#i like to think that because spamton doesn’t exactly have a soul his consciousness has nowhere else to go

[outsockk]

stupidest concept ever i love it

[weirdmageddon]

the amount of times spamton lets kris know and emphasizes he won’t/can’t force them to do anything hits me so hard

he says it not just once, not twice, but three times. so its clearly really important to him that kris knows that.

if there’s one thing spamton deeply cares about, it’s the ability for people to make their own choices. to be able to think for themselves. just to have the option to follow their own judgment. you can of course, still persuade someone to do something, because if you persuade someone that’s still them weighing the pros and cons for themself. they still have the option to choose. he’s pretty principled in this regard.

he wants kris to be able to make their own choices too. as a puppet he can’t have that for himself, and he sees a kindered soul in kris—he sees them as an extension of himself, and so whatever logic applies to him applies to them as well, including his principle of the freedom of choice. that also means the concept of consent would be extremely important to him. he does not want to force his will upon others.

and that’s another point i should touch on. here’s another few lines that strike me as profound.

spamton immediately acknowledges after saying “NO, I DIDN’T HEAR ANYTHING JUST NOW!!!” that something was said, rendering the former line that he didn’t hear anything as bullshit. it’s really hard to put this into words, and i can’t describe it as anything other than desperate. he is so consciously aware of how fucked he is. but for whatever reasons he has a hard time being direct about it.

i do not believe this was due to some metatextual force preventing him from asking for help. i think it’s just his personality and his principles.

he doesn’t want to force his will on others. so he has to do it indirectly. he’d feel a bit of shame, i guess, in asking for help. i mean he does want help but he needs to ask for it indirectly. you know how some people are like, “just asking …. for a friend”? it’s EXACTLY like that. he knows he needs help and does want help but he can’t accept that. he can’t let himself seem cringe and maudlin with no good reason. so he has to cast his personal sentiment off into the objective ether and like, separate it from himself, or subject it to logical scaffolding. he doesn’t understand why someone would value individual sentiments over reason; it feels like an accident for him to be feeling something. unless he assumes control over it for the sake of creating a deliberate sentimental impact on others, he’s got the “if i said anything worrying no i didnt <3” mindset.

you could get it out of him but only if you sat down and went, “okay. let’s be real with each other..level with me. tell me your demons and i’ll tell you mine. fair?” and he realizes he has nothing to hide or lose. because what’s happening here is that you’d be giving him persmission—consent. he doesn’t want to drop something heavy on you if the context is not appropriate for it. he doesn’t want to impose his will on you. he won’t force you to listen, he can’t force you. the world does not move towards him, he moves towards the world. he needs your consent that it’s okay first. because otherwise he senses that he is bringing the atmosphere down. that is why spamton was so quick to brush off his cry for help. it wasn’t professional. it wasn’t in his controlled presentation that he chooses to manifest for the sake of others. and it’s like, “fuck i cant do that to a customer. fuck me. they don’t wanna hear that. i need to be a good host to them.” (and good GOD i feel that SO fucking hard it’s unreal. “how are you feeling?” hey hey that’s MY thing to ask. let’s not get too carried away.)

anyway. going back to the beginning, these lines, not only just by themselves in isolation, but also in the context of being repeated for emphasis, is genuinely one of spamton’s most touching aspects i think. auhhaaahhgghhh

[blazichu]

I am intrigued by the concept of throwing spamton at k_k would you mind elaborating

Well, I have a little planned/written out, but idk if it's enough to build off of for real. This is mostly plot related, though there’s a little bit of character interaction for flavor:

The general premise is that Spamton’s consciousness is a disk at one point and K_K, obviously, is a CD player. I know the formats are different, but we’re just gonna roll with it so we have a plot.

The situation is kind of a parallel to Kris and the Red Soul, in that, with Spamton there, K_K doesn't have a ton of control over what they're doing.

They can veto certain actions-- especially if it's something that would hurt Cap'n or Sweet-- but it's tough on them.

Both of them can talk-- K_K as usual, Spamton through their speakers-- but the only thing K_K can hear is whatever Spamton's saying, and Spamton can hear everything but K_K. This is actually important.

(It’s less that K_K can hear him, and more that they can interpret the vibrations coming from their speakers fairly accurately.)

Because of K_K's interference, Spamton is under the impression that 'his' body is glitching out.

Spamton is also less deadly than usual. Since he's getting all sensory information second hand, his reaction times suck, on top of being stymied by K_K. (Still has ~400 bagels that can be thrown, though.)

Of course Sweet and Cap’n have been trying to figure out what the heck, but K_K can’t exactly hear them/respond, and spends most interactions trying to warn anyone away from themself.

Spamton, meanwhile, is pissed off because Kris didn’t follow through on their deal, and now he’s in a body that doesn’t suit his purposes. He specifically requested big, not tall.

The trick to resolving this situation is getting Spamton to realize that he's puppeteering someone else. He legitimately didn’t know that up front. Maybe it’s just my read on the character, but I feel like being the person controlling someone else wouldn’t be a point of pride for him.

Removing the disk from K_K’s CD slot resolves the issue.

The only thing I really have from there is that, post-crisis, K_K starts skipping-- as in how a CD skips-- when they talk/play music, and it really bothers them. They think it’s going to ruin the group’s work.

This is promptly shut down, because that’s not what’s important here-- but, also, it’s just another sound they could use. They can always branch out into glitch music.

(The skipping mostly acts up when they’re agitated, anyway, so they’re good. It’s just been a stressful day.)