#swatchling/reader

[executie]

An illustration for a Deltarune fanfic I haven't finished writing yet

[lokisis]

Alright you [slimes], this is my most recent sneo with lightner soul concept and you’ll Finally get to know why I made them (sorta spoilers for rfas? Not really but just in case)

Originally, I planned for the mansion to start collapsing due to Neo's destruction and corruption of the basement. Kinda like taking out the linchpin yknow? Spam protects the reader from a falling piece of rubble b4 talking with the Addisons. They needed to evacuate everyone. Sneo goes to say he'll take care of the mansion, but a large chunk of rubble falls. He of course saves the reader, by pushing them back with his wings.

But reader and Spam would get separated, corraling one outside and the other further into the mansion. Spam says 'just go up top! I'll get you!' and who are you to disagree? Of course, it's not that easy. The werewerewires attack Sneo, and the remaining staff don't take kindly to you freeing the Neo suit.

You eventually make your way to the roof. Queen greets you up there, she expected this to happen. You fight her and a couple Swatchlings. But you're still... weak. From everything that happened. They force you to the edge of the mansion roof. And of course, because it's already unstable, the roof crumbles under your feet.

You fall.

Spamton fucking freaks (internally of course). He scales the building just to catch you in mid-air. And when you tell him to just take your soul and Finish this, he vehemently tells you No. He won't. He won't! You don't give him a choice. A selfish play, but the only true way to save you both.

You force your soul into the Neo suit.

I wouldn't quite call it telepathy, but you can communicate with Spamton even without your body. You let him have most of the control, hence why it so Heavily leans towards Spamton's design. He leaves your body safely with the Addisons, and goes back to the roof.

You ask what he’s doing.

Waiting for Her.

Giga queen emerges and she's pissed!! Most of the fight is like the one from ch2, save for the size difference (sneo is still only 15 feet tall, giga is around 50). Spam is still at an advantage. He's used to being smaller than most, and it still applies here. Though he does show off, just a bit. When giga tries to punch at him, he grabs her arm, not letting go even when she recoils, and Rips Her Arm Off.

After defeating the queen, Spam gives your soul back so quickly it looks like it burns him to hold it. He doesn't want to do that again. And everyone is ok!! Happy days!!

The end!!

That's not what happens though. And it's not the only ending I've scrapped. Will I add them somewhere else? Who knows ;)

[kakusu-shipping]

Emile Hides - He/She

Agender - Fray/Panromantic - Asexual - Polyam

24 years old

Autistic - OCD - Anxiety

Age Regressor - Permakid - Age Locked

Proship - Self Ship - Fudanshi

Art Tag: Emile’s Arts

Writing Tag: Emile’s Writing

Edit Tag: Emile's Edits

This is my Ship and Let Ship blog where I post about ships I like, Self Ship as loudly as possible, write X Readers curated to me and me alone, and ramble about my F/Os in the tags of other people’s posts.

Full F/O list under the cut (Very Long)

Romantic F/Os

Koro-Sensei - Assassination Classroom

Toshinori Yagi (All Might) - My Hero Academia

Nezu - My Hero Academia

Mashirao Ojiro + Neito Monoma + Hitoshi Shinso - My Hero Academia

Taishiro Toyomitsu (Fatgum) + Kendo Rappa - My Hero Academia

Atsuhiro Sako (Mr. Compress) + Jin Bubaigawa (Twice) - My Hero Academia

All For One - My Hero Academia

Makarov Dreyar - Fairy Tail

Toma E. Fiore + Mako - Fairy Tail

Jackpot - Fairy Tail/OC

Zanoba Shirone - Jobless Reincarnation

Leuvis - The Promised Neverland

Kyube - Madoka Magica

Ginko - Mushishi

Takashi Morinozuka - Ouran Highschool Host Club

Kometani Chushaku + Naruse Shisuto - Komi Can't Communicate

Masato Hanzawa - Sasaki and Miyano/Hirano and Kagiura

Gonzaburo Taishiro - Sasaki and Miyano/Hirano and Kagiura

Franky Franklin - Spy X Family

Riri - Romantic Killer

Junta Hayami - Romantic Killer

Harunobu Nikaidou - March comes in like a Lion

Otsu + Minegishi - Manly Appetites

Muta - The Cat Returns

Scorpia - She-Ra

Bismuth + Peridot + Lapis - Steven Universe

Eda Clawthorn + Raine Whispers - The Owl House

Hieronymus Bump - The Owl House

Good Billions + Bad Billions - Kipo and the age of the Wonderbeasts

Tad Mullholand - Kipo and the age of the Wonderbeasts

Ruby Gloom + Skull Boy - Ruby Gloom

The Snork - Moominvalley 2019

Lynn Angel + Nick Hoult - All Saints Street

Teddy - Bob's Burgers

Heimerdinger - Arcane

Sisu - Raya and the Last Dragon

Zack Binspin - Moshi Monsters

Allhands - Drawga

Gyorik Rogdul + Grendan Highforge + Rosé - Drawtectives

James - Pokemon Anime

N - Pokemon Black/White

Lillie - Pokemon Sun/Moon

Molayne + Sophocles - Pokemon Sun/Moon

Guzma - Pokemon Masters

Milo + Gordie - Pokemon Sword/Shield

Jacq + Saguaro + Salvatore + Hassel - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet

Kieran + Drayton - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet

Hydreigon - Pokemon Black/White2

Chesnaught - Pokemon XY

Inteleon - Pokemon Sword/Shield

Armarouge (Charlos) - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet

Sirfetch'd - Pokemon Anime

Captain Pikachu - Pokemon Anime

Heracross - Monster Mind

Smeargle + Kecleon - Monster Mind

Mario + Luigi - Super Mario

C.Q. Cumber - Splatoon 2

Mr. Grizz - Splatoon 3

Jel La Fleur - Splatoon 3

Isabelle + Tom Nook + Redd + Brewster - Animal Crossing

Papyrus - Undertale

Vulkin - Undertale

Swatchlings - Deltarune

Viktor Humphries - Slime Rancher

Dick Gumshoe - Ace Attorney

Raymond Sheilds - Ace Attorney

Phineas Flilch - Ace Attorney

Hifumi Yamada + Celestia Ludenburgh - Danganronpa 1

Teruteru Hanamura - Danganronpa 2

Toko Fukawa + Genocide Jack - Danganronpa UDG

Ryoma Hoshi + Gonta Gokuhara - Danganronpa V3

Monokuma - Danganronpa series

Shirokuma - Danganronpa series

Kyle Klim (K) + Luna - Virtue's Last Reward

GTM-CM-G-OLM - Virtue's Last Reward

Kazuaki Nanaki + Hitori Uzune - Hatoful Boyfriend

The King - Hatoful Boyfriend

Zenyatta - Overwatch

Ramattra - Overwatch

B.O.B. + Bars - Overwatch

Maximillien - Overwatch

Lynx17 - Overwatch

Iggy - Overwatch

Toy Freddy + Funtime Freddy - Five Nights at Freddy's AU

Nightmare Fredbear - Five Nights at Freddy's 4

Sun - Five Nights at Freddy's Security Breach

Leshy - Inscryption

Magnificus - Inscryption

Theodore DaCabe (The New Prince) - Chzo Mythos

Anna (The Huntress) - Dead by Daylight

Al-An - Subnautica Below Zero

Candyman - Lethal League

Gabocha - Suikoden 2

Richmond - Suikoden 2

Neclord - Suikoden 2

Luca Blight - Suikoden 2

Andras - Hell's Library

Jill Wolcott - Wayward Children

Reed + Leigh - Middlegame

Queerplatonics/Metamours

Aguri Yukimura - Assassination Classroom - Queerplatonic

Mei Hatsume - My Hero Academia - Queerplatonic

Reedus Jonah - Fairy Tail - Queerplatonic

Pantherlily - Fairy Tail - Queerplatonic

Peridot - Steven Universe - Queerplatonic

Nemona - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet - Queerplatonic

Raifort - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet - Queerplatonic

Bowser - Super Mario - Queerplatonic

Cobb - Animal Crossing - Queerplatonic

Genocider Syo (Genocide Jack/Jill) - Danganronpa UDG - Queerplatonic

Winston - Overwatch - Queerplatonic

Goobert - Inscryption - Queerplatonic

Neito Monoma + Hitoshi Shinso - My Hero Academia - Metamours

Naruse Shisuto - Komi Can't Communicate - Metamour

Minegishi - Manly Appetites - Metamour

Baron Humbert Gon Gikkingen - The Cat Returns - Metamour

Nick Hoult - All Saints Street - Metamour

Brassius - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet - Metamour

Princess Peach + Princess Daisy + Prince Peasely - Super Mario - Metamours

Shuu Iwamine - Hatoful Boyfriend - Metamour

Maugaloa Malosi - Overwatch - Friends with Benefits

Abra - Monster Mind - Friends with Benefits

Grovyle - Monster Mind - Friends with Benefits

Buizel - Monster Mind - Friends with Benefits

Rhydon - Monster Mind - Friends with Benefits

Sandslash - Monster Mind - Friends with Benefits

Lucario - Monster Mind - Friends with Benefits

Drayden - Pokemon Black/White - Trainer

Wilkstrom - Pokemon X/Y - Trainer

Salvatore - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet - Trainer

Shiintonic - Pokemon Anime - Partner

Stoutland (Rusty) - Pokemon Anime - Partner

Mincinno (Nezu) - Pokemon Sword/Shield - Partner

Armarouge (Charlos) - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet - Partner

Koraidon - Pokemon Scarlet - Partner

Ogerpon (Clementine) - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet - Partner

