Author's Note!
Hey Every! Brief Apologies For The Wait! School put a damper on my upload schedule for a long while but luckily, I wrangled it in, at least for the time being.
I can't believe Deltarune Chapters 3 and 4 are so close! I'll be sure to store as many chapters as I can so I can stay on top of the heap when the game releases! I hope my story will still be good enough for you all when the fandom revives itself in a couple months!
Anyways enough talk, time for action!
Chapter 6
Heart Of The Spamton's
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Takoba Municipal Beach Park 15 Minutes Ago
Before our protagonist and his blue shaped companion arrived at the beach, there were two others there at the trash laden beach. Amidst the mountains of trash, there was an open patch of sand that had two blonds training on it. One was lying down on a bench, pushing a bar racked with multiple heavy plates while the taller one was behind him carefully making sure the bar didn't crush him…
"Alright young Mirio! Give me ten more reps!" boomed the muscular giant, giving an award winning smile as his protege grunted under the weight.
"Yes All Might sir!" sounded off Mirio as he pressed the bar off his chest and then back down again. "41…42…43…"
"There you go! Surpass your limits!"
"44! 45! 46!"
"Yes! Go Young Mirio!"
"47…! 48…! 49…!"
"Go even further beyond-!"
"Plus Ultra!"
"Plus Ultra!" they roared with combined strength as Mirio heaved the steel bar up one last time, racking the weight with a heavy thump. The high schooler was now panting heavily, his face drenched in sweat. He tried to use his shirt to wipe some of it off, but his arms felt like total jelly.
"Here, let me help you up young Mirio!" boomed the titanic hero as he extended a hand to his new protege. Mirio shakily grasped the larger hand as All Might helped him sit him up on the bench. All Might wasn't too far behind as the number one hero sat beside his pupil. "Here, use this to dry off your face," said All Might, reaching behind to pull a dry rag from his jeans.
"Thank you sir," thanked Mirio as he took the gift and hastily dried off his face. Looking back up, he saw his sensei begin to deflate, white steam coming out of every pour and muscle on his skin.
"You're doing, *Cough, cough* ugh, what I meant to say is that you're doing much better than I originally planned out for," choked out the now lanky man, wiping some of the blood away from his mouth. "Jeez how long has been since we started, maybe only a month or two?"
"It's been more like three weeks sir," corrected Mirio a bit sheepishly.
"Ha! That's it, that's crazy!" laughed Toshinori, playfully slapping the teen on the back. "It's only been three weeks and we already have you up to fifty reps with three plates on each side. What is that, a hundred forty three kilos!?" (315 LBS)
"Sure is sir!" smiled the pupil brilliantly as he got the same smile back from his sensei.
"Wow, I can see why Nezu and Nighteye thought so highly of you," spoke All Might wistfully, gazing at the sunset through the garbage heap. "You're a quick learner, you're physically fit, and you have a great attitude. Not to mention how great that quirk of yours is for inheriting One For All," Toshinori put a hand on Mirio's shoulder, turning to him with a grateful smile, "I'm glad I met you young Mirio. I couldn't picture a greater successor than you."
All Might couldn't help but cackle at how giddy his pupil was at the praise, a small squeal of excitement escaping his mouth. "Ha! Learn to take a compliment young Mirio, you've more than earned my praise," appraised the pro as he stood up from the bench. "Anyways, I'm done for the day. Do you need anything before I go?"
"Nope! I'm all good!" gleamed the teen. "I'll take all the trash off that section before I head back home," announced the young blond as he pointed to an opposing mound of trash that stunk up the spot next to them.
Toshinori looked straight up the literal mountain before wincing at his pupil. "Maybe don't go that overboard. You still have to go to school tomorrow, and I don't want to hear a complaint from your homeroom teacher again that you're not only sleeping through class again but also stinking up your classroom. Is that understood?" lectured All Might, causing his protege to freeze in the middle of him lifting up a rusted car door.
The teen turned around looking bashful. "Yes All Might sir. I promise to get back before the sun sets… this time."
"Heh, I'm sure you will young Mirio. Have a good night," waved Toshinori, already walking towards the exit.
"Have a good night too sir!" hollered the high schooler as he watched his idol walk off for the night. He kept watching his sensei until he was fully out of sight, his smile growing wider as he turned back to the trash heap.
