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The Comeback Special

13 Degrees.

The wind was unforgiving in Cyber City. Winter was here, and it wasn’t holding back. No matter what kind of Darkner you were, whether it be a werewire, a swatchling, a tasque, or even a maus, the cold affected them all. Those who were privileged enough to be programmed with insulators such as fur or feathers were better equipped to stave off this cold, but not all are created the same. Some needed to seek modifications like clothing files to keep warm, and some simply had homes to retreat to when the cold became too much.

One was not so lucky.

Once beloved by customers as the best sales Addison the city has ever known, a fallen and broken Addison sought shelter from the sheer cold in an empty dumpster down a shady alleyway. Their name was Spamton G Spamton. With no home to go to, no fur or feathers to shield them, and barely any dense clothing modifications to protect them, the Addison was left to face the elements at their intensest. Only armed with a stain-ridden white sweater, a torn up black trenchcoat, and a stiff and stale fleece blanket, Spamton braced for one of the hardest nights he may face this winter. If he wanted to get sleep of any kind that night, he would have to sacrifice any kind of comfortable sleeping position in order to warm up. He was curled up hard into a ball in the corner of the dumpster, his blanket wrapped around his compressed body tightly. But the cold sharp air easily penetrated his defenses, leaving him without much hope of getting any sleep. His teeth chattered harshly, no way of crying out for help except for the soft whimpers he made from the painful temperature. His body shook violently with desperation, desperate for any kind of relief. It was difficult for his body to produce any kind of warmth, he was quite malnourished, and hadn’t had a decent meal in days, leaving his system running on empty. The cold air hurt so much, It was as if someone was stabbing his body with thousands of frozen needles over and over again. His eyes were firmly clenched, beads of tears lined his ducts due to the pain, which were on the brink of freezing right to his face. There would be no sleep tonight, only slow and agonizing pain and numbness for Spamton. Gasps of harsh, labored breaths escaped from the Addison’s blanket ball, his body’s last attempt to call out for help. With time, each breath became painful as well, the freezing wind filling his cavity and shocking his vocal chords, leaving the broken salesman in complete silence. His energy for the night spent, he was too drained to keep himself warm, eventually succumbing to the icy hand of motherboard nature, as he passed out into a deep hibernating state. His body unclenched, and collapsed face first onto the solid floor of the dumpster, leaving him open and vulnerable to the elements. He was at the mercy of the weather…

*Creeeeaaaaak*

The dumpster lid was hoisted open, and a trash bag was thrown into the opposite corner from where Spamton was lying down. Despite the loud thud of the bag, Spamton remained outcold and motionless. The one who opened the dumpster was a resident Addison of the apartment building nearby, and coincidentally enough, this was an Addison Spamton knew all too well. It was Banner, his blue and empathetic coworker, the only Addison who went to check on him when he was being evicted from the Queen’s mansion. Banner was always the kindest to Spamton, and even showed immense regret from the getgo when the team abandoned Spamton. They were the one who encouraged him the hardest when he had a no-sale shift, or would buy him a coffee and snack when he had run out of money and hadn’t eaten yet that day. They were Spamton’s rock during his Addison days, and there they stood at Spamton’s dumpster doorstep, just about to be unaware of his presence, if it wasn’t for the static coming from his glasses, his body’s last signal for help. They gasped when they took notice of the little Addison.

“O-Oh my God, i-is that, Spamton?” Banner wondered with concern.

They lifted the other side of the dumpster lid and took a closer look. There was no doubt about it; it was him, and he didn’t look good.

“Oh shit, Spamton!? Wake up!” they yelled, reaching in to pull him out.

His hands were ice cold to the touch and he wasn’t responding, the static in his glasses slowly fading. Banner grabbed Spamton’s fleece blanket and wrapped him up tightly and held him close, hoping some of their warmth would transfer to him. They knew that they had to get him as quickly as they could back to their place and warm him up before he succumbed to frostbite, so they wasted no time booking it back to the apartment.

‘Oh god, please don’t die, please don’t die…’ Banner thought, worried that he might not make it.

They aggressively pressed their room’s door button over and over until the door buzzed open after a few seconds. They hustled their way to their apartment door and slammed it open, startling the other Addisons who were visiting them that night.

“Whoa Banner, what happened out there?” Vid asked, turning towards Banner from the couch.

“Off the couch Vid! Click, get a hot water bottle! Survey, grab a-” Banner commanded, but was interrupted by Click.

“Hey hey hey, calm down! Take a breath and explain to us what’s going on!” Click said firmly, his hands on Banner’s shoulders.

“N-No! He’s- in trouble! Spamton- he’s freezing! We need- to help him!” Banner cried, pushing Click out of the way and placing Spamton down next to Vid on the couch.