Weavile - Pokemon - Partner

Familials

Heatran + Entei - Pokemon - Parents

Marlo + Dora - Animal Crossing - Parents

Ginko + Adashino - Mushishi - Parents

Tony Mario - Mario Movie - Father

Mr. Grizz - Splatoon 3 - Father

William Afton - FNaF Series - Father

Ridley Wizen - Suikoden 2 - Father

Bumi - Avatar: The Last Airbender - Father

Singed - Arcane - Father

Frank Columbo - Columbo - Father

Opal - Pokemon Sword/Shield - Mother

Briar - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet - Mother

Beware - Pokemon Anime - Mother

Toriel - Undertale - Mother

Reaper Leviathan - Subnautica - Mother

Alder - Pokemon Black/White - Parental Figure

Toadsworth - Super Mario - Parental Figure

Mondatta - Overwatch - Parental Figure

Nezu - My Hero Academia - Parental Figure

Clavell - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet - Grandfather

Rizzo - Animal Crossing - Grandfather

Craig Cuttlefish - Splatoon - Grandfather

Kaoru Toudou - Baka and Test - Grandmother

Drayden - Pokemon Black/White - Uncle

Aang - Avatar: The Last Airbender - Uncle

Petri - Animal Crossing - Aunt

Elizabeth Afton - FNaF Series - Big Sister

Mitsuki Bakugo - My Hero Academia - Big Sister

Sekijiro Kan - My Hero Academia - Big Brother

Boris Wizen - Suikoden 2 - Big Brother

Micheal Afton - FNaF Series - Big Brother

Molayne - Pokemon Sun/Moon - Big Brother

Jelonzo - Splatoon - Big Brother

James Ratari - The Promised Neverland - Big Brother

Peter Ratari - The Promised Neverland - Little Brother

Victini - Pokemon Black/White - Little Brother

Arven - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet - Little Brother

Mirai Sasaki (Sir Nighteye) - My Hero Academia - Twin Brother

Kyoya Ootori - Ouran Highschool Host Club - Found Sibling

Cyrus - Pokemon Platinum - Found Sibling

Genji Shimada - Overwatch - Found Sibling

Ramattra - Overwatch - Found Sibling

Micheal Bleak - Wayward Children - Found Sibling

Mario + Luigi - Super Mario - Cousins

Ingo + Emmet - Pokemon Black/White - Cousins

Callie + Marie - Splatoon - Cousins

Sophocles - Pokemon Sun/Moon - Cousin

Samson - Animal Crossing - Cousin

Ira Blood - All Saints Street - Cousin

Cosmog (Nebby) - Pokemon Sun/Moon - Daughter

Amy Rose - Sonic Series - Daughter

Berdly - Deltarune - Daughter

Akito Sohma - Fruits Basket - Daughter

Julie - Jobless Reincarnation - Daughter

Jack + Jill Wolcott - Wayward Children - Daughters

Bede + Allister - Pokemon Sword/Shield - Sons

Pecharunt (Momotaro) - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet - Son

Rabbid Luigi (Louis) - Mario + Rabbids - Son

Espio - Sonic Series - Son

Neito Monoma - My Hero Academia - Son

Inasa Yoarashi - My Hero Academia - Son

Ichiban Natsuno - Mix; Meisei Story - Son

Black Hat - Villainous - Son

The Collector - The Owl House - Son

Hastur - The Baby in Yellow - Son

Sam - Trick R' Treat - Child

Luz + King + Hunter - Kids

Bowser Jr. + Koopalings - Super Mario - Kids

The Lab Kids - Animal Crossing - Kids

Boss Salmonids - Splatoon 3 - Kids

Warriors of Hope - Danganronpa UDG - Kids

The Monokubs - Danganronpa V3 - Kids

Rosalina - Super Mario - Niece

Sonic + Tails - Sonic Series - Nephews

Jelfonzo - Splatoon - Nephew

Katsuki Bakugo - My Hero Academia - Nephew

Snufkin - Moominvalley 2019 - Nephew

Laxus Dreyar - Fairy Tail - Grandson

505 - Villainous - Grandson

Zanoba Shirone - Jobless Reincarnation - Student

The Squidbeak Splatoon - Splatoon - Family

The Rising Volt Tacklers - Pokemon Horizons - Family

Wonderworld Inhabitants - Balan Wonderworld - Family

Danganronpa V3 Cast - Danganronpa UDG - Family

The Fairy Tail Guild - Fairy Tail - Family

Class 3-E - Assassination Classroom - Family

Fatfam - My Hero Academia - Family

League of Villains - My Hero Academia - Family

The Sohmas - Fruits Basket - Family

The Evil Slasher Orphanage - Various - Family

Besties

Toshimitsu Kubo - Baka and Test

Shoko Kirishima - Baka and Test

Irina Jelavic + Tadaomi Karasuma - Assassination Classroom

UA Teachers - My Hero Academia

Lucy's Celestial Spirits - Fairy Tail

Samuel - Fairy Tail

Yuuko Ichihara + Kimihiro Watanuki + Shizuka Domeki - XXXHolic

The Host Club - Ouran Highschool Host Club

Ritsu Sohma - Fruits Basket

Makoto Katai - Komi Can't Communicate

Miyano Yoshikazu + Sasaki Shuumei - Sasaki and Miyano

Hanazawa Masato - Sasaki and Miyano

Kuei - Avatar: The Last Airbender

Entrapta + Hordak - She-Ra

Grime + Sasha - Amphibia

Iris + Misery + Frank and Len - Ruby Gloom

The Joxter - Moominvalley

Flug Syls - Villainous

Jessie + Meowth + Wobbuffet - Pokemon Anime

Cheren + Bianca - Pokemon Black/White

Hau + Gladion - Pokemon Sun/Moon

Dendra + Miriam - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet

Team Star - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet

The Leauge Club - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet

Grimer - Monster Mind

Elvin Gadd - Super Mario

Metal Mario + Gooigi - Super Mario AU

Doctor Mario + Mr. L - Super Mario AU

Pearl + Marina - Splatoon

Spyke - Splatoon

The Mad Scientist Team - Animal Crossing

Chara - Undertale

Kris - Deltarune

Chihiro Fujisaki + Kiyotaka Ishimaru + Mondo Owada - Danganronpa 1

Kazuichi Soda - Danganropa 2

Ultimate Imposter + Ryoma Mitarai - Danganronpa 3

Hiroko Hagakura + Yuta Asahina + Taichi Fujisaki - Danganronpa UDG

The Nightmare Animatronics - Five Nights at Freddy's 4

Bonbon - Five Nights at Freddy's; Sister Location

Moon - Five Nights at Freddy's; Security Breach

Helpi - Five Nights at Freddy's; Security Breach RUIN

Huggy Wuggy + Mommy Long Legs - Poppy Playtime

Jamison Fawks (Junkrat) + Mako Rutledge (Roadhog) - Overwatch

Younster Squad (All heroes in their early 20's) - Overwatch

Team Talon - Overwatch

Nina - Suikoden 2

Klaus Windmier + Sierra Mikain - Suikoden 2

Claire + Brevity + Hero + Ramiel - Hell's Library

Thankyou very much for Reading

Crush List - Fictonal Foe List - Agere List - Ship Lists - Kin List - Koro-Sensei's F/O List

[hotpinkboots]

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~"System Overheat"~

(Pt. 1/2)

(Queen x Fem!Reader Oneshot)

THERE'S HARDLY ANY QUEEN FANFIC??? NOT on MY WATCH darlings this is not okay

Summary: Queen is delighted to see you at her party.

Note(s): Reader is said to be wearing a dress (specifically the dress that Orange Addison sells aka Mettaton's dress), reminder that Queen is like 7-8 freaking feet tall, Queen and (Y/N) are stupid as hell and in love, I only use a tiny bit of grammar for Queen so good luck, part 2 coming soon 🤭

How Long It Took To Write: 3 hours

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"OHOOOOHOHOHOHO!"

Queen's boisterous laugh echoed down the hall. Swatchlings were bustling about, preparing food (which mostly consisted of battery acid pies, microchip salads, and spaghetti made of wires), and serving guests. Two Swatchlings had gasped at your beauty and insisted on walking you into the party, your arms linked snugly with theirs.

Other guests at the party wore nothing fancy. They all came as they were.

But not you.

You wore a beautiful periwinkle and sky blue gown. It felt cheap, slightly itchy, but it looked like it was worth millions. You felt glorious, you looked glorious. You were glorious. Heads turned as soon as the Swatchlings used their free hands to push open the large doors that lead into the Great Hall.

Queen, who had been in the middle of sipping from her fifth glass of battery acid, stopped everything she was doing to stare across the room at you. Her jaw dropped, her screen flashed a shocked "OMG", and she stood up abruptly. In doing so, she almost stepped on Nubert.

The Swatchlings unlinked their arms from yours to bow at the approaching Queen. Each then politely told you to enjoy the party, before they departed to help the others serve and clean. You waved goodbye to your escorts, then looked up as Queen's comically tipsy sounding voice spoke to you.

"(Y/N) Sweetie Honey Darling Gravy You Look Stunning"

"Lovely"

"Perfect, Even"

"..."

"In Fact You Are Stealing My Spotlight How Rude Of You" she prodded you in the arm playfully with her knuckle, so hard that she accidentally sent you stumbling backwards a step.

You gave a scoff of pure amusement, and quickly restabilized your balance. You opened your mouth to give a playful retort and a compliment to her in return, but you were unable to get a single word in before she started blabbering again. Even more delighted by her ridiculous ramblings, you humored her, and listened while she began going on and on about the most absurd things.

"Do You Happen To Be Lacking In Potassium Because I Ordered Bananas The Other Day And Meant To Type "5" But One Of The Tasques Jumped Onto The Keyboard And Accidentally Sent An Order For 5,936 Bananas. We Now Have 5,936 Bananas And I Do Not Know What To Do With Them. They Are Currently In Their Own Room Undergoing Professional Peeling"

"Did You See That New Swan Boat In The Free Pool That's Why I Asked About Your Favorite Bird The Other Day (But I Forgot So I Just Got The Swan Because Swans Are Pretty And You're Pretty Too)"

"Did You Notice That I Bought Myself New High Heels They Are The Exact Same As Every Other Pair I Own But Shinier. I Also Bought You A Pair So We Can Match- Oh Wait That Was Supposed To Be A Surprise LOL Dang (Damn)"

"Okay Enough About Me Let's Talk About You Have A Seat"

You blinked. All of her words had begun to mesh into one very long sentence that you hadn't been keeping up with, and before you knew it, you had absentmindedly walked across the long room with her, and now you were standing at the foot of her luxurious throne. Queen often invited you to sit with her on the throne. You usually perched on the armrest while the two of you went about spectating and playfully harassing people. This occurred so often that there was a slight dip in the armrest from your constant sitting on it.

Queen sat down and elegantly crossed her left leg over her right. She slung her arm around your waist to guide you to sit with her. With a bit of difficulty (due to how large the throne was), you made it to your usual spot, your legs neatly tucked under yourself. Queen reached her free hand over to smooth out your dress for you.

