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 Spamton breathed into his cold porcelain [Hands] in an attempt to warm them from the bitter wind as he walked through the Cyber Streets. The day was chilly enough to cause some ice to which Spamton would almost slip and fall on every few blocks. There was a white haze in the Cybernetic sky that loomed ominously above, threatening more freezing nights ahead. As much as Spamton wanted to go back to his [Dumpster] and [Storing up for the winter!], he had to pick up some identification papers from his old Addison family members. He had gotten into some trouble with some Ambu-lances and he needed to prove that he was in fact who he claims to be and was really a citizen, or else the next time he ran into one while looking for scraps within the [Dumpster]s he'd be thrown in the Cyber City’s jail. The jail would put him in front of the [Hochi Mama] who would decide his sentence and the last time he saw [Hochi Mama] was when she had him thrown into the [[It Burns!]]. 

Spamton quickly shook off the memories of [Someone Help me please!] from his head before he lost himself within them. He had to see his family despite how much he hated them for abandoning him. Though he wouldn't admit that he also terribly missed them, often muttering their names as he cried within his [Dumpster] he called his unforgiving home. Oh for [[HEAVEN]]'s sake! Spamton missed them so much, but he was the problem and they are all much better off without him after all. He should be lucky they even replied to the note he left on their [door] a few days earlier. He wasn't ready to see them face to face yet so writing a request had been the best option.

Spamton stopped in his tracks as the Addison house loomed over his small form. It felt like it was over 80ft tall despite it being only 2 stories. He was petrified at the sight of it, or maybe it was just the knowledge of who was inside, he hadn't spoken to the Addisons in years. He allowed himself to gather his composure and let out a deep breath, letting a cloud of condensation escape with it, "ALRIGHT. HERE GOES N0THING..." he swallowed his fears and uncertainties before lightly rapping a few times on the door. 

"Coming!" a voice sounded from inside the building along with some shuffling. Spamton kept his head down and shoved his hands in his pockets as the curtains rustled and after a short pause he could hear more voices from within.

"It's him!... I'm not answering it, someone else, do it!"

"Don't answer it!" 

"You two stop acting like children!" 

Three voices argued behind the door until the door opened rather suddenly, revealing an Orange Addison. 

"Orange I said don't answer it-!" the Pink Addison off to the side hissed but was cut off by Blue elbowing Pink harshly in the ribs, accompanied by a glare. 

Orange spoke up with a neutral tone unlike the rest, "Hello Spam, are-" 

"SPAMTON, IT'S SPAMTON G. SPAMTON NOW," Spamton quickly corrected the Orange Addison. 

"Ah, my apologies, 'Spamton', are you here to get your identification?" Orange asked as politely as they could manage.

"WH4T DO YOU [Thinking of Buying?]" Spamton couldn't help but snap at his sibling as he was let in. Spamton took a glance at his old house's interior, noting that nothing had changed much over the years. His gaze brushed over the pictures on the wall of the family and he felt his stomach drop; every picture of him was removed or cut out from the family portraits of the Addisons. Spamton unconsciously gripped tight onto his arm with his eyes shooting back to the floor below him, "WHERE CAN. I FIND MY [Papers Please!]?" Spamton stifled a crack from the voice box within his throat. 

"I'll get it." the Yellow Addison pushed off the wall they had leaned against, "I'm the only one who knows where they are in this house anyway." Yellow left to go upstairs to retrieve them leaving the rest downstairs. 

The tension was thick until Blue finally broke the silence, "Heey Spamton, how are you doing? Haven't seen you for quite a while…" she offered to talk with Spamton, who stood only in silence, "Oh..well, umm would you like a glass of water Spamton?" Blue tried once again, only to get the same silence as a response.

"Typical, you're too good to speak to us after all this time huh!" Pink interjected with a scowl resting upon his face, "You shouldn't have come back here, you know that right? but you just 'had' to come back, didn't you Spam?" Pink looked down upon the small form of Spamton with contempt, a snide tone within his voice, "None of us wanted to see your face here ever again!" Pink approached Spamton with an accusing finger pointed into his face. 

"Pink, that's enough, cut it out!" Blue pushed in, grabbing Pink's arm to pull him back, "You can't just say things like that! He's our little brother!" Blue argued at Pink, who simply pulled his arm away roughly. 

"He stopped being our brother a long time ago." Pink turned back to scowl down at Spamton with disdain before Blue began to yell further and continue to argue with Pink.

Spamton couldn't breathe as he began to shut down from Pink's harsh and hurtful words. Spamtons glasses were filled with static and his sibling’s yelling was muddled and unintelligible as if he was submerged underwater. His arms and legs felt like they were being stabbed with needles, and he tried desperately to regain control over anything at all. He wanted to run or hide, but Spamton found himself unable to move or speak or even think clearly. His body felt like it was about to collapse with the slightest touch. His worst fears were a reality, though he had expected it regardless. His siblings despised him and never wanted to see him again; he did deserve this, after all. He was meant to be alone and live in the [Dumpster] and to [Die Now] from starvation or the cold. 

"OK so I found the paperwork, it was buried under a [$#!%]ton of contracts and files," Yellows voice called out and cut through the fighting between Pink and Blue as well as Spamton’s panic and Spamton found himself moving before he could even fully process what Yellow said, he quickly snatched the papers out of Yellow’s hands, who retorted with an irritated, "Your welcome," with sarcasm dripping from his voice.

Spamton, as he checked to make sure the papers were the ones he needed, quickly announced in his signature loud voice, "I W1LL BE      NOW SINC3 MY [Comeback Special] IS FAR FROM W3LC0ME!” he made a break for the door with an urgency not even sparing a passing glance to his siblings. Spamton reached the door and tried to pull it open but only found it tightly stuck no matter how hard he tugged the door handle. 

"Too short to open the door?" Pink jibed as he pushed Spamton out of the way to reach out and open the door, but instead quickly was met by opposition from the door which almost caused Pink to tumble backward. With an annoyed look, Pink adjusted his grip and yanked the door open with force.

Cold bitter air hit the Addisons as the door revealed snow surrounding the house and the nearby streets, about roughly two feet deep. Spamton felt his body run frigid from the mere thought of walking back to the [[Trash Area Closed For Repairs.]] in this weather. However, he preferred the walk home, than to stay with the Addisons any longer, so he quickly stepped out onto the streets.

"Spamton you... you can't go out there!" Blue cried out to Spamton as he walked out the door, "Please come back inside!" she tried to coax him to her but to no avail; he remained outside.

"If the little man wants to leave so badly, let him!" Pink remarked, folding his arms with a sneer across his face.

"No! He'll die out there! He… he can't go out there!" Blue stated with worry in her voice.

"HEY! HEY! HEY! I’M [Sign Here!] AND SINCE WHEN DID YOU GUYS [care] IF I [loss of a loved one?]!?!?  JUST A [second] AGO YOU!” Spamton pointed at the bubblegum colored Addison, "W3RE [Ready? Set? Action!] AS IF YOU'D BE H4PPY! GLAD EVEN!! IF YOU SPOTTED M3 [Dead As A Doornail] AMONGST THE MAUSE 0N THE STREETS! I DON'T NEED! YOUR F4K3 PITY!" he yelled at the blue and pink Addisons respectively. His anger and frustration caused his voice to glitch and create several ads and insert past mumblings he gave to himself in particularly bad nights alone against the rusted and hard metal of the [Dumpster] he resides in.

"Please Spamton, just stay until the snow settles down tomorrow when it's safe for you to travel back home…" Blue attempted to reason with the White Addison with her concerns apparent, "It must be far across town since we haven't seen you in years."

This time a new voice cut in, belonging to the eldest "Sorry Pink, but even I am gonna step in here. brother or not, I ain't letting some Darkener die on my consciousness." Yellow ran a hand through his slicked-back lemon-colored hair "Though I can't say I am too happy about this either," Yellow finished with a whisper behind gritted teeth, "So Spam-ton, are you gonna come back in, or will I have to drag you back in myself now?" he spoke up, sounding to Spamton like a parent scolding a misbehaving child.

"FIN3! BUT FOR [deals for tonight only!]" Spamton finally relented, honestly not wanting to trudge through the snow and then having to [Z-CATCH] in the [Dumpster] in the upcoming cold and freezing temperatures that would inevitably follow. He hesitantly stepped back onto the hardwood floor, his exposed puppet [Body] already feeling numb from being submerged in snow for just a few minutes. Once fully inside Pink slams the door shut behind him, causing Spamton to let out a glitched yelp in surprise. Pink gave furious looks at both Blue and Yellow before angrily storming upstairs to his room, all the while growling and muttering things under his breath, before soon a second slam reverberated through the house. 

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Blue with a sigh knelt on one knee in front of Spamton to get closer to his level, wearing a sullen expression, "I'm so sorry Spamton, about all that with Pink, he was very out of line with what he said. He's just being a dick, you know that right? We don't hate you, and we never have, despite what he says," she apologized and went to gently lay a comforting hand on Spamton's shoulder, only to pull back as he harshly recoiled away from her touch, screwing his eyes tightly shut. Taking the hint of his discomfort she eased herself back up to her full height, "I'll just um, get you a glass of water," she said as she headed off to the kitchen which was next to the living room, believing that a glass of water could help Spamton feel a bit more at ease from all the yelling that had been present just a few moments ago.

