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It all came crashing down at once, the anxiety and doubt, and finally it began to translate into tears.
Your body hunched and curled under the covers of your bed, your fingers intertwining themselves into your hair, and giving it a tug. Your body heaved with whimpers, and every breath was a struggle, wrecking your entire being.
You didn’t even notice the door creak open.
“[[Little Sponge]]?” Spamton asked, his voice hushed.. or at least as hushed as it can get. “ARE YOU [[hurt? click here for instant pain relief!]]” He said, standing in the doorway. You froze, trying to hold your breath, but the sniffles still filled the room.. You could feel his hard, heeled feet make their way towards your bed, before it shifted.. Soon enough you could feel him sitting at the edge.
“[[Little Sponge]]..” He repeated. He lightly tugged at the blanket. “DO YOU… NEED TO TALK..?” He asked. “IS IT… ALRIGHT.. FOR ME TO TOUCH..? OR DO YOU WANT ME TO [[keep my filthy hands off your free samples!]]” He added..
You stayed still for a few moments, before sitting up, allowing the blanket to slip off your quivering form. You could see his eyes soften behind the glasses. “OH..” He said softly before scooting forward. Immediately, your body began to shake, your tears once again intensifying. “HEY- HEY HEY HEY!” he panicked, before shooting forward, and wrapping his arms around you.. it felt.. nice..
“I.. DON’T KNOW WHAT’S [[click here for recent events!]] BUT.. IM [[in stores near you!]] Little Shot..” He added before tightening his arms around you. “I'M HERE..” He mumbled softly as he allowed you to cry into his shoulder. “It’ll be alright, little shot..” He hummed. “Your ol’ pal Spamton’s here.”