"Have I Told You That You Look Cool"

You grinned and nodded, leaning against her, a giddy feeling in your heart. Now that you could finally get a word in, you accepted the compliment. "Thank you!" You replied sweetly, "You look perfect, as usual, your Majesty," you replied in a frolicsome tone. Queen gave a pleased smile, lifting her glass to sip her battery acid. After a long sip, she looked at you again.

"Thank You Sweetie ILY-" she hiccupped, hand briefly pressing against her chest as she did. It was unclear if it was genuine or if she had done it to distract from the fact she said 'ILY' without thinking. She was never the type to shy away from showing over the top affection, but dropping "I love you" was different for her.

You just took it in a friendly way. "Love you, too!"

Queen's screen briefly flashed what looked like a keyboard smash.

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Part 2 coming soon 👀 she's so silly fr darling I adore her terribly

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[sylphidine]

[Fic Excerpt] Stars

I come bearing Yuletide gifts, gentle readers!

Have a winter-themed chapter of a longer Swatchton fic previously posted on AO3. The premise is based on Penbwl's Spamsician AU and set in the future in Castle Town. Swatch and Spamton are both elderly; the younger Swatchlings have taken over the Color Cafe. Swatch is free to create art to their heart's content. Spamton in this AU glitches in song lyrics rather than in ads and l33tspeak; he still plays piano and sings, but he's getting a bit arthritic.

Enjoy!

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One of the drawbacks of being married to a visual artist was that they sometimes dragged their partner into situations that weren't always comfortable, just so they could "soak up inspiration".

Fortunately for Spamton, that drawback was negated by the fact that the visual artist he was married to was Swatch, who also happened to be a textile artist.

And one of the many benefits to having Swatch as a partner was that there seemed to be a never-ending supply of knitted goods in the apartment they shared. This never-ending supply stood Spamton in good stead on this cold winter night as he and Swatch sat together in the porch swing set up on the balcony outside Swatch’s studio.  They were both swaddled in sweaters, scarves, hats, and afghans, with two tasques and a phearrette snuggled up on their laps. Meta4 and SimiLee each had their own sweaters in dark blue and white stripes; Slinky had a solid sweater in periwinkle stretching over the pneumatic tube that was her middle, leaving her back legs and her wire-coil tail swinging free and dangling off the edge of the swing cushion.

The sky above Castle Town was awash with the starscape that changed so slowly it seemed to never change at all, other than some lights varying their sparke. The warm lamp-glow spilling from the studio through the sliding glass doors was apparently enough for Swatch to see by, because the pencil in their hand was virtually flying over the pad of paper balanced on the knee that was not claimed by a trilling SimiLee.

Spamton loved watching Swatch work on their art; it was so different from what he did while he was composing at the piano or performing on stage. Spamton’s music burst out of him, pulled out of his bones and blood; Swatch’s paintings seemed to take form from the quiet introspective center of their mind. That wasn’t to say that Spamton’s music didn’t have moments of sweetness and delicacy, or that Swatch’s canvases didn’t have great splashes of fierceness and flamboyance.  But the sheer focus that Swatch put into their creation looked to Spamton as though his husband had to go inward rather than outward to express themself.

Tonight Swatch was sketching the sky above them, and then adding great swirls of stars and clouds. Spamton looked forward to seeing the colours Swatch would use when they transformed the sketch into paint. Silver? Gold? Blue? Purple?  Probably all of those colours and more.

Without consciously intending to do so, he started to sing a Lightner song under his breath, “Now the starlight which has found me/Lost for a million years/Tries to linger as it fills my eyes/'Tll it disappears/Could it be that somebody else is/Looking into my mind/Some other place/Somewhere/Some other time.’

Swatch turned their head slightly toward Spamton when some of the words caught their attention, but they still continued to draw as they asked their husband, “Do you ever think that there might be other worlds out there, not just the Lightners’ world? Worlds where there could be a different you and a different me?”

“Different how?�� 

“Hmmmm. If each one of those stars has a world around it, how different would you and I be? Is there a world where you’re a tasque and I’m a maus? Is there a world where we’re two pirate captains on one ship? Is there a world where I’m a prince like Ralsei and you’re the rose I keep under glass? Is there a world where you’re the butler and I’m the salesman? Is there..” Swatch trailed off, lost in thought, and their pencil slowed.

Spamton didn’t have to think long before answering. “[[We may be planetary, but it's time we had some suns.]] If there are lots of other yous and lots of other mes, I’d hope they’re all [[so happy together]] as we are.” He gently took the pencil out of Swatch’s hand and leaned over to kiss his husband on the side of their beak.

The painting, when it was completed a few weeks later, showed shapes in the star patterns, shapes that resembled a multitude of Swatches and an equal multitude of Spamtons, each reaching out to one another across the vastness of the night sky.

Full fic here...

[manofthepipis]

hi hi dont mind me

⟟ do have ⏃ question tho

about spamtons room in the castle

can u like- describe in detail what it looks like? or even do ⏃ super simple sketch? im having ⏃ tough time imagining it

also ⟟ love ur fic sm it makes me so happy

aaaa hi!!! :D i never mind! i'm so happy you like the fic!!

tho lol settings to me are my achilles heel and i don't get super specific for that reason as i keep it relatively vague and leave the imagination for a mental map up to the reader while describing key things but i did have an idea i don't think i've ever mentioned due to the fic being spamton's pov

i had this idea that spamton's room in the castle is more on the luxury side, as when you hear from the swatchling in-game that the mansion room belonged to spamton, the party is back together and it's not just kris that's getting that bit of big shot lore. after the neo battle, at least in this au, i'd feel like ralsei would want to make him feel more at home with giving him a room that's similar to what he got to experience living in the mansion so he can feel specil once again :'D

[the-blind-geisha]

Honestly I just wanted to be sure you were up to a request, bc I have had one rattling around

But. Thinking abt a ill or weakened MC being taken care of by these birbs is a good train of thought. Some soft and excellent content of them just helping take care of a human who's having a bit of trouble for a few days.

A/N: It's no problem at all~. I don't mind doing small things here and there. It's only my 9K or so word fics I cannot do, as I usually open those with a 'throw at me what you got' post. But I can do some like 3 page or so stories and headcanon things. X3 So I'll see about them taking care of MC~.

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Getting caught in rain probably wasn't the best idea for you and your health. Having done it many times before, you didn't think it would have any ramifications, but as life would have it—no. Fever, being miserable, and very weakened, it was hellish to even consider moving out of bed.

Well... the bed that the Swatchlings directed you towards, anyways, when they saw you collapse in Castle Town.

You woke to find four of them looming over you in intense worry. One green, blue, red, and yellow.

“They're awake,” squawked the green.

“Thank the Light,” you swore you heard the yellow murmur.

“What... where am I...?” you asked, trying to get yourself to move at least upright in the bed you found yourself within. When you attempted, pain struck through you, making you flinch.

The red Swatchling came to your side, urging you to be still as the warmth of his black feathers kept you still. “Don't move so much, young master. You fainted from a fever. We wanted to be certain you were all right.”

Fainted? The illness from a downpour got that bad? That was odd. Never had a fever or anything struck you down that poorly before. “That's one...intense fever...” Admittedly, you were burning up.

To be certain you were still quite warm for a human, the blue Swatchling moved his hand near your cheeks. His feathers puffed at the sensation. “Still a bit hot for one of their kind.”

“I'll be just a moment,” the red Swatchling insisted with a bow. “I'll return with some water to drink.” He removed himself in haste from the room to do so.

“Is there anything else we can get for you?” The green one was tapping the tips of his fingers together in excitement at what you could ask of him. Being butlers, they lived to serve.

The yellow one chimed in. “Something to eat, maybe?”

You noted the blue one sweating a bit at the very thought. “I don't know about that. They are sick. It would be ill advised to do such a thing. They could become sicker.”

Yellow stifled a low trilling sound in their throat. “Oh, right. More to clean up if that happens....”

Your lips thinned at the very thought of being that sick. So far, you just felt achy all over, a bit sweaty and weak. However, you dared not push the thought of food so soon really. “I'm, uh... I'm fine, thanks.”

The red one returned, bringing the water to your side. “Do you need help drinking it, young master?”

“I promise, I'm not that debilitated but thanks.” At least, you wanted to hope not. Trying to sit upright in bed to even be at a proper sitting position to grab and drink the water so it didn't go everywhere, you found yourself struggling. Those so-called minor aches shot worse pain through your body, reminding you that you were far more ill than you gave yourself credit for.

The blue one began to panic, bringing his balled up hands to his beak with a wide-eyed stare. “Oh, umm, young master? It might be better you not stress yourself.”

Green moved closer to you, ushering his arm behind your neck to assist you into a sitting position. “There. Is this better?”

It hurt to even have him move you, but it was better that someone else let your muscles relax at the very least. “Y-Yeah. Thanks.”

The moment you tried to grab the glass, red moved it away. “It's all right. I can help you myself, young master.”

Hearing such a title felt unbefitting for someone such as yourself. “It's okay to call me by my name.” You told them what it was, making them all simultaneously speak it amongst themselves. It reminded you of a group of birds parroting a word they just learned.

“Well, don't worry then,” red began once more, tailoring your name to his speech. “We will take care of everything from here. Don't you worry about a thing.”

Before you could hope to add anything onto that, red brought the glass closer to your lips to help you with drinking it. The water was just what your body needed. It was the best relief ever...

The moment you motioned away, the red Swatchling did as you wordlessly ordered. “How did that feel?”

They were all peering at you as if waiting excitedly for an answer. It felt a bit suffocating when they did such a thing. “Umm, great.. thanks, uh...What's your names?”

“Swatchlings,” they all answered in unison.

“You all have the same name...?” you asked, a bit confused.

“Well, you can call me Red Swatchling, if that makes you feel better?” the red one offered. “Only our boss, Swatch, has a different name from us.”

That still sounded a bit odd. “Well, what do you call each other?”

“Friend.”

“Brother.”

“Sister.”

“Swatchling.”

They all had a different answer, making you think (even if your head was killing you). “What about...” You pointed to the red one. “...if I call you Phoenix? And you, the blue one, Berry. And you, the green one, Sage. And for yellow...” You drew a blank for a second, wondering what to call them. “I guess...Canary?” It wasn't unique, but it was good enough.

