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Flowery/Glass Darkner reader
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When you first awakened as a Darkner, you didn’t carry a blade or a gun. You were born with a shield. Your soul originated from something quiet and almost invisible. the glass case that kept Flowery safe. The clear walls that separated delicate petals from careless hands became polished crystal armor in the dark world. Stained glass wrapped around your body like living plates of metal, every surface catching the light in brilliant colors.
Meeting Flowery had felt l. By then, strange worlds and even stranger people had become almost ordinary parts of life. Every new adventure introduced another colorful individual with their own peculiar quirks. Yet, Flowery managed to catch you completely off guard. His voice carried tiny, echoing flourishes that accompanied every sentence he spoke. The little sounds distracted you enough that you nearly flubbed your own introduction, forcing yourself to bite your lip to keep from gaping too broadly. He took your hand so naturally that your thoughts completely derailed. You found yourself staring at your joined hands for far longer than was reasonable while he continued talking with effortless enthusiasm. Before you could gather yourself enough to decide whether these unfamiliar feelings should concern you, he gave your hand one last affectionate squeeze before announcing he had other matters to attend to, and then he disappeared almost immediately.
You remained rooted exactly where you stood, your cheeks burning and your hand still feeling warm. One thought refused to leave your mind. You wanted to see him again. You wanted to hold him as you did every day in the life before. You wanted him to hold you. That was your dream.
You were simply the Glass Knight. Back in the Light World, your entire existence revolved around protecting Flowery. Nothing about becoming a Darkner changed that. If anything, it only strengthened the instinct until it felt stitched directly into your soul. Unfortunately, Flowery rarely made your job easy. He had an irritating habit of wandering off whenever Asgore appeared. You would turn around for just a moment, only to realize your ward had vanished again, forcing you to sprint across the Flower Kingdom while asking others if they had seen him fluttering about. Nearly every search ended the same way with Flowery happily chatting beside Asgore while you stood several feet away, trying to catch your breath. He always looked faintly surprised that you had followed him again, while you silently straightened your stance and resumed hovering over him as though nothing unusual had happened.
The others thought your unwavering loyalty was admirable. Nobody realized your feelings had long since drifted beyond duty. Whenever Flowery was nearby, you managed to maintain your composure. You stood tall over him, kept an eye out for any inconvenience, and watched his every move with complete professionalism. However, the instant he left, your facade shattered. One innocent question from Ralsei asking whether you liked spending time with Flowery was enough to leave your face glowing brighter than a heat lamp! Your hands became hopelessly fidgety as you insisted your admiration was purely professional, only to immediately contradict yourself by absentmindedly listing every tiny habit of his that you adored. the way he laughed, the way flowers literally bloomed around him and how he constantly bounced from one idea to another without slowing down. By the time you realized how much you had confessed, everyone around you wore knowing smiles. You promptly took off, realizing you had left him unprotected again!
As your relationship deepened, affection developed its own quiet rhythm. You hovered close to him almost constantly, always within reach if he needed anything, but you rarely touched him without reason. Old habits stubbornly lingered within you. Your instincts preferred watching over him rather than touching him. Flowery noticed this. At first, he wondered if he had somehow done something wrong, but the realization that your hesitation had nothing to do with him brought him visible relief.
You loved him enough to keep trying. One afternoon, you suddenly scooped him into your arms without warning. Flowery froze, his eyes widening. For a wonderfully awkward moment, he looked completely bewildered. Then laughter bubbled out of him as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, settling comfortably against you as if he had always belonged there. From that moment on, carrying him became a common occurrence. Sometimes he would dramatically lift both arms toward you after feigning exhaustion, silently requesting transportation like royalty expecting their carriage. Other times, he would simply lean into your space until you gave him exactly what he wanted. You never refused. Holding him felt natural. He often rested his head against your shoulder while absentmindedly tracing little circles against your armor, perfectly content to let you carry him wherever you wished, as if nothing in the world could bother him while he remained in your embrace. You treasured every second.
Then, everything changed. You stood beside him as the real human reached toward the fountain. Your fingers intertwined, and your head rested on top of his while both of you silently watched as the familiar magic began to close the fountain. It saddened you to think that within minutes, he would once again become an ordinary flower in the Light World, and you would become nothing more than the glass case surrounding him. But you accepted it because, for a while, Flowery had experienced his dreamland, and you were satisfied with that.
Suddenly, the Roaring Knight appeared, and everything unraveled in seconds. Asgore vanished before anyone fully understood what had happened. Flowery reacted instantly without hesitation, without fear, chasing the Roaring Knight. You watched in horrified disbelief as he somehow stood his ground, refusing to retreat. He smiled with the same reckless determination that had both terrified and enchanted you as you struggled to catch up to him, as usual.
Then the sword moved. Your body reacted before your thoughts did. What were you if not his shield? Crystal flashed between steel and flower. The blade struck you instead. Agony exploded across your body as glittering shards scattered through the air like broken stars. Your frame splintered apart where your chest had once been whole. You vaguely heard one of the children scream. Ralsei rushed toward you, desperate magic already gathering around his hands. The Knight fled, taking Asgore with him. Flowery caught you before you hit the ground. He carefully lowered you to stable ground and then knelt beside you, supporting your body with astonishing gentleness despite the panic flooding his expression. His hand found yours, and you squeezed it weakly. Ralsei's healing washed over your body again and again, yet the damage refused to mend completely. Glass is so fragile and so hard to mend.
Flowery leaned forward until his forehead rested against yours, carefully brushing loose shards from your face with reverence. His shoulders trembled as you smiled up at him. You rested your head against his shoulder while his thumb continued to trace slow circles across your palm, unwilling to let go even for an instant. Kris, Susie, and Ralsei eventually returned. Ralsei quietly explained what needed to happen. The fountain had to be sealed. You barely listened. You were too busy memorizing the feeling of Flowery's hands, the warmth surrounding you, and the gentle way he continued to stroke you as if convincing himself you still held strong.
When the fountain finally closed, you felt your body falling apart. Crystal became transparent once more. Armor transformed back into glass, and your limbs stilled into familiar rigidness. When the light returned, only a cracked glass case remained and inside rested a single flower, its petals brushing gently against the fractured glass.
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CW- size difference, hurt/comfort, possessive tenna, vomiting, kissing (big tongue), pre established relationship
You're currently giggling and smiling as the makeup artist touches up your face. Tenna had been very specific about 'not covering up your adorable features' so it's very light. You look in the mirror, they had only really done some mascara and light concealer "I feel so pretty" you say with a wide smile, leaning closer to the mirror. You stare deep into your own eyes through the surface.
You turn back to the makeup artist and they point you in the direction of the costume department, ofcourse you already knew where it was but being lead there made you feel like a real star. You're whizzed into a busy, crowded dressing room and an outfit practically thrown into your arms. You're ushered into a small changing room.
You lock the door behind you and examine the clothes you'd been given, it was nothing crazy. The show on tonight was just your typical run of the mill gameshow. You'd have to complete videogame mini games in order to win points. You begin to change into your chosen clothes.
Your eyes finally look at yourself in the mirror, a dark blue blouse made up of some incredibly soft material and a pair of boot cut dark grey trousers. Your hair was done perfectly, your bangs gently clipped back and your layers curled delicately at the ends.
Your tummy buzzes with nerves. This was the first time that Tenna had actually let you 'perform' he was always cautious that the crowd would react, well...too nicely to you? He just didn't want anyone making you uncomfortable and made it very clear that the moment anyone so much as catcalled, he was gonna drag you off the stage. He can get really possesive sometimes but you find it cute.
