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There were loud noises and bright lights all around him, an environment unlike any Pink had ever seen before. He turned around to see the portal he had opened closing quickly. It looked like he was stuck in this place until he could muster up enough magic to make another portal again. He looked up to see neon lights and tall, towering structures reaching into the sky. It was beautiful, but terrifying all at the same time. He heard the tail end of a conversation around a corner and peeked out to see a person , or perhaps a monster, made entirely out of pink phosphorescent light.
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"So anyways, Queen's rolling out new anti-adblock technology. I can't wait! I'm sure it'll be great for business!" A chipper voice prattled on.
"Yeah! Adblockers are a real b1t$^! Don't Lightners understand how they're stealing from hardworking corporations? And advertisements like us?" A voice that sounded vaguely familiar, like his own from a dream, traveled to Pink's ears. Pink approached, wanting to see the man that the voice came from for himself.
"F#*&, was that Spamton?" the 'advertisement' cursed in some strange language of symbols, glaring at a rodent-like creature that ran past.
"Spamton?!" Pink shouted, running towards the creature. "Is that really you?!" But it was too pale to be White. Before Pink could get a closer look, it dove into an alleyway. "Could you help me find him? I'm afraid I don't know this city very well." Pink pleaded.
"Would you like to buy some tea?" The pink-coloured being of light asked, leaning
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in close to examine him. Pink stepped back slightly.
"What? No. No I need to find him! Please, it's been months, we all thought he was dead. If Spamton is here, we just want to get him home." He insisted, glancing to the alley he'd seen what they had *called* Spamton darting into. That couldn't really have been his brother could it? Did he dare follow it into a shady alleyway to find out.
"You'd been letting that rat stay with you? And he didn't keep leeching off of you? I'd have thought after the first eviction he wouldn't have risked going back to the streets." Rat? Eviction? What the hell was going on?
"Don't you *dare* talk about my brother like that!" Pink snapped, shoving the Pink bird-like thing into the nearest wall. "What the fuck are you-"
"Woah, you can swear for real? Wait, are you a lightner? Is a new dark fountain open?! Why didn't anyone tell me?! Ugh! Those stupid bird brains were probably hoping to get into your pockets before I could." The bird commented, only confusing Pink more.
"What the hell are you talking about? Where am I? What's a lightner, what has happened to Spamton?!" He demanded, jerking his hands away when the other Pink tried to hold onto him. The customer service smile twitched on their face, turning into more of a grimace.
"We don't really like to talk about him. I'm sure you understand. After what happened? It's a cautionary tale! A real reminder of our places. None of *us* would ever risk trying to become *that* big again!"
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Pink gawked. "What are you talking about? Becoming too big? Cautionary tale? That's my *brother* you're talking about! Who are you to tell me *not to talk about him?!"
The human grabbed the front of the bird-like creature's shitty black v-neck, spinning them around to shove him up against the wall.
"Woah, woah, woah, slow down there, buddy!"
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"I'm not your 'buddy', pal." Pink spat, fisting shaking with barely in-check rage.
"Okay, okay!" The pink bird-like creature raised its hands up in surrender, glow pale and throat bared in submission.
Pink huffed, letting go and watching the other crumple to the ground with wide eyes. Lowering his hands to keep one near the holster on his hip, Pink glanced around the area warily.
"You said you were looking for your brother? What does he look like?" The other Pink questioned slowly, keeping his distance in case the human lashed out again.
"Similar to me, comes up to my shoulder, has a white streak in his hair." Pink grumbled.
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"And his names also White." He started again before clearing his throat. "But he won't respond to you if you call him that- he prefers Spamton."
The strange man in front of him stiffened, his light paling as he looked up at Pink, brows furrowed. "How did you know that?"
"Know what?"
"That... that his name used to be White."
The two Pinks stared at each other with wide eyes, understanding rippling between them, an unspoken realization.
"You're-"
"I'm-"
Silence. They inspected each other, eyes narrowing as they noted every difference, but after each one, a similarity. Their shared voices, shared heights, shared expressions. It was undeniable. They were both...
"Pink?" They said in unison, both running a shaky hand through their hair, one hand in a tight fist at each of their sides.
Magic, though unpredictable and incredible, didn't have the capabilities of whatever *this* was. He'd somehow sent himself to a fucked up dimension where he was... *this*? Where Spamton was regarded as a rat, as a leech? This couldn't be right. He would never think of his brother that way.
"If you haven't seen him, then there's no reason for me to be standing here talking to you." The human fumed, sick of talking to this uncaring, callous version of himself. It made him nauseous, just thinking about what might've happened for Spamton to have become an object of ridicule, of warning. What had he, what had *Spamton* done?
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Pink turned and began walking away, but the other pink called out after him. "Wait! I'll help you. If you're supposed to be me, then I want to know more about your reality. In exchange, I'll help you in your search. Sound like a good deal?"
Pink nodded, and the two of them walked into the city to begin their search. "So, could you tell me a little bit about all of this? What even is this place?" Pink asked.
