funky-little-salesman

[funky-little-salesman]

"I'M [[SORRY]] YOU'RE DOING [[W H A T]]????"

{{I FEEL [[THREATENED]]

happy SPAMTGIVING. we're cooking him for dinner. and stuffing him.

#pipis room // crack

[funky-little-salesman]

"TH ERE's NO NEED TO- [[Talk about]] MY [[Recent Experiences]], [[Little Sponge]] HEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHA" He seems to want to avoid the subject entirely

( @the-puppeteer-is-no-more Kris? Dead? Pssssh nah-) Kris be doing a skitter. They simply sigh as Soul floats behind them, obviously confused. "Isn't this Spamton's place-" "Yeah..."

He's just..sitting on top of the dumpster. Doesn't seem to notice Kris.

[funky-little-salesman]

Restart: [☕]

Spamton took a sip of the tea. To him it tasted like lemon and mint, with a hint of something spicy. Not half bad. Really. Each of the flavors represented part of his personality, lemon being his ">:(" side, mint being his his more cold, agressive side, and the extra kick being "swear on my yeezies i will fight you"

#big shot // ic #talk? // ask #restart anon

[funky-little-salesman]

Send me “ ☕ “ for my muse to drink tea uniquely flavored after your muse, and I’ll tell you what my muse tastes!

in addition, i may also add how much it would heal my muse depending on their relationship with yours!

inspired by deltarune chapter 2.

[funky-little-salesman]

Restart: [they take another handful of sand out of their pocket after giving the first handful of sand to Spamton... he's eating the handful of sand that he just grabbed...]

How did you convince him to eat sand wh-

#big shot // ic #talk? // ask #you've got the [[light]] // anon #restart anon

[funky-little-salesman]

Restart: I shall still give you a handful of sand anyways. It tastes gr ai ny.

"[[Sand]]" It has accepted the sand

#big shot // ic #restart anon #talk? // ask #you've got the [[light]] // anon

[funky-little-salesman]

On anon, send things you think will make my muse angry.

Get them so mad, they’ll cry!

[funky-little-salesman]

Restart: I'll give you a handful of sand if we can be friends.

"I DON'T ACCEPT [[S a n d]] I ONLY ACCEPT [[Kromer]]. BUT YOU DON'T HAVE TO [Pay] ME TO BE [[Friend Request Accepted]] NOT NOW THAT YOU'VE BEEN [Kind] TO ME, ANYWAYS!"

#big shot // ic #talk? // ask #you've got the [[light]] // anon #restart anon

[funky-little-salesman]

Wanna be friends?

"FRIENDS? HA! ME AND YOU CAN ONLY BE [friend request accepted] IF WE MAKE A DEAL!" he's just being stubborn.

#big shot // ic #talk? // ask #you've got the [[light]] // anon

[funky-little-salesman]

[M!A, Spamton cannot be yeeted, if he is, then he just floats, midair, stopping as soon as he's in the air for a few seconds, then slowly goes back to the ground] (RESTART)

"AWWH! THANK YOU! :D!"

#big shot // ic #talk? // ask #restart anon #you've got the [[light]] // anon

[funky-little-salesman]

I wanna hold u gentol like hamburgor :]

"I'd rather not be touched right now.."

#big shot // ic #talk? // ask #you've got the [[light]] // anon

[funky-little-salesman]

[fucking uhh... m!a: Spamton gets... uhh.. a blanket, maybe?]

"Fuckin' mean anons."

*you hypocrite. I know.*

-guilt

"I..you don't have to do this for me [valued customer]. But..thank you.."

#big shot // ic #talk? // ask #you've got the [[light]] // anon #guilt anon

[funky-little-salesman]

Restart: Sorry, I thought I was helping.

It sighs "it's..it's fine."

#big shot // ic #talk? // ask #you've got the [[light]] // anon #restart anon

[funky-little-salesman]

*Y e e t s-*

"[$!$!]S SAKE!!! STOP!!!" he lands perfectly on his feet, throws something at the anon, and walks back over to his dumpster

#big shot // ic #talk? // ask #you've got the [[light]] // anon

[funky-little-salesman]

[M!A: The weights on spamton are removed.]

*Guilt anon just kinda... spawned a few meters in front of him semi-awkwardly*

"H..hey... Are you uh, okay?"

-guilt

His 'breathing' is slightly off, he looks tired. Seems he really wasn't prepared for those weights "Y..yes. I'm..I'm [okay]" is it lying? Who knows.

#big shot // ic #talk? // ask #you've got the [[light]] // anon #guilt anon

[funky-little-salesman]

[Restart clutches onto Spamton, and straps weights onto his arms] Restart: You are now 10000000 pounds.

"ACK- [what on earth] ARE YOU DOING?!'

#big shot // ic #talk? // ask #you've got the [[light]] // anon #restart anon

[funky-little-salesman]

*Guilt anon watches from the sidelines, semi-invisible. They seemed like they were about to cast an m!a, but... stopped.*

*She left as soon as she came.*

-Guilt anon

He seems to have sensed her presence, but he paid it no mind

#big shot // ic #talk? // ask #you've got the [[light]] // anon #guilt anon