“If it pleased you, we will accept these names,” Phoenix said as they all bowed. “Now, it would be wise you stay put for the moment. We don't need you getting far worse than you are.” It was there he turned towards the blue one. “I need you to watch them for us, Blue.”

“Berry,” you corrected.

“Oh, right. Berry,” Phoenix said with an apologetic bow towards you. “I'll see if boss has anything the human can eat that won't make them worse off.”

Berry's chest puffed up all content like. “At once.”

As everyone left the room, Berry turned to you with a smile as even his blue eyes upturned in excitement. “Anything I can help you with? It's a pleasure to serve you, young master.”

You reminded him of your name. “I don't think there's a thing I can do right now. I feel so awful,” you grumbled, trying to move yourself back down onto the bed.

Berry moved swiftly to your side, grabbing at your upper arms to lower you with elegant ease back to the bed's pillow and mattress. Knowing you were quite hot, it was there he began to use his feathered hands to fan you. “Feel a bit better now?”

It did feel nice but the aches and everything sure weren't gone. “Thank you, Berry.”

The feathers about his collar fluffed with content. “It's my pleasure. Anything to assist you.”

Phoenix returned an hour later, swapping places with Berry. “Here,” he offered, placing the bed tray down properly nearby so that you could access the food. “Our boss insisted you eat one of his homemade soups. He says Lightners appear to love it when they're sick and search for it all the time. It's called chicken noodle.”

“Oh?”

“Worry not,” Phoenix insisted, perhaps having mistook your words for worry, “it isn't real chicken, as we could never harm a fellow fowl. It is just lumps of more noodles.”

“Well that's lovely,” you commented, not really sure if you'd even have the energy to grab the spoon. It was sad to admit but you were really sapped of your energy.

He titled his head to the side. “Something else wrong?”

“I, umm.. I just...” Did you want to ask for help? It was so embarrassing to feel this weak and useless. “I think I need help eating it...” You lowered your head in shame to confess that.

“Certainly,” Phoenix chirped with delight, grabbing the spoon for you. Scooping up a good bit of the noodles and broth, he moved it closer to your mouth. “Open wide.”

That made you feel like a toddler, but you had to remind yourself what Kris and the others said: that they came from a computer world that had countless data at their fingertips. No doubt they saw this as just humans feeding smaller humans.

Closing your mouth about the spoon, you gladly ate the small bite you were offered. It was far warmer than you wanted it to be. Why would they serve you something so hot to try and make you feel less warm? Why would even the Light World do that?

“How was it?” Phoenix probed, his words showing he was eagerly awaiting your answer.

“It was very good, just very hot too,” you admitted.

“Didn't burn you or anything, did it?”

“No, it didn't.”

“Good, good,” he chanted with an added squawk of delight. “The boss said this will help calm your temperature and feed you in the meantime. I'm hoping for your speedy recovery.”

“Thanks,” you said, looking away as the Swatchling said such a thing so delightedly. “That's weirdly very kind of you.”

“We live to serve, young master,” the Swatchling reminded you.

Once more, you reminded him of your name.

After you managed to eat, you were able to lie down and rest for a bit till Berry came back to check in on you. You didn't notice him at first as they were quiet for giant, muscle like monsters for sure. Being undetectable still, he looked you over with his arms folded behind his back.

“Still warm,” he muttered to himself. “I can feel it a bit from here.” Berry called your name quietly, waking you ever so. “Are you fairing well? It's been a few hours.”

“Has it...?” You were still so tired. All you wanted to do was sleep. On reflex, you glanced out the nearby window only to see darkness.

Right... you were in the Dark World.

“Nearly six to be exact,” the blue Swatchling reminded you. “Would you care for a bath, maybe? I can draw you one.”

“It's not like I could make it to the bath even if I wanted to, Berry.” You were still quite weak. It would take far more than a few hours to just magically recover.

“Well, how about I assist you with one?” he asked with a bow.

Your mind went blank at that very offer. To be honest, you would prefer to have one alone, even if that meant you drowned in the water. Your cheeks warmed worse than before. “I-I can... I can handle myself, thanks!”

Sensing more heat coming from you, Berry's feathered fingers rose to his white masked cheeks. “Oh my, I can feel you're becoming hotter. I should make the bath this instant! Maybe it will aid in your recovery.”

“That's not at all—!”

Too late. He was already gone.

“I don't need this monster seeing me naked...!” you panicked to yourself. However, the second you tried to move, the moment you were reminded of how much it hurt to even consider doing so. One single attempt to try and get out of bed felt like you had run three miles.

Dammit...

Berry returned moments later with a towel that would be suitable for someone human sized. “All right, just allow me to assist you.” With a gentleman's bow, he took to the covers and pulled them off of your body to help in moving you to his arms.

This bird monster was so muscular it was no doubt like you moving your own pillow off of the bed and nothing more. He held you with great caution and a smile to add. You couldn't even encourage your arms to wrap about his thick neck, or rather... it appeared thick... the feathers might have been bluffing that a bit. Who knew, really.

“Being sick is the worst,” you mumbled, resting against his chest. It was weird to confess, but feeling his chest push against your cheek as he breathed was oddly comforting.

“Do not fret. We'll do our best with you.”

With that, he turned and headed to the bathroom.

The moment you were sat down in a nearby chair, Berry began to work on undressing you. What could you even say or do at this point? He was more in control than you were.

You expected for the monster to maybe gasp in horror at your body or something, maybe having never seen a human like this before. But he said and did nothing. He remained professional. Folding your clothes up and out of the way, he returned before you with a bucket of warm water, soap and a bathing sponge.

“Just relax,” Berry insisted with another smile. “I can sense your stress, but there is no need to be so. We're here for you.”

Before you could even respond, he cradled your heel and began to wash the bottom of your feet first.

Still embarrassed by it all, you glanced away. “Th-Thanks, Berry. You're very nice.”

He began to chirp and whistle a song to pass the time, working you from toe to the top of your head. The moment it was over, he carefully dumped the water over you body to wash the shampoo and soap from you. His other feathered hand shielded your eyes, making sure nothing got in them.

With a towel being used to dry you off, he kept you wrapped within it before taking you back into the bedroom with your clothes as well. “Don't worry, dear human. We'll make sure the water doesn't mistreat you this time.”

It wasn't the water that truly could make you sick. It was just the rain that did, but you knew the Swatchling was just trying to help. You couldn't stop yourself but stifle a small laugh at the very childlike naive demeanor they all seemed to have.

“There we go. All dry, unlike last time.” Berry pulled the towel away and then began to put you in cleaner clothing. Well, correction... it was a single white shirt that was probably one of their undershirts.

It was so big on you that it went down past your knees and nearly to your feet.

“Umm, thanks for this...?”

“You're quite welcome! It belonged to Canary. They said you can keep it.”

Your hands were at the bend of where the arm should have been. It was comfortable, really. “It's very sweet of them.”

Berry clapped his hands. “Now then, get back to sleep. We'll check on you in a few more hours. How does that sound? Sage will come in with your dinner soon.” Moving the covers up and over your shoulders, he made sure to tuck you in. “There, all warm but in a good way.”

You didn't feel one hundred percent but, yeah, you felt a good bit better after a bit of rest and a bath. “Thanks again, Berry.”

“My pleasure; my pleasure! It warms me up to know you're doing well.” he chanted with his fingers pyramided before him. “Now, I'll be on my way to let you rest. Be well.”

Once more, the door closed and you were left alone. Even if you were a bit sick, maybe it wouldn't be so bad with the Swatchlings and even Swatch helping you try to recover in the coming days.

[baphymittens]

Nimble fingers make quick work of the buttons. Large dress shirt falling open, exposing more of the bird monsters inky feathers, shining beautifully against the light of the room. The swatchling coo’s and clicks their beak in delight, its purple eyes squinting with a smile at the human situated comfortably in their lap. 

Puffing up their feathers, their muscular frame seems even bigger. Though even with the fluff, she’s able to view the forms of muscles from their under feathers. Moving her gaze to the monster's chest she lets out a happy noise at the sight of the good amount of fluff gathering at the monster's chest. Without hesitation, the human plants her face into the soft bosom of the bird monster.

The swatchling lets out a startled squawk at the sudden movement but calms quickly and wraps its strong arms around the smaller creature, before nuzzling its beaks against the top of her hair and beginning to preen. The human lets out a giggle at the action and begins running her hands through the dark feathers, wondering how they could be so unbelievably soft and warm. 

Enjoying the fresh scent of their lavender wash invading her senses, she doesn't notice the avian monster's arm moving. Slowly from around the waist of the human snuggling them and to her backside before giving it a good squeeze. Causing her to let out her own startled startled noise. Moving her face from the downy feathers of the monster's chest she looks up into their eyes with pout. The large bird simply tilts their head in a very bird-like manner while attempting not to smirk.

She wiggles in their grasp as they continue to cup her behind in their hand, easily covering the entire thing with its size. The swatchling fails to hold back its smirk and lets out a squawk of a laugh at its human’s cute expression, its tail audibly flicking against the bed as its chest shakes with laughter. Moving both its hands to her waist with a squeeze, a grin still present as he does.

“Smug drumstick”

 Pulling away from the swatchling she huffs before moving her hands up its sides. Running her fingers through the softness and feeling the warm muscles beneath. The monster lets out a series of pleased chips, increasing as the stroking continues. Slowly human hands move up to the monster's chest before giving their pectorals a good squeeze with a hum of approval. 

Brushing through the fluff of feathers, her hands move from the swatchlings chest and to the fluff of their neck. Quickly they move their head to press against the wandering hands. With a giggle she continues her ministrations, gently scratching and rubbing the feathers of the monster's head. It's when she leans up and begins placing kisses against the swatchlings handsome face that she feels a not so subtle bulge press against her, straining against the bird monster's dress pants. 

[a-pansexual-with-pancakes]

Remember when the Swatchlings screamed because they liked Ralsei's(?) outfit? So imagine the Swatchlings/Swatch just randomly screaming because they thought you looked cute ❤.

[a-very-tired-raven]

Hello! Saw your post about Swatch requests, uhh do you mind general/soft headcanons for Swatch x reader

OHHHHH MY GOD MY FIRST REQUEST.