He grabbed the car door again lifting it up clear of head as he tossed it back onto the clearing. "Man, I wish I could truly express to Mr. Might how thankful I am to be working with him," reflected Mirio, grabbing a stained mini fridge. "Like, sure I thanked him just like how the principal recommended, but I feel like I should do something bigger. Like a surprise party maybe?" he continued as he tossed the Mini fridge back.
"It feels unreal that in just a few months, he'll just be handing me his quirk, All Might's quirk! No, that's not how I should be saying it," he reached in and grabbed a damp Chekhov's style dining room table. "He said it was not just his quirk, but also through seven other people as well. Just him explaining that to me made me feel the weight of it all, like I'm picking up the mantle from all eight of those heroes," he furrowed his brow as he carefully pushed the table across the sand. Mirio didn't catch the sound of something rustling in the trash, as he picked up a light umbrella.
"Even though I've trained permeation all my life, will this training really make me strong enough to hold another eight quirks?" he turned around and pushed the umbrella on top of the table. "Even then, will it be enough to make me the-" his mind went blank as turned around to see a ghostly pale face poking right out of the trash mere inches away from his face.
"Hi how are yeah?"
"AHH!" yelped Mirio as he jumped right off the sand in fright, his fight or flight taking over immediately afterwards. Before he realized what he was doing, his fist was already flying towards the small boy's stomach at full speed. "Crap!" panicked Mirio knowing his fist was going too fast to move out of the way. The high schooler quickly activated his quirk as fast as he could throughout his whole arm as it went cleanly into the boy's stomach. The momentum only stopped when the rest of his body including his face went face first into the trash pile, it hurt a lot but he was able to keep up his concentration.
Mirio blinked a few times as he got his bearings again, surprised to see the pasty boy not screaming at the arm lodged into his stomach. "Hey! Oh my gosh, are you okay! I didn't mean to punch you, I was just surprised is all!" explained the blond.
"Uhm… yes? I think I'm okay Mr. Smiley," muttered the boy in confusion.
"Really!?"
"Yeah it's just," the boy scrunched up his face, "In all those cartoons I watch, normally when the bad lizard person impales or shoots someone through the stomach, they cough up a bunch of raspberry jam. But…" he looked down dejected, "I wanted some raspberry jam too, you know, it's not fair." pouted the kid.
Mirio breathed a sigh of relief as he felt his smile come back to him."Heh, well they do normally puke out raspberry jam, but I used my quirk to go right through you. Otherwise you might've been… more than a little hurt," downplayed Mirio, not wanting him to panic before he pulled his arm out. "I'm glad you're okay."
"Really!? That's so cool!" exclaimed the kid, sticking his blue tongue out. "Man if I had a yen every time I was almost hurt today, I'd have two yen! Which is literally nothing but it's the thought that counts, ho ho ho!" cackled the round boy.
"I know right! I don't think you can buy anything with just two yen!" joked Mirio, before looking down and remembering the situation. "Oh shoot! I should probably take my arm out!"
"Yeah that'd be nice. I'd like to digest my food again please," coughed the kid awkwardly.
"Okay, just stay still for a- huh. Wait, what's that sound?" asked Mirio, hearing the sound of someone running on the sand close to him. His eyes widened as he turned to see someone in a school uniform running at him in a full sprint, his fist raised right at-!
"YOU BASTARD!"
"No…"
It was his fault! It was his fault this happened to Lancer. He let him go off on his own and he was too late. By the time he got to the patch of open sand, he saw someone with his full arm lodged right inside Lancer's stomach. And that bastard was just smiling and laughing at what he did.
He felt his heart pound out of his chest and he started seeing absolute red. His legs started moving on their own as they slammed hard into the sand. He reeled his fist back, a fist powered by pure revenge. The older boy just barely turned to look at him when Izuku screamed at the top of his lungs, his fist crashing right into that villain's smug face, crunching right through his nose.
Izuku didn't even gawk at how hard he punched the villain, his fist launching the guy off his feet as he was sent airborne before he came back down, tumbling backward into the small dune. No, he kept pacing after the villain, because it didn't matter that his lungs burned, or his hand felt completely numb after that punch. This person hurt Lancer badly, all because he wasn't strong enough to protect him again. He was standing over the blond as he covered his face. Beating up this bastard that thought he could do something like that to a little… that was the only ju-
"Izuku, wait!"