Blue thought to herself as she pulled out a plastic cup and turned on the faucet to fill it with cool water. She felt slightly ashamed of herself and her older brother Pink for both of their actions tonight. They both shouldn't have fought like that, but every time Spamton’s name was even mentioned Pink always became irate and was left in a pissy mood all day; snapping at everyone or anything that set him off in the slightest. Despite what Pink claimed, Blue knew in her soul that Pink did miss Spamton. Maybe as much as she did herself, and while she broke down into sadness with Spamton’s absence, Pink only seemed to lash out in anger towards even the mere thought of him. 

Blue was pulled out of her thoughts as water trickled onto her hand from the cup overflowing due to her being distracted. She turned off the faucet and switched the cup to her free hand to dry off the water that wet her feathered hands. Ready again to face Spamton, she headed back out to the living room making sure the cup didn't spill anymore on the way there as well.

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Spamton had watched as the Blue Addison rushed into the kitchen until she fully disappeared within the kitchen doorway. He let his eyes travel back to the Addisons that remained. Orange quickly glanced away to avoid Spamton's eyes and Yellow, who was now leaning against the stairwell, held eye contact for a few seconds with Spamton in a tense silence before the Addison straightened up.

"Alright, I've got work in the morning, rain or shine so I'm hitting the sack. Am I able to trust you to behave yourself?" he spoke in almost a condescending tone to the White Addison, who didn't get a chance to respond before Yellow started up again. "You’d best not get into trouble and snoop around you hear me? Because if you do, there will be consequences," Yellow finished with a stern warning.

“I’ll D0 [nothing's here] OF TH3 SORT. I CAN'T [You Won’t Believe These [[SWEET]] Deals!] YOU'D. 3V3N ACCUSE ME OF SUCH 4 THING!" Spamton refuted, only to be returned an unimpressed look before Yellow started up the stairs without another comment. Orange hurried up the stairs after Yellow, leaving Spamton alone in the living room.

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Blue entered the living room carefully holding the cup of water for Spamton and noticed her siblings had all left Spamton alone downstairs while she was gone. "Here's your water Spam- Spamton," she corrected herself swiftly before handing over the water. "Looks like everyone went to bed early, but I will gladly stay down here with you for a while," Blue proposed as Spamton took a large drink of his water 

"THE F4STER I GO T0 [Good Night]. THE QUICKER 1'LL GET OUT OF H3R3!” he stated with a harsh bluntness that Blue winced at and caused her to frown in response.

"Ah, understood, I'll go get the guest room ready then." She turned away saddened by Spamtons response.

"I’LL [Trouble Sleeping?] D0WNST4IRS!" the White Addison added before Blue could even think about starting that task.

"Well if you'd prefer that, would you like me to turn the lights off?” Blue questioned. 

"[Turn The Lights Off]"

"Alright, but I'll leave the kitchen light on," she said as she approached the switches on the wall before flipping one off, casting the living room into darkness only illuminated barely by the upstairs and kitchen lights, "good night… Spamton." After a few moments of silence from Spamton Blue moved on, heading upstairs into her room and only stopping to sit on the edge of her bed. She really wished she got to catch up with Spamton and vowed to do it tomorrow morning. 

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As both Blue and Spamton went to sleep, one more restless than the other, they were unaware of the chill that soon would envelop the house.

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Blue wakes up feeling a chill in the room, sitting up to rub her eyes with a quiet groan from being expelled from her dream. As she becomes more awake she is aware of the cold and holds the blanket close to her furred skin. Questioning if work is really worth it or if she can remain in bed for another hour, but then memories from last night with Spamton resurface. She regretfully pushed off the blankets and hastily swung her legs off the bed to stand up, only pausing to fix the sheets and blankets on her navy blue bed. Once finished she heads to the door, treading quietly to listen carefully for noise outside her room.

The Addisons, including Blue, tend to wake up naturally around the same time, running on some sort of internal clock and so having no need for an alarm clock. It was an unspoken rule between them for the first one down to start coffee or tea for the others, to get everyone nice and awake for the morning. They also had organized their schedules to match everyone’s work hours, such as lunch and other such breaks to be timed with each other’s as well. It allowed the Addisons to go to and from work together and enjoy breaks and relax in the company of the family.

Hearing silence on the other side of the door, Blue backed off from it and went over to her closet to pick out her work clothes and rest them nicely folded on the bed. She'd come back to change into them after checking on Spamton, though she doubted he was awake yet since he was always the last one to wake up out of the Addisons, being second only to Pink who loved his 'beauty sleep'. Blue quietly opened the door and shut it behind her to not alert the others if they were awake. Blue needed to be the first down if she wanted to have even a sliver of a chance to speak to Spamton before the others started an argument or Spamton left to go home.

Stepping away from her room she made sure to avoid all of the squeaky areas in the floorboards she knew so well of from many midnight snack runs as a young program. Reaching the stairs she silently headed down them, shivering as the temperature seemed to drop with every step. Reaching the bottom she fully realized how cold it really was: it felt almost as if all the windows were left open during the night. Remembering her objective she stepped into view of the couch, but the white Addison was nowhere in sight. Blue feels the air of defeat surrounding her as she assumes Spamton had made his leave already. She could only hope that he made it home alright.

With a rush of footsteps, the Orange Addison rushed downstairs almost tripping down them, "Hey Blue! You gotta check this out!" They open the front door to reveal that it is completely blocked off with a wall of snow. "A massive blizzard swept through last night! Now the city is covered in so much snow that everyone's trapped in their houses! You know that means Blue!?" they gave a wide smile before shutting the door with excitement in their voice.

"It means we don’t-" Blue began with a fraction of the energy Orange had before she was abruptly cut off by them. 

"It means we all have the day off!" Orange cheers pumping their fist in the air in celebration. "But man oh man, why is it so cold in here-? You don't think our heater broke last night, do ya Blue?" they wondered aloud as their mini celebration was cut short from the freezing temperature of the living room.

The voice of the yellow-colored Addison sounded from behind and answered Orange, "The power went off last night, approximately four hours after we all hit the sack. The blizzard knocked out nearly the whole grid." Yellow finished descending the stairs to stand in front of the blue and orange colored Addisons. 

"I don't think it will be fixed for a few days, so we're all stuck here without power for a while" Yellow gruffed, flipping a light switch on and off with no results to prove his point. "We are going to have to start a fire so we don't freeze up." 

Blue takes this opportunity to voice her concern, "Do you guys think Spamton made it out alright? He wasn't on the couch when I got downstairs." Blue rubs her wrist with worry whilst she looks down on the ground, "I hope he made it home ok," she muttered, quietly turning her head up to look at the two other Addisons. 

"Pssh, he probably left as soon as we all went upstairs," Yellow chided, folding his arms. "Didn't think he was gonna stay that long anyway."

Blue sighs at Yellow’s response, "Aren't you guys even just a little worried about him? It's really cold out there you know." She spared a glance to the front door; just thinking about Spamton out in the cold made her want to run out there and find him even though she hated the cold with a passion.

Yellow entered the kitchen, "We ought to see how much food we have to get us through the outage." He pondered while opening a few cabinets, "You two come help me out and count the nonperishables and stuff we don't need to cook." He motioned to the Orange and Blue Addisons, calling them over 

Orange and Blue went to the kitchen to help Yellow carry out the long task of counting the food they had until the roads and streets cleared up. Thankfully all Addisons loved to count things, but Blue couldn’t focus since her mind was fixated on worrying about Spamton out in the snow. 

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After the Three Addisons finished up with counting the supplies, a Pink Addison makes his presence known shouting from the bottom of the stairs causing the other Addisons to stop in surprise.

"WHAT THE [€@!%]?!" 

"Pink are you alright!? What's happening??" Blue called out worriedly as she and the other Addisons rushed to the stairs to investigate Pink’s cries, fearing that something was wrong.

"That!" Pink shouted pointing at a small form that was huddled against the far living room wall in a ball-like shape.

"Wha-" Blue looks over and quickly recognizes the little ball, "Spamton!" she gasped before hurrying over to check on him.

Upon investigation of the Addison in question, Blue found that Spamton was shivering in his sleep while holding his body as close to himself as he could, likely due to the cold. However, he makes the faintest whines and looks distressed within his sleep hinting that he was submerged within a nightmare. Before Blue could comment on this, another voice popped up from behind.

"Why is 'he' still here! I thought he'd be long gone by now!" Pink let out a frustrated groan, turning to Orange and Yellow for an answer.

"Blizzard," Orange and Yellow answered together in almost perfect unison,  with Orange then motioning to the front door.

"We’re completely snowed in until it clears up," Yellow added.

Pink covered his face with his hands in annoyance, "God [&@##!%]" Pink cursed under his breath. "We have to deal with him for days now!" he gripes, looking to Yellow for support with his frustrations.

After getting fed up with Pink's whines and groans Blue tuned him out, effectively ignoring him. Turning her attention to Spamton once again she gave the little Addison a light nudge to raise him from his restless slumber.

Spamton shot up, waking from his nightmare abruptly. Moving to quickly retract his body away from Blue, who in turn falls backward in astonishment from Spamton’s sudden movements.

