved at him as the group walked away. The street was definitely off an odd turn that would make it hard to find Yellow’s store. You hoped you wouldn’t forget he was here. 

“Ah, mine is up next. It isn’t the most interesting store, but I have a lot of time to visit.” Orange was the next one to split off, taking his spot at his advertisement stand selling advertisements. The sign overhead flared to life and he wore the most customer service smile you had seen. You could assume selling advertisements was more of an internal business. People outside the Addisons would probably not need them.

“Oh! Wait here! Don’t run off yet!” Pink ran off to the tea shop and started brewing new tea for the night. He offered you more samples of the tea, this time offering flavors of the Addisons so you could see what else the tea had to offer. They smelled vastly different compared to the somewhat mediocre tea your own flavor had. It made it easier to accept the samples which made Pink very happy. He gave you a very excited farewell.

Blue walked the rest of the way with you, ending the tour at his storefront. A set of little mannequins wearing dresses sat behind the glass doors behind Blue and he unlocked the doors before turning to you.

“I suppose our tour ends here. It’s a good place. People are nice here and Queen is pretty tolerable, all things considered. It was really nice meeting you.” Blue smiled, stepping into the store. The city was already beginning to twinkle and shine as it hit peak internet hours. You hadn’t realized how long you were in the cafe. You met so many nice people. You were excited to see what else the city might have to offer. It made you excited for your tour with Swatch. Perhaps you’d get back to the castle to get it started right away. 

..........

The next day you called all the Addisons to meet you at the cyber grill they frequented with the promise of new products for them to sell. But while that was true, you wanted to confront them first.

Now they couldn't blabber about their stores as a diversion.

They sat down at the usual large table towards the back of the restaurant, away from other patrons, and looked around with confused glances, wondering where these so-called "new products" were.

Soon you arrived, wearing a hood to conceal your identity in case they decided to scatter. Given all the customers they met daily, it was unlikely that they'd remember your face, but you didn't wanna take any chances.

You set down the boxes you brought on another table, before turning to the group. "Thank you for meeting me here, Addisons. Now before I tell you about these, I need to ask you all something. Just a quick survey."

Orange nodded. "Alrighty. Whatcha got for us, mysterious stranger?"

"We'll be happy to answer anything for you!" Blue chimed in.

"First question. Why are you all mad at Spamton?"

One by one, their faces fell as they wondered how you knew about their relation to him. But when you finally uncovered your hood, they were stunned.

"It's you!" Orange growled, slapping their hand on the table. "This was all a scam, right? Just to trick us into talking about our personal issues?! Should've just asked him yourself!"

"Orange, mind your temper," Yellow calmly told them, before glancing back at you. "We've been avoidant on the matter because sharing personal drama is not a good look on our businesses. But you seem persistent on knowing. May I ask why?"

"Well, we're dating." You answered, once more shocking the Addisons.

But this revelation made them livid.

First Spamton got filthy rich, then a place at the mansion, and now he had a partner??? How much more could that sleazy salesman possibly want?!!

"W-Well..good for you, I guess." Pink grumbled. "He probably told you we ditched him 'cause we didn't get our fair share. But I mean that's reasonable, isn't it? He left us behind, worshipping whoever's on that silly phone of his all day."

"Yeah," Blue nodded. "We're just..stuck selling the same things in the heart of the city while he's living the dream. That's why we're mad. So..do we get the products?"

"Not until you apologize to him."

"What?!" They collectively uttered, before they began speaking over each other.

"Why?!"

"He should be apologizing to us!"

"If he really felt bad he wouldn't have sent you."

"....maybe we should."

Everyone fell silent and looked to Blue in confusion. You sighed, glad to see one of them had common sense. "I mean, isn't it kinda childish to say "we don't wanna hang out with you anymore"? If he was a jerk I'd understand but..even now he's still the sweetest guy I've met. Did he ever brag about being richer than any of you?"

Yellow shook their head. "Come to think of it he never actually did. I guess we were all just..shocked that the unluckiest of us made his way to the top so quickly and was all hush-hush about his strategy. But...maybe we were wrong to assume he didn't need us."

The others didn't seem as irate as they did before. Instead they felt bad now that they realized they really didn't give Spamton a chance to explain himself.

Were they wrong for that?

It seems you've convinced them. So you sat down, taking your phone out to dial a familiar number. "I'm calling him now. When he gets here you're all gonna apologize. Then you'll get your products."

"Pssh, watch him not pick up the pho-" Orange began to sneer.