“Hey!” Vid complained, Banner having ripped the blanket right off of him to wrap Spamton up more.

“Wait, is that really Spamton?” Click questioned, getting up from the floor and approaching Banner.

“DON’T JUST STAND THERE, HELP ME!” Banner screamed, tears in his eyes and his teeth grit.

“O-Okay okay!” Click replied, running to the kitchen to retrieve a hot water bottle.

“Oh man, he looks terrible! Where’d you find him?” Vid asked Banner.

“He was in a dumpster, I thought he was frozen solid!” Banner answered, tightening the blankets around Spamton. “He’s still alive, but we have to warm him up, he’s not waking up!”

“I’ll go grab the heated blanket.” Survey announced, running into the bedroom to grab it.

Banner stayed by Spamton’s side and attempted to warm up his little hands. They were stiff and locked in a closed fist, so frozen that it even made them shiver. Banner cupped Spamton’s hands inside theirs and blew hot air into them. Click soon returned with the hot water bottle and they placed it on Spamton’s chest inside the blanket, making sure that it wasn’t touching bare skin so as to not burn him or warm him up too quickly so his body wouldn’t go into another shock. Survey soon followed with the heated blanket and they plugged it in, wrapping him up in a third layer. The heat from the blanket soon penetrated the other layers and began to warm him up to the point where his body started to shiver again, adding more heat energy to the blanket wrap. All four of them sigh in relief to see that he was starting to recover, and Banner gave their brothers a hug.

“Th-Thanks guys… I thought we lost him for good…” Banner sniffled.

“It’s okay Banner, relax now. He’ll be alright now, take a breather.” Survey reassured, rubbing Banner’s back.

“O-Okay…” Banner nodded, lying down on the couch next to Spamton.

The other 3 sat on the floor next to the couch, and anxiously waited for him to wake up. At the same time, each of them began to realize what kind of trouble they were going to face when Spamton woke up, they were sure going to get an earful about abandoning him during his big shot days and practically kidnapping him from his dumpster. Click rubbed the back of his neck, Survey twiddled his thumbs, Vid bit his nails, and Banner rubbed their temples. What felt like forever to them was only a few minutes later, and Spamton’s glasses had switched from static to their usual pink and yellow coloring. The four of them could see behind his glasses at this point, Spamton’s tiny black beady eyes beginning to open. A soft groan escaped his mouth and he attempted to sit up, but found himself practically bound by the amount of blankets that were wrapped around him. Banner eased him back into a lying position.

“N-No Spamton, you need to rest and warm up.” they told him firmly but calmly.

“Nnrrgghhh… Wh-Where… Wh-” Spamton tried to speak, but was ultimately shushed by Banner.

“Relax Spamton, you’re in rough shape. You’re at Banner’s home, you remember us, right?” Click answered.

Suddenly Spamton’s eyes shot open and he began to struggle more, as if Banner’s name was a trigger to some kind of fight or flight response. The four of them gasp and try to hold him down. It was surprising how strong he was despite being weak from starvation and the cold.

“No Spamton! You’re not well!” Vid yelled.

“Stay still!” Click instructed.

“Relax, you’re gonna hurt yourself!” Survey warned.

“Shhhhh, calm down, Spammy! Let us help you!” Banner told him with worry.

Somehow Spamton managed to break free from his blanket wraps and out of their grips from the massive jolt of adrenaline his body released. He scrambled his way to the door, his feet barely keeping up with him and almost tripping on each other. He flings the door open and makes his way to the apartment entrance, where the four of them catch up to him. They watch as he pries the front doors open and is presented with a very strong gust of wind that was carrying a bit of snow with it, covering Spamton in a layer of frost. Within seconds his knees collapse under him, and he’s brought down with a thud. Banner gasps and runs quickly over to Spamton, scooping him up and brushing the frost off his face.

“Spamton, what in Cyber City were you thinking!? You could’ve gotten seriously hurt!” Banner questioned with concern.

“I-I don’t need your [HELP WANTED]... I-I can [MAKE IT RAIN] on my own [TERMS AND CONDITIONS]...” Spamton muttered, violently shivering from the gust of wind that hit him.

“Please Spamton, let us help you. I know you want to feel independent, but this isn’t the time, buddy. It’s below freezing out there and you’re only wearing a sweater. That dumpster isn’t going to keep you warm… Please swallow your pride and relax, you need to get better.” Banner told him, standing back up and stroking his rosy cheek.

“...Don’t [$8.99 PAMPERS CRUISERS] m-me, I’ll be [A-OKAY] with just a [GOOD NIGHT MOON]’s rest on the [GROUND FLOOR]... I d-don’t need the [LOVESAC: DESIGNED FOR LIFE FURNITURE]…” he instructed, his stubbornness clearly visible.

