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It had been two days since the Fun Gang had gotten back from Flower Castle and Spamton was still exhausted. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d gotten a full night of sleep. Ever since his fall from grace Spam had been haunted by night terrors any time he attempted to rest. Even trying to take a short nap always ended with him waking in a cold sweat. But right now, all he wanted to do was sleep.
Unfortunately that was not a wish he could fulfill. Ever since they’d defeated his NEO form, the Fun Gang, and by extension Spamton, had been constantly going on adventures. His dumpster had vanished with Cyber City and he hadn’t had nearly enough time in between adventures to make himself a home in Castle Town. He certainly didn’t have any friends he could go to. Most Cyber citizens hated him and the TV World Darkners definitely would have recognized his name.
All Spamton could do was walk around in search of some place he could safely rest for a few hours. He’d been around the entire town a few times now, but still had no luck finding a good spot. He was currently poking around behind the church for the third time, on the verge of passing out right then and there. But right as he was about to doze off, Spamton was jolted awake again by a sudden bright voice from behind him.
“Hey there little guy! You lost?”
Spamton jumped at the sound and quickly turned around. A golden man he had never met before was crouched there with a tilted head and a kind smile on his face. Spam looked the stranger over for a minute. He didn’t appear hostile and the question seemed genuine. Still, he hesitated a few moments before responding.
”…I’M [knot] [Lost and Found!]. JUST LOOKING FOR [somewhere, somehow] I CAN [catch some Z’s!],” he explained slowly. He gave a long yawn before asking, “WHO ARE [u] ANYWAY?”
At that the golden man stood up fully and dusted himself off. He was easily more than triple Spamton’s height. He noted the large wound in the stranger’s midsection covered by floral tape.
”Sorry to keep you waiting little guy! You can call me Flowery,” he said, giving a two finger salute. “And who might you be?”
”[#1 RATED SALESMAN 1997, SPAMTON G. SPAMTON!]. NICE TO [meat] YOU, [Flower Power!!]” Spam replied, giving him a nod. “NOW IF YOU’LL [You’re excused] ME, I NEED TO KEEP [looking high and low!] [$4.99] A PLACE TO [Car crash? We can help!].” He began to continue walking but the flower man simply started following, still talking to him.
“Raly didn’t give you a room? How rude of her.” he shook his head. Spam was certain he didn’t have the energy to keep chatting with this guy, but did so anyway. By the look of it, Flowery hadn’t heard any of the nasty shit most folks had to say about him. He could use at least one Darkner that didn’t hate his guts.
”SHE [Great offers!] TO, BUT I DIDN’T [Thinking of you!] I’D NE3D ONE. I’VE BEEN TRAVELING [Can’t stop won’t stop!] WITH [Kris cross applesauce] SINCE THEY F0UND ME,” Spam said, still searching around as he walked. At least this conversation would keep him awake while he looked.
“Well, don’t you have any friends you could go to then?” Flowery questioned while keeping pace with the much shorter puppet man. His dress shoes clacked on the stone ground with every step he took.
“[Host with the most!] PEOPLE HERE AREN’T [very pleased with your performance] WITH ME,” Spamton replied with a little bite in his tone. They had walked over to the back of the dojo now. He started poking near the dumpster, missing the one that had kept him safe in the city.
“I see,” was all Flowery said in response. Both of them stayed silent for a while. Spam continued shifting through trash, not caring to look back at his new acquaintance, until the golden man spoke once more.
“You could come stay with me and my friends in the Greenhouse for a night. Only if you’re comfortable, of course.” His voice was soft and welcoming as he extended the offer. The puppet man was surprised at this and spun around to face him. He scanned Flowery’s face for any sign that he was messing with him, but found none.
”[Are you sure] THAT WOULD BE [okie doki artichokie!]?” he was so tired and desperate to lay down that he just couldn’t bring himself to refuse like he normally would. He rubbed his eye and yawned.
“Absolutely, just leaf it to me!” the flower man said brightly, giving Spamton a wink.
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Spamton was arranging a small temporary nest in the spare room of the Greenhouse. The other flowers had been very understanding of his situation, for the most part. The purple one was a bit sceptical at first, but Flowery quickly convinced them it was ok. Other than that, Spam was surprised by how kind they all were to him. It was a huge breath of fresh air from how folks normally treated him.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Before he could say anything, the flower man let himself in.
”How’s it going in here, little buddy?” Flowery asked as he popped in with a smile. He spotted Spam’s nest and took a few steps into the room.
”JUST FIN1SHING [up and attem!] A NEST [4] THE NIGHT,” he replied, carefully placing a few more leaves.
”Cool beans. Is there anything else you need or are you all set?” the golden man politely asked. Spam stood up and dusted himself off before giving a response.
“I TH1NK I'M ALL [Good to go!].”
“Ok, if you change your mind feel free to come bug me. Just look for the door with golden flowers.” Flowery said brightly. He started to exit the room, but stopped halfway through the doorframe.
“Oh, and Spamton, if you ever need a place to stay again, the Greenhouse is always open,” the flower man said, the smile on his face seeming to grow kinder. The puppet hesitated a moment before saying anything back.
“TH4NK YOU.” He returned the smile as best he could. With that, Flowery left and Spam began to get comfy in his little nest. He soon drifted happily to sleep, feeling hopeful and well rested for the first time in a long while.