"Hey darling. Yeah I'm at the cyber grill. Mind coming over? I'm at the back.....yes I promise I'll buy you that special meal they got for $19.97. Okay! See you then, sweetie."

Looking at Orange, you smirked as you put the phone down. "You were saying?"

"He..didn't put you up to this?"

"Nope. I was able to figure it out on my own."

Your only worry was that you had no clue how Spamton was gonna react to seeing you with all of them..considering how jealous he got when you just took a free sample from Pink's store. But you had to settle this feud for good, because if not you...who will?

No more than ten minutes later, your boyfriend arrived and went to the back of the grill with an eager smile on his face-

Only to halt upon seeing the Addisons at the table.

"What the f...fifty percent off?!!! Is this a joke?!" He scowled, looking at you. "You said this was a dinner date! You said-!!"

"We wanna apologize to you, Spamton."

His eyes widened as he looked to Yellow. "Wh...What? Only now you all do?" He glared accusingly, before glancing around to see every other patron was minding their business.

Then he sighed and took the seat next to yours, still glaring at his ex-friends. Yet as the Addisons took turns explaining themselves and admitting their petty jealousy was stupid, his gaze softened up.

Obviously they were right to be upset when he wouldn't say anything about who helped him be so successful. You could understand, but even so Spamton huffed at their remarks on that.

"I meant it when I said I couldn't tell you my client's name. I..I didn't even know it. So how can you be mad at me for something I don't know?!!"

Feeling a hand on his arm, he looked at you, calming down slightly before he could get too heated. He then exhaled shakily. "I'm sorry, too..for keeping secrets and acting like I didn't need any of you. You all pushed me to be a big shot and..I-I lost sight of who really helped me get to this point. God, I'm sorry. I want a second chance..to prove I'm not this greedy jerk you all made me out to be."

Blue smiled and reached over to hug him. "We'll give you a second chance, bud! We Addisons gotta stick together regardless of our wealth status."

Soon the others joined the hug, all equally feeling guilty for abandoning him for weeks.

Though no one felt as guilty as Spamton, who bit back tears. He was always terrified of confronting them again, and now he had nothing to be afraid of. They forgave him.

Meanwhile you just sipped your drink, being the only one left out of the hug which was..a little awkward. But it didn't bother you at all.

--

In the distance, buildings separated further from each other, and the increased space brought in more amusement park equipment and even more fair participants.

The midnight blue brick walls held glowing doors to places unknown, as exhibited by various citizens walking to and fro through the frames. Alternating crunches of blue asphalt and gravel under your heels provided a sense of comfort, it being the only constant factor between this world and your own. Intoxicated by the smell of computerized hotdogs, lemonade, and burgers, you dizzily gazed at the advertisements plastered around the concession stands.

You had to find a safe way to leave the crowded area, but how would you sneak past this many people? At least a hundred or so fair-goers were there, not counting those operating the rides and stands.

People were starting to head your way, so you ducked into the shadows between two buildings. In the process of hiding, you heard quiet clinks and rattles below your waist. "Huh? What do I have on?"

Surprisingly, you weren't wearing your library uniform anymore. There was a blue, long-sleeved shirt instead of your green one and a gold-shouldered red vest over it. Your khaki pants were turned into thicker, darker material with lightweight chainmail over your hips, and golden-toed dress shoes replaced your worn tennis shoes.

Everything is as uncomfortable as my old clothes; I guess that's why I wasn't aware of the difference.

You ran your fingers over the chainmail, then took off your scarf to trace the intricate patterns on your shoulder armor, the swirling imprints forming wings on each pad.

This whole outfit probably costs more than ten times my salary. There were also minor tears on your fabrics though that couldn't be helped. You sighed as you spread your hands over the ruined areas. At least you're well-protected.

"Anyway--" you moved a hand to your chin and leaned your other arm against one of the brick walls-- "Everyone around here has relatively normal clothes. I think I'm the only one with flashy clothing." A few pink-flushed creatures hovered by wearing vibrant blue apparel, and many syringe-headed beasts chased the former in aggressive medical uniforms.

Nevermind.

In contrast to the obnoxious medics and floating creatures, the stand keepers wore black, long-sleeved shirts and green pants. Along with the simple attire, these polygonal, colorful people carried beaming smiles and infectious laughter, making you slightly relaxed even with your problems. Moreover, they didn't seem hostile in any capacity; their lively conversations fluttered in the electrified air with an amusing mixture of idle gossip and business negotiations.