Spamton looked around with dazed eyes and wild panic written across his face along with quick breaths as if he didn't remember where he was. Eventually, his panic subsides, replaced by recognition on his face, with his eyes becoming more focused and alert. 

After waiting for Spamton to calm down, Blue quietly calls out to Spamton, "You back with us, Spamton?" she gently asks while making no moves to reapproach the smaller Addison in fear of startling him further.

"WH4T? [what are you doing??] TALKING ABOUT? I'VE B3EN HERE THE WH0LE T1ME EAHEHAEHAE!!" he spoke with nervousness in his voice as he seemed to disregard his apparent nightmare and previous panic.

"Spamton… why were you sleeping on the floor..?" Blue asks Spamton very carefully in hopes of not setting him off, knowing how bad nightmares affected him from past memories of Spamton as a young program waking Blue up in the late hours of the night for comfort.

"LIK3 YOU REALLY WANT A [Slime]. L1KE ME ON   Y0UR [Luxury Couches For Sale!]" he remarks matter factly while trying to call Blue’s bluff.

"Spamton I-" Blue begins with concern in her voice as she reaches out to touch him with her hand only to quickly pull back in shock once the contact is made. "Spamton you're, you're freezing cold! We need to get you warmed up asap!" Blue cried out in alarm at his low temperature.

"H3Y HEY H EY! I TH1NK I SHOULD G3T [Around Town] WHILE TH3 G0ING'S [Good Deals]!!” Spamton announces, using the wall to help himself stand. 

"Unfortunately you'll be staying with us for a while, the doors are blocked with snow," Pink finally cut into Blue and Spamtons conversation, his voice filled with irritation towards the white Addison. 

"WH4T!? STOP! THE!! PR3SSES!!! I CAN'T ST4Y HERE!!!" Spamton sputtered out in disbelief at Pink’s words.

"Oh I agree! But that's not up to me," Pink glared down at Spamton’s small form. "Maybe you should've just left last night instead." 

"I'LL H4VE [You] KNOW [Valued Customer] I WAS G0ING TO. BUT      BLUEB3RRY HERE!!! WASN'T LETTING ME [[Die]] 0R SOM3THING" Spamton retorted, standing straighter to appear taller even if it had little effect.

"Oh please Spam," Pink resting a hand on his hip and leaning in closer to Spamton. "You would've been just fine in your what? Expensive mansion from all the Kromer you got from being a Big Shot!" Pink mocked, but anger could be seen within his eyes while he continued to tower over Spamton.

Blue quickly decided that it was time to break it up before Pink gets too heated and starts a bigger fight than she can handle. "Alright both of you, that's enough!" she yelled as she got in-between them with an annoyed tone seeping into her  trademark mom voice she uses in serious situations like these.

"H3 [Shining Star]TED 1T!!!!!" Spamton shouts and quickly points toward Pink in defense.

"I don't care who started it, I'm ending it." Blue put her foot down, being firm with the two. "And Pink! If you're just gonna keep starting fights with Spamton, go upstairs! I do not have the patience right now to deal with you being moody," she finished, being really irritated at Pink's behavior. She didn’t like to yell or be mean to her siblings, she loved them all dearly, but she won't stand for infighting especially during a crisis. 

Pink growled in response to Blue’s lecture but thankfully stands down, looking away from Spamton but with a firm scowl still across his features.

Satisfied that Pink had stopped for the time being Blue let out a deep breath to regain her composure. "Come now Spamton, we need to get you warmed up," she let her voice become gentle to Spamton once more, noticing Spamton looking a bit afraid at that moment. Offering a warm smile, she stands up next to Spamton to lead him to the couch and off of the cold floor.

"I D0N’T [Get It Now For Free!] WHY ARE YOU B3ING SO [Genorisity] TO ME!" Spamton questioned, not following Blue right away while giving her a look of suspicion, "IS TH1S. SOME KIND 0F [Fake News]!??"

Noticing Spamton had stopped, she turned back to face him. "No, not at all Spamton!" she said in reassurance to him. "You're my little brother, and you always will be, no matter what others may say," she tells him fondly with a soft smile. Then Blue turns her head to quickly steal a glance at the other Addisons, who were watching her and Spamton like a tasque, and with Pink looking at Spamton with a sour expression. 

"0H. OK." Spamton looks dumbfounded at what the blue Addison said to him as he got on the couch with only mild issues due to his small build. "4RE YOU SURE YOU WANT M3. ON YOUR [Sweet, Sweet] C0UCH??" He frowned while his eyes were fixated on the couch with a guilty expression.

Blue opens an ottoman near the couch, but stops before taking anything out of it when she hears spamton speak. "Oh spamton, this was your home remember! You shouldn't be worried about such things, now let's get you all nice and warm!" Blue takes out some warm-looking blankets from the ottoman then turns to drape them over Spamton who quickly nestled into them like a little maus.

"We never did like the cold, did we?" Blue couldn't help to let out a soft chuckle, recounting the times when they'd huddle together in front of the fire in the cold nights of winter. This memory gives her the idea, "Let's get you something to drink!" She clasped her hands together excitedly.

"Actually, we should all start some breakfast. We have plenty of food so we don't have to worry about rationing," Yellow chimed in, getting Blue’s attention.

Realizing Spamton probably hasn’t eaten since coming into the Addison’s household she agreed, hoping food would make Spamton open to some questions she wanted to ask. "Oh, that's a great idea Yellow! Spamton are you hungry?" she asks him but notices how he looked a bit off-put by her question.

"OH M3??? I'M FINE!" he answered, only to be betrayed by his own stomach that growls loud enough for Blue to hear.

Blue simply raised her eyebrow, "Uh-huh," she says but not believing him for one second. "Yeah no, you’re getting some food and that's final," she stated firmly before tucking the blankets close around him. "Now you stay right here and get all warmed up, got it?"

"YE4H YEAH! YOU D0N'T HAVE TO [Big Boss] M3 AROUND!!" he huffed, folding his arms annoyedly while shifting his gaze to the side. 

Pleased with this, Blue made her way to the kitchen where Yellow had begun to prepare the area to cook and Orange was helping out with their minor fire magic. Pink tries to walk into the kitchen but is quickly pushed out by Blue, "Nuh-uh! You're not allowed in the kitchen ever since you managed to start a fire last month!" 

"It was only one time! Come on!" Pink argued but only to be met with an uncompromising look from her. He rolled his eyes back into the living room with a groan and began to look over the room only to lock eyes with a wide-eyed Spamton.

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Locking eyes with the pink Addison, Spamton feels dread seep into his puppet body: he feels frozen under the icy eyes of his older brother. Spamton’s mind screams to call out to Blue but he can't move his jaw to even utter a sound while Pink approaches, eye contact still not being broken between them. 

"Spam Spam Spam," Pink says in a demeaning tone to the white Addison. "Looks like your bodyguard left ey? Why don't we have a little talk? Just like old times, right Spammy?" Pink expresses with disgust as he stops in front of the couch, standing just in front of Spamton.

Spamton, with wide eyes filled with fear of what Pink is insinuating, finally gets himself to speak. But instead of calling for help, he corrects his older brother. "1T'S- IT'S SP4MTON N0W!"

"Cut the [€%@&] Spam, and I'm not using your fake little name. So get used to it," Pink snarls before reaching down to grab Spamton by the shirt collar and pulling him up to Pink's eye level, watching as the smaller Addison kicks his legs desperately trying to free himself. 

"PUT M3 DOWN!! PUT ME D0WN!! PUT M3!!- PUT M3!!- PUT M3- PUT!!!" Spamton’s voice glitches out, repeating the same words over and over again. He struggles uselessly within the hands of the pink Addison, fearing if Pink grips him any tighter his clothes would simply tear and [BREAK] away, but he continues thrashing in the air.

"I know what you’re doing, and I am not going to fall for it." Pink harshly pulls Spamton up higher causing Spamton’s glitching to stop momentarily enough for him to gasp out a response.

"WH-WH4AT-?!" Spamton manages to cough out in surprise.

"You're obviously trying to worm your way back into our good graces," Pink scoffs, glaring down Spamton. "You're trying to make us feel bad, have us forgive and forget and welcome you back with open arms," he accuses the little Addison. 

"[Pinkie Pie] I D0N'T KNOW WH4T UR TALKING AB0U-" Spamton was cut off after being dropped back onto the couch with no warning, leaving him to groan out from disorientation

"Liar!" Pink hisses, clenching his fist as if he wanted to punch Spamton, but instead, he turned his head away from Spamton, glaring off to the side. "What you did to Blue was unacceptable! Leaving your room in the mansion in such a way, and then disappearing and falling off the grid for years!" Pink seethed as he recounted. "Blue searched everywhere for you thinking you were in danger! She didn't sleep for days [&@##!%]!" Pink shouts out with tears of frustration and anguish pricking his eyes. "But it was all part of your little plan, wasn't it Spam?" he turns back to Spamton with hate-filled eyes and a murderous expression.

Spamton felt shocked as he listened to Pink's rant: did Blue really look for him? He didn't think anyone cared enough to even bother. Pink’s tirade only further confused Spamton, leading him to cry out "WH4T [Irresistable Deals]!?" to Pink, his own frustrations getting to him.

