Encrypted Strings (Spamton x Reader)

Chapter 8. Captive

"They're a cute one aren't they?" He chuckled and looked up towards the other addisons. They all laughed with, expect one.

Peyton, the blue addison, stood there fuming with rage, watching at how the other men gawked at you. The feeling was crushing. It reminded you of how you were constantly bullied throughout middle school. You had been a new exchange student, from where you could not remember, they all treated you as outcast. You were different. Not a monster, like the rest of them, but a human. A human with a soul that had the power to do anything. Around you, everyday, you had been reduced to ash and rubble. You were vulnerable and could do nothing about it.

"Clayton," The orange addison turned around towards Peyton in the back of the room.

"Yes?" Clayton responded, still gripping your hair.

"Talk to me outside."

"Why shoul-"

"Right now." Peyton stammered.

Clayton was shocked. It was never a side you had seen of him before, and yet it felt good to see him so rattled.

Clayton pulled your hair even further back and lunged towards your face, making sure he was as close as possible.

With his brows furrowed, he fumed, just like a bull. "You're lucky." Clayton threatened while clenching his teeth.

The orange addison let go of your hair, giving you one final last tug, and walked towards Peyton, who was heading towards the door.

Peyton and Clayton walked through the door and shut it.

Loud arguing began.

"What is wrong with you!" Peyton shouted.

"The lightner deserves it!" Clayton howled back.

"What makes you think that?" Both of the addisons were fuming with rage.

Before Clayton would respond back, Peyton had had enough.

A punch was thrown. A vase shattered outside the door. The remaining addisons left in the room rushed outside the door to see what was going on.

With all the mess, there was a small tap tap tap on the window in front of you. You craned your head back from the door to the window. It was definitely abnormal to hear any sort of tapping on a window that was a story up.

Behind the window, there was a small man struggling to keep his balance on the thin edge of the story. The man, wearing ragged clothes, turned over and saw you.

His disfigured glasses were placed and turned up into his long, greasy hair. His dotted eyes staired into yours. You saw his porcelain face and the forced smile, except this time it wasn't forced.

Your eyes lit up.

Spamton! You tried to squirm out of your chair to reach him.

Spamton held out his hands signaling you to stop and opened his right hand revealing... an egg? It was a sphere, kind of egg shaped, and blue. The blue part threw you off.

Spamton put his left hand on the glass and steadied himself -- from what he could on such a small ledge -- and jolted his right arm forward.

The cracks creeped up the glass like the roots of a tree ejecting into the ground. The glass exploded into thousands of glittering rainbow pieces like a storm of butterflies taking flight for migration, causing an ear-stinging noise. A noise just loud enough for the addisons to hear.

Spamton launched himself into the room.

*[[Don't worry, only the best deals here at-]], lig<ner!!* Spamton reassured.