In the hope that one of them could provide assistance, you walked out of the hidden spot and into the open area.

--

The pink Addison spun more sugar into beautiful, fluffy clouds to take to his friends after work. He gathered an extra stick to dip into the stainless steel spinner but then reconsidered at the last second. It's understandable: it's near the end of his workday, and he hasn't had any customers in the past ten minutes.

Disappointed, he mumbled to himself, "There's no point in making a new cone. Nobody's interested right now."

He was at the top of his game in the good old days. Every moment, every single second, it seemed that he and his friends would always sell a product, the successful pitches and sales gimmicks pleasingly echoing in his mind. A smirk briefly appeared at the reminders of the constant marketing success and his old camaraderie.

However, buried in the pile of recollections, not all of his colleagues were so fortunate. Such reminiscing always brought back memories of... him.

The former oh-so-big shot of Cyber City, the one companion he never expected to change drastically in the face of luxury. That era of success and wealth was the greatest period of anybody's life, but at the same time, it carried the most painful realities that the Addison and his friends would ever know. Be that as it may, he can't deny that his old friend was a devoted and sincere person--when he wasn't gloating about his new business ventures or future fame anyhow.

*You just watch!

*Someday,

*I'm gonna be a big shot!

*(He jumped off the table, pointing at the ceiling upon landing. Everyone drunkenly giggled in response.)

*I'm shooting for the heavens, and you all know it!

*Those Lightners just haven't seen my potential yet!!!

There's no point in remembering a lost cause, he assured himself, and besides, that bourgeois asshole's gone downhill; Queen even replaced that has-been with her own ads years ago, as unappealing as they are.

Ugh. He closed his eyes and sighed at the growing discontent in his chest. It's not a good habit to work with terrible thoughts.

...!

Stopped by a familiar warmth, his thoughts hit the back burner. The pink worker felt a tug of force in his person, albeit a weak one; he recognized that strength and determination shared amongst a population of his favorite type of customers.

Although he prepared to leave for his break, he re-tied his ponytail to its original sleekness and fixed his leftover hair fringes to the side of his face. Then, he instinctively poised himself in a teapot pose, one hand on his hip and the other in a lifted manner, his tired expression reverting to its initial animated state: a charming Addison smile.

Soon, he found the owner of such power, a disheveled Lightner.

--

You glanced at everything around you as you limped forward. Straight ahead, there was a three-lane highway bustling with traffic so you couldn't go far, but you were determined to get aid and info from somebody.

I should've asked Nubert for directions or something...

The blinking lights of the stands around you did nothing to help the pounding in your head. Finally, nearing the end of the path, you noticed unattended stands, and between two of those stands was a single, non-busy worker, their pink, angular body maintaining what you felt was an awkward pose. Although their face said otherwise, you hoped the time of holding that position wasn't exhausting.

When you turned to their station, the stand keeper swiveled their body in your direction and puffed their chest. You reasoned that they saw you approaching their area and, being the only operator at the end of the path, readied themself for interaction.

Impaired by the lack of food and sleep though, you swayed with each footfall and shortly bumped into someone walking in the opposite direction.

*ZZT!

Mechanical sizzles erupted behind you, and as you turned to apologize, you met a lanky creature with neon blue fur, grey clothing, and a sharp drill- Wait. Is that... their face? There was a spill stain on their chest and below their feet, a crushed energy drink, the shimmer of wrinkled aluminum informing you that you made a grave mistake.

*ZZT!

*ZZT!!!

*(You rapidly spit out apology after apology, explaining your exhaustion and hunger in as few words as possible. You step backward as they gradually near you.)

*ZZT!

*(You hold up your hands in an attempt to coax them from further aggression.)

*(It doesn't work. The creature stomps forward; their claws angle

together to create a mini spear.)

*(An orb of light grows from the tip of their spear-like hands, the charge threateningly close to your face.)

"Whoa there, dear patrons!!! Please refrain from destroying the area [And Each Other]!!!"

Directly behind you, the anxious booming voice of the worker struck through the air. Their shout mixed with the sounds of the world, with the echoes of traffic, laughter, and welcoming city music, and replaced the extreme tension with awkward apprehension.

As it settled, you felt a familiarity to their vocals, the sound holding a similar bubbly twinge like that of the voice in the dump. The perpetrator fizzed a few tones of irritation at the worker but eventually backed down from attacking you and walked away, their drill-masked face peering back at you as they headed into a blue doorway.