Izuku's eyes went wide with shock at the voice behind him. "L-lancer? But didn't you-" he tried to reason but before he could turn around, he felt someone wrap their arms around his waist in a hug. It was Lancer, crying out of the dark shadow on his face.
"I'm fine! I'm fine Izuku, I'm not hurt!" sobbed Lancer over and over again as he buried his head against him. Izuku hastily broke Lancer's hug and squatted down to hug him back, squeezing the boy tightly.
"Lancer! I'm so glad you're okay! I thought, I thought I saw," choked Izuku, allowing his tears to flow freely as he ugly cried onto Lancer's shoulder as well as fogging up his glasses. He pushed Lancer out of a hug to look at his 'eyes'. "I'll never let something like that happen again, understand me. But, how on earth are you okay? I swore I saw him…him," choked out Izuku, still not being able to speak out about what he thought he saw.
Lancer had his mouth open like he was about to say something, but the hand placed on Izuku's shoulder stopped that as he yelped out loud. "Easy, I'm not going to hurt you," said the calm voice behind him. Izuku looked behind him, shielding Lancer as he looked up to see the blond towering over his crouched form. He was smiling somehow and the area he punched… "That's all I left, I barely notice where I hit him?" studied the teen, only seeing a small red blush on the cheek he hit. "Just who is this guy?" The surprises didn't end there because, in the blink of an eye, the tall blond knelt down on both his hands and knees, slamming his own head down onto the sand with a purpose.
"Wait, are you…"
"Please forgive me for worrying you so much like that!" shouted the blond with his eyes squeezed shut. "It was an accident that I punched your friend like that. He came out of the trash and I was so surprised I almost hit him. But even if my quirk activated like that, I know what it must've looked like!" he lifted his head up only to slam it back into the sand. "So I beg of you, please forgive me! As not only a student at U.A, but also a future hero, apologizing is the only right thing I can do!" concluded the blond, as Izuku stared at him in awe.
"I… if you don't mind me asking, what is your quirk?" asked Izuku, his words testing a hunch in his mind.
The blond lifted his head to look at him, a confused look plastered on his face. "My quirk?"
"Yes, your quirk. I'm really curious," goaded Izuku as he leaned in.
"Well it's uhm, permeation," said the blond, looking away sheepishly right after as he saw the teen's eyes light up with glee.
"It is you! You're blond, always smiling, and permeation! It has to be you, you're the champion of the second year students during the sports festival! Mirio Togata!" exclaimed Izuku.
"Haha, y-yeah that's me. I can't believe you put that together so quickly," mumbled an embarrassed Mirio as he scratched the back of his head.
"How could I not, you were a total fan favorite! After every match you won you always shouted," Izuku stood up and gave a double bicep pose with a cheesy grin, "POWER! Haha!" chuckled Izuku in a fanboy hysteria.
"Wow Mr. Smiley! You're not only funny, but also famous!? Oh oh, do you have your own cheesy billboard!" chirped Lancer with a raised hand.
"Hehehe, no not yet sadly," chuckled Mirio, "Sorry about being all embarrassed and stuff. Even after all the reporters and fans I have, I'm still not used to all the attention just yet."
"Mhm mhm!" nodded Izuku absentmindedly before the champ's words sunk in. "Oh wait sorry, about that!" he apologized with frantic hands. "I'm sure you'll get used to it Mr. Champ," muttered Izuku, causing Mirio to snicker.
"Mr. Champ huh, I think I like that name," smiled Mirio as he began to stand up from the dune. "No offense kid,"
"None taken Mr. Smiley!"
"Oh uhm, we should probably introduce ourselves. My name is Izuku Midoriya, I'm currently a middle schooler from Aldera Junior High."
"And I'm Lancer Kaard, but you can call me Lancer Kard for short. I'm currently neither of those things Izuku said, Ho Ho Ho!" cackled Lancer as he rolled around on the sand.
"Well it's nice to meet you two, I hope my apologies were good enough after what I did," frowned the blond slightly.
"That! Pft, it's all water under the bridge sir. I should apologize for hitting you!"
"No need," laughed Mirio with a raised hand. "You're punch hardly hurt me!"
"Oh…" muttered Izuku, a bit deflated. "Hey Mr. Champ, do you mind if I ask you something?"
"Sure, ask away," gleamed Mirio, yet turning his head curiously as Izuku walked up to him and secretively whispered into his ear. They whispered secretly back and forth, making Lancer equally confused as eventually, Mr. Smiley gave a tentative nod to Izuku. Afterward, Izuku came over to him and knelt down on a knee to look at him. "Hey Lancer, wanna sit aside while me and Mirio go try something out?"
"Huh, you sure? What if you two start fighting again?" questioned Lancer with a raised 'brow', growing even more curious as Izuku started to sweat.
"H-hey just trust me, I w-wouldn't fight Mirio like that," lied Izuku nervously. "How about you rest on that old table over there? You could also use that umbrella to have some shade," mentioned Izuku, redirecting Lancer's gaze as he pointed to the Chekhov's style table and umbrella.
The boy turned back to his friend frowning a bit. "Okay I trust you," said Lancer carefully as he walked over to the dining room table. He climbed up it and rested his head on the fine wood. "Don't try any funny business you *yawn*, you hear me…" mumbled the boy as he almost immediately passed out under the shaded table.
Mirio turned to Izuku confused as they gave each other distance. "Why would you lie to him like that?"
Izuku kept his back turned to the champ until he was far enough away. He turned to him, still sweating along his face either due to nerves or the setting sun. "I uhm, I didn't want him to worry about me," Izuku bit his lip as he looked down at his clenched fist. "If something like that happens again, with someone that isn't you," he paused for a moment, "I need to be stronger and faster enough to be there for not just him, but for anyone else I care about."
Mirio couldn't help but smile at his words. Not a cocky one, but a fond one as the words reminded him of a certain someone. "You want to be a hero, don't you…Izuku."
Izuku wasn't even surprised and smiled back at the champ with a look of determination. "Of course, I'll do whatever it takes to save people."
Mirio chuckled as he got into a loose fighting stance. "Then I'll train you like one. Let the sparing, BEGIN!"
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*Izuku's Battle Screen Rings To Life!*
*TP: 0%*
[[Izuku HP: 35/35]]
[F#$^t]_[Deal]_[/te*]_[Vqj46]
*A true hero lends a hand!
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While Izuku was taking all the various lights and sounds in, he could overhear Mirio smiling patiently at him. "Go ahead, I'll give you the first hit Izuku!"
"Okay j-just give me a second to think," stuttered Izuku.
Before he could decide on what to do, he saw a new button pop up to the left of 'Deal'. This one was called 'Fight'. "ALRIGHTY KIDDO!" blared Spamton right into his ear. "TIME FOR YOUR [[Spamton Seasonal Pass]]! I'M SURE YOU SEE THAT [['Fight']] BUTTON! SO GO AHEAD AND USE IT! BECAUSE THAT'S RIGHT, NOW'S YOUR CHANCE TO BE A [[Convicted Felon]] AND LEARN HOW TO [[Punch Out!]]!"
Izuku tried to ignore the salesman as he got himself into a fighting stance, one that he tried to mimic from the time he saw Edgeshot fight a villain. He didn't know why he was shaking, was he nervous? He just punched Mirio without hesitation only a couple of minutes before. What was so different now?
"OH COME ON, JUST [[Sock]] HIM! YOU KNOW KIDDO, A WISE [[Pissed Off Bird]] ONCE TOLD ME THAT [[Selling Your Soul]] IS ALWAYS THE ANSWER! BUT IF THAT DOESN'T WORK, TRY VIOLENCE INSTEAD!" goaded the salesman.
"Alright fine," muttered Izuku under his breath as he looked at the 'Fight' button. Once he did, a strange moving bar appeared in his vision, and almost like second nature Izuku knew that if he timed it right, he could hit anything in his way.
"Here I go!" charged Izuku as he reeled back his fist, aiming right for the head just like he did last time. Izuku found it strange that the champ was still smiling so brightly despite standing still, was he bracing himself somehow? "Wait, is he going to!?" realized Izuku too late as his fist phased right through Mirio's skull and out the other end. He started to panic even more when he realized he was going to fall face first onto the sand at this rate.
"Sorry Izuku, guess I should've explained the rules of sparing," lectured his slight elder, as he easily phased out of the punch lodged in his head, "Rule number one, never announce when you're going to strike, both verbally and physically," Izuku's eyes widened as he saw Mirio gracefully sidestep around him, his leg already being wound back. "Rule number two, never overextend yourself!" yelled the champ as his leg cleaved through the air, hitting Izuku right in between the ribs and stomach.
