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My name is Spamton G. Spamton, nowadays I look like a long nosed doll with dual colored glasses and a black suit jacket. I’m not proud of how I look these days but there's nothing I can do about it anymore. I yearn for freedom, but the stars never align for Darkners like myself. I used to be one of the richest men in the Dark world, a big shot. I had cars, money, fame.. Everything you could dream of before my grotesque fall from grace.
My story isn't a nice one, so don't expect a happy ending. I used to be just a little addison, white feathers all over unlike my brothers, who had bright shades of pink, blue, yellow ect. As an Addison, my job was to advertise and sell products. Ironically i was horrible at it, my stutter would drive away customers, not to mention that i was shorter than the rest. People said that I was probably the runt of the addisons. My brothers thought that too. Never said it but, I could see it in their eyes when they’d look down at me.
Every weekend we’d go to the cafe and tell each other what we sold and how much money we made. I always had one or less sales. I started to despise being an addison, obviously i wasnt cut out for it. So I dyed my hair a stark black and tried starting my own business. Big Shot Autos. I worked on Darkners cars and even tried selling some. Wasn't the best business venture, only had one or two customers each day.
Then.. I got a phone call.
They told me that they could make me a big shot. That they knew my story and were gonna help me get on my feet! All that I had to do was sign their contract. Obviously I signed it. Almost instantly I was getting sales deals more than ever! I got a room in the queen’s mansion! I was even asked to be an Ad guy on a famous TV show! I packed my stuff and left to start this new and exciting business collaboration in Tv World.
That’s where I met him. Mr. Ant Tenna. He was Tv Time’s host, and the king of his Dark world. I was so excited and nervous to start working! First I was his mail guy, sadly. I sorted and gave coworkers and Tenna their respective mail. Tenna had said that he wanted to work me up before being on TV so, before our collaboration was official, I worked in mail, backstage, then finally, on TV, even though the contract I signed would do the ad work for me. In between Tenna’s show, I would walk on stage and advertise products to the audience. I know it doesn't sound all that exciting but trust me, those years were the best of my life.
After a while of being on TV, me and Tenna became closer. We were business partners after all! He gave me my own dressing room, and a matching suit. We did everything together! We drank, talked, messed around.. And at some point I realized I was falling for him. God, I was young and stupid for falling for that blockhead. After letting my feelings ferment, I told him. Of course, he was ecstatic.
I had never seen him so happy until that moment. We started dating, going out almost every night. After about a year we got married. We didn't have a crazy wedding or anything, didn't even announce it! We just signed the papers and bam!
I was happy then. It was everything I could have dreamed of and more.
Then, I got a call. It was my contractors. Over the years I had realized how powerful this person was…
They controlled me when I was on stage, like a puppet on strings. They called me all the time, but this time… this time was different. They spoke to me in garbage noise. somehow I could understand it. “Lord Of Screens. Cleaved Red By Blade” they whispered in my ear. It made my blood run cold. Tenna, he would die.. Cleved red by blade…
It was too much. I tried to act normal but it was clear something was wrong. The voice on the phone told me that I couldn't tell anyone about this and that I should leave Tenna so the prophecy could take hold without me potentially interfering. I ended up trying to tell Tenna of his fate anyway.
I tried so hard but it was like if I tried telling him, I would vomit right there. My organs twisted and my throat locked up painfully. I cried and sobbed in his arms, trying to savor what I had of him. He had no clue what was going on. I got another call but I tried ignoring it this time. But they wouldn't let me, so I moved against my will to the black rotary phone in my dressing room.
“You tried telling him. You broke the contract, Spamton. Goodbye.”
Click.
My stomach churned, and my heart dropped. Then I ran, I ran hard and fast out of the studio. I ran until I couldn’t anymore, my legs gave out from under me in the street. I dunno why I ran, but I knew one thing. I would never come back. I was back inside my room in the mansion a week later when the transformation started.
I felt a sudden burning pain in my joints, and under my skin. I had this insatiable feeling to Peel. Off. My. Skin. I clawed and scratched at my feathers, ripping them out in the process. My jaw locked, and my eyes burned. I couldn't take it anymore, the pain was too much. I passed out. I woke up a day later on my floor, feathers everywhere. There was now vomit and blood on my now too big suit.