“Spam, we’re not gonna have you sleep on the floor or the couch. You need some real sleep, plus we have a spare room you can use, we don’t mind sharing beds to let you have some privacy.” Banner replied, holding Spamton closer.

“...fine.” he huffed, finally admitting defeat and allowing Banner to bring him back to their apartment.

Click followed beside the two of them, his nose wrinkling from the sudden stench that just smacked him in the face.

“Ugh Spam, when was the last time you took a shower!?” Click cringed, wafting the air around them.

“Click, Don’t embarrass him more than he already is!” Banner barked at Click, ruffling Spamton’s hair. “You’re welcome to a nice hot shower once you’re warmed up…”

Spamton answered with a soft groan, but had no intention of taking a shower, no matter how much dirt and grime was in his hair and on his plush body. Taking their free hospitality offers went against his drive to be completely independent from them, especially after the four of them had abandoned his friendship long ago. But in his current state, he was in no condition to turn them down, but wouldn’t make it easy for them to help him. He was soon wrapped back up in the blankets on the couch, the warmth of the electric blanket enveloping his freezing frame. His eyes began to droop as his instinct to run away lessened and his shivering ceased. He clung to the hot water bottle like a cat holding onto their mother for comfort, and let himself lean back into the couch. Once his energy could stop primarily focusing on warming himself up, it had turned to other issues he had on hand. Spamton didn’t realize just how hungry he was, it had been days since he’d last eaten, but he had gotten so used to going without that he had gotten real good at hiding it. But tonight, that was not the case.

*Grroowwwrrlll*

The four Addisons all turned to Spamton at the same time, each with a different look of worry. Banner turned to Survey and gave him a suggestive nod, Survey got the hint and went to prepare Spamton a cup of tea. They knew he needed to eat, but were worried that he wouldn’t be able to keep it down after having nothing for a long time. If he could first keep the tea down, then he should be able to keep food down.

“Hey buddy, we’re gonna make you some tea. I know you must be starving, this should help any nausea you might get or have with your meal.” Banner whispered to him.

Spamton whined and struggled a bit in his blanket wraps. Banner quickly held Spamton close and rubbed his head, softly shushing him. They could tell he was both in pain and fighting his inner prideful demons, and kept their patience up.

“Nnnoooooo! No [T MINUS 10 SECONDS], I don’t want [FOOD COURT AHEAD: EXIT 16], I’m fiiiiine! I’m not [LOW ON FUEL]!” he rejected, struggling harder in the blankets.

“Stop flailing, Spamton! You don’t need to tough it out right now, we’re here to help you get better. Plus, you’re not fooling us, I can hear your stomach growling from here..” Click snarked, filing his nails on the chair across the room.

*Grrrgggrrrlll*

“Speak of the devil…” Click snickered.

“Click, not now…” Vid sighed, rolling his eyes.

“Here Banner, I made sure it wasn’t too hot to drink already.” Survey softly smiled, handing Banner the mug.

“Thanks Survey… Spamton, open your mouth for me.” Banner said warmly, holding the tea near his face.

Although he wanted to refuse the tea again, he knew that the more he resisted, the more they would be hounding him with more healthcare. Despite how much his soul hurt to do this, he slowly opened his mouth, allowing Banner to pour some tea in. Gulping it down, the tea instantly filled his belly with a medicinal heat, calming the hunger pangs a bit; the taste was strangely familiar.

“I don’t remember which one of our teas was your favorite, so I hope you’re okay with mine.” Survey added.

Spamton finished his drink and nodded, snuggling back into the blankets. He let out a sigh and a faint bit of steam escaped from his nose. Banner chuckled at the sight, Vid giggled a bit, Survey smiled, and Click simply huffed.

“Now then Spamton, do you want to try to eat something now, or shower first?” Banner asked him quietly.

“N-No… No [HOOVER DAM], or [FAST FOOD]... so [SLEEP MODE]...“ Spamton rejected.

“Are you sure? It might help you sleep better… C’mon, just a quick rinse, you’ll sleep more comfortably without mud caked to yourself.” Banner countered.

Spamton groaned and turned his head deeper into the blanket wrap and curled himself up tight. It seemed like he wasn’t going to budge this time. They decided that it was best not to push him farther, sure it was a bit annoying to have someone refuse any help you offer to them, but this was Spamton they were talking about; ever since he joined the Addison team, he had been headstrong, stubborn, and very prideful. Anytime they tried to offer him advertising advice, he would ignore them. It seems his personality had never left him after all these years. Banner sighed and lifted Spamton up, carrying him to the spare room to tuck him into bed. They figured it was best that he got some much needed rest first before anything else.

“Tch, typical Spammy. So resistant to help...” Click mumbled under his breath.