After overcoming your shock, you turned to acknowledge your savior. "Thank you, I-"

"Don't say another word, Lightner! There's no need for such trivialities--" the stand keeper chirped with a nonchalant hand wave-- "I'm always honoured to be of assistance!!!" They knelt and picked up the crumpled can, swiftly tossing it into a nearby recycling bin.

"And besides, you don't appear to be in the best of shape. What kind of person wouldn't help someone in need?" When the worker finally faced you, you saw a white name tag on the left side of their shirt.

*Hello! My name is

*PINK.

*My pronouns are

*HE/HIM.

You stared at the paper and murmured the printed words, which caused Pink to peer down at his tag. A slight magenta flush made its way across his angular face, and he peeled the sticker off with a soft, uncomfortable chuckle.

"Ah, I... forgot I still had that on. Well! That doesn't matter now! There's... no need to introduce myself, I suppose!!!" Pink crumpled the tag and tucked it in his pocket. Although you were confused at his sudden discomfort, it would probably be too rude to ask him about it, seeing as you were strangers.

"So!!! I'm aware that you need food and bedding, right?"

You nodded, looking away from his pitying gaze. "Honestly, I forgot that you were there in the heat of the moment. Sorry you had to see the dramatics."

"Nonsense!!! If anything, I'm glad I have a way to help you now!!!" He moved behind his station and picked up a high-tech, translucent device. It's just a smartphone, you realized.

Pink dialed a number, then pulled out a smooth-surface, wooden stool from under the stand's counter, motioning for you to rest. You noticed cotton candy equipment when he moved aside: a sugar spinner, some thin cones, and a few plastic-packaged bags with names on them. Nat... Loyal... Seo... I wonder who those are for.

He talked to you while the dial tones rang. "My friends and I hang out at this one bar-and-grill after work, and I gotta tell ya, Lightner: the food's amazing!!!"

Ring, ring.

No answer yet. "Would you like to tag along with us? My treat, of course!"

"I-I... am hungry, so I appreciate your offer. Yes, if your friends are okay with it, I want to go with you." You sat beside him and fiddled with your hands while you waited. Maybe it was hasty to travel with a stranger, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

--

"MY [[Name]]??? WHY, I'M SPA- [ACK]!!!" A line of Maice rolled by, frightening the puppet and causing him to drop his small stock of products and Pipis.

"HEy, HEY- WATCH THE [[So Cheap, You'll Die]] MERCH4NDISE, YOU [ByteSized] RODENTS!!! I'M IN A [[Hurry, hurry, t1me is running 0ut!]]"

He started to gather the items back into his arms but not before apologetically petting the Pipis. In the bundle of useless things lay a few worn bowties, a couple of filled bottles with his face on the covers, and some thorn-adorned rings. Those rings, he knew, would help his plan exponentially, provided that the Knight's idea wasn't a load of-

"[$IX$]!1! WHERE ARE MY [Commemorative Ring](s)??!"

His careless fingers screeched and scratched against the harsh asphalt; the gravel and dirt increased the stains on his pants. Soon, he felt painful pricks on both palms, indicating he found the scattered, dangerous jewelry. The salesman cautiously placed them with the other products on the ground, this time checking that nothing was missing.

"HAHAHAEHAEHAHAHAEHAE!!! THAT WAS

[[Close]]."

Before the Maice startled him, he was practicing his future introduction with the Lightner. He knew that they would go to his new site; they may have muttered it, but he's definitely sure that they said they would "stop by there"!

Right?

Rarely would the reality of his situation show itself so plainly to him. Once the guy who had the Cyber World in his palm, now the forgotten reject living in Cyber City's outskirts, eager for a single interaction that didn't end in him being beaten or cursed at. Try as he might to deny it, this constant facade of confidence drained him. When he's done with the Lightner, he thought, he'll be at the top again, and his pride won't be feigned anymore.

He fiercely smacked his head, remasked his ego, and gathered his things. "I' M THE [[Number 1 Rated Salesman1997]]!!! THAT [[Little Sponge]] KNOWS I AM [100% Geniune And Trustworthy]!!!"

After convincing himself that the Lightner wasn't misleading him, he sneaked into a glowing doorway, confirming that he didn't alert any Ambyu-Lance, and traveled to a different part of the city.

--

The doors couldn't transport Lightners, only those made of Cyber World's code and similar Darkner biology, which is why he was able to run through them, zipping from one entrance to the next. He ran by hundreds of Darkners and carefully treaded busy roads throughout his route, hopping through the chaotic traffic patterns with ease.

