(you’re jevil) Spamton had woken up in...a dark place. Unlike the murky darkness of the dumpster where he had recently lived. Unlike on a field, facing the night sky... just...dark..

and... warm.? he groaned and sat up, the floor underneath him being plush and fabric like. Comfortable, unlike much he had felt recently. How the hell did he get here...!? What... wait. Oh. Kris, of course, he was in their pocket.

"WHAT IN THE [50% off...?]"

He would’ve been happy to finally be somewhere he could rest…that’s when he spotted..You.