"You planned to get stuck here, then tell us some sort of sob story to make us pity you," Pink raised his voice threateningly.

Hearing this causes doubts to flicker inside Spamton. Spamton wonders to himself if he was actually planning this unconsciously, doubting his own intentions and control over his own actions. Feeling the edges of his vision begin to fill with static, and becoming disconnected slightly he mumbles, "stop.." quietly under his breath, not speaking only to Pink but himself as well.

Ignoring Spamtons plea, Pink continues, "Look at you! You've even dressed up in old clothes to make yourself look more pathetic." Pink makes a point to pull at Spamton’s raggedy clothes that were barely holding on by their own threads. 

Spamton is shaken slightly from his stupor from the sensation of his clothes being pulled and manages to get out another cry to get the assailant to back off "P1NK!! [Shut Your Mouth]!!" Spamton throws up his arm to push Pink away from him.

Pink released Spamton’s clothes and instead, tightly grabbed Spamton’s wrist that came up to block Pink. "I won't have you hurt us ever again, I'll prove to the others that you're still a liar." Pink pulls Spamton to the edge of the couch, holding his wrist in the air as he watches Spamton struggle against him, pulling and trying to twist himself free.

"I DON’T CARE WHAT U [Buy]! BUT I AM A [HonestMan]!" Spamton yells, delivering a weak kick to Pink's chest who only growls in response. The kick only serves to piss off Pink, causing him to throw Spamton onto the floor.

"Then go on, prove it! Prove me wrong Spam!" Pink throws his arms in the air, egging Spamton on to get a rise out of him.

With his head spinning from his collision with the floor, Spamton finally has enough of being pulled around like some [Long Nosed Doll], being pushed far past his limit. "F0R [[A LimiTed Time Only!]] IT'S           !! 8UT U WANT M3 TO [Proof Of Purchase] 1T!? FIN3 I W1LL! B3CAUS3 0F U'R [Total Jackass stunts]!" He grabs his raggedy jacket, taking it off and moving to take off his sweater to unveil something underneath, to finally prove his older brother [wrong.].

"Breakfast is ready! Come and get it~" Blues voice calls out from the kitchen, announcing that food was ready, stopping both boys from their fight.

Pink backs off quickly, taking several steps away from Spamton, "This isn't over," Pink snarls before walking away into the entryway of the kitchen, only to be halted at the door frame by his sister

Blue holds her hands on her hips and gives him a questioning glare, "Pink, I really hope you didn't start anything again?" she interrogates the pink Addison.

Pink, giving a smug smile to Blue, answers with: "No, we had a great time, right Spam?" he says, glancing over his shoulder to look at Spamton with a death stare.

Spamton, who was catching his breath as his vision unclouds from the static interference, looks up to catch Pink’s stare. "Eahaeha….[Right]," he hides his trembling voice from the two Addisons as to not show his anxiety and fear from his fight with Pink. 

"Oh, that's great!" Blue smiles warmly, letting Pink into the kitchen before walking up to Spamton and kneeling to be level with him and giving him an earnest look. "Did he bother you? I promise you don't have to hide it, I'll give him a piece of my mind if he did," Blue whispers to Spamton to quietly assure him.

Spamton lets out a shaky breath before straightening himself up, "1'M [Fine.]!! H3- HE D1DN'T D0 [Please Stop! I'm Begging You! Please!]." Spamton lies, wincing internally as he just proves Pink's point about being a liar. 

Blue frowns before standing back up, "Come on Spamton, let's get you something to eat alright?" She offers a hand with a smile, even when Spamton doesn't take her hand.

Spamton decides to throw another lie in. "I'M N0T [I'm So Hungry]," he says, trying to dissuade Blue. He didn’t want to face his family again, let alone Pink. The thought of it put him off of even eating a fresh, hot [Free Meal]. 

Spamton immediately backtracks that thought, he hasn't had a fresh [Free Meal] in what feels like years. In fact, he hasn't had a meal that wasn't out of the [GARBAGE] for so long that he forgot that food wasn't supposed to be disgusting to eat. Getting sidetracked and almost hitting the door frame to the kitchen, Spamton halts, looking at the other Addison's inside talking amongst themselves. 

A hand gently nudges Spamtons shoulder, "Hey Spamton, would you like to eat with me in my room? I don't want to eat with everyone down here at the moment. I'm a little frustrated at them all right now and I'd love some company upstairs," Blue lightly suggests to the smaller Addison with the same gentle smile she always wore.

Spamton is caught off guard by Blue’s request, it made no sense to him but he wasn’t going to let this chance slip by. "0H, UM- OK4Y! [[Request Accepted]]! B3ATS SITTING IN TH3RE WITH [No Friend(s) To Call Your Own?]. U R THE 0NLY! [1.99] THAT S33MS TO NOT [Hate] [Hate] MY [[Guts]]," he huffed, reaching the table and only then realizing that he was too short to actually get any food. He internally curses his height as a result; this Cyber World was not made for small programs like him.

"Here, let me make you a plate Spamton! Don't you worry." Blue begins to fill his plate and her own, then carries them both to the doorway before Orange Addison calls out to her, gaining her attention.

"Blue, are- are ya not eating here with us?" Orange spoke up to Blue, noticing her leaving with the two plates of food.

"Yeah me and Spamton are heading upstairs, you guys can freeze down here, it's warmer upstairs," Blue offers as a lackluster explanation. 

Spamton walks to the stairs as Blue continues to talk to the other Addisons, looking up at the several stairs to climb. He makes quick work of them, climbing the stairs on all fours like a rabid Tasque. Reaching the top Spamton turns down the hall to reach Blue's room but noticing a familiar door he stops. Sparing a glance to the stairwell he quickly hurries to his old room's door before reaching up for the knob, only making brief contact with it before he hears Blue heading up the stairs. Deciding it's not worth getting [Caught Red Handed], he jumps back over to Blue’s door to wait patiently beside it for Blue to [Join Now].

Blue, reaching the top of the stairs and coming into view of Spamton, gives a light chuckle, "Aw Spamton, you didn't have to wait for me. Come on, let's go inside!" Blue tries to free a hand to open the door, to which Spamton opens it for her. "Ah, thanks Spamton" she thanks the smaller Addison before shuffling inside with him and placing the two plates on the small round coffee table in the middle of her room and sitting down in front of it.

Spamton looks at the table, more importantly, the food on the plates. One plate has substantially more on it than the other plate, but Blue is sitting down next to the plate with less. Blue must notice his hesitance as she gets his attention.

"That one is your’s Spamton, you're obviously not eating enough wherever you live. It's like I can see your bones under your clothes!" she explains, signaling to his small frame, "Now let's eat, it's going to get cold quickly because of how chilly it is up here." She smiles before starting on her own food as Spamton sits down across from her. 

Spamton stares at the food hungrily, he doesn't have to fight for it and he can just eat it but he feels frozen at the thought of the free food and what he may have to [Repay] for the meal. Then a new thought of Blue [Stealing] the food away from him chases any hesitance out of his mind as he hurriedly dives into the food eating it almost ravenously. He doesn't know when he'll get such a [Good Deal!!] like this again, and even when he feels himself becoming sick from eating so much at once he forces himself to keep eating at the expense of his small stomach.

"Careful now, don't choke," Blue quips but doesn't mock or tease him for his eating as he finishes the plate in a short amount of time. He has to stop himself short from licking the plate clean after remembering that Blue was there right in front of him.

Spamton lets out a sigh of relief, he hasn't had a full stomach in ages. Despite the pain it gives him and [Prayers] that his stomach wouldn't reject it, he can't help but feel peaceful and content for a change. He let his gaze wander to the decor of Blue’s room. Unsurprisingly it hasn't changed much over the years, though glancing at the wall Spamton’s eyes widen as he sees picture frames hanging with him in it. It was the pictures that used to hang in the living room, but why are they in here? He wonders before bringing it up to Blue. "HEY [Blueberry], WHY'D U G0TS. MY PICTUR3S UP THERE???" he questions the blue Addison.

Blue, completing her own plate and stacking it on top of Spamton’s empty one, responds to Spamton’s question, "Well, you see.." she trails off, eyes fixated on the table. "When we all had that fight, Pink stormed home in a fit and began to destroy all of the pictures you were in. Orange helped hold Pink back while I managed to save the surviving ones and secure them up here. There was a lot of yelling that night, mainly from me and Pink," she recounted solemnly, her brows creasing her forehead. "Yellow just stood there and Orange just cried…" Blue continues as sadness becomes evident in her eyes. 

Spamton felt shame and guilt rise in his chest. He was just so [[selfish.]] that night and made everything worse. Apparently, he also caused them to fight with each other long afterward. "[I'm Sorry I'm Sorry!] I SHOULDN'T HAVE-" he begins to apologize before Blue steps in.

"No, don't apologize Spamton, everyone did something wrong that night. I think everyone regrets what they said. I believe we need to apologize to each other as a group if we ever get a chance. Even though I need to give my apologies to Pink and Yellow, I said some… terrible things I have yet to atone for." Blue looks up to meet Spamton’s eyes which still held shame within them.

After a spell of silence, Blue speaks up one more time to ask Spamton a question. "Spamton, if I may ask. Correct me if I am wrong of course, but your hands and your face," she reaches out to hold the cold porcelain hands of Spamton, "What happened to your feathers Spamton?"