You take a deep breath and step out of the changing room, you make a b-line to the green room, hoping to find Tenna or some other workers that you knew. You just needed to talk to someone, it hopefully should help calm your pre show nerves a little.
In your haze you end up bumping into what seems like a wall, you very quickly realise that its just Tenna. Two massive hands wrap around your waist and he pulls you up into the air so as that youre eye level with his screen. It still gives you a bit of a fright everytime he does this, you dont really like heights and with tenna being a little less than 10 feet tall it really freaks you out sometimes.
"Awh!! My star you look gorgeous!!" He says, turning you from side to side and examining your new look, he pulls you even closer to him and you can see the slight glitches in his screen, hes flustered.
You smile and admit softly "I feel really pretty. im so grateful you let me do this Tenna...being on TV has always been my dream, even if its just a gameshow" you say with a shy laugh, feeling a little bashful about admitting that out loud.
"And you were destined for the stage, my beauty. I just hope my audience can contain themselves, I know i certainly find it hard holding back when I see you" he says, accompanied with a tight squeeze around your plush waist
You giggle, blushing "Tenna, I don't think anyone else finds me as attractive as you do. I'll be fine, I hope"
"Youre far to conservative in your abilities, my dear. Remember that one time i had to stop the show because I saw you in the audience and I overheated?" He says, a teasing tone in his voice as he begins to pepper kisses along your neck, just dipping under the collar of your blouse.
You whine and blush, squirming against his huge hands and pushing at his shoulders "not fair- you cant just tease me when I only have a couple of minutes until I have to go on stage" you pout and he finally pulls back "plus, you have to not distract me. I know you're hosting the gameshow, but you cant favor me over the other contestants, I want it to be fair" you say with a heroic grin, as if Tenna would ever listen to that...
"Yeah no, not happening" he says and begins to carry you further backstage "im letting my pretty little lightner win and there's nothing anyone else can do about me rigging it"
You let him carry you into the backstage area before you hop out of his arms and begin psyching yourself up for this, tenna joins some of the production to talk over the logistics. Its starting to dawn on you that youre about to step through those curtains and face atleast 10,000 audience members and then possible millions more at home...watching you "T-Tenna..?" Your legs are starting to shake and you feel sick.
He quickly pulls himself away from the production team and picks you up, cradling you to his chest "you're so pale...are you sure you can do this?" He mumbles, concern clear in his features as he cups your face. Hes seen stage fright many times in his career and he usually just kicks them through the curtain anyway, but not you, he had to be 100% certain that you'd be okay to go through with this.
You feel like you're gonna throw up, you're sweating really bad now and you feel so dizzy "Mmf- Tenna im gonna-" just before you can throw up on him, he grabs a nearby trash can and puts it under your chin. He doesnt cringe away as you puke, just holding you and rubbing your back.
He sighs "thats it...Just let it out, youre gonna be okay..you're gonna be fine, baby" he begins carrying you away from the stage, ordering producers to either cancel the show or find someone else to host because hes gonna be busy. Everyone is running around you in panic. Tenna's just cradling you to his chest
Tears well up in your eyes, you can feel your dreams practically falling apart right infront of you. The further you get from that stage, the further he carries you away, the more your heart shatters in your chest. You'd waited years for this, begging and pleading, asking around dingy bars and sleazy producers just to be shut down everytime. And now, when you had a real chance, a real opportunity to make it. You failed.
You sob in tenna's arms, mumbling and crying about how youve 'failed' or that youre 'so dumb for screwing this up' you keep degrading yourself and crying your eyes out until you eventually pass out from all the exertion, you still have no idea where Tenna is planning on taking you.
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You wake up in an unfamiliar room. Your bleary eyes look around, trying to figure out where you could possibly be. You're laying in a massive plush bed and it smells faintly of cinnamon and vanilla, all along the walls there's framed awards and trophy's sitting on shelves. You roll over and find a massive collection of pictures. You sit up and squint your eyes, someone must've taken your contacts out before putting you to bed.
Finally focusing in on the pictures you see that its all various images of either: you or you and tenna. You sigh, this must be Tenna's apartment. Tenna always liked to take pictures of you, saying that you looked too pretty for the moment to not be eternalised, you always blushed and shyly agreed.
You'd never actually been over before, he usually liked to stay with you at your place instead. He said that he enjoyed the smell. You glance around, still bleary eyed from the lack of contacts or glasses.
You quietly pad towards the door, opening it gently and revealing a warm lit corridor. You creep down it, trying to find your handsome TV boyfriend "hello..?" You call out into various rooms. Suddenly, youre being pulled flush against someones chest. You sigh contently "hey Tenna...do you have my glasses?" You ask, tilting your head back to look up at his hulking frame.
Hes not dressed in his usual suit and tie, having changed into something much more comfortable. He was clearly just about to join you in bed. Hes wearing a wife beater and some boxers. You turn around to face him and he slips your glasses onto your face "..you really are just so precious" he says before a big love heart appears on his screen. You giggle bashfully and hide your face in his chest
"...I like when your body is visible" you mumble, tracing over the hard metals and wires that make up his form. "Was it a personal choice to make your machine so buff?" you ask, completely innocently, seeing nothing wrong with the question yourself, but it makes him shy none the less.
"Uhm...I actually got my body modified a couple years back..when you started interning" he responds, rubbing the back of his neck and glancing off to the side "I figured you might be more...um..drawn to bigger men"
Your eyes are wide and you're practically stunned "you...you did all this for me?? For me to like you??" Your jaw is completely dropped. You feel so flattered that he'd try and make himself look more appealing for your sake. It makes you feel so wanted, so appreciated, so loved. A warm fuzzy feeling fills your insides.
He nods, his tail swaying behind him. You hardly ever noticed it before but now it makes him look even more like a puppy begging for approval. You practically jump on him, showering his screen with kisses and wrapping your arms as much as you can -which isn't alot- around his massive body. He suddenly blue screens
"Wha- uh!! Are you okay!! Oh gosh did i break you?? Are you overheating?!" You start to begin panicking, tapping at his screen and searching around his body for some kind of switch or anything. He quickly goes back to normal though, gazing down at you as you fumble. He chuckles shyly and mumbles an apology
"Sorry uh...I just needed to reboot...you made my system crash" he rubs the back of his neck and places a gentle kiss on your forehead in return for all your affection.
He scoops you up and mumbles "im sorry about today" it kinda catches you off guard, you had almost forgotten about what happened at work..that you lost your chance at...
"I know that it would've meant alot to you if you got to be on that show but...I just couldn't let you go out there! I mean in that condition? And then you started crying and I just..." he takes a deep breath then continues "i didnt want you to feel like.. like im trying to hold you back, because im not. The last thing I'd want to do is purposefully make you sad...you're still my little star, no matter what, okay?"
You look away, fiddling with one of his huge hands as you mumble nervously "..im..im kinda glad you didnt let me go on. I mean if I broke down and threw up at just the idea of it...maybe im not meant for the stage, no matter how much I want it" you say, sounding a little glum
His body starts shaking "woah- what's going on?" You say, concerned. Is he still malfunctioning from the kisses or is it something else? You cup his TV head and gaze into it, searching for whatever you can find "tenna? You okay..?"
He nods, still shaking though "my...my program wasn't made for this- upsetting my favourite special person messes with the code and i-" he takes a deep breath and the screen goes blank
"Tenna??? Tenna!!" You shake him gently, then roughly "look!! Im okay! You didn't upset me im fine!!"
He comes back after a couple minutes. He looks really guilty, like he cant believe he keeps messing up your intimate moments. He let's out an exasperated sigh and flops down on the couch nearby, tugging you to lay on his chest, his tail slinks around your thigh.