His legs would sometimes give out under the number of items he carried and his speed, but overall, he did his best to keep from being seen by the inner-city dwellers or from getting hit by cars. Every few doors, he would catch a glimpse of familiar faces, the angular grins of past traitors reigniting his resentment. He quickened his pace with each sight of those people.

He knew the way to his proposed location, having taken the path many times before. After a few more minutes of running, his pace slowed once he walked through the last doorway to his destination.

"[[Home, Sweet, Home]]," he halfheartedly mumbled to himself as he stopped walking.

In front of him stood a green dumpster covered in warnings and Do-Not-Occupy decals, the stickers contradicting his intended use for the container. He peered over the edge to ensure a soft landing for his items, and when he was convinced the inside was cushioned properly, he threw his products in.

Following the items, he climbed in with the Pipis in his grip and landed on the trash heap. Then, the exhausted puppet grabbed a pillow hidden behind a garbage bag and took off his black jacket, muttering to himself about lights and batteries and his "brand-new customer."

"I THINK... I [Think]..." His eyes drooped as he hugged the dirty pillow, tracing the clumsily-drawn smile on it. "I think I sh-should take a [[Rest On This Luxury Bedding]]," he muttered wearily, his actions and speech exposing his past self anew, "be-before the Lightner arrives...." Finally, he stretched, placed his jacket over himself, and situated the Pipis around his body before shutting his eyes for much-needed rest.

--

The fragmented vocals eased into sleepy stutters of the Darkner he used to be. Several years ago, he would've been sobbing into the mold-ridden pillow, pathetically gripping at the seams for faux comfort and affection, but now he would rather sleep than address his declining mental health.

Other Darkners wouldn't understand unless they saw for themselves his reason for escapism and even his waking foolhardiness.

Endlessly, he imagined the bright light, the light that nearly blinded him but also blessed his once-normal skin with light and love and everything a worthless Darkner could never encounter in the Dark Worlds. Of course, he was jealous of those damned Lightners, but at the same time, he recognized that same beauty and glow in their SOULs, the hearts that exist outside of their bodies, the entire culmination of their beings!

Why, why, why couldn't he have that?

A Darkner doesn't possess a SOUL, but what if they did? What if he, the best damned salesman in all of the Dark Worlds, could control a SOUL? He could leave the Cyber World, cross the Light World, and finally experience that constant love and warmth for the rest of his life.

This longing made him wish he had never met any of them. Mike. The Knight. Jevil. Maybe his life still would've gone downhill, but at least he wouldn't be cursed with the knowledge of a joy he could never savor. At least he wouldn't feel the burn of acid and darkness drowning him, torturing him-

"STOP," he stirred himself out of the dreams, "[Stop] the [Brain Train], YOU [Cheap] [[Waste Of Garage Space]]. I DON'T..." He glimpsed at a rotting poster on the midnight blue wall, reminding himself of what happened. "I-I'm not...

[[Ughh.]]" His body shuddered as he nestled into the pillow and Pipis in a miserable attempt to soothe himself from the increasing cold and disturbing thoughts.

--

"Brrr-!!!" Pink huddled one arm around his torso while waiting for his friend to pick up.

Ring, ring.

"Wow, wish I grabbed my coat before I left today, haha! It's getting kind of chilly!!! Are-are you [[Cold]], Lightner???" His voice shivered and glitched during the question.

You turned to him and tugged at your scarf, "Kind of, but not on the same level as you." An idea popped into your head. Your shirt-and-vest insulated enough body heat that the cold didn't bother you too much, and you were positive that you didn't need the scarf.

I could give him the scarf! Hopefully he doesn't have any aversion to microfiber.

Ring, ring. "Hey, Pink, I was wondering-"

Ring, ri- Click. "Hold that thought, Lightner!"

*(You hear a muffled hello from Pink's phone.)

*Nat-! Uh, I mean, Orange!

*(Pink starts pacing around the stand area.)

*Ahh, no, my shift is over!

*Yes, I do have a Lightner with me at the moment!!!

*While we're on the subject,

*About the grill hangout...

*(He continues walking back and forth, discussing your circumstances to his friend.)

You rested your chin in your palm while you waited for him to finish. Nat... Just like the name on the cotton candy.

--

Sitting with your elbow placed on your leg and your head in your hands isn't comfortable, yet you fell asleep anyway. Before your slumber, your eyes followed Pink's walking pattern, a metronome-like movement, and it soothed your brain into a drowsy trance. Then, unknown to you, your senses darkened into a dull haze, subtly shut off, and sent you into a disturbing, surreal place...

