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Jevil laid there in Kris’ pocket, snoring a little in his sleep. He was curled up as if he was a cat near a nice warm fireplace with his tongue hanging out the side of his mouth. He was laughing slightly in his sleep; small “UEE HEE HEE”’s erupting from his throat.
The Jester started stirring awake when a supposed scrubbing and frustrated glitching made their ear twitch. He sat up with a yawn and big stretch that just made him want to go back to sleep more than originally planned. They turned their head to the source of the noise to find a spam mailman trying to scrub off the foam that was covering him with his hands.
Jevil had to suppress a laugh at his mailman friend, getting into position for what they called “a little fun”; starting by laying back down on his stomach and army crawling his way towards Spamton while trying to suppress a laugh crawling up from his throat. As he got closer he could hear his friends glitched mumbles more clearly. “S-Stupid [Trash heap] I [come get yours now] out for [once in a lifetime deal] and this is the [live reaction] I get?”
Spamton turns his doll-like head around to check behind him, only to find that Jevil was not where he last saw him sleeping. Exclamation marks can be seen above his head as he turns his head side to side, up and down, but Jevil is nowhere in sight.
Alarm bells went off Spamton's head, knowing something was wrong but still he shrugged it off, too busy trying to get the foam out of his suit. He turns back around so he can see what he’s doing more clearly, and- “BOO!” Out pops Jevil in the form of a spring toy bobbling around. “AH” Jevil Laughs as Spamton jumps and yells out in surprise, his heart pumping out of his chest, attached to a chain.
This reaction sends Jevil into a loud belly laughing fit, clutching his stomach and rolling on the ground. Spamton however, stands there slouched forward with his hand on his chest, shaking from the scare that he just got. “NU-HAH HA HA!” Jevil exclaimed in amusement. “YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN THE LOOK ON YOUR FACE, FACE!” he kicks his feet in the air as his excitement increases instead of dying down.
Spamton snaps out of his shock and snatches his chained heart off the ground and shoves it back into his chest, the shock turning into anger. “YOU ST-TUPID [clown around town!] WHY THE [!@#¿] IS [Wong wants to reach you] WITH YO-U!?” he yells while kicking and shaking his fist at the jester who howled out laughter.
“IT’S JUST A SIMPLE GAME, GAME! A JOKE, JOKE!” Jevil attempts to defend themself from the kicks being inflicted on him, which proved itself effortless against an angry addison. “[!@#%] YOU, [!@#%] YOU, [!@#%] YOU!” Spamton hurled censored insults at Jevil, his voice cracking with every bleeped out swear.
Jevil suddenly feels a drop of water on his cheek, and Spamton's kicks slowly get weaker until he eventually stops entirely. The jester turns his head up to find him standing there, blank faced, with his dealmaker glasses displaying heavy rain. “SPAMTON?” Jevil questions, using his tail to push himself up. Spamton doesn’t respond, only turning around to drag his feet over to a corner of Kris’ pocket and sitting there curled up with his knees pulled up to chest.
Jevils at a loss for words, he sort of wishes he just stayed asleep so they wouldn’t have to deal with this, but there was something inside his chest that wanted to help his friend with whatever was going on. So despite his usual behavior, he walks over to Spamton and sits down behind him. “What do you [want a free trial?] now?” Spamton yelps as he’s picked up and placed onto Jevils lap, his glasses changing back to their normal pink and yellow lenses. “[Deals that make you go woah woah woah!] what in the [4.99]-” The jester proceeds to lick Spamton with his incredibly long tongue, removing some of the foam from his body and leaving the salesman speechless, looking up at them with a confused look. Jevil chuckles while Spamton stares, not caring.
Jevil continues to lick away the foam on Spamton’s body, the smaller man doing nothing to stop it either due to shock, acceptance, or actually finding comfort in being licked clean like a dirty kitten. When all the foam was consumed and Spamton’s hair was smooth, Jevil placed him back down. “FEEL BETTER, BETTER?” He asks, looking at Spamton’s confused expression with amusement. “..Yeah I [you wanna guess]” He rubbed his shoulder, the events from earlier still fresh in his mind.
The jester tilts his head to the side in playful curiosity, unsure what the mailman was so upset about, and had a hunch he didn’t want to talk about it. “WHY DON’T WE DRAW! I THINK IT MIGHT TURN THAT FROWN OF YOURS UPSIDE DOWN!” They pull the corners of their mouth up into a smile, creeping out the other darkener a little.