*ahem* hi! Yes! Thank you! And no I don't mind at all! Here you go :)

-Swatch is very busy seeing that he mans the restaurant,bar and his own shop but when he gets home the first thing he loves to do is have dinner and cuddle while watching TV with his SO :)

-hes very elegant but he wouldn't really care about how you act. As long as you clean up after yourself and aren't a slob.

-The man is rather touch starved tho. He doesn't really have anyone to talk to besides the swatchlings and costumers. When the queen moved into the dark town with ralsei,kris,and susie as well as the others,She didn't really need a butler anymore.

-he loves any and all affection you give him. His father wasn't the best and he was alone most of the time as child due to his mother being out all the time providing for him.

-He tends to work himself to exhaustion sometimes and he can be very stubborn about working. He'll need his SO's help with forcing himself to relax.

-He loves reading to his SO, especially when the both of you are laying down for bed, it's something his mother used to do when she had free time

-he squeaks and tweets a lot in his sleep instead of snoring. Don't tell him tho! He'll deniey it every time

-he loves sweet,and salty things. He's rather not fond of spicy things as his tolerance is basically non existent.

-He takes lots of care of the swatchlings and make sure they gets lots of rest and aren't over worked. Use your own advice hypocrite . He's kinda like a brotherly figure for them or kinda like that one cousin that your closest to and look up to the most.

I hope these are good! Sorry if the formatting is a bit wonky, I use a tablet and the Screen is much bigger then a phone heh 😅

[clickbait-official]

Okay we should absolutely talk more about Swatch so!!

Okay first off, Flustered swatch is either really obvious or you could never tell- I love the idea that their feathers puff up whenever they get flustered?? They’re suddenly just a little puff ball and it’s so wonderful.

Also i want to raise the idea that their uniform would turn slightly pink! I mean the swatchlings change the hue of their uniforms based off of the things you say, why wouldn’t swatches do the same??

They give wonderful gifts!! From flowers to food, if they know you like it they’ll bring it to you free of charge :)

Swatch getting tired and resting their head on top of yours? absolutely!

The swatchlings absolutely adore you both for the fact that you treat them very well and the fact when Swatch isn’t horribly flustered he’s very happy around you!

Man i will talk about the deltarune characters forever, and Swatch is just so amazing -🕰

🕰 anon my beloved

masterlist

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- is just. a sucker for you

- I think Swatch is kinda based of like…a MS Paint platform??

- and the Swatchlings correspond to a specific color because of it!

- mainly i see red, blue, yellow, orange, and green

- also the swatchlings are the BEST wingmen (pun intended)

- will play jazz just to get swatch all blushy

- actually will do anything to get swatch all blushy

- the more you dance around each other, the more ridiculous and obvious the swatchlings become

- (would the swatchlings also feel the same for you?? are they like..,.swatch’s clones??)

- swatch ( my beloved ) would be the BEST partner you cannot convince me otherwise

- they smell like paint (and feathers) which is actually really soothing to me

- i bet they’d also give really good massages?? on top of knowing ur favorite foods and flowers??