My hands were now segmented like a doll’s, my jaw opened and closed like a nutcracker. I didn't have soft feathers and fleshy skin. I was made of plastic. I knew that it was my contractor that had done this. I couldn't look in the mirror without almost throwing up again. I was horrifying, and looked nothing like myself.
I hid in my room for months. After that, one of my brothers tried checking up on me. I jumped out my window. I couldn't let him see me like this… I ran away, and hid in a garbage can, dirtying my suit jacket.
I tried breaking into the queen’s mansion multiple times after that, I was a big shot! I shouldn't be homeless now! Even though I hadn't had a single sale since that last call.. But that didn't matter! There was a suit in there… Swatch had told me when I was big that there was a suit in there that they made, a piece of artwork. In my mind it would set me free.. I would get to Heaven, just like the voice on the phone had shown me before I broke the contract.
So I broke into the queen’s basement again, and again, trying to get into that suit. I even prayed to it in my psychotic state. After a few months, I gave up. I seethed with rage throughout it though. I didn't deserve to live in a garbage can! During my time of acceptance for my situation, The Prophecy started. Just like the voice on the phone had said, a prince of dark, and two lighteners arrived.
I was thrumming with excitement when the human had stepped into my makeshift store. I never would have thought that they would even bat an eye at me, let alone want to buy something. Then I realized something in my ecstatic stupor: The human could help me get into the suit in the Queen’s basement… After a bit of explaining and albeit begging, they agreed to help me become even bigger than ever before..
They bought the KEYGEN, and brought me to it. Finally I thought, I could stick it to all those who had wronged me and who would wrong me in the future. I’d be a big shot, no.. I’d be their God. I daydreamed about how I’d torture them just like they tormented me all my life untill we arrived.
We were there. They inserted the KEYGEN into the suit and instantaneously I felt it. the power. It was so strong, this was it, my chance to break free from the internal darkness that was our world and into
H E A V E N . But then, as I raised my arm that was now over ten times as large as it used to be, I saw them. The strings. Bright green strings. I was still just a long nosed doll, a puppet. And that was all I'd ever be…
I lashed and writhed in my new prison of a body. I spat words of malice at the kids who didn't deserve them. Then I had an idea, a horrible one, but an idea. If I could steal the human’s Soul, maybe that would make it powerful enough to break my strings and give me the freedom that I needed, and deserved. I shot at them and their friends in an abhorrent frenzy, I screamed and shouted about the freedom that I craved so badly. I paused for a moment as I realized that Kris, Susie, and Ralsei had been cutting a few of my strings… Why wasn't I able to do that…?
Then, I grinned. They were helping me! Cutting my strings and setting me free! I shouted again, but this time not out of anger. I was beaming as I cried for them to set me free, realizing that I didn't need heaven, riches, or to leave the dark world. I just didn't want to be a puppet anymore. I wanted to be someone. Not a pompous big shot, or a depressed long nosed doll in a trash bin. I wanted to just be.
After the heroes had cut me down, the body I was in fell. Shutting down completely, the giant wings on it being useless. I got out of the suit as it fell and landed in a bundle of thorned vines, catching me and holding me up like the strings had just moments before. I cried as the heroes came back again, Kris had forgave me even though I had tried to kill them. How kind, and dangerous. I thought for a moment, I didn't have anything to give them back other than myself. So that was what I did.
I told them that I would help them on their journey to fulfill the Prophecy as The Dealmaker. They put me in their inventory and we were off. And that's where I am now. I regret my past but I feel I’ve turned a new leaf so to say. I still have a short temper, and I'm still a short, long nosed puppet. But at least now I can make my own decisions without someone controlling me.
My future..? I never really thought about it that hard. Always thought I'd be a big shot forever. At least now I'm a tool rather than a puppet on strings, I feel I'll have a good portion of it helping Kris and their friends with the prophecy… I may not be much but if I can help them even a little bit, I'll be happy. I’ve given up on trying to reach freedom and Heaven, however that isn't a bad thing to me anymore, I'm indifferent about it now. I have a little faith though.. Maybe someday I’ll get to see the sun again.
But for now, I’ll just worry about patching things up with old friends and my brothers. Mostly my brothers. I treated them horribly when I was big. Now though, I’ll be better, make them proud of who their little brother has become. Might be a bit hard since their shy little brother turned into an even shorter puppet.. But that's an objective for another day.