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"There are things that have to happen." Gaster exclaimed, his voice filled with nervousness.
"There is a plan that must be fulfilled. There are steps that need to be taken. I can't just SUDDENLY rearrange everything!"
The sound of more and more irritated tapping of talons echoed in his ears like glass beads dropped to the marble floor.
"There are sacrifices that have to be made."
He shivered. Angel's eyeless glare never left him, following his slightest move, every flinch, trapping him in the cage of it's attention.
"I can't just..." He felt the tension suffocating him, making every other breathe harder and harder to take the more Angel's grimace deepened.
"I..." Angel's quiet yet clear growl made his heart throb.
"ALRIGHT. ALRIGHT, YOUR WAY, FINE." He snapped. The next second tapping of talons turned into overjoyed, approving clapping of hands.
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Ring of the phone was deafening.
A sign of the upcoming catastrophe that made Spamton's skin crawl. His hand froze, grip on the pen tightened like it was his only lifeline.
"Spam? Are you going to answer?" Tenna's voice could barely reach the other.
Spamton stood up nearly crushed to the ground by the weight he felt in his soul. He slowly approached the phone, knees shaky, his hand sweaty as he reached for the receiver.
"Spamton." His throat tightened at the husky voice of his sponsor. "The contract." Gaster whispered.
Spamton felt the world around him spinning.
"My... friend wishes me to convey you their congratulations"
"A w-what?" Spamton stuttered suddenly dumbfounded.
"Your engagement. My friend is very happy for you."
Tension in short man's body left, replaced by the astonishment. He looked at his business partner, who despite not hearing a word from the speaker, looked just as confused as him.
"I.... Thank you?" He said cautiously. Something in the phone made an urgent, caw-like sound. "Umm..."
"Spamton, be sure to pass the congratulations to your partner as well."
"Of course?"
Caw sounded again, louder this time.
"One more thing. If you were to throw a wedding, I and my friend will be awating an invitation." Right after saying this, the caller hang up.
"Spammy?"
Spamton shook his head with a disbelief and put the receiver back to its place.
"Who was it? What happened?" Tenna asked.
"It..." Spamton placed a hand on his neck, trying his best to make sense of what has just happened.
"Would you..." He started eventually. "Would you like to have dinner after we sign this up?"
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Gaster put the phone receiver back on its place, finally ending the conversation.
Are you happy now? - he wanted to ask. But he didn't have to.
Enthusiastic clapping of clawed hands, the steady sway of the tail and the approving nodding made Angel's content as clear as day.