"First i blue screen when you kiss me, now I completely malfunction when youre trying to open up to me!" He complains "..sometimes I wish I was just human like you...or atleast a bit more like the lightners that you're used to" he mumbles and pushes your hair back from where it had flopped in your face.
"Dont say that Tenna.." you say, comforting him and twirling his tail gently in your hand "i like you just the way you are" you say, mumbling against his lips before you kiss him, properly this time. His large tongue invades your mouth, your mind starts feeling like TV static and your pathetic little human tongue works desperately to try and keep up with his. When he finally pulls away you're panting and your eyes are unfocused.
"..do you love me" he asks, seemingly out of nowhere. You can feel your face turning bright red and you nearly try to squirm away from the question
"Uh..where did that come from?" You ask nervously, looking away bashfully
"You said you 'like me just the way i am'. You said like. I've told you that i love you more times than I can count and I just need to hear you say it back" he says, completely serious and even a little desperate. His hands grip your thighs even tighter and his tail slides from your grip and hooks around your wrist.
You take a deep breath before finally saying those fated words "..I...I love you, Tenna" your eyes finally meet his and all you can see is lovehearts exploding across his screen and his tail wagging a million times an hour. He squeezes you as tight as he can to his body and you feel like your ribs might break but you don't really care.
You giggle and hook your legs around his waist "I don't have to be a TV star, if i can be your star"
And with that Tenna pulls you into a kiss, your eyes flutter shut and everything fades away. A perfect bliss
how spamton acts in a relationship is going to be massively influenced by whether the two of you became an item before or after his cataclysmic fall from grace. but assuming you either met him after the fact, or decided to stick with him after watching him lose everything else, it’s safe to say that spamton is a very… unique… partner to have
he tries to hide it for the sake of his ego — which he is massively unsuccessful at doing, by the way — but he is very much so impacted by any words of affirmation you send his way. the man has lost everything and lives in awful conditions, and even before he ended up here he was treated poorly by his fellow addisons (for reasons that may or may not have some degree of validity to them, not that he’d ever agree to that), so you’re the first person who is willing and happy to show him the positive attention he’s been craving for as long as he can remember — the only one who can make him feel like a real [[big shot]] even though he hasn’t made it in the business world as he so very hoped to do
given his currently less than ideal living situation, pretty much all of your dates are going to have to happen out and about in cyber city, or at your home (the dumpster isn’t a particularly [romantic] setting after all) — and as soon as a suitable amount of time has passed he’ll be the one to start dropping hints about moving in with you
flatters you a lot, usually when he wants something from you like affection or attention but occasionally just because he just wants to compliment you — after all, what kind of man would he be if he gave his [[amazing]] partner any room to doubt themselves?
this circles back to the whole words of affirmation thing, but spamton goes above and beyond to show off when you’re around — mainly by bragging about all of his various successful deals and business ventures from back in the day. this is partly because he just wants to impress you with how much of a [[big shot]] he used to be (and still can be! just give him time!), but it’s also a way for him to compensate for his insecurities as a man, a salesman, and as a lover considering how little he’s able to do to provide for and take care of you (which is something he really wants to be able to do)
spamton also has quite the jealous streak that causes him to overcompensate when he’s with you to make sure, as best he can, that you don’t get tired of him and leave for someone [[better]] — he also tends to very blatantly insult anyone who he happens to be jealous of when you’re alone, but whether or not his claims of criminality are true is up in the air…
you are the only one who gets a discount for the wares he sells — it’s not as much of a discount as you might think (you may be a lover but he’s a salesman at heart and he can’t give you too much off of the original price), but it’s still noticeable enough for any other customers to pick up on his favouritism
the first time you kissed him he visibly blue screened and buffered for a good minute or so before coming back to his senses — please don’t ever bring this up in front of anyone else because it is a mortifying story for him… especially not [[mike]] or tenna
his favourite places to be kissed are his lips and cheeks, and his favourite places to kiss you are your lips and hands (he may embody the pushy salesman in other aspects of life, but in your relationship he does try to be something of a gentleman)
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Summary: You're tired as all hell, and you're bad at keeping things from Tenna. His solution to exhaustion is much sweeter than keeping you staring at some boring old papers.
Tags: Established Relationship, Daddy Kink, Reluctant Submissive Reader, Genderless Reader-Insert, Cuddling & Snuggling, Pet Names, Tenna uses a LOT of pet names, Non-Sexual Submission
Author Notes: I haven't written in a while, so this is putting oil on the really rusty gears. This was going to be part of something bigger, so a real work containing this excerpt may exist... at some point. Please enjoy, and do leave comments here or on Ao3 if you do.
It had started innocently enough. You’d been around the office while Tenna had finally settled in to look over some of that important paperwork he’d been delegating, insisting on remaining at his side even though you were exhausted. You got the idea that he knew just how tired you were — his intuition was uncanny, to the point where you suspected those antennae picked up on things you had no idea of — but you didn't think much of it. All you needed was to survive another few hours of work before you could go home and collapse.
You were supposed to be working, at least. It was hard enough keeping your eyes open, so reading through the chicken-scratch stage notes a Pippin had written out was going about as poorly as it could. The strokes were all blending together in a manner that made you wonder whether you were already dreaming. Some of the production decisions were weird enough for you to chalk it up to a dream, anyway.
“... Sweetheart, you having trouble?” He chuckles, and you snap your head up to him. He's smiling, of course, and though that makes your heart wobble, you can't give him reason to be concerned. Telling him outright that you were exhausted would make him drop everything, and he’d been pouting about his lack of productivity for the past few days.
“Huh? Yeah, I’m fine,” you reply, swallowing back a yawn. “I’m just… a bit tired. Still in working order, though, and I definitely don’t need you to chaperone me. This Pippin just has terrible handwriting, and it’s making my eyes wonky.”
“You don’t need supervision?” He replies, not bothering to look up from the paper on his desk. His tone is far more casual than it had been earlier when he was spitting to some network executive on the phone about his latest segment. “Big, independent worker, honey?”
“What? Yes. What kind of question is that?” You ask, eyebrows pinched as you turn your focus back to your own sheet of paper. “I’m a grown adult, Tenna. Don't be condescending—”
You cut yourself as you glance back to him. Not only is he significantly closer to you than he was moments ago, chair pulled all the way to your side of his desk, but he's grinning at you, fangs-out. It’s not sinister, It takes you a second to realize your mistake: you’d admitted to being tired (and he could read exhaustion all over you) and now you were going to get coddled. Hard.
“What’s that, babydoll? Daddy didn't hear you right.”
You blink at him, and it feels like your brain’s just melted straight out of your head. The moment he gets the hint that you were in the right headspace to be manipulated, he reaches in and snatches all of those pesky thoughts away, just because he can. You didn't need to think when you had TV to tell you everything you needed.
He’s leaning down over you before you have a chance to open your mouth again. All ten feet of him loom over you, topped off with the most smug grin on his monitor you've ever seen on man or monster. Verbal reduction was one thing, but the fact that he was over double your size without any of his so-called ‘movie magic’ had the terrible power of making you feel helpless in an instant.
“Someone’s grouchy tonight, folks!” Tenna grins, standing up from his desk and shoving all of those important papers into an off-center pile. “But who’s to blame ‘em? The littler they are, the bigger the attitude. It’s just about a fact of life: the smallest ones love to pretend like they aren't dependents. I’m sure all my caretakers out there in the audience know this story all too well.”
You gape at him as he looms over you, and soon find yourself being swallowed by his arms. You struggle for a moment, then sigh and let your body go lax; despite the fact that you'd like to cling to some semblance of dignity or independence, you're far too exhausted to struggle. He knows that, and he's abusing it.
