SPAMTON 2

Author's note: idk what this is


Blue walked over to Spamton's dumpster while carrying a bag of supplies. He lifted the lid and saw Spamton asleep. He dropped the bag over Spamton's face causing him to wake up screaming in terror. "WHAT THE FUCK! [[Garfield]] FUCK [[BASTURD]] "

Blue crossed his arms in annoyance. "Jeez, bitch." He turned to walk away and high-fived Berdly on his way out. Spamton screamed further upon visitation of the blue duck. "ALRIGHT BROS, ARE YOU READY?!" Shouted Berdly into the dumpster at a shivering Spamton. "IT'S TIME FOR THE ONE, THE ONLY, GAMEBRO!"

"MIIIIKE!" screeched Spamton. "[[LIFE ALERT]]"

Meanwhile at the Addison's house, Orange, Pink, and Yellow were sitting around a kitchen table drinking coffee discussing their latest ideas. Blue sighed and took a seat with them.

"Blue, you're back!"

Blue sighed. "Okay, everyone. Spamton is constantly suffering in the dumpster, do you think we could let him stay with us for a while?"

"Oh god, that bitch." Scoffed Pink. "Wore the same prom dress I did. NO ONE IS ALLOWED TO WEAR THE SAME PROM DRESS AS I. EVER! FUCK!" He slammed his fist upon the desk.

Blue stared at him. "What?"

Yellow scowled. "Let's think over this."

Orange sighed. "What more would he even need? We provide him the nearly expired supplies in the back so he won't die."

All bickered amongst EACH OTHER their thoughts towards Spamton staying over.

"Listen, can we just let him stay for a week? Maybe it won't be so bad. He's just always so unlucky."

Pink screeched. "HE BETTER NOT COPY MY STYLE! I SWEAR TO GAWD!"

Everyone quietly stared at him in confusion.

"Then it is settled. We let him stay with us for a week to get a break from the dumpster."

Meanwhile the dumpster Spamton was in had exploded into flames and Spamton was nearby sobbing as one of his wings emited smoke.

Blue gasped and ran over. "Spamton, what happened?!"

"THAT FUCKING [[BASTURD]] FARTED AND EVERYTHING [[2019]] PAIN!"

Blue placed his hand onto Spamton's shoulder. "Stay with us for a week. BUT DON'T DO ANY FUCKED UP SHIT."

Spamton hissed at him and crawled around as his wings dragged upon the ground. He proceeded to climb up Blue to latch onto his back.

Blue winced. "OH GOD YOU SMELL LIKE SHIT!"

"FUCK YOU, BLUE [[hyperlink blocked]]! AS IF YOUR OWN [[anus]] DOESN'T SMELL LIKE A BUNCH OF [[five easy payments of 9.99]] AND I [[school's out]] YOUR FUCKING MOTHER BEFORE SHE [[Jon Arbuckle]] ONTO YOUR— "

Blue interrupted him. "Spam, I can't understand what the fuck you are saying nor is it amusing in any way."

"BLUE [[SHIT]]."

A couple of stray cats began playing with the puppet strings that dragged behind Spamton.

Blue walked into the Addison's house with Spamton on his back along with a couple of stray cats playing with his strings. He threw Spamton onto the floor and headed to the bathroom to shower. "After I am done showering YOU ALSO BETTER SHOWER!" Shouted Blue. "Bitch."

Pink, Orange, Yellow walked in surrounding Spamton each crossing their arms in contempt.

"Bitch." said Pink.

"Bitch." Responded Spamton.

"Bitch." Said Orange and Yellow.

"Bitch."

"Bitch."

"Bitch."

"Bitch."

"Bitch."

Two hours passed of them exchanging "Bitch" until Blue returned. "OKAY, BATHTIME NOW. SPAMTON." He threw a towel at him. It hung off one of his wings.

"NO." He walked away to wander around the house spreading garbage filth everywhere.

In the ktichen, Orange was attempting to cook dinner for everyone. Spamton walked in and his wings began accidentally knocking over various objects off the counters much to Orange's annoyance. "Spamton, your wings are so annoying and are getting in the way of everything!"

Spamton scowled and spun around fast to use his wings to knock Orange over to the floor.

"HEY!" shouted Orange as Blue, Yellow, and Pink entered the kitchen.

"OH WELL NOW I FUCKING FOUND A [[novelty]] USE FOR MY USELESS [[4.99]] WINGS: I CAN BITCH-SLAP ALL FOUR OF YOU BITCHES AT ONCE!" He proceeded to spin knocking all the Addisons down to the floor. "CUNGA-FUCK-DERO, [[hyperlink blocked]]!"

Blue sighed as he sat up. "Spamton, what will it take for you to go take a bath?"

Spamton paused for a moment to think of an idea. "I heard the kids are doing this thing called You[[Tubular]], maybe I can become a [[BIG SHOT]] with shows!"

Blue stared at him with a deadpan expression. "You mean YouTube? WHY."

"FETCH ME [[GARFIELD]] ONESIE!" He shrieked.

"IF IT WILL GET YOU TO FINALLY FUCKING CLEAN YOURSELF THEN OKAY." Screeched the tired Blue Addison as he grabbed a Garfield costume from the closet and flung it at Spamton.

An hour later Spamton set up the camera in the bathroom and dressed as Garfield as water poured onto him. "YEAH I'LL BE A BIG SHIT WITH THIS."

Pink and Yellow spoke to Blue privately. "This was the worst idea ever in the history of ideas. Why did we let him in here?"

Moments later the entire bathroom erupted into flames and out walked Spamton wearing Pink's outfit causing the pink man to seethe with rage. "I TOLD YOU ALL! I TOLD YOU! HE'S DOING IT AGAIN! YOU THOUGHT I WAS DELUSIONAL BUT THERE HE IS DOING THE THING! OKAY, SPAMTON! THAT'S IT. EVICTED! Bitch."

"Bitch."

"Bitch."

"Bitch."

Blue was embarrassed and covered his face as he went over to drag Spamton out the house and back to the dumpster flinging him back inside.

Spamton sat up and frowned as Blue walked away. "Bitch."

Suddenly Kris walked by and snapped their head Spamton's direction glaring deep into his soul inflicting fear upon the gremlin. "OH [[FUCK]] IT'S THAT [[good]] KID AGAIN." He immediately slammed the lid shut to hide.

Five minutes passed and he slowly peeked out the dumpster only to be greeted by a close-up of Kris's face glaring deeply into his.

"OH [[FUCK]] TAPDANCING JESUS [[STEROIDS]] ON A STICK WITH [[genital warts]] OH GOD."

Kris only stood silently glaring.

"You… you want a deal… or a bargained price item from my store?"

Again Kris only glared.

Spamton shivered and slowly closed the lid deciding to not open it at all for the next several days as he curled up into a ball in the dark.

TO BE CONTINUED?

Author's second note: I don't know what this is