“That’s enough, Click. Our friend’s suffering, and it’s all our fault.” Survey growled, glaring harshly at him.

“Our fault!? When was it our fault when he decided to rub his success in our faces and snap at us when we questioned about the source of it!?” Click yelled. “You can see it, he’s not sorry for what HE did, he wants nothing to do with us!”

“Shhhh! Click, he’s sleeping…” Banner shushed, peeking out of the guest room. “I think it’s best that we head to bed, it’s been a long night for all of us…”

“We can discuss what to do with him tomorrow after he’s had a good breakfast and a shower.” Survey declared, heading for one of the bedrooms.

“Ughh, fine… Don’t expect me to get up in the middle of the night if he cries from a nightmare…” Click grunted, heading towards the bathroom to freshen up before bed.

“G’night guys.” Vid yawned, heading to the bedroom with Survey.

The four of them decided that Click and Banner would sleep in one bedroom, Vid and Survey would sleep in the other bedroom, leaving Spamton the guest room to himself to allow him to sleep better and give him a bit of privacy and independence. Banner was concerned that Spamton would try to take off again in the middle of the night, so as a precaution, they had locked the bedroom windows and locked the door, hoping that might slow him down enough to where they could catch him.

“Do you think he’ll be alright alone in there?” Survey asked Vid, brushing the fur on his head.

“He lived on his own in the garbage for years, I’m sure one night in a bed won’t make a difference on his health.” Vid answered, climbing into his side of the bed.

“I guess you’re right.” Survey agreed, turning the lights out and climbing into bed too.

“Click, try not to be so blunt around Spamton tomorrow, he’s clearly still upset about what we did, and I know you’re still mad at him… But now is not the time to talk about that, his health needs to come first.” Banner confronts, changing into a nightgown.

“Look, I just don’t think he’s being grateful for our help-” Click started, but was cut off.

“Click, enough! I don’t want to hear another word out of you, you have no idea what kind of pain and suffering he went through living in the streets… unless you’d like to know firsthand tonight… Now go to bed.” Banner scolded, climbing into bed and ripping the covers more to their side, not leaving Click with much.

“Okay okay, jeez…” Click muttered, giving up on the conversation and climbing into bed, turning the light off. “Atleast I can still get my beauty rest.”

The four of them slowly shut their eyes and eventually lulled into sleep from the night silence.

- - -

*GRRROOWWWRRLLL*

Click’s eyes shot open and realized where the strange sound was coming from. Of course, it had to be Spamton… He let out a frustrated groan and pushed the pillow his head was lying on into his ears. Banner simply tried to ignore it and kept their eyes shut. Survey had been woken up by the noise, but just rolled over and shut his eyes again. Vid… didn’t notice, and was too deep into sleep, snoring with his rear end in the air and one leg off the bed. Click sighed and sat up, knowing he most likely wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep. He turned to the clock, only three hours had passed. Dammit.

*GRRRGRRRRLLLL*

Suddenly Click started to climb out of bed, about to storm into Spamton’s room in frustration, when he felt something grab him.

“Let it go…Go back to bed…” Banner mumbled, lightly grabbing Click’s arm and giving him a tug.

“Banner, I can’t sleep with all this noise! His stomach is so fucking loud...” Click complained, picking up his pillow and pressing it aggressively against his ears again.

“Do you want to live in a dumpster with nothing to eat this week and sleep in the cold too?” Banner sternly asked.

“N-Nooo? Of course not!” Click replied, his face changing from irritated to hesitant when he saw Banner’s face turn to him.

“Then two words: Shut. Up.” Banner snarled, giving Click a serious look. “Or I’ll make it happen…” They turned back around and fell back asleep.

Click got the message and decided to try and sleep through the noise. He was quite the light sleeper, and any noise that wasn’t a white noise machine tended to wake him up. He climbed back into bed, kept the pillow pressed against his ears and turned to his side, trying to get into a more comfortable position. He thought perhaps he could try counting some tasques jumping over the Queen’s vases to help him relax enough to rest again. He counted one, two, three, four, five, six, spaghetti code, a CD bagel, a Butler juice- what? His eyes shot open as his thoughts about tasques turned into thoughts about food, leading to his own stomach to start gurgling at him for a midnight snack.

“Shut the fuck up…” Click grumbled, ignoring his belly, pulling the covers up and shutting his eyes tight, eventually drifting back to sleep after a few tosses and turns.

