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Spamton G. Spamton, a once successful businessman, desperate to be once again on the top and now he was nothing more than a wash out version of what he was. Desperate for freedom and willing to do anything it takes to achieve it.
Kris, a human lighter that lost their sense of self and freedom to a powerful being beyond their understanding and what Spamton needed to achieve his goal of escaping the Dark World and the strings holding him down.
And Spamton had achieve the first part of the goal: defeat the lighters and weaken the host of the heart shape object. All three of them had put a good fight, delaying the inevitable. But in the end they were no much for the power of Spamton Neo, known for it’s high defenses.
Kris was the last one to fall, their two friends, falling not long ago. And now they were all alone, their body slam over the carnival cart, still conscious, but barely. Spamton had block they only way of escape by towering them from the position of their cart, trying to wiggly away, with limbs weak from exhaustion. On their expression there was a face full of fear, eye open as they scanned the room for any way of escape.
Their efforts was comical at best and annoying to deal with at worst. It would be easier if Kris just was cooperative enough to hand over the soul they had.
“Kris, Kris [Cross Applesauce]” said Spamton leaning closer to their faces. “You know [I’m not the bad guy]. You don’t need to make it hard for [Two for the Price of one]. Just [Signed the Deal], [Dear customer]. Just [need the information on the back of your card] of [Hyper Link Blocked]”.
Spamton came even closer to their faces to the point they could almost feel the ragged breath on his metallic face. “[You just the same as me]. You crave freedom. So why? Why don’t you MADE IT EASIER FOR THE BOTH OF US?”.
Spamton raised his arm to reach for the inside of Kris’s chest, where the soul he needed was located. With a swift move he put his hand inside of it. Kris wanted to screamed. But their previous night experience told them to keep quiet, all while felt violated and uncomfortable from the search of the mailman.
It wasn’t the first time than the soul was ripped form their body. Kris knew all the sensation that came with it. The search, the gripping as to not get away as well as the rip of it. But it was different be inflicted by one self and having someone else do it for you.
Spamton moved it’s hand around, trying to located the soul. They could feel the hand inside them, brief touching their organs, their ribs before moving to the next spot to search. Kris’s fear was enough to made them pinned down, terrified than their slightest moved would aggravated the salesman even more. All they wanted it for it to end.
Everything they had worked was for……
The hand of Spamton had grabbed the soul, after finally find it. Kris drew a heavy breath and then Spamton pulled. Kris screamed in pain as they could feel the soul resisting the violent pull of Spamton, until the soul was ripped out of their body. They could feel the strings go slack as the soul lost control of their body. Then Kris’s body went limp. They were stilled conscious and aware of what happened. Breath ragged and quick not getting enough air.
Spamton raised up their hand with the glowing soul, pulsing and in irritation intact on their grasp of their palm. His laugh, his triumphant laugh could stilled be hear from somewhere above Kris. Kris could even force their body to raise their head. Every cell on their body, every bone and muscle was screaming at them like someone had put rubbing alcohol on them and then set it on fire.
“Finally, [It’s been 3000 years] for my [moment to shine]. The taste of freedom”. Another laughing fit enveloped him.
Kris could barely stayed conscious anymore. There there’s was a shuffle right next to them. Kris turned their head, despite their pain that they felt. Susie and Ralsei had started to get back up. Susie barely holding herself upright and Ralsei needed support form the carnival cart, feet trembling trying to hard to keep him upright.
“What...what happened?” Ralsei slurs. Susie turned to look at Kris, eyes half open. When they saw the situation Kris was in, her eyes open in shock then they turned to look at Spamton and saw what had happen.
Spamton was to busy celebrating his victory to notice them.
In an instant, Susie had grabbed Ralsei’s shirt and with a yelp had thrown him towards Kris’s direction while ordering him in a desperate tone: “Heal! Now!”. She then pulled out her axe and prepare Rude Buster.
Ralsei fell on top of Kris’s armor and quickly sat upright. He looked confusedly at Kris, until his eyes also opened in shock, no needed to be said anything anymore. Ralsei could feel the soul’s absence from Kris’s body.
Ralsei waited no time and immediately casted Heal Player. A green light enveloped Kris and the pain subdue for a moment before returning. Ralsei continued to cast Heal Prayer again and again.
Susie casted Rude Buster on Spamton. Spamton got hit, the magic was enough to made him stopped laughing, he then receded out his position towering over both Kris and Ralsei.
Susie moved to stand, protectively over both her friends. There’s no way he is gonna let Spamton anywhere near Kris and Ralsei again. Despite being battered and bruised as much as Kris, her eyes had a dangerous glint on them. Her teeth of her maw where showing as she peeled her lips back to reveal them.
“Hey!” she said, axe ready, the purple magic flowing out of it’s blade. Spamton looked at her. “Give back, what you took from Kris!”
Spamton didn’t seem impress, he was just staring at Susie with an award-losing smile. “Oh my [little sponge] with Kris [near you]” he said. “Your power is not [over 9000]. You are not match for [I am in a tank and you’re not]”.
