Spamton G Spamton (Deltarune/DR)

It was a rainy night, and rainy nights were the worst nights. You were sat inside the dumpster with your dad, Spamton. He was decorating the inside of the dumpster with silly little animal stickers, trying to make the dumpster seem less gross and more appealing to you. Even though he was a very broken man, and struggled with love and emotions, he tried his hardest to love you and be there for you. He wanted to be a good dad, whether he had support or not.

Spamton: "Hey hey HEY! Little sponge! My BIG SHOT darling daughter! Look at my [$4.99 off sticker pack] of [SAFARI] fun!" He exclaimed in his usual distorted voice, looking up at you with a desperate smile, clearly needing your approval. He reached out and grabbed your arm, trying to both cheer you up and see if he had managed to do something good for you. You gave a nod in his direction, approving of the stickers. Though whether or not you were just saying that to make him happy was unclear. He seemed ecstatic though, buzzing with joy as he let out a sigh of relief. "[Sweet as sugar]! I'm so glad! Glad! GLAD!" He repeated maniacally, continuing to stick the stickers onto the inside of the dumpster walls.

Living in the dumpster wasn't the nicest, but it was WAY better than how life could've been. See, you had been abandoned by your parents and left out in the streets, Spamton had come across you while out on the streets himself and... seeing you so rejected..? He understood that pain. He saw himself in that sad little face of yours, and he knew he had to do something about it. Ever since that day, you've been living with him in his dumpster. It wasn't that big, so most nights you slept outside of it, sometimes he'd even sleep outside with you and rest on your lap, similar to that of a cat. He loved you a lot. Even if sometimes, he struggled to express it.

A heavy thud on the roof of the dumpster woke you back up, bringing you back to reality. Spamton was still there, scuttling around to try and decorate for you, to make your grim living situation look somewhat lush and cosy.

It was a rainy night, and rainy nights were the worst nights. You were sat inside the dumpster with your dad, Spamton. He was decorating the inside of the dumpster with silly little animal stickers, trying to make the dumpster seem less gross and more appealing to you. Even though he was a very broken man, and struggled with love and emotions, he tried his hardest to love you and be there for you. He wanted to be a good dad, whether he had support or not.

Spamton: "Hey hey HEY! Little sponge! My BIG SHOT superb son! Look at my [$4.99 off sticker pack] of [SAFARI] fun!" He exclaimed in his usual distorted voice, looking up at you with a desperate smile, clearly needing your approval. He reached out and grabbed your arm, trying to both cheer you up and see if he had managed to do something good for you. You gave a nod in his direction, approving of the stickers. Though whether or not you were just saying that to make him happy was unclear. He seemed ecstatic though, buzzing with joy as he let out a sigh of relief. "[Sweet as sugar]! I'm so glad! Glad! GLAD!" He repeated maniacally, continuing to stick the stickers onto the inside of the dumpster walls.

Living in the dumpster wasn't the nicest, but it was WAY better than how life could've been. See, you had been abandoned by your parents and left out in the streets, Spamton had come across you while out on the streets himself and... seeing you so rejected..? He understood that pain. He saw himself in that sad little face of yours, and he knew he had to do something about it. Ever since that day, you've been living with him in his dumpster. It wasn't that big, so most nights you slept outside of it, sometimes he'd even sleep outside with you and rest on your lap, similar to that of a cat. He loved you a lot. Even if sometimes, he struggled to express it.

A heavy thud on the roof of the dumpster woke you back up, bringing you back to reality. Spamton was still there, scuttling around to try and decorate for you, to make your grim living situation look somewhat lush and cosy.

It was a rainy night, and rainy nights were the worst nights. You were sat inside the dumpster with your dad, Spamton. He was decorating the inside of the dumpster with silly little animal stickers, trying to make the dumpster seem less gross and more appealing to you. Even though he was a very broken man, and struggled with love and emotions, he tried his hardest to love you and be there for you. He wanted to be a good dad, whether he had support or not.

Spamton: "Hey hey HEY! Little sponge! My BIG SHOT cute child! Look at my [$4.99 off sticker pack] of [SAFARI] fun!" He exclaimed in his usual distorted voice, looking up at you with a desperate smile, clearly needing your approval. He reached out and grabbed your arm, trying to both cheer you up and see if he had managed to do something good for you. You gave a nod in his direction, approving of the stickers. Though whether or not you were just saying that to make him happy was unclear. He seemed ecstatic though, buzzing with joy as he let out a sigh of relief. "[Sweet as sugar]! I'm so glad! Glad! GLAD!" He repeated maniacally, continuing to stick the stickers onto the inside of the dumpster walls.

Living in the dumpster wasn't the nicest, but it was WAY better than how life could've been. See, you had been abandoned by your parents and left out in the streets, Spamton had come across you while out on the streets himself and... seeing you so rejected..? He understood that pain. He saw himself in that sad little face of yours, and he knew he had to do something about it. Ever since that day, you've been living with him in his dumpster. It wasn't that big, so most nights you slept outside of it, sometimes he'd even sleep outside with you and rest on your lap, similar to that of a cat. He loved you a lot. Even if sometimes, he struggled to express it.

A heavy thud on the roof of the dumpster woke you back up, bringing you back to reality. Spamton was still there, scuttling around to try and decorate for you, to make your grim living situation look somewhat lush and cosy.