...To a familiar darkness filled with endless mourning and colourful regret, with a sea of garbage and glass shards littering the ground in a trail to a dead-end.

*(You embraced the grieving yellow figure sympathetically. After a short time, they released you and showed you a piece of shattered glass.)

*(It was part of a broken light bulb. The same brand you got for him... for his shop.)

*(You told the bundle of darkness that he hated LEDs, so you bought him incandescent bulbs. Sad chuckles filled the air.)

*(A blue shadow continued the yellow's dialogue after the weak merriment died down.)

*Night after night, when we all went to the same cyber grill,

*He'd shoot his mouth about making it big someday.

*"You just watch!"

*"Someday,

*I'm gonna be a big shot!"

*...it's nice to hear that, Y/N.

*I thought he would be too proud to accept gifts.

*(You added that he liked the color and warmth of incandescent bulbs.

*He told you that it reminded him of

*"The Big One."

*The Sun in the Light World.)

--

The pink Addison moved in optimistic strides around the area. Yet, even throughout his conversation, he was caught in a dilemma: tell the Lightner about Addison names now or address it when they meet the other pink Addisons.

Maybe, he hoped, those two would be too tired or too busy to attend! It would be a terrible coincidence if they came today of all days.

*Hmm.

*\\ What's up, Seo?

*Just thinking about Cro and Omni.

*I don't know how I'd explain that, you know?

*The whole sharing-a-singular-work-name thing. Not being the only "Pink."

He pulled out the crumpled tag from his pocket and groaned when he looked at the wrinkled name. Pink.

*\\ Oh [#!%*]- Seo, I forgot to tell you!!!

*\\ Everybody

*\\ Is Coming

*\\ To The Grill!

*\\ Lol Whoops.

Seo crushed the sticker and scowled at the phone.

*[[NAT]]-

*\\ I'm super duper sorry, buddy! I didn't know you were bringing a Lightner!

*\\ But guess what!

*\\ Cro and Omni won't join us until we reach the tea shop,

*\\ So you can tell the Lightner before then!!!

*I just... wish I knew this beforehand.

He stopped pacing to look at them.

*(Innocent Lightners are fast asleep.)

Seo shivered again and sat on the sidewalk near the Lightner, rubbing his arms for warmth. "Anyway, I've got your and Loyal's candy bags, so you two don't have to complain about food while we head to the grill! Like usual."

The wind blew harder. "Ughh- Oh, before I forget, do you have an extra coat from Tee? I di-didn't bring mine."

After a short pause, Nat answered, "Nope, sorry, I don't have an extra! Tee's waiting in the other district with the rest of the guys; fortunately, Serp's here so he can order a jacket if you need it."

Because of the recent decline in shoppers, it bothered Seo to ask for clothing from Tee or Serp, but he knew that those two, like any Addison, would bother him until he took whatever they offered.

However, Serp was the worst of his friend group; he would pester everyone daily about mending the holes in their clothes for free or paying for Gage's laundry services with his own money. That yellow menace would not rest if he found out Seo wouldn't take a gift from him.

On one hand, he needed the coat--at this temperature, he'd be frozen in a few hours. On the other hand, though, he'd be taking away from Tee and Serp's profits if he took the offer.

"Well-"

Someone interrupted in the call's background, "Does the Lightner need one, too???"

Overlooking the Lightner and declining a gift on their behalf would be rude, so he swallowed his pride and accepted the present.

"Get a jacket for both of us, please."

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(Author's note #2: Thank y'all so, so much for waiting for this chapter!!!! I still can't believe it took four weeks ughhh but it's my fault for the lack of scheduling and planning

If anyone notices misspellings or wrong grammar in Spamton's/any Addison's dialogue, please know that it is intentional! I try to implement a garbled, glitched element in their ad-speak, but I know that it may seem like an unnoticed writing mistake.

Also! I gave the Addisons names to keep from confusing myself and to hold a consistency with the number of Addisons we see in Deltarune. Another thing, I want to inform y’all that the tea Addison (Cro) uses it/its, and the divorce shoe Addison (Omni) uses they/them, so I would appreciate if they aren’t misgendered!

I don't know what it is about minor details that makes writing this so fun, but I'm excited that other people like it, too!!!

Anyway, thanks again to everyone who's read thus far, and hopefully I'll post the next one in two weeks!)

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