“[Drawing supplies or sale!]?” Spamton asks, wondering where Jevil got the idea to draw from. It made his heart race a little and his hand twitched from nervousness. “Why would you [suggestion box] [25% sale on art]?”
Jevil lets go of his face and sways from side to side. “I FOUND YOUR ART PILE, PILE!” the jester reveals, their tongue sticking out a bit in playful innocence. Spamton’s heart rate increases and his eyes widen behind his multicoloured glasses. “What the [fifty percent off!]!? I thought you and [I/me/myself] [terms and agreement] not to look in our respected [spacious pockets]” His face burns red with anger and embarrassment. He was meant to be a business man, he wasn’t supposed to enjoy things like art. He is an addison, all they do is advertise. This is also an advertisement. Thought Narrators are now only 9.99.
“UEE HEE HEE! LIGHTEN UP MAILMAN, MAILMAN! THAT RULE WAS NEVER VERBALLY ESTABLISHED, SO DOES IT REALLY MATTER, MATTER?” “You sound like a god damn [psychologists in your area] I mean [pussy in your area] [!#$%] I MEAN [psy-] Philo-s0phy!-” Spamton seems to be malfunctioning, smoke coming out of his ears and his face glitching like a failing program with multiple viruses. Jevil’s small chuckles are now lined with concern as his friend starts spilling out advertisements in a way that seems painful. Jevil licks his face again.
“E-E-W STOP THE [Gross slime]!” Spamton exclames, his glitches coming to a stop. He hates how that helped him calm down. “YOU KNOW YOU LOVE IT!” Javil takes Spamton’s hand and leads him to a certain area Spamton deemed ‘his territory’ even though it didn’t exactly matter in a void pocket. “Why would I ever [Mc’ lovin’ it]!?” Jevil only responds with a small laugh before taking out a 3 dimensional file of a painting program Spamton hid away under a pile of Pipis.
Spamton snatches away the file as soon as Jevil hands it over. “Don’t go through my stuff next time, [Clown around town]...” He hugs the painting program close to his chest and turns away from Jevil, sitting down and opening the program. He slumps over the Microsoft paint window in his lap and starts doodling.
I’M SO FUCKING GAY
Jevil smiles and looks over Spamton’s shoulder, resting his head. Spamton’s cheeks turn red once again due to being surprised by the Jester. His brows furrow at the other. “Do you [miners]?” He asks rhetorically. “NO I DON’T MIND, MIND!” Jevil teases, frustrating the mailman even more.
The Addison sighs, running his hands through his dirty hair before pressing ctrl c and v, not on a key board, or on the program, he just moves his fingers in the familiar copy past style and a second window opens up. “[Here ye here ye] will this [stop in the name of the law!] from bothering [mi mi mi!]” Jevil’s smile beams brighter as he quickly snatches the program away from Spamton and leans on him, their backs pushing against each other. Spamton grumbles about how annoying Jevil is, trying to distract himself from the touch.
Jevil tests out some features on the program since he’s never used something like it before, sometimes speaking to ask Spamton for help when they can’t get out of the select option, but overall staying quiet and dragging his finger across the digital canvas.
The corners of Spamton’s puppet mouth curl upwards unconsciously, finishing the last detail of his drawing. It’s a picture of a sunny day with clouds all around, a shaky portrait of Spamton on the flat grass on the bottom of the canvas, when he was in his “Big Shot” years. What looks like Spamton’s hand with spark burns and cuts on it holding the end of a TV cable and dragging an old CRT with its antennae snapped off across the field. Spamton giggles at his creation.
He then feels an arm wrap around his waist, now noticing Jevil has fallen asleep, snoring out laughs again. The spam mail groans. “You [Lazy? Try these easy-] [Clown around town]..” he tilts his head back on Jevil’s shoulder and sighed, finding comfort in the other's soft body. "At least you feel just a little [back better than ever] than the [god damn garbage can]” he mumbles.
Off to the side, Jevil’s microsoft paint window is still open. It shows a simplistic doodle of Jevil and Spamton holding hands in a prison cell, with the words “FREEDOM!” in big bold letters above the two. Spamton pays no mind to it, and succumbs to sleep
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