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(ok so it's late and I'm lazy idk why I'm doing this lolo)
btw Reader is like a female siamese cat cause that's what my friend likes but like I'm not really gonna specify your fur color or stuff like that and I'm prob gonna use it/its pronouns anyways cos like he don't know ur gender so yeah whatever enjoy ig
"W-WWELLlLl HELL0 TH3RE [[Ladies and Gents!]]-" Spamton screamed into the open space of the trash zone after opening up his dumpster- I mean home- and looked around with his arms in the air only to notice nobody was standing there. Weird...he could've sworn he heard footsteps walk by. Then again, he hadn't slept for a few nights by now and he might as well be starting to have auditory hallucinations at this point. Nonetheless, he took a second glance around the space he lived in and even hopped off, landing swiftly on the ground as he had practiced his "entrance in the scene" many times before, only to be met with the usual decaying alleyways he had grown so accustomed to over the years he had spent in that rotting place.
His arms lowered by his sides as he stood there, awkwardly shifting from side to side. His small frame (yes he's 3'4 tall MAX in this fic alright 😤 I need my little man and I need him NOW) seemingly slouched as the realization that no possible customer was in-sight hit. Normally he would not be this beaten up by such a measle thing and he'd brush it off without even thinking, as if it was second nature, which probably was seeing the purpose of Addisons- but I digress... ahem,, anyways. He didn't pay it any mind as he simply turned back and started walking back to his..."humble abode"...and planned on simply going back to rest, maybe he could get some shut-eye while he was at it, however he soon had to stop in his tracks when his ears picked up a sibilant noise coming from underneath the garbage can.
He glanced quickly beneath it and, surely, standing there, hiding in the shadows were a pair of glowing eyes, staring at him intently. At that, he jumped back like a cat scared by a zucchini placed behind its back while its guard was off and let out a high-pitched screeching sound, surprised by the sudden appearance of...whatever that thing was.
Spamton took a few steps back, his hands coming up near his face almost instantly as if to shield a possible attack.
The both of them stood unmoving, simply staring at each other for a good while before the- ...creature?..came out from its hiding, revealing itself to be a tiny creature that couldn't have been taller than himself, but surely not like anything he had seen before.
A chill ran up his spine, obviously, he was worried, he had no idea what this thing was and if it was dangerous to him, it just wasn't familiar.
Once the creature was at a fair distance from its hiding spot, it stood tall in all its furry might between the puppet and his 'house', eyeing the other curiously and tilting its head a few times.
Spamton squinted his eyes behind his bicolored glasses trying to figure out what this- thing...wanted, and as they stared at each other the tension in the air was thick as ever, so much so that small droplets of sweat started forming on the black-haired Addison's forehead. However, the little critter didn't seem to notice- or care- as it sauntered closer and closer to the Darkner.
Spamton froze reflexively and could do nothing but stare with wide eyes, even his breathing seemed to halt at the motion. He had no idea what sort of powers or hunting capabilities this...beast...could possibly have, but he guessed that, since it seemed like a much smaller version of a Tasque, must not be anything to be messed with. It wasn't often he ran into the occasional stray Tasque that would mistake him for a particularly fat and fun-shaped maus, yet he dreaded those memories as the overgrown felines would always put on a great fight, and they always seemed to have a friend with them or worse- a Tasque Manager.
If his intuitions were anything to go by he guessed this...tiny, weird-looking Tasque...could be just as good as a hunter as its larger counterparts.
He gulped.
He was at a loss here, with no idea what to do, and his legs just wouldn't move for some reason.
Were his joints rusty again?
God he wished he could have a shower at least, before he died by the...paws?...of this- this feral entity.
"Meow?"
Spamton dared to open one eye and peek at the source of the noise.
The fuzzy Lightner was now sitting right at his feet.
He looked it in the eyes and let out a sigh of relief as, much to his confusion, he noticed this sploingy seemingly having no interest in hurting him or scaring him at all.
Now that he took a better glance at it, he even thought it was sort of,, cute. Precious- even.
His body relaxed after a few heartbeats and he tilted his head at the small freakster in front of him while it mimicked his movements.
"HAHAEHEAEHHEHEA!!1!" The puppet let out a loud giggle, not dissimilar to an excited schoolgirl's, and bowed down to pet the chaos bundle on the head and scratch it behind its ears. Like the little ball of joy that it was, it stuck out its tongue and closed its eyes, starting to emit a low rumbling sound that Spamton would recognize as 'purring' as he, too, used to do that when he was particularly happy and relaxed...*used to*... nowadays he felt as if he just could not catch a break...nonetheless he grinned at the critter and pat it one last time on the top of its head before crawling back into his dumpster.
Before he could close the lid, however, the fuzzy blorbo jumped in along with the Darkner and meowed happily at the bit of warmth the confined space provided. Before Spamton could react the cute mipy had found a bag lying abandoned and forgotten about in the corner. The precious hellspawn (LOOK- I *REFUSE* TO REPEAT THE same WORDs I already said, what? once?? TWICE?? it's too much. too much for me. We need VARIETY PEOPLE 👏V👏A👏R👏I👏E👏T👏Y👏) seemed to be very interested in the contents of the bag, those being a sort of herb smashed in tiny bits, truthfully Spamton had no idea where he had found that but he knew an interested customer when he saw one, he could *smell* it, it was hard-wired into his system after all, and with the way the scrunkly was rubbing its cheeks against the now-tore-open bag it was pretty hard not to notice the clear interest all over its features. (guys I'm getting sleepy it's so late help forgive me) Dusting his shirt off and putting on his best smile and talking in his best salespitch, Spamton stood up and talked to the feline "ARE YOU [[Interesting choice of products]]??" For the cute tiny baby little moe creature could not understand it only tilted its head for a second before going back to nibble on the bits of catnip.
Suddenly, it stopped, and before Spamton could butt another word in it started gagging loudly.
After a few more gags the critter spit out a single dark dollar- which the washed-up salesman promptly picked up, wiped off on his already grimy shirt, and inspected. He shrugged and sat back down after stuffing the paper in his pocket "EH." he deadpanned for a moment before laying down next to the furball and staring at the ceiling while the animal went back to rub and nibble at the catnip "BETTER TH4N [[not a single thing-]] I GUESS" he concluded before letting himself drift off to sleep.
(lmao idk how to conclude fanfics so i just keep making everyone fall asleep uhhh idk i might add chapters to this but i don't think so so yeah shrugs idk whatever see ya)