- i also bet they’d touchstarved give this birb a hugggg

- i have swatch brainrot can you tell

~~~

requests and asks are open! my inbox is empty

(request here)

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Reprogram Your Future

[SFW] Polyamorous Reader x Spamton / Swatch / Addisons / Swatchlings Fic 

(whew that’s a mouthful)

(A/N:

I wanna preface this by thanking y'all for reading this fic! It took several days of revisions and editing, but here's the first chapter of my pride and joy!!! I hope you like it!!! <3

Also! I will add a chapter every few days!)

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Chapter 1: Breaking the Prophecy

The sound of static and a soft hum like an old CRT television invaded the air. Overwhelming amounts of trash bags and boxes surrounded the area; your windpipe constricted as you tried to confirm your situation. You hadn’t eaten dinner, and the smell from the garbage heap replaced your hunger with nausea--laying directly on contained bags of waste was not helping.

Provided that you weren’t actually dead, you pushed yourself off the bags.

--

Just a while ago, you were closing Hometown’s library. Wiping table surfaces, sweeping up the library, and shutting down the lab computers were part of the customary closing ritual that you and your coworker Berdly established after you first started your job. 

One night, he asked if you would be fine by yourself so he could prepare for his group project the next day, and there was no issue, of course. Cleaning alone while listening to the radio was more therapeutic than hearing the feathered teen brag about his brilliance. You remember how he mistook your excessive enthusiasm for disappointment and attempted to comfort you. Beneath the cocky exterior, he was a nice kid.

     *I am truly sorry that I can’t assist you tonight, my lone coworker.

     *But fear not, Y/N! Your bird in glow-in-the-dark armor will provide you with the power to survive this despondent, treacherous night!

     *Here--from one working-class citizen to another--a prized can of Gamer Fuel!

     *(You got Gamer Fuel.)

The radio’s static-filled songs contrasted to the usual monotony of the air conditioner and stifled giggles of teens throughout the day. Moving to a small town with low apartment costs and fair-paying jobs kept you in a more secure living situation than your life beforehand.

Although your new job was pleasant, the unchanging pattern of registering books and reordering shelves waned your motivation. It had only been a week, but you considered working extra jobs as a shop assistant or a school tutor for a semblance of dynamism. You sprayed and wiped the last part of your counter, understanding that the additional work would give more purpose than sitting at the same counter for the rest of your life.

Not wanting to get home too late, you focused on your surroundings to find more tasks to complete.

Under your work surface was the “gamer fuel,” a green drink to “power your long night ahead,” and while you appreciated the gift, it was barely worth the heart palpitations. Thankfully, the small can of acid fit in your khaki pants; otherwise, you would have to sacrifice the liquid to a nearby maple tree.

On top of the counter, there was an Ice E drawing along with a few papers left by an anonymous yellow lizard to hang on the Teen’z Own board. Parsing the sheets, you saw that she left an anime review for Mew Mew Kissy Cutie 2, the writings giving you mild interest. The enigmatic lizard, you recalled, lurked into the library that day wearing Mew Mew pajamas and a pair of sunglasses. 

There was a moment where you panicked from thinking she was a hitman-in-disguise, what with her strange outfit and briefcase, but it turned out she just came to drop off her work. After she slunk back out, Berdly commented that she reminded him of someone he knew, but he couldn’t quite place a finger on who. Knowing him, it’s probably someone from a video game, but that didn’t matter anyway. The review was well enough that you hoped it would liven up the place.

“Maybe some lucky soul would enjoy reading it, too,” you murmured with a slight grin.

With the final staples on the eye-catching article and the Ice E drawing, you continued your quest of closing up the Librarby. Ignoring the droop in your eyelids, your body lumbered towards the lab to sweep away the shed fur of a white dog who finished a new chapter of his game recently--he definitely deserves loads of rest for his hard work. You were placing down your stapler on the Teen’z Table when you noticed something strange: the lab door was partially open despite Berdly closing it before he left.

Suddenly, a loud warble and crackling bang interrupted your thoughts. Accompanying it, a black fog informed you that someone else, or something else, was here with you. The cloud ended at the doorway, and in the library’s light, it seemed like there was an invisible wall denying it entrance into the room you were in. It didn’t smell of smoke; in fact, there was no smell at all. If you didn’t remember that the lab’s lights were on earlier, you would’ve thought that everything was shut off. The cloud was disturbingly opaque. 

In the time that you stood there trying to understand what was happening, a flash of green emerged from the fluid shadows and rushed past, knocking you over the table. They sped off while you pushed yourself up and ran after them. "Come back…!”

“...here...?" But nobody was there. After scanning the sugar maple trees and dead buildings for any movement, you couldn’t find the perpetrator. Running around the street for a trespasser was not how you wanted to spend the rest of your night, so you walked back in to clean up the mess. 

As you returned to the library, however, a new scene sat ahead of you.  There was an emptiness where computers and desks used to exist, and the doors of the lab cast long shadows with a non-existent light source behind them, its threatening void very enticing. An otherworldly wind blew through the doorway, turning the air into an intense cold. Nothing remained of the lab.

What happened?

What did that person do?

Why is it... so... dark...?

Desperate for answers, your thoughts crashed into each other before you could process what you were doing. With each unanswered question, you inched ever closer to the opening. Seafoam green walls turned to grey, and a frigid bitterness overtook your legs, causing you to carelessly shuffle a step into the doorway.

“Wait-”

Your nerves recoiled too late.

You grasped at the air for any object to keep you from becoming gravity’s new victim. Lost balance dictated the consequences of your unchecked curiosity and dragged you to the depths of your world. The soft greys intensified with each passing second, turning darker, yet darker into saturated shades of blue. The increasing velocity knocked the air out of your lungs, but even through the pain, no screams could escape your throat.

Accompanying the pull of force, harsh temperatures cut at your exposed skin. You fell through several atmospheres in the span of a few seconds, causing the stinging air to ease into a warm envelopment around you. Immediately following the increasing heat though, your body flung into non-solid ground, eyes slamming shut on impact. Darkness and silence temporarily replaced your thoughts.

--

For the last hour, he’s been trying to revive the dying light bulb.

It flickered back to life occasionally when he wiggled it, but its glow would only last for a minute or so, much to his annoyance. Why is it that when he needs things the most, they abandon him? Aside from that but if someone were to stop by, how would they know that the shop was open? 

Imagine the loss of a possible customer, the first one since his prime years! Maybe he could strike a deal with the bulb? He grabbed the black rotary phone from its stool and placed it on the cardboard box he called a shop counter where it wouldn’t be crushed in the event that he, or the bulb, fell. Following that, he climbed the stool and steadied the swinging, wired light source to meet his face.

“[Free Trial Has Ended], YOU SAY? WHAT ABOUT F0R THE PRIC3 OF [My Unconditional And Endless Devotion]? I COULD EVEN THROW IN A [Limited Supply] OF NOT [Resorting To Violence] IF YOU WOULD. JUST. WORK.” 

His offer was met with darkness. Gritting his teeth whilst making empty promises was not the way to fix this; he needed to pull out the big guns. With a deep inhale and clenched jaw, he hissed out a salesman’s sacred word:

“...PLEASE.”

With a single, defeated tug at the bulb, it lit up again with full brightness.

“...   WHAT    . SER> IOUSLY!!!  ?! THAT’S ALL IT    TOOK??? I POURED OUT MY [Ribcage], OFFERED YOU MY [Hyperlink Blocked], AND ALL YOU W4NTED WAS FOr ME TO [[Beg for yuor compliance]  !!! (/S) ?!! YOU ONLY SEE M3 AS A [[Desperate]] PIECE OF [Pick 5 meats for 20$], DOn^T YOU.”

In response to his insults, the light bulb shut off abruptly, no forewarning flickers or anything. The dead bulb reflected an image of a black-and-white ventriloquist dummy standing on a rickety stool with his segmented fingers clinging hopelessly to the clear, round item. 

The puppet, in all of his broken, disheveled glory, held a desperation that could only be seen in his movements and mannerisms, for the yellow-and-pink glasses over his eyes hid most of his sentiment. Behind him, there were paint cans and open cardboard boxes alongside a hastily-painted brick wall of sky and sun. He continued to present the successful salesman facade all the while frenzied by the death of a light bulb he’s owned since his decline.

“A [AAA Batteries]!!!!!!!  I THOUGHT WE HAD SOMETHING [Specil]!!! YOU WERE MY LAST [Confidante] FROM [My Favorite Year]!!! MY [[Partner-in-crime]][(C)1997]!

WHY.

[Y]!!!

[‘Why, Oh, Why’] WON’T YOU WORK WITH ME!!! YOU ARE JUST LIKE [the Rest of Them], YOU LITTLE [$IX$]. I NEED. THE [[Light.]]” He croaked out the last line before his glasses glazed over with static, the better version of himself revealing through the corrupted data.

“Please... it’s so dark...”

His chaotic pleadings were cut short when the sound of a crash broke the external world’s ambiance. The noise was unlike anything he’s heard before, almost like it was a disturbing mixture of an explosion and a car wreck.

That doesn’t sound right; no cars have been around here since the roller coaster was constructed. He shook off his pathetic scene. Then, he pushed up his glasses, patted down the wrinkles in his jacket, and slicked back his greasy, dandruff-ridden mullet. If he’s going to perish to some unknown entity, he’d best do it with the little dignity he has left. Jumping off the stool, the call of curiosity and poor impulses led him to his shop door.

With a small push, he opened his storefront. 

Outside, there was no creature waiting to pounce or any bomb in the shape of a dog. The only thing there was the standard broken entrance to this part of the dump; nothing appeared to be out of place.

Or so he thought. Past the destroyed opening, there was a limp body laid atop a throne of trash bags. He recognized the body to be of Light World origin because of a singular floating item on top of them, recalling the same appearance of heart-shaped objects that scorned his ads and sales pitches so many times before. A Lightner’s SOUL.

This one gravitating over the stranger’s remains was on the brink of shattering. He could easily snatch it, for it was so weak that the common color vibrancy was dulled to a shade of grey with cracks engulfing it. Such an act would be too cruel though--even a wretched guy like him had a capacity for kindness. 

He scampered to see the almost-corpse up close, tripping over his stubby legs most of the way. Why he rushed to their side was quickly revealed as he pulled out a Pipis, an object that was either an egg, a clam, or a can of soda, and cracked it open. Erupting from the contents was a miniature angel sprite of the puppet himself.

    */// cast PipisHeal.

The winged version of himself fluttered around his hair, tousling the once-smooth texture into a tangled mess fit for his person. “YOU [[8-bit]][Gnat]!!! I NEED yOU- NEED YUO- N EED YOU T0 PROVIDE [Direct Primary Care] TO THIS [Half-pr1ce][[Sponge!]]!!!    NOW [[Hit the road]]!!!” 

He smacked it towards the unfortunate victim where it immediately started healing the dying SOUL. “IF THIS NEW PLAN GOES THE WAY I [[Hopes and Dreams]], THEN I’LL BE SO  

I’LL BE SO

I’LL BE S0  !!1!1!”

His dialogue went nowhere. He vibrated in anticipation with his jaw working in tandem, the fragmented parts of his face becoming even more twisted with glitches and other inconceivable horrors. In hindsight, maybe he shouldn’t be so blatant; a construction worker could be around the region. With this in mind, the dummy salesman only lightly clicked his teeth together, and during his wait, he glanced over the Lightner.

“THEY [Got Some Nice Digs] FOR SOMEONE WHO WAS [[Evicted From Heaven]] AND PLUNGED INTO [A H3aping Pile Of] GARBAGE.” His unconscious customer wore clothing of expensive taste, the fit reminding him of a certain cafe associate who was one of the killers of his high-class life. Despite the differences in colors and armor placement, his nostalgic bitterness overtook his initial scheme.

“ACTUALLY. DOn’T FULLY [[Repair the Broken ITEM]] JUST YET;  WE HAVEN ‘ T GOTTEN TH3M TO AGREE TO A [Payment Plan]!!! I WILL NOT PROVIDE [Free Cable Services] [[Willy Nilly]] JUST BECAUSE OF MY [[Bleeding Heart]]!!!"

"LOOK,” he pointed to a large green battery with the name “Gamer Fuel” in their pocket, “THIS COULD [Press F1 For] HELP WITH THE [[LIGHT]]. BRING  IT.”

A professional’s gotta look presentable, he justified to himself, and this could be a good replacement energy source for his light bulb. Amid his payment, his client rustled from their near-eternal slumber, urging him to conclude his sprite’s work and leave before he got caught.

“HURRY, [LITTEL] SPAMLET. THE LI GhtNER WILL [Wake Up And Smell The Roses] AT ANY MOMENT, “ he snapped under his breath, swiftly calling off the digital sprite and scurrying back to his shop before his client caught whiff of the e_mail guy’s scam and offkey smell.