- - -

Morning soon rolled around and the four Addisons stretched their way out of bed. Click didn’t get much of a wink of sleep while the others were decently rested. Vid quickly got out of bed to go brush his hair and teeth while Survey got dressed in his Sunday best. Banner put on a robe and headed for the kitchen to make a few pots of coffee for everyone and begin making some cinnamon toast. Click reluctantly stumbled out of bed, rubbing the now visible dark circles under his eyes, and shuffled into the bathroom. Once everyone was done getting ready for the morning, they headed to the kitchen where Banner greeted them with a good morning and a cup of coffee. Spamton was the last to wake up, slowly crawling his way out of the opening of the blanket wraps. The inside was stained with dirt from his clothes. He stepped down from the bed and wandered over to the door, reaching up for the handle. Despite his size only being a couple feet shorter than his friends, things around him just always seemed taller. He jiggled the handle to find it stuck in a lock position. He was worried that he had gotten stuck in the room without realizing it, so he started to turn the handle over and over a bit more aggressively. Banner overheard the door handle noises and walked over to unlock it, bending down to Spamton’s level.

“Morning Spamton, did you sleep well?” Banner asked, smiling.

“U-Uhhh…Y-Yeah, I feel a bit [RECHARGE COMPLETE]...” Spamton stuttered.

“Good, now c’mon. I made some coffee, I’m sure you could use the caffeine.” Banner said, taking Spamton’s hand and leading him to the kitchen.

At first Spamton kept his head down, not exactly wanting to look his friends in the eyes, he knew they were most likely mad at him for his behavior during his big shot days. He wanted to quickly come up with something to say to them just to break the ice and lessen the tension, but his voice was caught in his throat. He felt like all eyes were on him when he walked into the kitchen with Banner, but he was correct, all eyes were on him.

“Mornin’ Spam.” Vid greeted, taking a bite out of some toast.

“Feel a little better?” Survey asked, sipping some tea.

“Sleep well?...” Click questioned, sarcasm lingering in his voice.

Spamton nodded, keeping his eyes to the floor.

*Grrrooowwwrrllll*

The four of them all were startled at the sudden noise, but ultimately tried not to directly confront him about it right away. Banner smiled and let his hand go, headed toward the stove, and grabbed a pan from the cabinet. They snapped their fingers and Vid reached into the fridge, handing them a carton of eggs.

“Well, a good morning to you too!” Survey chuckled, ruffling Spamton’s hair.

“That’s quite a noise, Spammy!” Vid giggled, patting his own belly.

“A bit too noisy if you ask me…” Click muttered under his breath while sipping his coffee.

“Spamton, what would you like for breakfast? Scrambled eggs, pancakes, some cinnamon toast? I’ll make you whatever you want.” Banner offered, turning their head to smile at him.

It was at this moment that Spamton walked over to the coffee pot and grabbed the mug Banner had left for him, taking a small sip. All four of them stared at him, waiting for his answer, knowing most likely he was going to ask for a Queen buffet. But to their surprise…

“Y-You don’t need to [SLAVE LABOR] away to make me a [$1.99 MCGRIDDLE], I’ll be [ALL SET] with a coffee…” Spamton replied.

“I knew he wouldn’t want anything…” Click complained.

“B-But Spam, you didn’t want to eat dinner last night, and who knows when you ate last!” Survey countered with worry.

“Aren’t you starving though?” Vid asked.

“Please Spammy, at least have some cinnamon toast or something, you’re not well…” Banner begged, bending down to Spamton’s level.

“[NO]! I’m fine! Now leave me [ALONE ON A LATE NIGHT?]...” Spamton yelled, strutting away from the Addisons and headed over to the balcony.

The four of them watched as Spamton opened the balcony glass door and stepped out, rustling his free hand in his pocket. Vid got down from the counter and walked toward the balcony, peeking at what Spamton was doing. To his surprise, he watched as Spamton pulled out a broken cigarette and a lighter from his pocket and began to light himself a drag. It took Vid aback, he had no idea that Spamton smoked. It was something Addisons would greatly avoid getting into as they tend to have very addictive personalities.

“S-Spam? Are you… smoking?” Vid stuttered.

“I’m sorry, WHAT!?” Click yelled from across the room.

“It’s just a [HOBBY LOBBY] I picked up at the [ROYAL HOUSE], I don’t [TAKE ‘EM DOWN] that often, why?” Spamton replied, taking another hit.

“Spammy, that’s not good for you, don’t you know how addictive that stuff is to Addisons!?” Survey warned, approaching the balcony.

“It’s nothing to [WORRY WORRY WORRY] about, I know [WTF] I’m doing, get off my [BABY BACK RIBS]!” Spamton argued.

It was at this moment that the Addisons had seen enough. They knew it wasn’t going to be easy trying to care for Spamton with his stubbornness and pride, but seeing him trying to skip breakfast with a coffee and a smoke when they’re offering him anything he wanted in his condition was what broke the camel’s back. Click, Survey, and Vid stood tall over him, their arms crossed and glaring beady eyes. Typically Addisons never show their eyes, so to have all four of them reveal their eyes meant business. Banner took it upon themself to step over to Spamton, take the cigarette from his hand, and put the flame out with their fingers.