“I am not grouchy. I’m just exhausted, that's all.”
“That’s okay, sweetheart. You were a busy little bee today, weren'tcha? Makin’ Daddy so proud, pretending to be all big and brave and bossy,” he croons, lifting you a little higher so you're cradled right up against his monitor. “It’s so cute to see my baby act like they know what being a grown-up is all about.”
You blush and sputter, but he presses a massive finger to your lips to silence you. You lean your head back in an attempt to protest and begin to open your mouth, but any sound you want to make is promptly stifled by an intrusive, clothed digit parting your lips. You can feel your entire body suddenly burning with shame, but shame will do nothing to stop Tenna from plopping down on the big leather couch at the side of his office and taking you down with him.
“Shhh… That's more like it. Somebody’s all fussy! Let's get you settled, sugar,” Tenna says, settling you down in his lap as you're forced to nurse on one thick finger. “Daddy’s got you, pumpkin. You don't need to keep being so darn stubborn about everything! Don't you trust him?”
A brief silence passes between you, and you chew your lip. This whole submission thing had been hard for you to wrestle with, and it was even more difficult to admit how much you needed it… but you can feel the sparkle that would be there in his non-existent eyes. He'd thrown his work to the side to start fussing over you, so maybe playing along for a short while wouldn't hurt.
It’s just for him, after all. It’s not like you need this like he does. You wriggle and manage to pull his finger out of your mouth, even if part of you wants to keep sucking on it.
“I trust you,” you mutter, and you can hear his cord-tail thump against the couch in a manner that reveals his delight. “I’m not being stubborn. I just wanted to get some work done to help you out.”
He makes a tsk sound and moves one hand up to cup your face — more like your entire head — in one of his hands, still wearing that ridiculous, heart-melting smile. “You trust me, huh?” He repeats, tilting his head. “If you trust little old me… You’ll say it for me, sweetcheeks. Just once for your dear ol’ Daddy? You always know what I want.”
You try to curl your face away to hide against his shoulder, but the hand on the side of your face is keeping you from moving away. You should've known he'd be blocking all of your exits; he knew exactly what buttons to push to get you to confront yourself and let all those walls down around him.
“... I trust you, Daddy…”
“Hmmm? I didn't hear you.”
Frustration prickles at the back of your neck, but you're not going to cause more problems than need to happen. You know that once you force it out, you can finally move on. Damn this stupid old cathode.
“I trust Daddy,” you say, just a tad louder than last time, and the brightness on Tenna’s monitor kicks up a notch. He’s beaming at you now, both in terms of his brightness and his smile, and his grip around your waist tightens into a squeeze.
“Oh, there’s my little darling,” he purrs. “See, that wasn't so bad at all! Just three words, and now the both of us remember who’s in charge. Now, as the one in charge — and as ‘the best daddy in the world,’ according to one very special sweetheart — Daddy thinks it’s time for you to get some shut-eye, lovely. What does our most favorite contestant say? Does someone wanna fall asleep in Daddy’s lap, hmm?”
It’s too late for you, you realize, because you’re growing drowsy in his lap without much encouragement. He was big and warm and your protector, and despite your resistance, your body knew who kept you safe. Who loved you. Who fussed over you, spoiled you, made your teeth rot with sweet pet names…
“... I’m sleepy, Daddy,” you murmur, and he squeezes you tighter. You feel his lips press against your head, and a steady, purr-like vibration kicking up in his chest as he holds you close.
“I know, honey. I know. We’re going to get you nice and comfortable so you can take a commercial break.”
You fall asleep faster than you thought was possible on an old office couch.
She is a Doppelganger darkner of ralsei, Doppelganger darkners are types of darkners who get a glimpse of a familiar face and then if they feel comfortable with that look, they'll take a similar form, they can take the form of lightners and darkners, Or even other things.
Princess Florence wasn't born with her name, in fact she was born without a name, she used to be the ruler of the garden world and she was referred to as the princess, but then the butterfly queen, ended up taking over and overthrowing her, and she became the nameless girl, until the fun gang met her and on their way they were thinking of names for her and ralsei suggested The Name Florence.
Florence is also lesbian by the way.
Her eye and horn was damaged by Vinnie, during her many wanderings she ended up coming across Vinnies garden at a terrible time, where Vinnie was basically in panic, and when a random stranger came into his garden, he became scared and attacked her, breaking her horn and taking her eye, and where her eye used to be, a flower grew.
She also sees asgore as a father figure, she loves him so much and is afraid when he ends up in the butterfly queens hands.
@afloofwithmultipleinterests and I had a mIGHTY NEEEED.
And someone in my ask box stirred it up lol. You know who you are >:3
Anyway, there was a need to write some muy fluffy content involving a jester and a spambot. So if you're into that kind of content, stop on by and take a look.
Description: Spamton and Jevil do battle quite often. Spamton feels like Jevil is hiding the secret to freedom in that cell of his. Jevil knows better than that and would rather keep Spamton from finding out the no such secret exists. So, they duke it out, both wanting to win for their own reasons. This time, though, Jevil is a bit worried about how good Spamton has gotten at fighting him...so he takes the battle in a different direction. A very fun direction.
Cheater, Cheater
He was back at the gate. He'd have to beat him eventually, right? Right! He'd have to... He had to. Spamton didn't need the key. Due to his broken nature, he could glitch right through the invisible door and straight into the void Jevil called home. He never knew what to expect when entering the jester's domain. The decor changed quite often, although it was always themed around the circus.
The stairwell above echoed with the sound of Spamton's heels tapping against the hard floor as he walked near the bars. The inside was just as dark as always, making chills go down Spamton's spine. He couldn't chicken out now no matter what. Before Spamton could glitch through the door, the imp materialized himself from the shadows, bells jingling behind him.
"BOO HOO, BOO HOO, UEE HEE HEE! SO LONELY, SO LONELY I BE.. BUT LO, THREE VISI-" Jevil paused as he recognized Spamton almost instantly. "OH- ITS NOT A RESET, RESET! WHAT A WONDERFUL SURPRIZE!" The jester exclaimed in an illusionary tone of jubilation. "OH COME OUT, COME OUT! LET YOURSELF OUTSIDE, SPAMMY! WHAT FUN WE'LL HAVE, HAVE!"
Spamton groaned, already tired of the clown's antics. A small door appeared within the wall of bars before him. Jevil seemingly created it as a gag. Spamton walked through the door, only to step into a clown-themed tea room, but instead of there being a teapot, a gallon of carbonated 'Clown-Juice' sat in the middle of the table. There were various other jester themed decorations around the room, some that made sense... and some that didn't. Jevil proceeded to turn the chairs around, their backs against the table.
"HERE! I EVEN PUSHED UP YOUR SEAT FOR YA!"
The imp sat down in one of the chairs, holding up a spades teacup and slurping his drink as loudly as he could.
"I'M NOT A [[kids 6 and under]]! AND YOU'RE [[insane deal]] IF Y OU THINK I'LL [[one big gulp!]] ANY 0F TH4T [[WHOOPY JUICE!!!]]" Spamton shouted, trying to establish some ounce of dominance in the clown's realm. He had been here many times before. Even though it wasn't his pocket of unreality, Spamton was now quite familiar with the place... or at least used to expecting the unexpected. "Y0U KNOW DAMN WELL WHY I [[cruising around town]] DOWN HERE AND 1T ISN'T FOR A [[dinner for two]]."
