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“Woah woah woah…. what?”
“YOU AREN’T FROM [[Around Town]]. IS ANYONE ELSE HERE? CAN I GET THEIR [Number]?! PLEASE!” He would have clinged to you, but there was nothing physical to grab on to. Yes, you were physically there, but you were more of an illusion than anything. “CAN YOU [Tour Guide] ME THERE? CAN YOU BRING ME TO [[HIM]]?”
“Calm—calm down, you're glitching so much I can barely understand you. What are you even talking about? Where’s ‘Heaven’?”
“YOU WOULD KNOW BETTER THAN ANY OF US, [Doll],” Spamton said, “CONSIDERING THAT’S THE WORLD YOU’RE FROM.”
Kris was looking at you, then Spamton, then you once again. He still refused to address the man directly, so he turned to you. “What is he talking about? And what do you mean by ‘game’?”
“I don't know how to say this,” you reply, “but I was playing a game, and somehow… I ended up like this.”
“So… you're a Lightner too?”
What were you called? “Real”? “An actual person rather than pixels on a screen”?
He wasn't getting it. I mean, it made sense… you wouldn't either if you were told that your very existence only resided within a computer.
Spamton wasn’t taking his eyes off you. He stared intently, wringing his hands in anticipation.
“N-no, Kris… I'm a real person. I boot up my computer to play a video game and then the next thing I know I'm stuck making decisions for you.”
Kris swiped his long hair away from his face, and you could see his confused expression illuminated by the red light you were omitting. His voice was hoarse. “I… I don't understand…”
“I don’t, either, but please, just know I never wanted any of this.” You had the courage to take a few steps closer to him, and even if he couldn't feel it, you rested your hand on his arm. “I don't know how we’re connected.”
Spamton grumbled, and you whipped your head around to look at him. "IF YOU DON'T KNOW HOW OUR WORLDS ARE [Connection Secure], HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO GET TO [Wacky Town]?"
You felt so disoriented, the fact that he didn't seem to care about that aggravated you to the core. "Do you even hear what I'm saying?”
"OF COURSE I DO, [Toots]!” He hopped up and down. “YOU’RE [A Real Boy!] OR… GIRL… THE [[Light]] IS SO [Help! It Burns!] I CAN HARDLY TELL,” Spamton squinted as Kris flinched at the sudden harsh audio snippets in the puppet’s voice. You noticed this, and you silently wished that you could somehow make the situation more comfortable for him. Spamton was slowly reducing the amount of space that was between him and the two of you.
Kris attempted to push you away when he realized that you were directly beside him. “Whoever you are, I don't want anything to do with you. You’re ruining my life!” He had been clutching his chest where you had once been, still leaning forward a bit.
“Kris, I'm so sorry, this is the last thing I wanted to happen,” you plead to him, but he refuses to look at you.
“H-HEY, WE DON’T NEED [Little Sponge] OVER HERE TO MAKE A DEAL, DO WE?” Spamton immediately appears in front of you, glasses reflecting your reddish glow. If you could physically kick him right now, you probably would.
You've played through the game far enough to know what kind of person he is. Scheming, erratic, devious… but what else could you do?
He knew about the world you came from. He saw it.
So he's your only option at freedom. At Kris’ freedom.
“What exactly do you want?”
“YOU KNOW.”
And you're his only option, too.