“HEY! That was my [99% OFF MERCHANDISE]!” Spamton snarled, trying to jump up and reach for it.

“Spamton, this behavior is unacceptable. We’re not going to take your prideful attitude anymore, you are in no position to refuse or argue. We have been very patient letting you decompress your feelings towards us, and we’ve held our tongues about what you did years ago. We gave you a place to sleep tonight, and you show us no respect or a thank you. And we are certainly not going to allow you to have just a coffee and a cigarette for breakfast. We’re going to make you a proper breakfast whether you like it or not.” Banner told him sternly.

“NO! You’re not making me an [ALL-YOU-CAN-EAT BUFFET]! I [REFUSE] to [CONSUME] it!” Spamton tantrumed, stomping his foot.

“Hrmm, a buffet… That sounds even better!” Vid brainstormed.

“Yes, I agree. Let’s get to work!” Banner smiled standing back up. “I’ll make the scrambled eggs, Vid you make the pancakes, Survey you make the breakfast meats, and Click, make him some fresh squeezed orange juice!”

“Right!” they all agreed and headed towards the kitchen, Spamton following behind them in a fit.

“[STOP] IT! I DON’T WANT [WAKEY WAKEY EGGS AND BAKEY]!” he aggressively pouted, trying to kick their legs as they cooked.

Vid got the griddle warmed up and began to prepare some chocolate chip and blueberry pancakes, as he couldn’t decide which one to make. Click cut the oranges they had in the fruit bowl in half and began to wring them out, straining the pulp from the juice. Survey got the bacon and sausage from the fridge and placed the sausages a few at a time in the pan to fry them and put the bacon in the oven to crisp. Banner was busy seasoning the eggs with pixel salt and cheese while they melted some butter in a pan to add to their flavors. Spamton alternates between them all, kicking and punching, screaming and biting, snarling and protesting. But it was all for naught. They were too busy and focused to pay attention to his arguments, and he was too hungry to really do any damage to them. In fact, Spamton only managed to fight them for about 30 seconds before growing too exhausted to continue. Eventually he gave up trying to stop them and just laid down on the couch, trying to catch his breath and calm the achy, empty feeling in his stomach. Despite how hungry he was, he was still determined not to accept their help and keep the remainder of the dignity he thought was in threat. It was hard for him to resist the sweet and savory smells coming from the kitchen, he couldn’t help but peek at their progress over the couch. It looks like they were almost done cooking as they started to plate the food up. He started to panic, worried that they were going to force him to eat, so he decided that he would have to hide long enough for them to give up looking for him, then he could make his move out of the apartment. Spamton ran out of the living room and into one of the Addison’s bedrooms, crawling under their bed.

“C’mon Spammy, time to eat!” Banner called for him.

“You better come and eat this, we worked very hard to cook it all!” Click yelled.

“Spamton?” Survey muttered, peeking out of the kitchen.

“Shit, where’d he go?” Vid wondered, looking around the living room.

“Spamton, don’t do this, it’s for your own good.” Banner groaned, checking under the couch.

“Don’t worry, we’ll find you Spammy, you can’t hide forever…” Click whispered, peeking behind the curtains.

‘Heh heh, they’ll never find me under here…’ Spamton thought, but suddenly felt the empty feeling shift. He held his belly tight with his hands. ‘Oh no, please not now!’

But it was too late.

*GRRROOWWWRRLLLL*

“Aha! Found you!” Click laughed, violently pulling the covers up and grabbing Spamton’s legs.

“[AAAAAHHHHHH]!!!” Spamton screamed, gripping the carpet as hard as he could.

Click pulled Spamton from under the bed, there were claw marks left in the carpet. He began to flail in Click’s arms, but he wasn’t going to let him go. Vid and Survey soon joined him and grabbed a different part of Spamton, leaving him virtually unable to escape now.

“Stop fighting!” Vid commanded, struggling to hold Spamton’s right arm.

“Stay still!” Survey instructed, struggling to hold Spamton’s left arm.

“This is happening whether you want it to or not!” Click roared, struggling to hold Spamton’s body.

“Here Click, sit down at the table and hold him in your lap, I’ve got the plates all set.” Banner told the three of them.

“Okay okay!” the three of them replied, Click sitting down and keeping Spamton on his lap.

Survey stood behind Click and kept Spamton’s arms behind him so he couldn’t try to slap them or the fork away. Vid stood next to Banner as they prepared the first plateful; it contained four pancakes, some scrambled eggs, and a few pieces of bacon. They sat next to Click and got a forkful of a blueberry pancake slice ready.

“Now open your mouth, Spammy dear~” Banner ordered Spamton, waving the fork in his face.