Jevil went oddly quiet, however his smile widened. The table disappeared, and Jevil began to chug from the teacup he had in his gloved hand. After he was done he tossed the glass behind him, and it exploded similarly to how a certain prissy and popular queen's glass would back in Spamton's dark world.
"ENLIGHTEN ME, ENLIGHTEN ME!" Jevil started, a smirk replacing his usual cold smile. "IS IT TO PLAY A CARD GAME? OH! OR A GAME OF TAG? OR- OH! I KNOW! YOU WANNA TELL JOKES, JOKES!? OH I LOVE JOKES, AND LAUGHING! I BET IT'S BEEN AWHILE SINCE YOU'VE LAUGHED, RIGHT?" Jevil's word vomit was soon cut off by Spamton who was taken aback by that last query.
"I'LL HAVE YO U KNOW THAT I [[unintelligible laughter]] PLENTY, ESPECIALLY AFTER I [[GAME OVER]] YOU [[juggalo]]!" Spamton countered, gritting his teeth. Admittedly, he was starting to feel the adrenaline rush and the nervousness right behind it. He wouldn't lose again. He WOULDN'T, but doubt was fluttering in his stomach. He could never tell what was going on in Jevil's mind. As an Addison, Spamton was used to predicting people's habits, wants and needs, but Jevil was a severe outlier, and that drove the salesman nuts.
"UEE HEE HEE!" His laugh was hollow, but imitated glee. "SO ITS THE OLD NUMBER'S GAME YOU WANT!" The clown tapped a gloved finger to his chin a moment in genuine thought, before snapping his tail similarly to fingers. He smiled widely at Spamton, his eyes sparkling with an unknown intent. "IF YOU INSIST... I'LL PLAY THAT GAME! BUT I WONT GO EASY ON YOU PINNOCHIO, CHIO~"
Jevil turned Into his devilsknive, cracking the ground open to where he and Spamton would fall through into the endless void of space. It was the perfect place to battle... an empty canvas of freedom.
"AAYEGUFFFAH! [[$!?!]] WOULD IT [[killed]] YOU TO M4KE IT A SOFTER LANDING? [[JIMINY CHRISTMAS]]" Spamton exclaimed as he slowly got up, rubbing his bottom to relieve the pain from the sudden fall. He quickly shook it off. He had a fight to win. He couldn't let a little surprise like that throw him off. That was Jevil's whole shtick. Surprises. He huffed, getting himself ready for anything.
"BETTER BE QUICK ON YOUR TOES, TOES!" Jevil teased before healing Spamton up with magic for a fairly unfair battle, touching his shoulder to transfer the magic to his HP. "WHO KNOWS, KNOWS... MAYBE YOU'LL OUTSMART ME FOR A CHANGE!" Jevil vaguely encouraged, making spamton feel a little more hopeful... for only a few seconds. "EMPHASIS ON MAYBE." The puppet would scowl at the Imp if he could. Jevil disappeared, reappearing way across from Spamton, dancing and putting on a stage show for the lone audience member. "YOU CAN HAVE THE FIRST MOVE, MOVE!"
"OOOOH NONONO. I'M NOT F4LLING FOR THAT [[tips and tricks]]. IF I GO FIRST YOU'LL [[uno reverse]] ME. [[Ladies first]], I INSIST," Spamton replied with a devilish grin of his own.
"OKIE DOKIE~ IF YOU INSIST THAT YOU INSIST!" Jevil shrugged, summoning his cliche card-deck bullets, shooting them in various patterns at Spamton, the puppet dodging them effortlessly by jumping, and defying gravity. He had gotten better since the last thousand attempts at trying to beat Jevil... To say the least, the imp was impressed. However, Jevil couldn't let that puppet find out the truth. That's honestly what made the clown refuse to let Spamton win... It was the puppet's motivation that scared the jester. That was why Jevil needed to win no matter what, or else... Spamton would lose that spark he himself lost so long ago.
The carousel appeared, however it was a bit different. The top and lower border were see-sawing while it spun around, and around. Jevil shot his arms out straight in a T-Pose, summoning various rocking animals with his chaotic magic as they followed along to the beat of the carousel. ... However, despite that fact, Spamton was keeping up, and only got hit once. This was making Jevil kind of nervous..
The nervousness Spamton was feeling before began to wane as he was off to the best start he'd ever had. The carousel was one of the more difficult moves for Spamton to dodge, so this success was a promising sign. So long as Jevil stayed on his script of magical acts, the puppet had a chance.
"IS THAT THE [[Best in the business!]]
Y OU'VE GOT, [[FOOL]]!? AHEAHEAHEA!" Spamton summoned a phone and spun it in the air like a lasso before flinging it directly at Jevil. The jester shot up into the air to avoid the attack only for the ringing coming from the phone to echo and bounce around the invisible box they were battling in. Jevil danced around most of the sound waves, only being nicked by one.
The carousel started to slow back to its original pace, but kept seesawing. Perhaps Jevil would have to up his game!
"FAR FROM IT PIKACHU, I'M JUST GETTIN' STARTED, STARTED! METAMORPHOSIS!" The clown transformed into his weapon form, boomeranging around spamton, and lunging at him every 8th of a second. After a few throuple hits, spamton caught onto the pattern, and used mini-spams as deflections to catapult the attention away from himself. Jevil growled a little in frustration as tiny baby Spamtons jumped in his way as he tried to hit Spamton. His smile, however, never left his face.
"YOU FORGET I HAVE [[the boys]] WITH ME AT ALL TIMES? SPEAKING OF WHICH, HOW ABOUT WE PLAY [[DODGE PIPIS!]]" Spamton exclaimed, hurling pipis after pipis at the jester like they were snowballs... Explosive snowballs!
Jevil had just changed back into his normal form when spamton attacked, catching the jester off guard. "OH SEAM IN THE ANGEL'S HEAVEN-" Jevil got hit by three, which knocked his head off his block, springing up and down on his coiled spring neck. If Spamton could use decoys, so could he! Jevil sped up, admittedly tiring him out more than he liked. He went so fast, duplicates of himself were summoned, and it was hard for Spamton to pinpoint a target. ... Jevil had to think of something QUICK, Or else.. that last speck of hope in spamton may die. Wait... he knew! Jevil just needed an opportunity to escape this blue egg barrage...
"ALTHOUGH A BIT EGGS-TREME, YOUR MOVE IS QUITE A BLAST!"
"..."
Spamton stopped in the middle of a throw, his brain processing what he just heard. Dial-up sounds took over his speech while his glasses blue-screened temporarily. After a moment, he shook his head like a dog, coming back to reality... and he let out the biggest most tortured groan.
"UUUUUUUUHHHHG... THOSE PUNS WERE SO [[rotten to the core]] I THINK I'M GONNA THROW UP! @c@" Spamton grimaced, glaring at the clown grinning back at him, proud as can be.
As expected, Spamton recoiled his attacks to revive from that hard, mental blow of awful punnery. Jevil teleported away from his spot, into the void, plotting a sneak attack Spamton would never expect out of the likes of him... at least not one in the midst of battle. After the doll was done cringing, he was about to dodge jevil's attack... when he noticed the imp was no longer there. Now THAT wasn't fair!
"HEY WISE GUY! WHAT'S THE BIG [[deal!]] HIDING IS [[cheater cheater pumpkin eater!]]"
Silence. Complete and utter silence... until he felt two gloves vibrate into his sides, startling him. He spun around, only to see nobody there.
"AYEE! H-HEY! F4CE ME LIKE A [[valued customer]]!" Spamton shouted, his voice cracking as he was surprised by the sudden assault to his sides. He did a decent job of keeping his composure. Now he needed to stay vigilant. That clown could be anywhere.