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Spamton shoots backward in astonishment, his glasses changing to static for only a moment. He quickly sputters out an excuse, "I H4VE NO ID3A WHAT uR TALK1NG AB0UT [Valued Customer] EAH34HAEAH4!" he laughs at her question while denying her an answer.

"Spamton…" Blue calls gently out to him, "You disappear for years, then show up missing feathers on your hands and face," she carefully cups his cold porcelain cheeks, her concern evident in her voice. "Your glitches have become much worse as well. What happened to you Spamton?"

Spamton grew annoyed as Blue worried over him. She had no right to act like she even gave a [$#!%]. "WHY D0 U [Care]?! IT'S NOT UR [@##%] PR0BL3M IS IT?!? U LOST ThAT PRIV1LEGE WH3N U!! [[Abandoned Me For The Slime]]!!!" he snaps at her, ripping her hand from his cheek only to wince at his own harsh tone that he didn't truly mean to use against Blue.

Instead of backing off like Spamton wanted she remained by his side. “Spamton.. please,” she begs, holding out her hand to take Spamton's own boney hands. “Why did you change so much? Tell me what happened to the shy and compassionate Addison I once knew. It’s like you've become a completely different program almost." She searches for an answer within his tired eyes.

He feels anger boiling underneath his shell and speaks his thoughts to Blue, "W3LL! THAT'S WHAT H4PPENS WH3N U TAKE 4 VACAT10N IN [please!!! don't drop me in the acid! I'm sorry!] AN D L0SE UR SK1N," he shouts in a moment of frustration that overwrote the rationality in his mind. Realizing what he said, Spamton quickly slapped his hands over his mouth but the damage was already done; she knew.

The blue Addison looks on in abject horror with wide open eyes as Spamton spoke. "You- you were dropped in acid?" she falters in disbelief while she brings a hand up to her face. "Spamton oh my god! Oh… oh god!!" she repeated in utter fear. "You- you have no skin?? But how-?... How are you still alive?" Blue sends a multitude of questions Spamton's way trying to get an explanation from the poor white Addison.

Knowing that there really wasn't any turning back from this, Spamton just sighed in defeat. Looking up he notices how Blue looked sick to her stomach, and he grimaces before casting his gaze slightly downward. "Y34H I'M [Sicking] AREN'T I?" Spamton spoke, watching as Blue's expression changed quickly and began to stumble out apologies but Spamton saw a look of pity for him in her eyes. "4ND ST0P GIVInG M3 THAT LOOK. 1 CaN T4STE UR [Pity] FOR MY S0RRY [@$$]!" he spat, folding his arms to grab at the sleeves of his scrappy coat.

"Spamton you're not disgusting! It's just-," she took an uneven breath while running a hand through her blue locks. "It's just unnerving to know what an Addison's skeleton looks like. Usually, us Addison's turn back to code when we... pass- so this isn't something I've had experience with before," she paused to steel herself before continuing, "And Spamton I don't pity you, I'm worried and angry."

Spamton straight away assumes that Blue is angry with him and quietly gives an "1m S0rRy..." as an apology to her while feeling ashamed. Thankfully Blue is quick to reiterate and continue to falsify his fears.

"No no, I'm not angry with you Spammy, I'm angry, no- furious that someone did this," she says, her hands motioning to Spamton, while also not realizing she dropped his old nickname, "To you! Why would someone do such cruelty to anyone?!" she lets out all her frustrations then falls forward onto her hands on the floor.

Spamton was caught off guard when he heard his old nickname come through the lips of the blue Addison. He wanted to correct her that his name wasn't 'Spam' but, it brought him momentarily back a few years when that nickname was used by his siblings so lovingly. It felt so different from when Pink spoke it with venom when he was taunting Spamton, Blue instead spoke it with such care.

"Spamton, we have to tell the others about this,'' she turns her head up to meet his eyes as her voice changes to have a more serious tone.

NO N0 NO! U CAN'T T3LL THE OTH3RS!! THEY C4N N3VER KN0W!" he cries out much to Blue's surprise from his sudden outburst as he shakes his head side to side fervently.

Spamton’s meek strength didn't affect Blue too much so she stood her ground. "Spamton, this is a serious matter! We have to tell them what happened!" she fights back with sincerity. "We can't just pretend this didn't happen! They need to know!" Blue tries to plead with the smaller Addison to make him see reason.

"TH3Y DON'T NEED T0 KNOW JACK[$#!%] TH4NK U V3RY MUCH," he fired back at the blue Addison. "4ND U WER3N'T EVEN SUPP0SED TO KNOW. 4ND I'LL BE [@$#%] 1F U R0PE EVeRYONE 3LSE IN TH1S [Fun For The Whole Family!]. U ALR34DY [know far too much]," Spamton seethed, only to be met with Blue's firm, unwavering expression.

"Spamton I'm telling them, it's how it needs to be," Blue says as she gets to her feet. Blue advances to the door leading out of her room but a sudden weight on her leg from Spamton grabbing her pants leg stops her from continuing.

Spamton flips like a switch, no matter what the other Addisons can’t know how bad of a shape he's in. He can barely handle Blue fretting right now as is, and who's to say the other Addisons wouldn't be so willing to give him [MERCY] like she has given him. "N0 NO N-O NO N0!! NO!!!" he cries out desperately while holding her in place. "U C4N'T!!! PROMISE M3 U W0N'T! U C4N'T T3LL THEM ANYTH1NG!" he pleads in distress hoping Blue would just drop it while using his weak arms to pull on Blue’s leg, trying to drag her away from the door.

"But Spamton-...." Blue looked down at the little Addison and his pitiful attempt of keeping her from leaving before finally relenting to his begging and pleading and spoke with a sigh, "Fine, I promise I won't tell them." She knelt back down to Spamton height and wrapped her arms around his small frame in a light embrace. "Spamton you should tell them yourself." She leaves the hug and rests her hands upon Spamtons shoulders. “That's my only condition.”

Spamtons body jolted when Blue held him. When was the last time he was hugged? Or even held by another that wasn't throwing him out of the [Mansion]. A part of him wanted to pull her back into the hug when she broke off, but instead, he looked away. "I'LL D0 TH4T WH3N 1'M [Warning! Battery Low]!" he replied with a slight sneer but his fear was still evident in his porcelain features.

Blue seemed to take notice of Spamton's continued distress and switched topics, "Now why would they throw you in acid Spamton? What could justify such heartlessness to you?" Blue pressed further.

"S4LES GONE D0WN THE [[Drain]]?? [No [[KROMER]]? No problem!] S0 THEY DECID3D. [Everything Must Go!] 4ND THREW ME 0UT LIKE LAST W33K'S [SALES]," Spamton offers as an explanation for Blue. For him, all these questions and in general, every bit of this today made him feel so [Tired]. It didn't help that his previous sleep quality was quite bad. Unfortunately Blue was still unsatisfied and kept questioning him.

A sense of recognition flashed across the blue Addison's features as she seemed to realize something in Spamton’s words. “If you were evicted and had no money, where did you go??" Blue's brows creased with unease as she waited for his next response.

"THAT'S 3ASY BLU3BERRY! [Number 1 Rated Salesman1997] T0OK UP RES1DENCE IN UR L0C4L [Dumpster]," Spamton replied confidently, but deep down a voice was telling him to [Shut Your Mouth] and that his sister knew too much already, but Blue had an aura that always made Spamton open up. Around her, Spamton just can't keep his mouth shut if he tries, even if it goes against his morals and everything he's been working towards. “HUMPH N0W U G0T UR 4NSWER. GO AH3AD AND [Discount] M3 FOR LOSING MY [Big Shot] TITLE WHY DON'T U!?”

Blue's eyes widened in surprise, "You- you were homeless?" she gasped, completely ignoring his taunt before throwing more questions the poor Addison's way. "Why didn't you come home Spamton? I would've taken you in, in a soul beat Spamton!" she frets over him, taking in his appearance and clothes while she gains a new sense of understanding.

His teeth gritted against each other when she brought up the prospect of returning home. "U GUYS H4TED ME! U THR3W ME 1N tH3 [GOD-$##@ TR4SH] 0NCE! WH4T R TH3 CH4NCES U WERE G0NNA DO 1T 4ll AGA1N????" he accused her with a pointed finger in her face. "PINK AND YELLOW W0ULD H4VE [Play Laugh Track Now] AND M0CKED ME 0UT OF [Town] IF 1 SH0WED UP [nowhere to go..] 4ND WITH NO SKIN!" Spamton spoke coldly while backing off from Blue's warm touch to turn his back to her. Grabbing his arms tightly he spoke up again, "I D0N'T NEED U! 0R 4NYONE 3LSE!" he hissed, letting one of his arms go to look at his hand.

For a split second, he could see those neon green [STRINGS..] that made him a [Puppet]. In a blink, they were gone and Spamton closed his hand tightly as he remembered his final goal to achieve his [F R E E D O M], where he’d be free from Mike's influence. Maybe then he could allow himself to make up with the Addisons and maybe even get them to live a life of [Luxury] with him like he always wanted to. Mike had driven that dream away when Spamton had mentioned it to him prior, claiming that the Addisons would get jealous if he did just that. Spamton made sure to defend his siblings but it didn’t matter in the end because in just [$3.99] days after that conversation, Spamton was shown how jealous the Addisons were of his first reach into [STARDOM]. But Mike wasn’t here, so maybe things could go just a little different this time around. He just needed the [Sweet Taste Of Neo].