Izuku felt spit and a dribble of puke forcefully flying out of his mouth as the kick took all the wind out of him. Not only that, it also sent him flying way higher than he did to Mirio a short while ago. High enough to where his whole body was doing uncontrollable flips in the air before gravity finally remembered its job, causing Izuku to crash back down onto the sand back first with a hard thud.
*-17 HP*!
"Ugggh…" groaned Izuku as he clutched his spinning head. His head hurt so bad he swore he saw another god forsaken bar on his glasses.
"Izuku!" shouted Mirio, concerned riddled in his voice as he soon hovered over Izuku. "Are you okay?!" he nearly begged.
"I-i I'm fine…ugh" choked out the green teen, wincing as a sharp pain shot through his ribs. "T-that was a nice kick, *cough*, wouldn't expect anything less from the champ. Uggh, though… I might have to go to the doctor or something."
"[[NO!]]"
"Wha-what?" mumbled Izuku wearily, not caring about Mirio being there, only about looking at the blue light digital avatar giving him a wide smile.
"Izuku? Hey! Are you talking to someone?" questioned Mirio, growing even more concerned as Izuku seemingly talked to himself.
"[Press F1 For] HELP," smiled Spamton with an eerie Cheshire grin.
"F…one?" muttered Izuku. He was about to throw the disturbing hunk of glass away from him when he felt something start patting his head, making him wince as his body jolted unconsciously. It wasn't Mirio, his hands were on the sand as he stared at him. No, whatever was patting him had much smaller hands as it kept patting his head.
And then suddenly, and without any warning…
*MAX HP*!
He was better. Completely and utterly… better.
"Woah Izuku easy, you need to stay still," pleaded the high schooler as Izuku suddenly sat up with a strange look on his face. "I get you don't want to worry your parents, so if you want I can call someone I know to take you back home or the hospital, free of charge!"
"Huh?" hummed Izuku, turning his head in confusion, the words taking a bit to be processed. However, once they did… "Wait a hospital!? No please you don't have to do any of that. I'm more than fine!" explained Izuku, frantically waving his arms.
The champ furrowed his brow as he studied him, "You're sure…?" he said slowly, "Seemed like you were clutching your ribs pretty badly," he analyzed, squinting at the teen to catch his reaction.
"Yes! Seriously I'm okay Mirio! Look," said Izuku, slapping his ribs without any pain whatsoever. "See I'm fine, if you want I can even lift up my shirt so you can see that I don't have any- *GASP!*" gasped Izuku mid sentence as he got a good look at his chest.
"Izuku, hey! What is it?! Tell me what's wrong!?" grimaced Mirio as Izuku started hyperventilating at seemingly nothing.
"Are you kidding me!?" screeched Izuku, his eyes wide with fright. "Don't you see this h-heart on my chest!?" barked Izuku pointing at nothing on his chest as if his life depended on it.
Mirio focused on the black school uniform but still couldn't see anything. "I'm going to make a call," said Mirio plainly.
"Wait no! You don't, I'm just-!"
"HEY HEY!" rang Spamton into his ears again. "COOL IT WITH THAT [[Puppy Dog Lip]]! I FORGOR YOU'VE NEVER BEEN [[Dazed And Confused]] SINCE YOU'RE OL PALS BEEN [[Around The Bend]]. WHY DON'T YOU TELL YOUR [[...uhm…]] PERSON A HEAD OF YOU THAT YOU NEED TO [[Pull Into A]] BIG! [[Stop]].
Izuku thought about it for a moment as he looked down at the heart silently pulsing in the middle of his chest. He nodded to the Dealmaker and looked up to the older blond dialing a number into his phone. He took a deep breath before saying, "Hey uh Mirio. Before you call this person, do you mind if I walk someplace alone for a bit?" he asked, instantly garnering suspicion, "I mean uh! You know to call my mom in case I feel light headed still!" frantically corrected Izuku.
He held his breath as the hero in training eyed him up and down. It felt like his gaze lasted for hours before he finally relented, giving out a tired sigh. "Alright, go ahead Izuku. But if you're not back in a few minutes I will be calling my contact, got it?"
Izuku smiled thankfully, pushing himself off the sand to give the older teen a full bow. "Of course I will, thank you for understanding." bowed Izuku as he hurriedly speed walked behind a huge mound of trash.