“[You have already] lost”. And with that he raise his hand and shove Kris’s soul into his own chest. Susie screamed in alarm, Ralsei was shocked, Kris was in immense pain, fighting to stay conscious and warned Susie. Susie, herself, was trowing and casting Rude Buster, one after another. But Spamton continued laughing, tanking the magic hits, as if it was nothing.
The wasn’t any difference in the appearance of Spamton other that his laugh had become more echoed as a result. Susie continued hitting him, wanting to hurt the guy that had hurt her friends.
But Spamton continue to talk. “[Now this] is the taste of [New York] freedom [of America]”, until finally he stopped. The Fun Gang just stared at the threat like a bomb waiting to explode. Spamton’s eyes where showing only snow like a TV that had lost the studio’s signal.
The silence of the basement was deafening. The only sounds where the ragged breath of Susie and Kris and Ralsei’s continued desperation on healing Kris. Susie puffed her chest and raise her axe once again, ready to strike. “I don’t care if you have the power of Kris’s soul”, she declared. “As long as I am standing, you will…”
“Stop it”
“Like hell, I am gonna…” said Susie, annoyed.
“Stop it”, Spamton repeated.
Susie shook her head, confuse. “What…?”
“Stop it!” Spamton repeated, more loudly this time. Susie fell silent. Ralsei and Kris were spotted similar expression of confusion among them. Ralsei’s goal of easing Kris’s pain complete forgotten. The three of them, stared at Spamton as as he continued to repeat:“Stop it! Stop it!” at no one. Each time he said more loudly that the last one until he reached the point of desperation.
“What...?” asked Ralsei.
“Get out! Get out! Get out of my head!” Spamton said, while screeching, clinging his head and pulling his hairs. He continue to pull and pull a little bit harder at his own hair, until tuffs of it were remaining on his hand. The triumph of victory forgotten as Spamton was actively crying. Tears of battery acid where running down his face and pool on the corners of his eyes.
“I’M SORRY!” he said raising his head high to look at the ceiling. His arms were also raised like a sinner trying to appease his god for forgiveness. “I DIDN’T WANT TO! I GIVE YOU ANYTHING [MONEY! RICHES! YOUR OWN GALAXY] PLEASE!”
His right hand was swapped for a cannon, while Spamton face had turned red from the sounds of the screams only the Fun Gang could hear. The cannon raise it’s aim at the ceiling as an electric shock was fired at where Spamton’s own string where attach. And it continue to fire all while Spamton screamed on a pain that wasn’t physical. The ruined structure fell on the metal of his body, until the puppet stopped being suspended by his strings.
Then all the noise stopped. There’s was only silence, debris and what remained of Spamton. Kris, Susie and Ralsei stared at the scene in front of them. None of them dared to moved all due to what they had just experience.
Then a crimson red heart flew out of the destroyed body of Spamton Neo . It moved right past Susie, who she was to stunt to moved or acknowledge it and moved right to Kris. The soul enter the chest of it’s original host.
Kris almost jumped with a grasp, like they had awoken from a nightmare. The pain that had a toll on their body, ease up until it eventually faded away. They curled up on them self while having a hand on their chest.
Ralsei was the first one to recover from the shock but didn’t say anything. Susie was the second. “Kris…?” she started.
“What was that?” she asked. But Kris didn’t response. They couldn’t How could they respond when they knew what happened to Spamton could as well happened to them?
When the culprit was just nested on their chest? And the only reason, it didn’t affect them was because the soul like them enough to be protective of them. Protective of their vessel.
But what would happened if Kris reached their usefulness for the soul? Would they do what they did to Spamton?
Kris started hyperventilating. They wanted to laugh to relief them self from the stress. But they couldn’t. Of course the soul was more powerful. Of course they would try and punish anything and anyone, when it didn’t go their way.
They could be next. And the thought terrified them.
“..is”, someone said. “Kris!” They knew that voice. It belonged to Ralsei. Kris turned to looked at Ralsei, fear evidence on their eyes. Ralsei, himself didn’t seem better. He seemed stressed and was fidgeting with the hem of his robe. Susie was standing in front of them, worry clear on her eyes.
“Kris?” Susie tried again, more softy this time. “Is everything al….Gyahhh!”
Kris launch them self at Susie hugging her. Susie herself wasn’t a very huggy person and was ready to shove her friend out of her body, until she notice how tight they were hugging her and the quiet hiccups that were rocketing their body.
Susie wasn’t the best person at comfort but seeing her friend like this, didn’t sit right with her. So she hugged back, whoever how awkward it may be. But Kris didn’t seem to care, still sobbing on her shoulder.
Susie lifted her head, her gaze falling on Ralsei. The goat Darkner was standing there, having a worrisome expression on his face. Susie just huffed to get his attention. Ralsei looked at her and she made a sigh for him to also join the hug.
Ralsei quickly complied and with slow steps, went close to his friend and he reach his hand to hug them, despite not being able to fully hug Susie, due to their difference in size.
And they stayed there. Kris holding into Susie, like they fear for their life. Susie hugging Kris back, resting her on their head and smelling the apple shampoo and Ralsei not be able to reach Susie’s back but giving as much comfort as he can to soothe Kris.