"FACE YA LIKE A VALUED CUSTOMER, CUSTOMER?" Jevil giggled, appearing behind him again, however this time the gloves were off. The devil poked slowly up, and down the glitch's ribs. "LAST TIME I CHECKED IT WAS OPPOSITE DAY IN THE DARK WORLDS, WORLDS! IM THE SALESMAN, AND YOU'RE THE CUSTOMER! CAN YOU GUESS WHAT I'M SELLIN~?"
A mischievous smile stretched across the joker's features. Spamton wiggled, his hands shooting down to grab Jevil's fingers, but he had already disappeared again.
"GYA!TYEEHEEHE- [[$!?!]] THE PRESSES! W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" the puppet demanded, wide eyed and looking in every direction to locate the culprit. "Y OU'RE NOT PLAYING [[fair share]], CLOWN!"
"I'M NOT PLAYIN FAIR, FAIR?" The jester's voice echoed against the void. The joker in question chuckled from the darkness at this new game that would surely tire this puppet out. "WELL THERE'S NOTHING IN THE RULES AGAINST A LITTLE..." Jevil now appeared in front of him, a devious grin spread across his cheeks,"GIGGLY, GIGGLY, TICKLE, TICKLE NOW AND THEN~ BELIEVE ME, I DOUBLE CHECKED AND IT'S COMPLETELY LEGAL!" Jevil wiggled his eight fingers at Spamton, dull claws catching the dealmaker's attention. He jumped back, tripping a little bit before putting his hand up in defense as Jevil floated closer with that playfully evil stare.
"W-W-WAIT! HOLD 0N! Y-Y-YOU THINK THAT [[silly billy]] MOVE WILL WORK ON [[number1ratedsalesman1997]]? HA! TOO BAD FOR Y OU! I'M NOT [[tickles your fancy]]," Spamton retorted, squaring up, crossing his arms defiantly, and standing his ground. He knew Jevil wouldn't buy what he was selling, but he had to try. Unfortunately, though he was a good actor, the sudden rosiness of his cheeks called his bluff.
"OH... YOU AREN'T?" Jevil pretended to look convinced, before shrugging. "WELL... GUESS I WAS WRONG! I KNOW YOU'RE AN HONEST, HONEST SALESMAN. HMPH... FIGURES... GUESS ILL HAVE TO JUST USE MY SPECIAL ATTACK, ATTACK!" Jevil shrugged, sounding disappointed... Did Spamton's lie actually work!? YES!!! THAT HAD NEVER WORKED! It hadn't worked on any Addison that had asked him, or even Seam! But somehow it worked on JEVIL!? Spamton thought he would see through that scam! Jevil really was a fool...
"WHAT A [[sham]]. GUESS IT'LL HAVE TO DO! IM SURE I CAN HANDLE [[Specil move]]."
"YOU SUUUUURE...? IT'S PRETTY HARD TO DODGE!" Jevil smirked, summoning Spamton's own smirk.
"AH! SHOWING YOUR HAND, HUH? WELL Y OUR [[light shower]] OF SCYTHES IS IMPRESSIVE, BUT NOT SPECIL ENOUGH T0 DEFEAT ME," the salesman replied cheekily. His blush receded as his confidence grew once more. He could handle this. Jevil's special attack was always that giant scythe move.
" LET'S GET THIS [[show on the road]]. THEN I'LL SHOW YOU A RE4L ATTACK!" Spamton taunted.
"WE'LL SEE SPAMTON, SPAMTON!" Jevil flew back over in position before metamorphosing into a scythe, and shooting up towards the ceiling. One scythe fell down, then another and another and another... Spamton knew the rhythm of this attack, becoming a pro at dodging the basic attacks Jevil would usually give the player.
After all the scythes fell, it left the giant undodgeable one to slowly fall. Spamton braced for impact, raising his arms above his head to protect his plastic noggin upon impact... but it never came. He opened a single eye to see two clawed hands hovering above his underarms, but he was too late to correct his fatal mistake. Jevil touched down, scribbling, and drawing shapes with his nails across the cloth of the salesman's jacket, which was surprisingly thinner than spamton had remembered.
He tried to fight it, but he couldn't hold in what he didn't expect to come out!
"AYEEEEAHEAHEAHEAHEA! TH-THAHAHAT'S NOT HOHOHOW THIS WOR-GYYYAaAaAaA!" Spamton squealed out, clamping his arms down, knees buckling immediately. He was falling backwards into Jevil's hold due to his weak knees. The puppet took a deep breath to spit out the last coherent sentence he would be saying for a while.
"JEVIL, JEVIL!?" Jevil paused as soon as he heard his name. His ACTUAL name... Spamton had never said his actual name before! "YOU CALLED ME JEVIL!!" Overjoyed, he squeezed Spamton in a rib cracking hug.
"AG-G-G-GYUH-Y-YOUR EARS MUST BE [[out of batteries]]! I-UHG- NEVER SAID [[legal name]]!" Spamton wheezed out, wiggling to free himself from Jevil's crushing grip.
Jevil loosened his hug a bit, however not enough to let Spamton out of his grasp. "HMMM... YOU KNOW WHAT, YOU'RE RIGHT! I CAN'T HEAR ANYTHING BECAUSE OF HOW HARD YOU'RE LAUGHING!"
"WH-" Jevil started tickling again, one arm around Spamton's chest, raising his undershirt up, and the other hand trailing around the doll's stomach.
"COOOOCHIE COOCHIE COO LITTLE SALESMAN~ ARE YOU TICKLISH, TICKLISH HERE HM? I THINK I CAN HEAR YOU GIGGLING, GIGGLING! I'M TOO DEAF TO HEAR REALLY ANYTHING, SO I'M NOT TOO SURE~!" Jevil noticed a little X where Spamton's bellybutton was supposed to be. He stored that information for much later in his playfully evil onslaught.
"STYAHAHAHAHEAHEAHEAHEA![[HOLY TOLEDO]] NYEAHEAHEAHEAHEAHEA!" Spamton cackled, squirming and kicking aimlessly in the clutches of the clown. He tried to grab at the offending hand exploring his sensitive belly.
Jevil pretended to just now notice his tail was plugging his ears. "OHHHH... THERE WAS THE PROBLEM! NOW I CAN HEAR YOU JUUUUST FINE! UHEHEHEHEEE... SUCH A TICKLISH LITTLE TUM-TUM, HM? GEEZ, I DUNNO HOW YOU CAN STAND IT, NO WAY I'D LAST! TIIIICKLE TICKLE TICKLE, TIIIICKLE~ KITCHY KIIITCH~"
"OHOHO MYHYHYHY GOHOHOHOHOD! SHUHUHUHUT YOUR [[PIE HOLE]] YOU- AYEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEEEE!" the puppet cried out. The tickling was already making him lose all control, and that was embarrassing enough, but the teasing? Jevil was going to kill him with all that sickeningly sweet baby talk. You could hardly make out Spamton's red cheeks due to how red the rest of his face was. All he wanted to do was curl up in a ball and hide from his adversary, but he wasn't in a position to do that. All he could do was flail and squeal... But the part that truly made the salesman want to hide was the fact that... he didn't hate this... At all.
BUT HIS WORST ENEMY COULD NEVER KNOW THAT SO-
"THIHIHIHIHIHIS IHIHIHIHIS [[AGAINST THE GENEVA CONVENTION]] YOHOHOHOHOU ANIMAHAHAL!"
