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Spamton tapped his foot on the floor of the slimy trash can witch he had ben calling home for years know. Spamton days where filled with staring at the ceiling and pickpocketing he loved finding little trinkets in peoples pockets he had a dedicated area in his home to place all the things he found while scurrying through cyber city.
But on this particular day he was justing thinking of that crappy old box he could’ent believe that when he was younger they where “friends”, he really missed that damn crt he missed the way he had made him laugh the way he made him sick with misery. Maybe if he had’ent Ben chosen by the divine one maybe things could have worked out he thought to him self, he highly doubted it but he could pretend Thats all he did anyway pretend that he was still the best salesman this generation had ever seen.
Spamton sighed there was no need getting so overworked by somthing that had happend so, so long ago at this point he coulden’t remember when he had ran from his life and his “lover” to seek the divine one. Spamton closed his eyes trying to fall asleep trying to get his mind of all this complicated shit he laid there for a few minutes before his sleep got interrupted by voices coming from a nearby trash can.
“What should we do with it?” Said a more female sounding voice he coulden’t really tell and he diden’t really care if he was totally honest he just wanted to sleep why did people have to be so intrusive.
“I DONT KNOW TOSS IT, JUST AS LONG AS WE DON’T KEEEP IT!” Responded a new voice sounding overwhelmed and defensive. He heard a slight creeping sound as a trash bins lid was lifted then ubruptuly slammed down closing the lid.
“Let’s get out of here” the first voice responded barely above a whisper making Spamton’s ears strain to pick up what they had said.
Spamton waited a good five minutes after the pair had left the alley, making his way to the trash can that he know held the unknown object “Poor (FITS TRASH AMAZING) you got (LEFT FOR THE SLIME) I know what it feels like” Spamton said solomly picking up the small translucent object and instantly dropped it as it had cut his finger with its sharp angels “you (GIVE A GOOD KICK)” Spamton laughed to him self.
This time Spamton picked up the object with a piece of soggy cardboard left on the floor trying not to get his fingers cut, “I would put you in my ( HOLE THAT CARRYS THINGS) but I don’t want to damage my ( HANDSOME SUITS FOR ONLY 9.99)” Spamton walked back to his home sweet home and placed the thing beside his makeshift bed he was using a a fluff less pillow as a blanket. “Good night (CHEEP CHASH)” Spamton murmured falling into what he thought was sleep.
When Spamton woke up he was lying on a piece of cardboard along with a few bugs crawling on him “GET OF YOU (BUG REPELENT)” Spamton leaped up form where he was lying he looked around realizing he wasn’t in his normal alley way neither his normal house. Spamton heard what sounded to be a creature dragging its self towards him he tried to get a better view of what was coming closer to him. But all he could see was large silueta with a Caine Spamton spotted that and turned the another way and started running and then heard a voice he never thought he would hear again “SPAMMY where are you going?”