"Cyber city. I'm not sure how it is in your reality, but we're all Darkners here. All objects in reality. I'm an Addison, an advertisement in the light world. Spamton was as well, but I'm not so sure what he even is now." The other pink explained.
What happened to Spamton in this reality? Would something similar happen to him back in his own reality? He had to find out. He needed to know so he could prevent it.
The two of them rounded a corner and saw something moving in the dark.
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"Spamton?" They both cried out in unison, a rat-like creature popping out of a dumpster.
"Hhhh-hhh-[hay] EVERY[ ]." His head shook up and down, somehow growing bigger. What sort of strange paroxysm had overtaken him?! Was he infected with some kind of virus? His brother didn't normally speak like this.
"Spamton, I've been worried sick for you!" Pink - Roseo, he decided to refer to himself using his birth name, in order to keep the two of them straight in his own head - approached, careful not to make any sudden movements. If Spamton had been living on the streets like an animal, then he was sure to be skittish.
"It's m-m-m-m-m-m-[Members Only]!" Spamton widened his stance, arms flailing about on either side of his body.
This... this wasn't his Spamton. Or at least, not his Spamton's body. This Spamton was unusually short - even shorter than his brother. And he had straight hair instead of curls, and even though he <i>did</i> have a white patch in his hair... it looked like a bad dye job, rather than an authentic streak. Plus, this Spamton was pale as a ghost, and his brother had rich brown skin, like the earth that gave them nourishment.
"Looking to [[take it home TODAY!!!]] a [all alone on a late night] [Hot humans in your area]?" This world's Spamton grinned.
... Was his brother a prostitute? Dear Angel. "It's not too late to come home. Even... even with this shame, I won't let you starve on the streets. You don't have to sell yourself, Spamton! You're my brother. Please, come home."
"[FREEEEEEEEEe] [Monopoly replacement house pieces]???" Spamton jumped up and down with joy. "I'll [[cumming]] home with UYUYUYUUUUUUU!"
... His brother needed church. Desperately. He needed to get thee to a nunnery, a REAL one, not a fucking brothel! And to get an exorcism. "We're taking you home. You're going to see a priest to confess your sins, and then you're going to get an exorcism for whatever demon's possessed you."
"YOu [[wishlist]] to FREE1111!!!!!11111 ME [[from: [email protected]]] my [Ring Ring.mp3]?" Spamton's glasses started sparkling silver sand, instead of being pink and yellow.
"Yes, I'm going to bring you home!" Roseo insisted, wrapping his long-lost brother in a hug. So what if he'd been possessed by a demon and had his body transformed into a white man? Spamton was still his brother, no matter what!
"You're really fine taking him in?" Pink hesitated, unsure if he should let the other Pink - Roseo - take Spamton off his hands.
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"Are you kidding me?! This is my brother, *our* brother. Why would I let him stay here to rot on the street if I could offer him help? Is that what kind of brother *you* are?" He asked him.
"Look, I know how it looks but he's... Unstable. It wasn't like none of us *tried* at first he just-" The Spamton in Roseo's arms started to glitch, a loud screech escaping from whatever speakers created his voice. It startled him so badly the human Addison dropped him to the ground and Spamton was once again running from him, even as he shouted for him to stop and come back. "Yeah... That. No matter what we try, we can't actually do anything. We leave out food sometimes, we do what we can, but it's not like we want him like this. None of us know what happened but ever since Mr. Tenna cut him from the show..."
"Who?"
"Oh right... Tenna. He's the boss of the TV dark world. He and Spamton were lovers. Inseparable at a certain point. They ran his show together, Spamton had it all while they were together but one day his sales just... they tanked. Everything, all at once, out of no where. And then all of the TV time ads with Spamton on them got replaced with just Mr. Tenna. He was evicted from Queen's mansion not long after that and when we were finally able to find him again he looked like... acted like *that*." Pink told him, guiding Roseo over to a nearby bench to sit down as he explained a little bit.
"... My Spamton wanted to be a performer too." He whispered, a wave of hopeless despair washing over him. What if he was too late? What if his Spamton was like that too, transformed into something beyond his recognition? "We got into an argument this winter at the church. He ran away, I thought... I thought he would have just gone home. That he would be there for me to yell at for embarrassing us when we got back. But it's been months now. Months of freezing temperatures, and he barely even knows how to start the fire when we bring in the wood!" He choked back a sob.
"I thought he was dead. But he... there was this portal or magic window or something. My brothers don't believe me but I saw him. I saw him and I know he was there. And he was hurt, massive bite marks and-"
"Sounds like he's found his Tenna." The Pink bird muttered with a snort, making him look up incredulously.
"What?"
"Sorry, that... Our Spamton showed up with all kinds of bite marks and things after he met Tenna. He's a massive guy, like 15 feet tall, and wicked sharp fangs. Spam got off on being basically eaten alive if the bites he left were anything to go by."
"He *what?*" Roseo asked, feeling sick and a little disgusted at the idea of that. Spamton would never! Would he?
"Oh yeah, But I mean I get it. If you saw him, you'd probably understand too."