"A WAR CRIME? KEHEHE~" Jevil stopped, letting Spamton catch his breath. The puppet relaxed, his giggling mixed in with static as he panted. "SMILING DURING A WARCRIME DOESN'T SEEM VERY ORDERLY... THEN AGAIN I WOULDN'T KNOW ABOUT ORDER, ORDER! UEE HEE EHEE~ I THINK YOU ENJOY, ENJOY THIS, DON'T YOU SPAM-MAN?" Jevil questioned, a rare, genuine smile coming out.
"W-W-WHAT!? N-N-NO!!! THAT'S [[Crazy bread]]! I'M A PROFESSIONAL! I'M A [[BIGSHOT]]! BIGSHOTS DON'T-
DON'T -
DON'T -
DON'T -"
Spamton glitched, his glasses blue screening again. His entire face to the tip of his nose was bright red, steam puffed out from the sides of his head, and a car horn beeped, the sound coming from Spamton's agape mouth.
Jevil chortled a bit, letting his battle buddy let the embarrassment out of his system. "DON'T WHAT? DON'T HAVE FUN, FUN? WHAT'S WRONG WITH A LITTLE GIGGLE EVERY NOW AND THEN, HM?" Jevil questioned out of curiosity, and assurance. "ITS OKAY TO BE GOOFY AND FEEL GOOFY EVERY NOW AND AGAIN, AGAIN! DON'T YOU THINK SO?" Jevil poked just a single digit on Spamton's side just above his hip, feather light to just get giggles out of the salesman.
"GyeYEEhehehehe NOHOHOhoho!" Spamton laughed, shaking his head and trying to hide his face with his hands. He was no longer trying to stop Jevil's hands, now focusing on covering his red hot cheeks. "J-JEVIL IHEEHEEHeehee CAHAHAHAN'T!" He jerked away from the prodding finger and was able to rock forward, still breathless with giggles as he weakly attempted to crawl away.
Jevil giggled sinisterly, floating after spamton before grabbing both of his ankles. "GYEHEHE~? NYOHO YOU CAN'T? TELL ME STOP AND MAYBE I'LL BELIEVE YOU~!" Spamton fell on his padded tum as the devil pulled his legs out straight and sat on the back of his knees, hovering those ungloved claws above spamton's shoed tootsies. "UNTIL THEN, I GUESS ILL HAVE FUN WITH AN ENSY WEENSIE SPOT YOU DECIDED TO LEAVE OPEN~" Jevil playfully reminded, before slipping off both of those flat heeled leather shoes the salesman always wore. With no money to afford socks for those old shoes he found in the trash, Spamton's plush little feet were now completely exposed.
oh. NO.
"W-W-WAIT! TH-THAHAHAT'S EVIL!" Spamton's eyes widened to the size of saucers when he felt himself get pinned under the jester's weight. "THOSE ARE [[fine Italian leather]] YOU [[little sponge]]!" A wobbly smile stretched across the peddler's face just from the threat alone. He curled up his toes, trying to get ready for what was to come.
"REALLY!? I THOUGHT THESE WERE PLEATHER!" Jevil teased, tracing two nails down tiny feet, the delicate jointed toes scrunching up in response. Spamton snorted, trying to cover his mouth to hide his giggles and high pitched squeals. He only uncovered it to speak. "IHIT'S UHUP TO PLAHAHAYER INTERPRETAHATION!!" His puppet hands slammed back over his teeth, one trying to keep his bottom jaw closed and the other attempting to block the puppet mouth gap.
And with that.. another finger joined on both feet, now swirling and wiggling.
"OHO... IT ISNT HEALTHY TO HOLD BACK YOUR LAUGHTER SPAMTON! LET IT AAAALL OUT. KEHEHEE~"
"NNN-NNNGYKHKHKHK... MMM-PFFFFFTAHAHEAHEAHEAHEA!" Spamton finally burst out into hysterics. He was slapping the floor, trying to find relief from the sensations plaguing his tiny feetsies.
"OH MY FOX! SEE? ARENT YOU HAVING FUN? YOU SEEM TO BE ENJOYING YOURSELF! UEEHEHEHEE~" Jevil teased, ever so gently raking his nails over every inch of the doll's feet, including under and between those lil' toesies! "WE SHOULD BATTLE LIKE THIS MORE OFTEN! THIS KIND OF GAME IS SO MUCH MORE FUN THAN THAT OLD NUMBERS GAME!'' Jevil turned around slightly, seeing the jolly old puppet snorting, and thumping his fists on the ground. Snickering, the joker pulled away, turning around to face him, still on seated Spamton's knees. The imp temporarily stood to gently maneuver spamton facing up so the puppet could catch his breath easier.
"YOUHOU OKAY PINOCCHIO?" Jevil asked, giggling a bit at Spamton's expression.
"@c@ I'M -pant- STILL [[breathing the fresh air!]]" the spambot replied, recovering from that last attack. He rubbed his feet together to shoo away those dastardly phantom tickles left behind. "BUT I WILL NOT CONCEDE TO YOUR [[TOMFOOLERY]]. NEVER..."
"NEVER YOU SAY, SAY?" Spamton should NOT have given the jester such a sweet treat of an opening...
Jevil picked the puppet up under the arms, bringing the salesman onto his lap with a previous idea brewing to the forefront of his mind.
"PERHAPS THE RIGHT SPOT WOULD CHANGE YOUR MIND~" Jevil smirked, pulling Spamton's shirt back up from before revealing his plush tum, booping a side just barely with the pad of his finger, keeping his claws to himself for the time being.
"EEHEEHEEP! R-RIGHT SPOT? N-NO THERE ARE NOT MORE [[spot remover]] I SWEAR. Y-YOU'RE WASTING YOUR [[time sensitive offer]]..." Spamton rushed out. He giggled nervously and gave Jevil a pleading look... but he still never said the magic word. Instead, the salesman grabbed onto the jester's hands, holding them away from his body.
"NO MORE SPOTS? OH NO, NO, NO! I THINK YOU'VE FORGOTTEN, FORGOTTEN A FEW MISTER~!" Jevil giggled gently pushing Spamton's arms back, the salesman's arms still jelly after the prior attacks. "LIKE THESE TWO HIPS!" Jevil kneaded his thumbs into the joints, just barely skimming the doll's sides with his claws. Spamton flailed, kicking those little legs of his faster than a roadrunner.
"HAAEHAHEHEEHEA!! [[Fifty percent off!]] JEHEH-SNORT! [[Ha ha ha!]]AHAAH-"
"OOOOOORRRR..." Jevil crawled his hands to Spamton's sides and started to tickle that stuffed tum of his! "THIS LITTLE SWEET SPOT RIGHT HERE, HERE!"
"GYAAAHAEHEAHEAHEAHEA! NAHAHAT THE [[tummy wummy]]! AYEEHEEHEEHEE!" The spambot was lightly slapping at Jevil's chest as he squirmed fruitlessly. "YOHOHOURE THE DEHEHEVIL!"
"NOT THE TUMMY WUMMY? AW! BUT YOU SOUND LIKE YOU LOVE, LOVE THIS ON YOUR TUMMY WUMMY!" Jevil cooed, slowing the tickles down to be gentle. "DEVIL IS IN MY NAME! DON'T WEAR IT OUT~ OH! SPEAKING OF BEING EVIL," Jevil trailed off, drawing a single swirling finger around the canvas of spamton's belly, slithering around his middle in circles like a snake. "I WANNA SEE WHAT KIND OF GIGGLY TREASURE I CAN GET FROM THAT X!"
"NONONOHOHOHO! THAT [[parking spot]] IS [[out of commission]]! D-DOHOHON'T Y OU DAHAHAHARE!" Spamton squealed in protest. He immediately slapped his hands over his belly button to guard it from the devious clown.