"I JUST N33D TO G3T MY NEW [Sweet Bod]! 4ND I'LL B3 A [BIG SHOT]!! AG41N AND I'LL REACH F0R [HEAVEN]..." he spoke as quietly as his naturally loud tone could muster but evidently it wasn't enough as Blue heard his strange words.

"A new body?" she catches within his rambling, "Spamton what are you talking about?" Blue asks him for the final time.

Spamton, fed up with Blue's constant prying, finally puts a stop to it. "I D0N'T W4nT TO [Call Us Today!] ABOUT THIS 4NYMORE! WITH U. NO MORE QUESTIONS. 1'VE ALRE4DY SAID T00 MUCH.." he ended with a more pensive tone in his glitched voice. He's surprised Mike hasn't come down to punish him yet. Mike always got [please don't be mad] if Spamton talked too much, but does it even matter anymore? Mike already abandoned him as everyone else eventually did.

Blue settled down, giving into his no-questions rule. "Fine fine, you'll win this time, Spamton. I'll stop asking so many questions, ok?" she pauses waiting for a sign or a response to her words to which Spamton only grunts in reply. "Oh Spamton, that must've been hard to hold all that in all this time." A sad smile rested on the face of the blue Addison.

As Spamton turned back to face Blue, she reached to grab a blanket from her nearby bed, "Why don't you rest up? My you look exhausted." She gently drapes the blanket over the smaller Addison that ended up being consumed by its size.

"I'M N0T [ZZZZ], BUT I'LL [Take A Seat]!! I GUE3S!" he grumbled, refusing to admit that the added weight and comfort of the soft blanket made the growing lull of sleep practically impossible to ignore.

Spamton was caught off guard as Blue suddenly took Spamton in her arms, "H3Y! HEY! [Warn] A GUY N3XT TIME U PUT UR [get your hands off-!][The Merchandise]!" Spamton fumbles around in her arms as he's laid to rest on her bed. "I SAID 1 W4SN'T GO1NG [Nighty Nighty!]" he huffed looking up at his older sister.

"There we are! you've had it rough lately, so I think just sitting in a nice bed would do you some good. Just sit back and relax alright?" She adjusts the blankets on her baby brother, tucking him into the bed all nice and comfortably.

"[[WHY]] R U SO NICE?? I DON'T- I D0N”T G3T IT." He looked up at her with pained eyes that were struggling to focus on her. His body started to feel like it was submerged in water and his head swimming around in the cyber sky. "WHY D0 U H4VE TO BE SO N1CE TO M3? I W4S SO [Mean] AND CRUEL"

Blue rests sitting on the side of the bed next to Spamton, carding a hand through Spamton’s messy hair. "Oh Spammy, I love you. Sure you made some mistakes but so did we. Nothing can change the fact you're always my little brother," she spoke to Spamton in fond hushed tones which was reminiscent of a time when he was much younger.

Spamton fought off sleep as hard as he could but Blue's words became quieter in his head and his eyes drooped longer every time they closed, until Spamton fell into a much more restful sleep with Blue's nearby words and comfort.

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Spamton's eyes drift close and as he subtly relaxes into the bed, Blue watches him carefully until she's sure he's asleep. She slowly stands to make sure he's not jostled, then grabbing the discarded blanket nearby she gently tucks in the sleeping Addison. 

Blue is careful to remove his colorful glasses from his face and place them on the nearby nightstand. She brings her hand to his porcelain face to rub his cheek but stops midway when she sees her hands trembling. Not only is her hands shaking but her entire body is. She takes a deep breath to try to calm herself but to no avail, causing her to grit her teeth to try to contain herself. Her gaze lingers on Spamton's now boney face before she forces herself to look away.

Keep it together Blue, she internally scolds herself while she walks over to the discarded plates on the floor. She picked them up only to almost drop them due to her unsteady hands. A quiet and censored curse slips from her lips as she holds a tight grip on the plates, and she makes a move to the door to leave her room. Once she makes it outside her room she silently shuts the door behind her before her unsteady legs finally give out under her, causing her to fall against the door.

Everything just became too much for her to handle, and her eyes are quickly filling with wet tears that threaten to spill at a moment's notice. Spamton was here, with his feathers and skin burned off since he was thrown in acid. All because he stopped getting sales, and now he is living on the street? Blue feels the wet tears fall down her face as she takes in a sloppy inhale of air. Now he is homeless and lives on the street, and he's been doing this because he's afraid of how we will react. Who knows how much more Spamton is potentially hiding from her. How much more is he going through? Blue covers her mouth to muffle the sobs that she chokes on. 

Guilt creeps into her subconscious as she remembers the night of his eviction when she found his room empty of all but his phone that never left his side. She knew something was wrong when she picked up the loosely hanging receiver and all she heard was garbage noise, only to realize that it wasn't even connected to anything. She could only feel responsible for what he's been through; she should've fought harder for his sake, she should've looked harder for him when he disappeared, but she gave up on him. Now Spamton is back but heavily damaged from what he's been through. Blue's chest was in knots as she finally made up her mind while she wiped the last remaining tears off of her face that she will never give up on Spamton ever again. 

After shaking off the last bit of sobs that remained in her, Blue unsteadily used the wall behind her to support her legs as she got back to her feet. She sighs while she recovers from her weeping even though her soul continues to ache. Her promise to Spamton, could she keep it? She knew she needed to tell them but it would ruin Spamton’s trust with her. Maybe she just needs the full story of what happened to Spamton which she can tell the others and get them to accept him again. Spamton would be furious with her but it's for his own good. She has to convince him to live with the family again because if he ends up leaving, it might be years until she sees him again. With Spamton apparent luck, she might just find him dead in the trash. Though Pink might be the hardest to convince; she really doesn't get why he's such a prick right now and hopes he'll get over it.

After a few more moments of patience, she finally continues her trek down the stairs to the living room. Reaching the bottom of the steps she can hear arguing within the kitchen and she hesitantly approaches the dining area. She stops in the doorway to listen in to the argument but her presence is quickly spotted and Yellow is the first to speak up.

"BLUE! I am so furious with Spamton right now! Where is he?! Bring him down right now!" the yellow Addison demands as his fist slams down onto the table, rattling it in the process. His open eyes bore angrily into Blue's own closed eyes. 

Blue is taken aback by his sudden aggression and puts up her hands in defense. "What? He's asleep right now, and what did he do?" She tries to figure it out.

"I'll tell you what he did alright!" Yellow announces, standing up from his chair causing it to clatter loudly as he throws it to the side. "That brat and his little plan of his. He bragged to Pink that he is going to get on all of our good sides to [%@#€] us all over again! Get him down here right now! I don't care if he's sleeping! I'm throwing his [@$$] outside and he better not show his face here ever again if he has any self-preservation!" 

Blue is shocked by this declaration and quickly defends Spamton, "No! No, that's just not true at all, Pink?" Her attention diverts from the fuming yellow Addison to the sad-looking pink one. 

He shook his head to the side, "Sorry Blue, he just went on and on. I was confused at first as well, it must be hard for you to believe but-" Pink starts with his voice riddled with sickly sweet remorse but Blue cuts him off mid-speech.

"No no no, there's no way that's true! Pink you made that up!" she accused him while putting the dirty plates down finally on the counter. 

Pink took some steps towards her as he spoke again, "Not at all Blue, I'm sorry but he's manipulating you. He's taking advantage of your kindness and generous heart. It's not fair he's using you like this dear sister." 

Blue clenches her fist as Pink tries to feed her his lies. It wasn't fair, it just wasn't fair. She wants- no, needs to tell them the truth but she can't yet. "You don't know a god [$@##] thing about Spamton, Pink," she raised her voice in warning, feeling a wave of anger brush through her as her eyes opened fully to glare daggers in Pink’s. It just wasn't fair what happened to Spamton.

Pink puts a hand on Blue's shoulder, his eyes trying to reason with hers, "Oh Blue please, you're letting your emotions get the better of you," he dismissed her outcry with little care as he looked down at her.

She backs away from the pink Addison, fury making itself evident on her face, "No, I've had enough of you Pink! You've been antagonizing Spamton all day, you're trying to start [$#!%] between us and him and I am not standing for it!" Blue felt like she could just about kill Pink if he wasn't her brother. Pink was getting out of control with his grudge on Spamton. She could handle his average attitude, but making things up to vilify Spamton was way past crossing the line.

Blue was stopped by Yellow who bore the same hatred for Spamton Pink shares, "Blue quit, Pink here is telling the truth so calm the [%$×÷] down. Spam isn't our innocent little brother anymore. He's changed for the worse no matter how much you try to deny it." He grabbed her arm in a tight grip, "Spam is getting kicked out, I refuse to let him stay if he's just going to take advantage of us again. He can freeze out in the snow for all we care."

A slap reverberated around the now silently shocked kitchen. "Did… Did you just HIT me!?" a shout followed soon after.

Blue, while lowering her hand from delivering the hit, growled, "You're not doing anything Yellow, I won't let you." 