--

    *(You followed mourning shadows to the end of the road. The neon lights that once left a glittering trail to the shop were now dead.)

    *(You told the dark that he healed you when he could have taken your SOUL easily. There was an uncomfortable silence.)

    *(A yellow shape in the multicolored darkness spoke first.)

    *You know, Y/N...

    *He was... Like the rest of us.

    *Just... a little unlucky.

    *For some reason, his products never seemed to hit...

    *... and the Lightners never even looked his way.

    *... Poor guy.

Little by little, your consciousness returned to you. Your emerging thoughts were muddled with a voice unlike your own; their sorrow squeezed the back of your throat and pierced your eyes. Almost in an instant, your mind immediately erased the misdirected anguish and replaced it with another issue. 

You remembered that you hadn't eaten yet, and your stomach twisted itself in panic. Because of the combined pain in your body and the obnoxious lights, your brain and heart hammered together, similar to button smashing game controls. Those were good indicators that you were alive. Swaying, your body lifted itself from the pile.

You swiped away the trash littered on you and painfully climbed down the throne of trash bags. As you scaled the slope, the surrounding objects caught your eye. Finally setting your feet on the ground, you focused on particular details. 

There were neon signs that pointed away from the city. In the shadows, you saw that the trail led to a dead-end with an entrance at the side of the wooden structure beside you. Not wanting to waste your second chance at living, you limped away from the ominous area although it felt like you were missing something.

Continuing, there was a little red nub poking out from the ground.  As you approached it, the bump frantically spun around, and this caused you to let out a yelp, frightening it more.

"Sorry! Nubert isn't used to Lightners sneaking up on Nubert." He-- you wondered if the creature went by he-- cautiously extended his tiny head towards you. "But, sayyy… Nubert has advice for you.” Although he was the height of your ankle and you could easily punt him, you leaned in with mutual suspicion.

"Nubert thinks you should watch out in this city. Too many Darkners would want to harm a Lightner like you!" You gave Nubert an unamused glare before realizing that he wasn't trying to make a threatening introduction. Darkners? Lightners? Your face shriveled in on itself.  Never mind the confusing terminology, if there were people who wanted to hurt you, you were done for. You were still injured from the fall, and you didn’t have any armor on-

Wait. Hold on.

You glanced down, but before you properly examined your clothing, Nubert interrupted with a bouncy reply, "Nubert's sorry that Nubert couldn't help more than that! OH! What if Nubert gave you his treasure? Nubert has no idea what’s in it, but Nubert thinks it might be helpful!" He plunked into the ground, leaving a little indent of concrete and dirt in his place. 

A few seconds later, he sprouted up again and declared in a muffled voice, "Nubert’s box is now yours! Maybe you need it more than me."

On his squished face laid a red, Nubert-sized chest with a golden hinge. "You would give this to a stranger? That's... kind of you, Nubert.” The rate at which you and Nubert came to trust each other nearly gave you whiplash, but in a frantic situation like yours, it would be best to hold any criticisms on your part. 

With this in mind, you opened your arms and placed your hands under the bottom, making sure to lift with your legs and not your injured back. Then, while you opened the box’s lid, the small being comically explained how he came across a site where some fancy Darkners were building a weird contraption, and he saw one of the workers place down the chest.

“Yeah, Nubert saw them test a forcefield, too! If Nubert had remained any sooner, Nubert could’ve been stuck with the box for a WHILE!” Confusion ran through your mind. There was only a red scarf in the contents of the case, and someone thought to hide it behind a forcefield? What was so special…or dangerous about this item? Flipping the clothing around, there were bits of static and energy pulsing through the fibers.

“Nubert… It is safe for me to wear this, right?” It seems… strange to say the least. You tossed it in your palms some more. Dying by a magical scarf was not how you wanted to go, especially after surviving a thousand-foot fall.

“UHHH. To be honest, Nubert has no idea! Though, you could put it on Nubert to check; it’s a sacrifice Nubert is willing to make for his new friend!!!”

You were stubborn in rejecting the irrational idea. Provided that you had just met and he was your only ally at the moment, harming the little guy was not part of your still-growing survival plan.

--

What was once an action built from genuine regard for him soon evolved into an effort to not strangle the creature yourself.  Nubert nudged your leg and repeated “come on” at least a hundred times until you placed the fabric around his neck/body after a minute of the torture. It was almost frightening how your hands wrapped it with no hesitation. Following your not-so-subtle agitation, Nubert silently bounced while you two waited. And waited. And waited-

“Yeah, it’s safe, Nubert.”

“Yeah, it’s safe, Lightner!”

Simultaneously, he threw the scarf at you with a swift movement, and you caught it around your own neck. He vibrated in relief as you tugged at the uncomfortable microfiber cloth; a twinge of regret flashed through your mind due to the scarf’s electrical charges. Unfortunately, there’s nothing to do about it now unless you wanted your and Nubert’s trouble to be all for naught. 

He chortled out, “Well, Lightner, hope you take care! Nubert’s going to discard this box and check on the forcefield’s progress!!!” You nodded and carried the chest over to Nubert, where he took the container and plopped into the ground for the last time. What a great guy, if a bit trying.

    *FiberScarf was added to your WEAPONS.

Now that you mostly understood the gravity of your situation and the technicalities of existing in this world, you covered yourself with the harsh fabric and walked about the road, trying to figure out your next step in staying alive.

Although that was your plan at first, you noticed a doorframe near you. The opening didn’t have any contents in it, reminding you of the lab’s entrance but with a thinner outline instead. Furthermore, the wooden structure didn't peek from behind either; this revelation disturbed you as much as the lab doors did.  Curious to see if the doorway’s behavior was the same, you nearly stuck your hand in the lone frame until a sound woke you from your thoughts.

Clink, clank, CRASH!

At the dead-end far from you, you heard the sound of glass shatter and distorted laughter followed by yells, the vocals reminding you of a stereotypical car salesman.

“[$IX$] [#&%!] GODDAMN IT-!”

--

That was the opposite of what he wanted! His idea to use the Lightner’s battery for his purposes backfired on an irreparable level. A few long wires sizzled beside one end of the battery with another charred few hanging off the lightbulb.

Provided that the light bulb swayed from the electric line like usual, the distinction this time was that it wouldn’t light up ever again. Now nothing but a shattered remnant, the clear orb’s pieces mocked him with barely-lit mirrors of him in every shatter. He gathered each part in his palms, not paying any mind to the already-abundant scrapes on his ceramic fingertips.

Then, kneeling with the bundle of bits in his hand, he started deciding his next move. Light bulbs in the Dark World weren’t too expensive thankfully, but adding the cost of duct tape and wires stretched his already-low funds...

“[Loud Sigh] MAYBE… No. MY [[Operation Running on Shoestrings]] WILL HAVE TO [New Relocation Site] FOR NOW. AT LEAST UNTIL-”

Knock, knock, knock. A shaky voice reached through, “Hello...? Is someone there?? I heard something break; are you okay in there???” More knocks. “Anyone?” 

For a second, the creature of blended material stiffened. Sweat dripped down his ceramic, sharp nose, his polyester torso lurched, and his once-white, synthetic-cotton pants remained bent around the shop floor’s grime.

Unlike his uncorrupt counterparts, his domain didn’t have a beautifully arranged stock of products or any coherent neon ads or even a shopkeeper with a non-creepy smile and teacup pose. This was all that endured.

Nevertheless, he picked himself up from the revolting ground, dropping the shattered pieces in his movement. The delirious man muttered to the dark, “HOhO, BUDDY. IT’$,, THE LIghT/NER. THEY GOT HERE [Quicker and Easier] THAN I HAD IN [[Mind Palace]].” 

He brushed off the glass and waltzed to the door, but before he could unlock the knob, a major problem remained unsolved. How would the Lightner see in this level of darkness? He was used to the dimness in his sight: the Knight made sure of that. But that didn’t help with his client. In his and his shop’s state, they would just flee, leaving him with no sales and a still-busted light.

As if he came up with the best idea in the Dark World, the salesman scrambled to a nearby scrap of newspaper.

On it, there was an article talking about a small business owner becoming a Big Shot overnight. The terms “Big Shot” were capitalized over a black-and-white photo of an Addison Darkner with a meek smile lovingly encapsulating their radiant eyes. The Darkner was standing in front of seven more compatriots, a group of Addisons in varying shades of the newspaper’s ink linked together by various hugs and still laughter. With a completely-white mullet and a tall, non-segmented body, the business owner was shaking hands with Cyber World’s queen in front of her castle.

He looks happy.

Regardless, the wistfulness was short-lived because, in the next moment, the stubby puppet splattered white paint over the entire piece. Then, he proceeded to bend reality, warping his head to a size ten times larger and blowing a powerful breath on the torn paper. Splotches of white flew to the ground, but the newspaper was dried otherwise--the printed words of his past were no more. He broke open a blue paint can and hastily wrote with his fingertips.

--

You knocked several times on the grey door to no avail. 

The part of you with survival instincts screamed to turn back, to continue walking to the lit buildings of this world, and to forget this dead-end existed. Neon signs with scribbles on them were probably deterrents to normal folks, but you proceeded to walk to this dump. In your peripheral, there were destroyed cars and even more trash than the pile you fell on. Your curiosity and impulsivity will be the death of you.

You shuffled your feet in wait. Laying on a pile of boxes was Nubert’s treasure chest--he did throw away the box. On one of the black cars, you saw a dealer license plate with the name “BIG SHOT AUTOS” plastered in bold font. 

Soon, strange noises came through the door while you looked around. At first, you heard a whisper, then the scrape of metal and paper. If that wasn’t enough, you were nearly deafened by the sound of a leaf blower, and when you were close to knocking the door down, it opened and shut immediately, a small white hand leaving a sign on the front:

    *HELLO! WE ARE TEMPORARILY MOVING!! TO A NEW OFFICE!!!

    *PLEASE NOTE OUR NEW LOCATION:

At the end of the carelessly scrawled note was a set of directions to their office.

    *ACROSS THE 10-LANED HIGHWAY AND NEAR THE BEGINNING OF THE CYBER CITY BRIDGE

    *COME

    *ALONE

“Oh, uh, thank you! I-I’m glad to see that you’re doing fine!!! Maybe I’ll stop by there…? Uhh- anywaytakecare!!!” You hobbled away from the menacing trash area, taking a mental note of the grey door’s sign and the void-filled doorway for later. Why are there doors in a disposal area anyway??? You wondered out loud as you rushed past the ominous door again.

--

Several life-fearing strides later, you reached the first fork in the opening to the bright and loud city.

The route in front of you pointed to a sign that said: WELCOME TO THE CITY. A path to your left headed to balloons, boxes, and stands of amusement park equipment. You chose the latter, seeing as Nubert warned you about coming across other Darkners, and going straight into a crowded city may not be the brightest idea. Hopefully, this route would be better. 

The amusement park road contained a few pink cones, and as you walked by them, the cones yipped and scampered to block the original area... Seeing pink dogs in the shapes of traffic cones was not the weirdest phenomenon of the day. Regardless, there was no way back.

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(End Notes:

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In which Swatch's insecure S/O asks a surprising question - "What do you see in me?" Their kindness and support of the people they care about hasn't gone unnoticed, but they still worry that they might not be good enough. As far as Swatch is concerned, this won't stand at all...

(Please, and thanks in advance! Hope I didn't leave anything out by mistake 🧡)

SWATCH IMAGINES ||

The Dumb Thing Series: 5

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SWATCH

You and him were at the café and it was about closing hour, Swatch had sent the Swatchlings home while he volunteered to finish up whatever’s left to do there. Of course you stuck around. Not just because you wanted to be by him but to..ask a question and maybe find some reassurance from your lover..

You and him were standing near a table, as you had been following him around as you both idly chatted while he was putting dirty dishes on a tray. On a normal bases you two would have full blown conversations whether he was working or not but with the way your mind was swirling around on that one thought, you couldn’t really bring yourself to say much.

You got the courage and finally blurted out the question that was bothering you. Swatch deadpan looked you in the face. Not a word, no movement- He seemed to be at a standstill..like a statue for that mere minute as you popped the question.

You weren’t going to lie, that minute felt like forever. Slight anxiety began to form in your stomach as you looked him back in the eye, past his sunglasses. Swatch sincerely was a gentlemen. But even if so, he can definitely be intimidating whether he means it purposely or not.

Finally, what seemingly felt like minutes going by in seconds, He moved. He softly put down the tray on the table next to the both of you and then reached his hand out to hold yours, gently taking ahold of it.

He moved in just a tad closer, bending his head down slightly as he moved your hand up to his mouth and he placed a sweet kiss on the back of it. “You simply ask the silliest of questions sometimes, my love.” A very small but visible enough smile graced his face.

He lowered your hand down to where his abdomen was and he clasped it with his other hand. Giving it a very light squeeze.

He bent down more, as he was rather tall and leaned in closer to your face. Just a few inches away from it as you gazed into each other’s eyes.

You held your breathe. You both may have been dating for sometime but this man’s actions and features still made you swoon. And his personality wasn’t any better- Just a reminder why you fell in love with him everyday.

“Dear, what do I see in you?…” He mirrored your question back to you. He tilted his head to the side. “I’ll tell you what I see in you.”

“I see a truly, genuinely amazing kind person. What you do, what you say and the things you accomplish my light, do not go unnoticed. I strongly assure you of that. I see it, everybody does- all those around you. Whether they mention it to you or not.” A low sigh escaped his mouth, not one that was in annoyance or anger but one that came off as a relived type.

One of his hands let go of yours and he sneaks it behind your back, placing it right in the middle and pulls you close. He lays his head on your shoulder, and he continued to speak. “You’re good enough. In fact, dear, better than good. You’re fantastic, wonderful, delightful-“ Your small giggle cut him off, if it didn’t you were sure he would’ve continued on for a bit longer. Your eyes were teary during his speech and just got more watery.

A small chuckle came out from him that you earned in response for the giggle you let out. “Never think you aren’t enough. You’ll always be beyond that simple ‘good’. You’ll always be higher than just that simple word. And you’ll always mean more than you could think to those people you care and cheer on for. Including me.” He lifted his head from your shoulder and pulled back just enough for him to get a full view of your face. You looked like you were on the verge of completely crying, as tears slowly were starting to trickle down your face.

He let go of your hand and brushed your tears away, after he was done with that he intertwined your fingers together once more. You moved your free hand up that was holding onto his arm at some point during the conversation and placed it on the back of his neck, taking hold. He got close again and began planting small lingering kisses all over your face. “I love you, sweetheart.” You gave out a choked laugh, “I love you too, Swatch.”

In the end, you and him just spent a little time with each other in the closed café, basking in one another’s presence and just slow danced to the silence…

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A/N: I’m so sorry this was late! I haven’t written for Swatch before so I’m praying that I at least got some accuracy in there. Also this hits home. I hope you do realize you most(definitely) are good enough and an awesome person, Anon!! 💖

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Masterlist: Deltarune x Reader

(SPOILERS)

Prophecy Trio🗡

HCs: Kris x Tired!S/O

HCs: Relationship w/ Susie

Kris + Monster!Friend!Reader (hurt/comfort)

Hair petting w/ Susie

Offering a snack w/ Ralsei

Protecting Ralsei from enemies

HCs: Reacting to Darkner!S/O turning to stone

Rouxls 🧩

Cheering up Rouxls after Ch 2's events

HCs: Meeting Rouxls

HCs: Rouxls x Playwright!S/O

Jevil 🃏

Tba

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Spamton ✉

Sneaking into Queen's Mansion (Fem Reader)

Fighting over $100 DD (Fem Reader)

Bake Sale (Fem Reader)

Spamton x Addison!Reader (Angst)

Meeting Addison!Spamton

Spamton x Tall!Darkner!Reader

HCs: Spamton meeting Half-Bird!Lightner!Reader

HCs: Cheering up S/O

HCs: Moving in w/ S/O (hurt/comfort)

HCs: Becoming friends

HCs: Meeting Doll!Darkner!Reader

HCs: Spamton w/ Affectionate!S/O

First Kiss

"I don't deserve this, I don't deserve you" prompt

Spamton NEO

Becoming an Addison after his strings are cut

Looking after Sick!NEO

Freeing NEO from his strings

Queen 🍷

Meeting Darkner!Camerahead!Reader HCs

Addisons

Confronting them over Spamton's abandonment

Caring for Sick!Spamton

HCs: Addisons as parental figures

Guilt in Jealousy (Pink hurt/comfort)

Comforting Blue

Sweet Cap'n Cakes

Prophecy Trio meeting SCC's Shy!Chubby!TVhead!S/O

Other NPCs

HCs: Ambyu-Lance & Virovirokun's rivalry over Reader

HCs: Hacker + Reader

HCs: Cuddling w/ Seam

Offering Lancer a snack

HCs: Rudinn!Reader befriending Lancer

Butler!Reader's first day at work (w/ Swatch + Swatchlings)

Player/Vessel/SOUL!Reader ( + Pocket Boss/Shared Control AUs)

Player meeting Pocket Bosses

Snowgrave/Violent Routes & AUs ❄

Reader Sacrificing Themselves to save Berdly (Snowgrave)

Spamton Revived by Necromancer!Reader (Salt)

Misc

Halloween Fun (Fun Gang, Jevil, & Spamton)

[seaofghouls]

DELTARUNE CHAPTER 2 SPOILERS!!

spamton x reader

You swiftly made your way out of the mansion for the day with a smile on your face. Hm.. It wouldn’t hurt to stop by the tea shop on the way back, would it? A nice treat. Ah, The Addisons. Had the best products money could buy. Though, none could top Mr. Spamton’s sales. He went missing years ago, however.

The smile on your face diminished as you thought about it. You were fairly close to him, when he lived in the mansion. There were two head butlers, you and Swatch. You both managed Color Cafe and ordered the Swatchlings around, as well as attending to Queen’s bidding. Both of you had been fairly busy as of late, with the lightners arrival.

You almost didn’t even realize that you had arrived at your destination, enveloped in your thoughts. Tea.. that’s right. Mayhaps you should pick up some cake as well.

“Good evening, [Name]! To what do I owe the pleasure of pleasing the head butler?” Pink greeted.

“Hello, Pink! I’ve come to pick up some tea and maybe some cake.” You smiled at him.

“And I thought I told you that my status doesn’t affect anything outside of work. You don’t have to make such a big deal out of it.” You sighed.

“Keep telling yourself that, but you’re much more important than you may think.” Pink said.

“Yeah, yeah, I get it.” You huffed.

“Anywho, got any new tea flavors?” You asked.

“I do indeed! Believe it or not, four new flavors have been shipped in with the arrival of the lightners. Kris, Susie, Ralsei and Noelle.” Pink said.

“Hm.. Noelle sounds good. Queen’s peon, I believe. She’s a delight.” You hummed.

Pink prepared your tea as you talked about her.

“Always talking about that Susie girl. Ah, young love. It’s refreshing, to say the least.” You smiled.

Pink hummed in agreement. “And did you want any cake?”

“Oh, yes, of course, just give me the usual flavor.” You said.

“She’s so timid but when she speaks her mind, it’s a sight to see. She’s so sweet, especially to Birdley. Which.. I find it a bit complexing based on their relations.” You continued on.

“I see. Here’s your items.” Pink handed the tea and cake to you and you payed him back.

“Thanks, Pink. Man, I should get going. It’s getting late.” You said, looking at the time.

“Well, I’ll be off. Good night, Pink!” You waved.

“Good night!” The Addison smiled.

You dropped your bags on the counter in your apartment and sighed. It’s been a long day. Plopping down on the couch, you sighed contently and turned on the television. You could probably order some food or whatever. You didn’t really feel like cooking.

You groaned in annoyance as your phone rang.

“..Hello?”

“Oh [Name] Sugar Honey Sweetie Gravy Pie!”

“Ah, hey Queen. It’s.. afterhours. Did you need something?” You sat up.

“I’m Terribly Sorry But I Need You To Come Back To The Mansion. I Can’t Find The Lightners And I Need Both You And Swatch.” She said.

Of course.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m on my way. Just sit tight.” You sighed, getting ready.

The city was noisy as ever, cars blocking up certain paths. You made your way into the mansion eventually, though. Swatch was waiting for you when you entered.

“So, we’re on a goose hunt from what I understand?” You asked, looking at them.

“It would seem that way, yes. The Swatchlings are maintaining the shop, so for now, let’s split up to find them.” Swatch said.

“Is Queen sure they’re even here?” You asked.

“Why Yes I’m Absolutely Positive [Name]!” Queen said, seemingly materializing out of thin air.

You would be surprised, but this tends to happen a lot.

“..Alright. Better get going then. Break a leg.” You said with a grin.

“I could say the same to you.” Swatch returned your expression.

You looked and looked around your selected areas of the mansion but with no trace of anything yet. You shouldn’t be surprised, it is a mansion after all. You arrived upon a door, leading into the basement. Hearing destruction entailing within, you decided to check it out. Sounds like a commotion, so it’s likely that they’re here.

What are they fighting? You had not the slightest clue. The basement was dark and damp. You simply followed the sound of the commotion. Kris, Susie and Ralsei were at the edge of the room and Kris was kneeled down.

“There you guys are! Finally. That took forever to find you.” You smiled.

“Woah, are they okay?” You paused.

“KRIS!! YOU HAVE FRIENDS! WHY DON’T YOU TELL THEM ABOUT MY [ 3 for One Specil!!]” Someone cackled.

They were all scooped up in coasters, You were bunked with Ralsei.

“HOLY-!” You gasped out at the figure in front of you.

Your good friend, who had gone missing years ago, except he was eleven feet tall and a robot, attached by strings.

“..SPAMTON?!” Your jaw dropped.

Ralsei closed your jaw with his paw. “Will you help us??”

“Yeah. Y-Yeah! Of course. Gotta reserve your energy for Queen.” You said, trying to brush off your initial shock.

Spamton cackled like a madman. “[HEAVEN], ARE YOU WATCHING??”

“Totally helps with the knowledge that my best friend who went missing forever ago is trying to kill us.” You said sarcastically.

The four of you worked together to snap the wires attached to Spamton. There were a lot, however.

“Heaven?? Big Shots? What the hell are you talking about?” You asked in confusion.

“DON’T YOU SEE [NAME]?? THIS IS THE [Key] TO FREEDOM!” He cackled.

“Yeah, except it’s not.” You rolled your eyes.

The air crackled with freedom, supposedly. You kept going, following Kris’s command until the last wire remained.

“WAIT!! [$!?!] THE PRESSES! MY WIRES! THEY’RE ALMOST GONE?? I’M BEING GIFTED MY FREEDOM??” Spamton paused.

“That’s what we’ve been trying to accomplish this entire time, yes.” You said.

“I SEE!! THE MOST IMPORTANT DEAL OF ALL! FRIENDSHIP!!” He cried.

“I’LL LIVE FOR MYSELF!! MYSELF AND MY FRIENDS!! CUT THAT LAST WIRE!!” He cheered.

You grinned and nodded at the others.

One final act.

The wire was sliced and the robot crashed to the floor. When the smoke cleared, Spamton was encased in vines. Much smaller than he was before.

You approached him slowly.

The others stayed back.

You untangled him from the vines and had a slight frown as you held him, almost like a little kid.

“It appears all that I could be was a simple puppet. I do hope you’ll be able to free yourself. Do what I couldn’t.” He sighed.

He gave the group a Black Crystal.

“C’mon, Spamton. We’re going home.” You said.

“Work can wait.” You took a breath.

…

“So you found them and someone else, hm?” Swatch said, after you met back up with them in Color Cafe.

Spamton had fallen asleep. That battle took a lot out of him.

“Yup. Now I’m gonna take some well deserved time off.” You grinned.

“For how long?” They asked.

“Maybe two days to a week. Depends on how he’s doing.” You said, referring to Spamton.

“Be safe, won’t you?” Swatch gave a soft smile.

“I always am.” You smiled back.

You pet Spamton’s hair on the way back home and sighed with content.

You finally had him back.

[the-spam-specialist]

Possible new Spamton fic idea??

Working Title(?): Frozen System

Fandom: Deltarune

AU Name: Snow Angel AU

Possible Relationships(?): Spamton/Reader

Characters: Reader, Spamton, Swatch, Swatchlings, Addisons

Description: Post Snowgrave AU. You’ve fallen into the Dark World’s Cyber City. Ice and snow cover every inch of this world. Whatever citizens you manage to find seem very wary of you, a “Lightner”, as they call you. These citizens are the survivors of an icy rampage of Lightners that had come before you and are trying to rebuild Cyber City in an attempt to regain anything of their former normal lives.

You’re taken in by Swatch, who desperately asks you to do something about a certain someone who is responsible for this cyber Dark World still being around. The one who consumed the ice powers of the previous Lightner and froze the Dark Fountain to preserve it. The one who has taken over the both the mansion and the fountain as the new self-proclaimed [God] of Cyber World: Spamton G. Spamton. 

AU where Spamton survived Noelle’s Snowgrave spell by absorbing its power and using said power to freeze the fountain and banish Kris and their friends from Cyber World. Queen is the only one who managed to escape to Castle Town. 

I don’t know if I’m actually going to write this. Part of me wants to, but another part of me is worried that next to no one is going to be interested. I know some AUs are really hit or miss, and I honestly don’t know which one this would be.