"WELL THATS NOT VERY NICE!" Jevil teased, a challenging grin stretching onto his face... did Spamton really think he would only use his hands to tickle him to snorts? "GUESS WE'RE GONNA HAVE TO DO THIS THE HARD WAY... SAY, SPAMTON," the imp stretched his tail around and bent the tips of the J to tuck under the dummy's arms. "I DON'T RECALL, BUT IS THIS A TERRIBLY, TERRIBLY SENSITIVE AREA~? COOOCHIE COOCHIE COOO LITTLE ADDISON~"
"NYAHAEHAEHAEHAEHAE! YOHOHOU [[$!?!]]!" That clever move by Jevil did the trick. Spamton immediately clamped his arms down, bringing his fists up to his chest. "STYAHAHAP TEASING MEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!"
"DO YOU NOT LIKE BEING TEASED TO BITS, SPAMMY? ALSO, IF YOU WANT TO KEEP MY TAIL UNDER YOUR ARMS, BE MY GUEST! OTHERWISE, OTHERWISE YOU CAN RAISE THEM UP AND TRY YOUR LUCK! UEEHEEHEE!'' While explaining this in a playful tone, Jevil went back to swirling around the little belly pudge, getting closer and closer to the spot of buried belly laughs.
"AHEAHAEHAEHAEHAE! YOU'RE GOHOHONNAHAHA [[killed]] MEEEEHEEHEE! SNORT!" the salesman cackled, hardly able to focus enough to make any comebacks. He was losing his mind, but he wasn't ready to surrender to this fiend.
Jevil etched closer... and closer... until finally he swirled right onto the little X, before stopping entirely. Everything stopped in place, the movement under his arms, the swirling, all that was on focus was the finger sitting still on the little stitch. Jevil gave Spamton a cat-like look of mischief, not doing anything but waiting out the inevitable. "YOU KNOW WHAT? LET'S STAY LIKE THIS A MOMENT, MOMENT! YOU ENJOYIN' YOURSELF? I KNOW A GENUINE SMILE WHEN I SEE ONE~" In actuality.. Jevil was planning his ultra tickle attack in the back of his mind during this one-sided conversation before finally unleashing the mother of all tickles.
"I-pant- [[dont trust like that]]... YOU... -pant- YOUR TEASING ME AGAIN! I-pant- I ADMIT TO NOTHING!" Spamton said defiantly. Maybe he could tough it out…
"DON'T TRUST ME? WHY SPAMMY! WHAT HAVE I DONE FOR YOU NOT TO TRUST ME?!" the joker questioned, feigning innocence. Spamton knew better than to trust a literal Jester devil after tickling him half to death when they were having a fair and square battle just before! Whatever happened to that anyway!? This wasn't fair at all! Spamton was getting tired. The look the doll gave Jevil after saying that said it all.
"AW... SPAMTON, I'M HURT! HEARTBROKEN, SHOT IN THE CHEST!" Jevil overdramatized, cocking an arm over his forehead, Spamton not seeming to notice both hands were off his belly. The puppet slowly but surely caught his breath as Jevil did his theatrics, all the while giving the purple imp a look of suspicion. After a moment, Jevil smirked, bringing a single arm around Spamton's ribs in a gentle hug to keep him still. "WELL, I THINK YOU DESERVE A PRESENT FOR BEIN SUCH A GOOD SPORT, AND HAVING AN ADORABLE LIL LAUGH!"
"I-I-I-I [[shut your yaps]]! WHAT ARE Y 0U PLANNING JEVIL?" the doll inquired suspiciously, his cheeks flushed from the embarrassing compliment on top.
"I DUNNO, DUNNO! I THINK IM PLANNING ON GIVING YOU A PRESENT FOR BEING A SNORTY, FLUFFY LITTLE GIGGLEBUG!" Jevil replied, his smirk unhindered. He leaned down just a little bit, trying to be inconspicuous.
"I-I'M NOT [[soft and fluffy]]! AND DON'T CALL ME A... [[ERROR 404]]!" Spamton squeaked in response, not wanting to repeat the new nickname. He didn't know what was going through that clown's mind, but he knew it was a grand finale. That look in Jevil's eyes said it all.
The look on Spamton's face read that the jig was up. With that, Jevil suddenly shifted his face downward towards the tummy before him, giggling a little before starting to ticklishly nom on the sensitive belly with those teefers of his! "OMNYomNYOMNOM~! I KNOWM YOUWH LOWVE WHEM SHAWM DIB DISH! OMNYOMMONCHCROMCHMOOMCH!" the devil teased playfully before bringing one claw down to tease a side while nomming away like a cat on a ball of yarn.
"AAAAHAHAHAHAHAEHAEHAEHAE! OHOHO [H E A V E N] IHIHIHI CAHAHAHAN'T! ICANTTAKEIT!" Spammy shrieked, shaking his head and pushing weakly at the little devil's shoulders. Tears of mirth were streaming down his rosy cheeks, and his glasses slid off his face and toppled to the side. He tossed his head back and curled forward over and over again, not knowing what to do. After 30 seconds or so, he broke.
"OHOHOHOKAAAAYEEEEHEEHEEHEE! Y 0U [[W1NNER]]! PLEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEEEE-SNORT-EEHEEHEASE! MEHEHERCYEEEEEHEEHEEE!"
As soon as the word was given, Jevil retracted his tail, and rose up from Spamton's tummy, letting the puppet recover from that final attack that left him breathless.
"AH... HAEHAE... HEHE... HEH... Ahhhh..." The puppet let the residual giggles bubble out of his throat while he breathed. He closed his eyes, feeling exhaustion take over. Spamton was waiting for Jevil to declare victory and kick him to the curb, back to his dumpster like the clown always did... But... He opened one of his eyes to see Jevil hovering with his legs crisscross, sitting on his tail, a genuine smile taking over his features.
"....SO?" The salesman asked, sitting up slightly to look the joker in the eye.
"SO WHAT, WHAT?" the jester replied while leaning on two fists curiously.
"AREN'T YOU GOING TO [[dispose of any used needles!]]?"
Jevil's eyes widened in realization, before his face softened into an unnaturally gentle expression.
"YOU CAN STAY HERE AS LONG AS YOU NEED, NEED! YOU DID JUST LAUGH YOUR STUFFING OUT AND ALL, " Jevil explained, magically pulling a blanket out from behind his back and tossing it to Spamton, who caught it out of surprise. The salesman really didn't know what to think of all of this... The clown had never been nice to him like this. The other boss-darkner tended to be cold behind that mischievous, playful look in his eyes... He was that one step away from freedom, blocking his only escape to the real world.. HEAVEN. ... but never had Jevil acted like this before... It almost reminded him of a family he lost long ago.
The doll looked down at the blanket in his lap. Then up at the clown.
"I... um... thank you..." Spamton was shocked enough to lose the glitches that stole his speech for just a moment. A sudden "POOF" from under his butt and a cushiony feeling alerted him to the cat bed he was now sitting in. He tried to take offense to that, but he couldn't. Instead he took the opportunity to get some sleep in a real bed...first time in a long time. He curled up, snuggled in the blanket. The salesman drifted off to sleep quickly, having not been this comfortable in so long.
Jevil hummed in content. He needed this. They both did. They were both being tortured endlessly by the game they lived in ... and them fighting all the time was tiring. In this moment they both realized how stupid it was, the endless fighting. They both understood what it was like to be thrown away, not only by society, but by the game itself. If anything they should be allies... No... friends.
Of all the things to make them see that... It was this particular fight. Jevil giggled at the prospect that something so silly may have just permanently changed how the two misfits saw each other.