Yellow held the side of his face to nurse his stinging cheek, "You [$!%#]..." He bore his sharp eyes into Blue's eyes. "You're outnumbered, Three to one."

"Two to two actually." Orange stood up abruptly, much to Yellow's apparent surprise.

"Orange? What is the meaning of this?!" Yellow asked, aghast at Orange's sudden switch.

"Sorry Yellow, but I'm with Blue in this. I stayed silent on this once but not again, I may not know who's right and who's wrong right now but I do know one thing. Spam will die out there in the cold, so he's going to stay." Orange leaves the table to stand next to Blue who is looking at Orange in awe. "I want to give him a chance and if I'm wrong, shove it in my face, but he's staying at least until it's safe." They confidently smile at Blue, finally giving their support and assurance.

"Orange.. thank you." She feels relief finally sink in, she wasn't alone in this fight. "Pink I know you're lying about what Spamton said." She turned to smile triumphantly against Pink feeling confident in winning.

"Oh really now? How do you know if I am or not!?" Pink scowls and questions Blue's authenticity.

Blue's previous confidence falters at this, she couldn't tell them why. "I can't tell you. You will have to figure it out on your own or he'll tell you on himself," Blue tries to sound sure of herself but in reality, she's lacking confidence in her own words.

Pink gives her a doubtful look, "So, in other words, you don't know." Pink glares at Blue, "We'll see who's right in the end, you two traitors or me and Yellow." 

Blue winced at being called a traitor but she decided it was as good as ever a time to leave. "Come on Orange, let's go upstairs, I need your help with something." Blue gently pulls Orange toward the exit. 

Yellow and Pink stared ruthlessly at Blue and Orange, and a discolored splotch of skin and fur had begun to form on Yellow’s cheek. It looked painful, and Blue can't help but feel guilty for it. She regrets hitting their older brother, she mainly did it out of blind rage. She isn't the type to react with violence and she knows a big apology is in order if peace is to be returned within the Addison family.

Orange allows themselves to be pulled along by Blue toward the stairs, gazing forlornly at the two Addisons remaining in the kitchen. Then turning to talk to Blue about what just happened, "You really hit Yellow, wow. I don't know how you didn't have him start wailing on you immediately!" They looked to Blue as they walked up the stairs together.

"To be honest I don't think I really meant to hit him, I think I just caught him by surprise and he was just too stunned to hit me back. I guess I'm just very lucky," Blue sighs while looking at the offending hand. "I just couldn't handle Spamton being spoken as if it was just OKAY if he died. Just look at how small he is and the snow would be up to his chin! He doesn't even have warm clothes on!" she began to rant about Spamtons safety before Orange spoke again.

"You know, you hitting Yellow was what sparked me into action for once. You reacted so strongly so I knew you were the right choice and I'm not a huge fan of the whole Spam dying thing either. I am unsure of how I feel about him myself, I don't know if I'm mad or happy that he's here but I'm glad he's alive." Orange paused at the top of the stairs as Blue did the same.

"Now what do you need my help with anyway Blue?" Orange asked their brow arching up with their question.

She looks to the side sheepishly, bringing a hand to the back of her head, "Hah, about that… Yeah it was just an excuse to get out of the kitchen. I don't actually need your help." She gives them a lopsided smile.

"Hah, I figured," Orange let out a low huff, and then the two Addisons remained in silence for a few moments before Orange spoke up again, "I've missed him," their voice lowered as their tone became somber.

She glances up to her older sibling, empathy crossing her features as she agrees with them, "Me too Orange, me too. I just know that something happened that caused everything to go so wrong for us and Spamton," she spoke with sorrow deep within her voice. 

A slight smile returned to Orange as a snicker creeped out of their mouth. "You know, I could never get rid of that old mannequin, you know what I'm talking about right?" Orange gave a light nudge to Blue.

Blue was confused for a second until she remembered the white mannequin that resembled Spamton. "You still have that ancient thing??" she snorts, holding in a laugh, "Orange you made that for a prank for one day, why do you still have it?" she mused.

"Man, what else was I supposed to do with it? I guess it did end up coming useful when he stopped volunteering to be my model, you know?" they paused before beginning to reminisce. "I always told him I needed a small model but in truth, I had plenty of mannequins I could make around his size. I just like spending time with him, it was like our thing. He always did enjoy getting all dressed up in the latest fashions, claiming it made him feel like a real 'big shot'," they talked about their memories while leaning back on a wall, sporting an amused smile.

"Yeah I remember, who could forget?" Blue sighs out, then after a few seconds pass she finally tells Orange what's been brewing in her mind. "I think I'm going to ask Spamton to move back in with us." Her sudden thoughts seemed to surprise Orange.

"You think he would want to?" Orange questions her, seeming genuinely curious.

"Honestly? No, I don't think he would, but I still want to try." She thinks about him living alone on the street, in dumpsters even. Any sane person would immediately take up someone's offer of a free home but this was Spamton she was talking about. He was always against getting things for free or even getting help from his siblings in desperate times.

Orange folds their arms to this, "Yellow and Pink wouldn't let that happen." They frown while watching Blue's expression shift to annoyance.

"I am almost completely done with them right now. They are acting ridiculous, like a young program throwing a tantrum. I couldn’t care less if they cared or not," she hissed under her breath, clenching her hand into a tight fist. 

Orange's gaze moves off to the side, "They kinda are being real, uh immature right now I guess. I don't like to pick sides but I had no choice but to," Orange comments themselves. 

Blue walks deeper into the hallway, prompting Orange to follow her. "I think if they don't get themselves under control. I might just move out," she reveals to them, which receives a shocked look from the other Addison.

"Move out?? Blue you can't be serious!! We've all lived together for like, forever! Addison's are better together you know?" they spoke in disbelief at this information.

She stopped walking with Orange to turn around and face them again. "Did that not apply to Spamton?" She raised her eyebrow, giving a deadpan look to her older sibling.

"I mean, he was the one that moved out," Orange could only mutter quietly in response.

"Because he certainly wasn't pushed to do so," she remarks with her voice thick with sarcasm. She would've rolled her eyes as well but they had closed again a while ago.

"Yeah, I guess that's fair," Orange relents, finally agreeing with Blue. "And I can see where you're coming from. If I'm honest, if I was treated like-," they stop mid-sentence, pausing for only a second. "It's... Spamton now right?" they ask for confirmation.

Blue couldn't help but smile, Orange was finally coming around to trying to use Spamton's new name. At least Orange doesn't appear to be doing it on purpose like the other two Addisons. "Yeah, he goes by Spamton now."

Once getting confirmation, the orange-colored Addison continues, "If they treated me like they did to Spamton, I would want to leave too," they spoke their piece, then taking only a second to add to it, "I wish I stood up for him all those years ago. Maybe things would be different if I did." 

Blue walks up to them and takes their hands in her own. "No need to be worked up by the past." She gave a sympathetic gaze to them.

"Yeah you're right I guess." They squeeze Blue's hands before letting go, "Where is he anyway? You mentioned him sleeping in your room right?" they finish by asking her.

"Yes, he's sleeping in my room at the moment, why do you ask?" Blue perks up at their question, wondering what Orange could want.

"Can, can I see him?" Orange looks hopefully at her, an uncertain smile forming on their face as they wait for Blue to answer them.

She stops and thinks for a moment, would it be a good idea to bring Orange in? She's probably lucky she got him to sleep in the first place. It was only because of how exhausted he was. If Orange woke him up then getting him to sleep would be near impossible if she was to guess. She decides the best course of action is to turn them down for the time being. "I'll have to say no, I'm sorry I just don't want him to be disturbed, he was really exhausted," she regretfully tells them her decision watching Orange's hopeful expression diminish before her eyes.

Orange leaned back and gave an awkward laugh in response, "Ahah, yeah for sure. Also before I forget; I noticed when you came down you looked like you had been crying?" 

"Yeah, I was, I've just been really stressed out I suppose." She didn't realize that anyone noticed she had been crying over Spamton, so she just gave a base-level response to Orange in hopes they would just take it, but unfortunately for her, it seemed Orange wasn't taking it. 

"Did Spamton say something to you to make you upset?" they pushed the question further, seeming determined for the answer.

Blue can't help but grit her teeth, she wants to tell Orange but she's walking on eggshells to avoid breaking the promise to Spamton. "I, I can't tell you." She couldn't meet Orange's gaze.

Orange seems completely unconvinced by Blue, "So he did say something?" They raise one eyebrow while putting a hand on their side. They clearly didn't buy Blue's explanation one bit.

She quickly tried to pull back her words, "No, No! It's just a mixture of everything right now,” she exclaims desperately. She then lets herself deflate while running a hand through her hair, “Everything is a lot right now to handle.”

Orange doesn't press further instead choosing a new route, "I want to help you out. Why don't we just hang out in my room for a while and let me help reduce some of that tension off your shoulders? I think it would do you a lot of good to relax for a while." 

Blue feels conflicted at this, while that sounds like a good idea, she's afraid to leave Spamton alone for that long. "Thanks, but no thanks, part of me wants to stick next to Spamton just in case something happens," she says looking over to her room where Spamton lays asleep, worry coursing through her features.