Izuku kept up his pace as he silently sculked away into the shadows of filth, occasionally taking glances behind him to make sure he wasn't followed. Once he was far enough away and completely subsumed by the shadows, he let his smile fall back into a panicked grimace and hit something made of solid metal. "Spamton!"
"YOU RING KIDDO?" chirped the salesman.
"Just what the heck is this thing on my chest?!" questioned Izuku as quietly as he could manage, holding his shirt to grasp at the heart but to no avail.
"HOLD ON TO MY [[Strings]] KIDDO. I THINK I HAVE JUST THE THING TO [[Exposition]] YOUR SITUATION. SHOULD TAKE ME A FEW [[Decades]]," rung the Dealmaker as he popped in and out of view near instantaneously. This time he came back with the digital icon of a journal, one that somehow seemed tattered despite the space it was in. Its labels were all worn out with a picture of a circle with wings along with three little triangles.
"ALLLLLL RIGHTY THEN, LET ME [[Choke]] ALL THIS DIGITAL DUST OFF THIS DIGITAL [[Neglected Text]]." Izuku watched intently as Spamton blew on the journal, causing digital dust bunnies to fly all over his lenses. "0mbETsbFP8fgYeeBDnqg! E8ClXFKHp5Vqj46mqxYHsX3rhkh! SFtMB5v5QXMfqyr8QeRdJWW!"
*Burp!*
"OOPS! EXCUSE [[404]], SEEMS LIKE I HAD SOME [[Exotic Butters]] CRAMPED DOWN MY YAP HOLE!" grinned Spamton as the digital dust settled on the digital floor.
"But… you don't even have a throat. Why would you even need to-"
"ANYWAYS! LET'S IGNORE MY [[Biological Limitations]] AND READ THE GODDAMN MANUEL!"
"You started it tho-"
"SO TO [[Select]] WITH, KIDDO DO YOU SEE THAT GOOOOOOD [[Heart-Shaped-Object]]?!"
Izuku gave a small nod as he stared at what he could only assume was, "Is that, gulp, m-my soul?" he asked, feeling suddenly terrified when the Salesman's eyes lit up with ads.
"WOW! [[Amazing]]! THAT'S RIGHT! THAT'S YOUR [[SOUL]] ALRIGHT, THE VERY CULMINATION OF YOUR BEING IN FACT! WITHIN THAT [[Tupperware]] IT HOLDS YOUR WILL, YOUR COMPASSION, YOUR [[freedom…]]?" Spamton looked down for an uncomfortably long while and Izuku couldn't tell if he was staring off into space or looking down at his soul.
"EH KIDDO… WHY IS IT [[Mossed]] COLORED?" questioned Spamton.
Izuku looked down as the heart shined a low green glow, being the only light besides the pink and yellow shine of the Dealmaker. "How are you just realizing this now!?" fumed Izuku.
"WELL, ER YOOZ SEE," babbled the Dealmaker, "NORMALLY IT'S [[Hex Color #FF0000]] RED! NOT GREENE!?" sweated Spamton nervously.
"Spamton," glared Izuku, using one of his hands to grab onto the ridge of his glasses. "Did you do this to me?"
"WOAH WOAH WOAH! KIDDO H-HEY DON'T BE [Haste II] NOW! YOU HAVE MY [Money Back Guarantee] THAT I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING TO [[The Papaya Economy]]!"
"Then explain what's going on, Spamton. This heart, and that healing you did to me…" Spamton's digital eyes zeroed in on Izuku's as they began to grow damp with fear. "I'm freaking out, I'm confused, and most of all I'm so tired, so tired Spamton. So just start talking, please."
Spamton looked at the teen, almost peering into him. His lenses occasionally blacking out as if his life was flickering on and off. Finally, they stayed in the dark.
"Kiddo… I know you're scared and I'm sorry for that, truly I am," all that shone in that darkness was a single glimmering white dot, a single hope that couldn't bear to match Izuku's gaze. "But understand that I can only say so much to you before I, er, before I
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er, GET THE [[HELL]] OUT OF MY GODDAMN KITCHEN [[kris…?]] KABOB! DON'T YOU KNOW I CAN ADA GODDAMN VACATION [[F$#KING]] STRAIGHT DOWN TO [[ H_E_A_V_E_N]]!" screeched Spamton, his flashy lights coming back on as he panted, somehow getting out of breath despite the limitation.