“[#&$&] YOU!!! [#&$&] YOU [#&$&] YOU [#&$&] YOU!!!” Spamton screamed through his tightly clamped teeth, not wanting to allow Banner to feed him.

Banner sighed. “Fine… I didn’t want it to come to this… Vid, pry his mouth open.”

“WHAT!? I’m not putting my fingers near that bear trap, he’ll bite them clean off!” Vid refused.

“Just grab the garden gloves from the closet, he shouldn’t be able to bite you through them.” Banner instructed, tilting their head towards the closet in the hallway.

“Alright alright, I’ll do it.” Vid replied, running to the hallway.

“[QMDSLMLZJ] [FIOEWSYOFWEU] [HFJNKSNFSDG]!!!” Spamton cursed, a faint bit of foam coming out of the corners of his mouth.

“Don’t worry Spammy, you’ll feel better in a moment.” Banner reassured.

After a minute of struggling and cursing, Spamton soon found himself too exhausted to resist again, but managed to keep his mouth firmly shut. His stomach bubbled and churned from the sudden burst of movements and prolonged empty feeling, which made him feel quite nauseous, draining his energy quickly. He went a bit limp in the Addison’s grips.

“Urrrgghhh… s-so [SEASICK] and [FRAGILE GOODS]...” he mumbled weakly.

“Shhhh, breathe Spamton.” Banner whispered to him, scratching the top of his head.

“I got the gloves!” Vid announced, stepping back into the room wearing them.

“Good, now quick while he’s distracted!” Banner told him, readying the forkful.

Spamton let out a pathetic whimper as Vid began to stick his gloved hands into his mouth. Slowly but surely Vid managed to wiggle his gloved hands through his teeth far enough to be able to start separating his jaws.

“NnnnnooooOOOOOOOO!” Spamton whined as his mouth was pried open.

“Agh-! Okay, I got it!” Vid grunted, his hands shaking from the fight Spamton was putting up.

Banner quickly stuck the forkful into Spamton’s mouth before he managed to clamp his teeth back down. Vid shrieked and jumped back, saving his fingers from being caught. Spamton wretched a bit from the aggressively inserted pancake, but Banner quickly covered his mouth before he could cough it up.

“Nope! I’m not going to let you spit it out, now chew and swallow it! They commanded, their eyes growing more stern as their patience finally ran out.

Spamton shook his head back and forth, trying to get Banner’s hand off his mouth. His tongue strained to keep to the back of his throat and not taste the pancake slice too much. The syrup dripped to the back of his throat and coated his tongue with its sweetness, eventually leading him to taste it a bit more. The sugar in the syrup caused his mind to be flooded with bursts of serotonin, which encouraged him to accept the food. Cautiously he started to chew the pancake, the taste of blueberry intensifying with each rotation to both sides of his mouth. Spamton began to relax in the Addison’s grip and enjoy the food, his belly anxiously awaiting for the first bite. He hesitated to swallow, worried that he would lose what dignity he thought he had left. But eventually he couldn’t wait any longer…

*Gulp*

Banner took their hand off of Spamton’s mouth when they were satisfied he had eaten the first slice. They scratched Spamton’s head and ruffled his hair.

“Good job, buddy…Now, would you like some more?” Banner softly asked him.

Spamton smiled a bit and Banner prepared another forkful, this time getting some scrambled eggs, and then sausage, and then alternating through all three options. He was finally taking the bites of food voluntarily, relishing in all of the delicious flavors. Banner was confident after a dozen mouthfuls that Spamton wasn’t going to run and that he would be comfortable eating without having to be restrained.

“Let him go, I think we should let him finish on his own.” Banner instructed, placing the fork down next to Spamton’s plate.

“If you say so…” Click mumbled, putting Spamton in the chair where he was sitting before.

“Got it.” Survey nodded, letting Spamton’s arms go.

“Eat as much as you want, Spam~” Banner chuckled, patting Spamton on the shoulder, and leaving him to it.

“Thank you…” Spamton answered, picking up the fork and digging in.

Click, Survey, and Vid walked to the living room and sat down on the couch to watch the morning news. Banner stayed at the opposite end of the table, watching as Spamton was having his fill. One by one, the pancakes disappeared into his awaiting belly, along with each sausage link. Soon the eggs were all gone, and he was washing it all down with the homemade orange juice. It all tasted so phenomenal, slowly filling his belly more and more with goodness. A small little paunch began to form under Spamton’s sweater, peeking out from the bottom like a balloon. Banner noticed Spamton’s frame going from concave to convex, and they smiled warmly, knowing that his body was finally showing signs of healing. Soon he was done with his first plate, and he picked it up and held it out towards Banner.

“C-Can I have [10 SECONDS LEFT]?” Spamton begged with wide puppy eyes.

“Of course, we made this buffet for you after all!” Banner nodded, taking the plate and filling it with another healthy portion.

Spamton took back the plate and dug right in, with no change in his pace. He was still practically inhaling the breakfast down, barely chewing it sometimes. It was just as delicious as the last one, maybe even better as he knew what flavors to expect. His belly continued to expand under his sweater, the bottom opening slowly riding up towards his chest. The bacon this time was the first to go, then the pancakes, then the eggs and sausage. Each mouthful swallowed made his belly jut out a centimeter more, and soon it was time for the third plate. Banner didn’t hold back and kept the portion the same, it probably wasn’t good for Spamton to be eating this much at once, but this meal was a bit of an exception, he had gone without something nourishing for a long time, it was probably the right call to not hold him back. Third plate gone, his belly starting to rise above the table. Banner decided to ease up on the portion a bit with the fourth plate now that they could see Spamton’s stomach rising up like the sun in the Lion King, plus he was slowing down a bit. Spamton didn’t care how much was on the plate, so long as he could shove it down his gullet. Click, Survey, and Vid eventually got bored of the news and decided to check on Spamton.

“Hey buddy, how you- whoa…” Survey stopped, bewildered by the amount of food missing.

“Wow, that’s amazing, not even I can eat all that!” Vid laughed, patting Spamton on the back.

“Okay, I guess that’s impressive.” Click smirked, getting an eyeful of Spamton’s paunch.

“Feeling full yet, or do you want one more plate?” Banner asked him.

“[ONE MORE TIME], please…” Spamton huffed, his belly straining against the table.

“Here, why don’t you eat it in a more comfortable position?” Survey offered, pulling the chair out and helping him step down to the floor.

“Oh yeah, let’s bring him to the couch!” Vid squealed, running back to his spot.

“We’ll even help you finish it…” Banner whispered to him, leading him to a spot they left for him.

“Wait, what are we doing?” Click questioned with confusion.

The Addisons sat on the couch together with Spamton in the middle of them all. Banner and Survey were right beside him, while Vid and Click sat on the outside. Survey picked up a piece of bacon and waved it by Spamton’s mouth, to which he opened up and the piece was inserted. Then it was Vid’s turn, he took a slice of pancake and fed it to him. Meanwhile Banner took the opportunity to help Spamton relax more and help his belly digest everything he had eaten with a nice massage, rubbing smooth circles into his fluffy pillowy skin. Spamton purred deeply, munching away each mouthful fed to him, they again alternated which food was fed to him, until all the plates were empty. A few last gulps of the orange juice to wash it down, and Spamton was done with breakfast. His sweater had risen up to the top of his chest, his belly round and profounder than ever before, even during his big shot days when he was eating like royalty. Banner gave it a little kiss and nuzzled it softly.

“I hope you can forgive us for making you have breakfast…” Banner told him.

“Are you [KIDDIE]ing me? I… can’t [THANK YOU] enough for [SAVE]ing my [$4.99 LIFE]...” Spamton replied, melting into the couch in comfort.

“You’d better be thankful, you-” Click started, but was cut off by Banner.

“Don’t.”

Click quickly shut his mouth and took a minute to rethink his answer.

“I-I… I’m glad you’re doing better… When are you going to shower? I don’t wanna come off as rude, but… you still reek.” Click asked, his nose wrinkling up from the stench reappearing once the smell of breakfast and coffee was gone.

“I can [SLIP AND SLIDE] now if you [WANT IT? NEED IT? BUY NOW!]...” Spamton replied, looking down at his belly, realizing it’ll probably be a struggle to stand for very long..

“Why don’t you first focus on digesting your meal? I’m sure your body will appreciate taking it a bit easy for once.” Banner offered instead. “You can shower in an hour or two.”

“Thanks, [YOUR AD HERE]...” Spamton sighed, his eyes slowly drooping from exhaustion and from the massage Banner was giving him.

The five of them smiled together for the first time in a long time, and got closer together on the couch as they watched the remainder of the morning news. Even though Spamton had allowed them to help him today, he knew the longer he stuck around, the closer the day would come that he would have to apologize for his behavior and step off his pride pedestal. There was no way in Cyber hell he wanted to face that day. He would soon have to plan a way to escape their apartment without them knowing, but for now, he felt content and safe enough to be vulnerable around them, and let his body recover a bit from the years of hardship and depression. As he laid back on the couch, his belly slowly rose up and down in his lap as he took some deep breaths. It was a little rosy at the center from being so taut, and the seams were a bit more visible. It was so cozy, so warm, he missed this feeling so much… Safety, friendship, love… He just wished that it didn’t have to go so soon, but his pride was just too stubborn…

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