"Yeah right! The only thing that will accomplish is scaring the bageez outta the little man if he wakes up to you all up in his space and watching him sleep," Orange scoffs playfully at Blue, which elicits a chuckle out of her.

"I guess you're right, I never thought of it like that." She allowed herself to relax some, she was still a bit worried about him but, it seemed to be just stressing herself out more.

Orange put on a cheery smile while they grabbed Blue's arm as they tugged Blue toward the opposite end of the hallway where their own room was located. "Now come on Blue, I'll light some candles and I'll help you relax with a good book!" they said gleefully as they led the blue Addison along with them.

Blue lets herself be pulled by the excited Addison, but she could only hope nothing could go wrong in her absence.

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At his desk, Spamton waited. It's been a while since Mike called. He was never able to call him back since there was no number to call. Mike would always just call him, seemingly at the perfect times, just when he needed them, or when Spamton did something wrong. It was almost as if Mike was always there... Watching him… But if Spamton G. Spamton ever needed help, Mike was always there soon.

Yet despite all that, his sales have taken a sharp decline and Mike still hasn't come to tell him what he exactly needed to do. Maybe it was all a test? Yes, a test! Surely Mike must be testing him, but he's tried everything to get the sales back up and it doesn't seem to be working.

Spamton runs a hand through his black hair to pull at it in distress and let out a breathy groan. It didn't make sense why it wasn't working! He's been following everything he's been taught by Mike! He's starting to grow desperate, so desperate. At this point, he spends most of his time either next to his precious phone or praying to that robot in the basement. When was the last time he ate anyhow?

A surge of hunger pained his stomach tempting him to go down to the Color Cafe to eat, even just a CD bagel but alas if Mike called while he was down there eating he'd be furious with him. Mike's calls were more important than that, he made that clear before and even made Spamton punish himself for it, but he rather not think about that. Mike's a good guy! He is helping him become bigger! Better! Than he ever was before. So he is not moving from this spot until Mike calls!

Spamtons thoughts were interrupted by his TV system ringing and giving one more glance to his phone he left his desk to answer to which Queen's suddenly loud voice came across the screen with a projection of her as well.

"OH SPAMTON SWEETY HONEY PIE! YOUR’E NEEDED DOWNSTAIRS AT ONCE!" the Queen cooed at him, and despite all his time here, he could never adjust to her voice that rivaled his own in intensity.

"My Queen, I'm sorry but I'm very busy at the moment could it be possible-" he started before being interrupted as per usual when talking with the Queen.

"NO CAKE POP! I NEED YOU DOWN HERE RIGHT AWAY! SOME FOLKS ARE HERE AND CLAIMING THEY KNOW YOU AND ARE HERE TO APOLOGIZE!"

This causes Spamton to pause and think. Who in the cyber world could it be? So he presses for an answer "Who are they?"

"OH, I BELIEVE THEY CALL THEMSELVES ADDISONS AND THERE'S A PINK ONE!, A ORANGE ONE, A BLUE ONE, AND A YELLOW ONE!" Her voice fills the area of his room almost making his ears ring.

Spamton bit down on his tongue hearing the names of his estranged family "Tell them I have nothing to say to them!" he growls at the mere thought of having to see them again, much less talk to them.

"OK LOL BRB." The screen cut off suddenly leaving Spamton back in silence with his eyes drifting back to his precious phone. Mike made it clear he didn't want Spamton to associate with those jealous bastards and yet Spamton missed his family dearly.

With a zap, the screen came back to life. "BAD NEWS! I ASKED THEM TO: GTFO BUT THEY SAID NO!"

"And you let them stay?!" he asked exasperated.

"WELL, THEY ALSO PAID ME LOL! SO COME DOWN HERE SPAMTON AND STOP: BEING A LOSER! OH HO HO HO~!" she finishes with an almost mocking laugh that fills his hearing, almost making him get a migraine on top of everything.

"Ok ok I'll be down there in a moment." He gave a begrudged sigh as the Queen signed off again giving him peace at last.

He can't argue with the Queen since she's his boss by technicality. He could only hope Mike won't call for the small time he goes down to tell his siblings to get lost. Maybe just maybe he'd be proud of him.

Spamton moves to appear in front of a mirror cringing at his disheveled appearance, he looks like he lived in a garbage can or something he scoffs internally. With a quick motion, he adjusted his tie, fixed his button-up jacket, and made his hair look less of a maice nest. The bags under his eyes he couldn't fix but he can wave them off as proof of his hard work. Sparing one more glance at the still and silent phone he left his room to confront his old family.

On the way he goes over countless situations in his head on why his ex-siblings would be here, such as his them just mocking him for his declining sales, trying to get money out of him, or some other terrible thing, and while Queen said they were here to apologize but he couldn't believe that for a second, Pink never admits he's wrong for sure. He'd have to be pulled by his dumb ponytail and dropped in front of someone and forced to apologize.

So yet he continued his path through the big halls of the Queen's manor, he knows he's small but even for the ridiculously tall birds that service all the manor's guests, this place is huge. It takes him twice as long to reach the entrance as the others and while he already tried to bring up roller skates for himself to Mike, but he ended up refusing and was really mad at him for it. He lets out a defeated sigh as he begins to see familiar territory in this maze of a mansion. It wouldn't be long now until he reaches the entrance.

As he approached he could hear the chattering of his former family and the Queen, growing louder with each step. But for him it was silent, he felt increasing anxiety from this 'reunion' that he was forced to attend. He just needs to put on a performance for them, smile and nod then never see them again.

Suddenly his movements ceased right before they came into view. Was this fear he was feeling? Why couldn't he move all of a sudden? He wonders as he feels himself break out into a cold sweat. No, he was bigger than them. There was nothing for him to be afraid of, besides they couldn't hurt him here, not with Queen around.

As soon as he made that turn, he quickly heard a familiar voice call out to him, it was his blue Addison running right towards him.

"SPAMMY!! YOU CAME!! OH I'VE MISSED YOU SO MUCH!!" she cries out reaching toward Spamton to likely engulf him with a hug but he quickly snarls at her.

"Don't [$_#!*-&] touch me." He moved out of her way causing her to miss, almost falling over in the process as she regained her footing.

"But, Spam… I've missed you.." She wiped tears from her eyes but no pity was given to her by him.

"I've told you already, my name is Spamton!" He put on a scowl and glanced over to the Queen who was looking like she was watching some drama movie.

"HOW SAD!! HOW EMOTIONAL!!" she jeers from the sidelines, twirling around in her rocket-powered throne.

Blue stumbled back up to Spamton with a pleading look in her eyes but it was a surprise to Spamton when Pink spoke up first to Blue.

"Blue, don't try and hug the big guy, he has good reason to hate us hon. We have some apologizing to do." Pink had his arms folded tightly and had an intense staring match with the foor

Yellow was next to speak "Alright now, Spamton can we talk someplace a little-" He took a quick pause before speaking again.

"A little more private, this is serious and I.. no- we don't want an audience." Yellow glanced over to the twirling Queen.

Spamton was in shock, Pink was the one that brought up the apology first and Yellow called him by his rightful name?? He must be dreaming for sure. He quickly nods out of habit before realizing it.

The next thing he knew he was walking behind his former siblings as they brought him away from the entrance, and they opened the doors to the acid room Queen is so fond of.

"I guess this will have to do, alright so how do you want to do this Spamton? One by one or all together?" Yellow questioned, waiting for the still shocked white Addison to answer.

"Uhh- Ahem! Just get it over with, I don't have much free time to be wasted. So make it quick!" he shot back, a bit more snappy than he intended but it didn't bother him too much.

Pink put a hand on Yellow's shoulder before stepping further with his head pointed down to the floor still. "Alright, I'll do it Spamton. I'm the one that needs to apologize the most out of all of us."

Pink approached Spamton slowly in the most non-threatening demeanor he could muster up and knelt down to Spamton's height but still could not look him in the eyes.

"Listen, I'm sorry but more importantly we all are, we lost you as a family member but I also lost my best friend. I miss you [9@##!%]!" He pounds a fist on the floor before sighing deeply.

"Sorry, I just-.. Nothing is the same without you! We want you to come back or at least come hang out with us again, but we don't expect forgiveness whatsoever. This is all our fault after all.." Pink stood up and quickly turned back away from Spamton.

"Regardless of what we say, it's ultimately up to you. If you think we deserve your forgiveness," the yellow Addison spoke from beside Pink.

The next to speak was Orange, "You can of course choose to come home or stay here, we won't judge you for what you choose."

Spamton was overwhelmed with emotions, they- they actually apologized! He could feel tears beginning to form and fall like raindrops. He missed them just as much as they missed him! He felt overjoyed at this and for once didn't think about what Mike would say or think.

"Yes! Yes! Please, I want to go home! I forgive you! I forgive you!" he cries in euphoria and took a moment to wipe his eyes and expect joyful expressions but instead, they were all looking at him with sinister expressions. One he didn't recognize on any of them, even Pink.

Laughter broke out amongst the Addisons, cruel and heartless ones and Spamton could only watch in surprise, " Wh-What?? Guys?"

Pink turns and looks him dead in the eyes, "You really believed it! Why would we ever apologize to you brat!" He grabbed Spamton by the neck and hoisted him up with ease.

"Oi Blue! