#ghsh

"Oh neat, finder's keepers-"

"I'M SORRY BUT I BELIEVE THAT SWEET, SWEET [Kromer] RIGHTFULLY BELONGS TO ME. YOU AREN'T SLICK. I SAW YOU PLUCK IT OUT OF MY [Garbage Home]. HAND IT OVER AND NOBODY [Except You] GETS HURT!!"

You just stared at the robotic puppet in annoyance, not breaking eye-contact as you shoved the dark dollars into your pocket. It was worth $100 and you weren't about to surrender that anytime soon. "Not a chance, buddy. I'm more broke than you are so I need it more."

"BROKE?? ALL OUT OF THOSE [Wacky Stacks???] FINDING YOURSELF IN CRIPPLING DEBT??? WELL HOW ABOUT-"

"No deals. You're just gonna cheat me out of it so you can take the hundred and run."

".....NOW DON'T MAKE ME FIGHT WITH A [Hot Single Ladies in Your Area] LIKE YOURSELF!"

"Fight? Sounds like you're trying to flirt." You snickered.

Spamton's face just burned red at the realization that his own voice betrayed him. 'Curse these damn glitches'. But he was determined to get that damn money from you at all costs. It was his, not yours!

"Hey is that Kris over there?"

"WHERE?!!!" He spun around eagerly, disappointed to not see anyone..until he realized he was tricked and heard you running off. "HEY!! STOP THIEF!!!"

It ended up being a wild chase throughout Cyber City, with him summoning weird blue eggs that exploded into...miniature copies of his head? They only succeeded in causing a traffic collision when you made it into the heart of the city.

It was bizarre but then again what wasn't bizarre about the Dark World?

Lucky for you, an Ambyu-Lance managed to block Spamton's way when they noticed his red face and immediately assumed he had a high fever. While he was stuck trying to make a quick deal with the syringe creature, you kept running.

Eventually you made it to Cyber Field and spotted the junk shop, deciding to hide there. You were part of the rebel group so they allowed you in anytime.

"Hey, hey, miss!!"

"What's shaking?"

"You look tired. Need sum music to help ya relax?"

"Hey..fellas..I'm alright." You huffed, trying to catch your breath. "I just gotta hide for a bit. Don't tell anybody I'm here."

The trio of robots suspected the Queen was on your tail, so they quickly hid you behind the counter. But to their surprise it wasn't her who burst through the door but-

"Ugh it's you again.." Sweet grumbled.

"[Y/N]!! THAT STUPID AMBYU-LANCE DIDN'T TAKE MY OFFER SO I'M [More Pissed Off] NOW!!" Spamton stormed in, marching over to the counter and slamming his hands onto it. "YOU THREE. WHERE IS SHE?!"

"Woah, woah. Chill out, man." Cap'n muttered, waving his hands. "You're not tryna get her to sneak into the mansion now, are ya?"

"NO. SHE STOLE 100 [Kromer] FROM MY TRASH BIN AND I'M HERE TO [Claim Prize Now!] I KNOW SHE WENT IN HERE!!"

"Well.." K_K looked left and right, before shaking his head. "She ain't here. And technically ain't your trash all of the citizens' trash?"

"Yeah." Sweet agreed. "Who're you to say that's your cash?"

"Nice rhyming, Sweet."

"Thanks, Cakes! We could turn it into a funky beat-"

"ENOUGH!!" Spamton shouted. "SAY, WHAT IF I OFFER YOU ALL A [Sweet Sassy Deal] IN EXCHANGE FOR HER WHEREABOUTS? IT'LL GET YOUR [Music] ADVERTISED ALL OVER TOWN!"

You tried to stay as quiet as possible underneath the counter, but when the trio of robots actually considered taking his offer, you knew you couldn't let them get scammed. They were idiots but you cared about them.

"No deals." You sprang up and glared at him. "You lived in that dump long enough. You could've found it sooner but you didn't. Just give it a rest already."

"THAT'S NOT VERY [Big Shot] OF YOU, [Y/N]-"

Without warning, K_K jumped over the counter and picked him up, crushing the puppet as he yelled and kicked his legs. "We'll stall 'im. You get on outta here!"

"Sorry, Spam. In this world it's finder's keepers, losers weepers." Teasingly waving the stack of dark dollars, you bolted out of the shop, ignoring Spamton's yells of outrage.