"SEE THAT [[Kelp Shake]]! EVEN IN [[Hyperlinked Blocked]], THEY WON'T CUT THESE [[Silly Strings]]! NO NO NO NO NO, INSTEAD THEY [[Relocation]] ME INTO THIS CRAMPED, [[Lite]], FILTHY, [[Sparkling]], HORRIFYING NEW, [[Luxury Condominiums Only For The Low Low Price Of-"
Suddenly.
His sound was cut off.
Not by an external force beyond his control, it was closer…
"Izuku… why…why…"
"Why are you hugging me…"
The salesman, despite being held so tightly against the teen's clothed chest, felt rain dripping down. All without a cloud in the sky.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry for noticing how much you were hurting," sobbed Izuku.
"..." was all the spam mailer could say, silently extending a robotic leg to pat the grieving child. "I'm… I'm not as nice as you think I am kiddo,"
"It doesn't matter how you were in the past Spamton," spoke Izuku, raising the sentient glasses to meet his tear streaked face. "What matters now is that we're in this together, got that. Even if I am just a worthless Deku!" smiled Izuku despite the heavy flow of tears rolling down his cheeks.
"Heh, heh, hehahaha! You got guts kid, real guts! With that will of yours, that freedom! You'll go all the way to the top k-.,dd#t+o…" proclaimed the Dealmaker as the light choked out his triumphant declaration.
"BLEH! THE [[Fluke]] HAPPENED?" asked Spamton frantically, "ONE MINUTE I'M [[Living In The City!]], THE NEXT I'M BACK IN THE [[Turlet]]! WHAT [[Poopy ;)]] LUCK!"
"It's okay Spamton," sniffed Izuku, ignoring his tirade as he put the Dealmaker back on his nose. "You can tell me later, I can wait a bit longer to find out about… all of this weirdness," grinned Izuku, looking down at himself to see the emerald heart had disappeared some time ago. "Come on, we left Mirio waiting long enough," announced the teen, trudging back into the dying sun.
"[[Kindness…]]"
Izuku paused, giving a perplexed look at Spamton. "What?"
"[[Kindness…]] THAT'S WHAT'S YER MADE OF! NOT TUNGSTEN OR [[Hot Single]]! NO, HAHAHAAHAHA! YOUR MADE OF [[Kindness…]]! HAEAHAEAHAEAHAEAH!" cackled the crazed program manically.
Izuku couldn't help the smile that spread across his face as he kept walking into the sun's light. "Kindness huh. You know what Spamton?"
"[[What's Up D-]] KIDDO?"
"I think kindness-"
"-Works Pretty Well For Me."
Entry Number 1706
You turn on your device once again and you see Doctor Roman waiting for you. This time, there are more tea cups and capsules piled up on his desk. He doesn't notice you right away, instead he puts all of his attention on an unmarked bottle, raising it higher as he chugged all the liquid away. Only then did he notice you, his eyes hazy even behind his thick glasses.
"Hell- *Hiccup* arss you lookin atta trasellers," I slurred at them, weakly throwing the unmarked bottle to the floor as it shattered off screen. "I've *Hiccup* to drinkin this here ah, *Hiccup*, sleepin lil juice he he. Cause somethings gotta put me outta ma goddamn misery! That's *Hiccup* url in ma dreams kepting waping me up, its ah been ah," I strained my eyes as I raised my hands and counted my fingers. "Four lil fingi wingis he he," I chuckled dumbly.
"Oh but wait, yoort not here to hear m-me *Hiccup*. Ugh no! You wanna hear about that kid and his *Hiccup* funky lil goober heh. Well it's great! So great! Our *Hiccup* gag is still working like a charm he he, weeeeeeeeee can't have lil pinocchio blabbering on about his uh,"
*BUUUUUURP!*
I leaned back in my spinning chair, looking at the ceiling as it swirled around like melted ice cream. "So scram! You got your fuuuuuckin news! You needa get a lifea instead of spying on me! I can see you lokin through the walls, I know it's you!" I groaned, feeling a jab of pain as I clenched my head.
"I needa to git mor happi juice, if I getta ah hangover he he he, I may just kick da bucket," I chuckled as I sat up from my chair almost falling to the ground as I went off to look for more of my 'Happy Juice'.
You didn't want to see more of this, so you yourself, turned off for the day…
Editing Number: 9/25/2024 - 9/25/2024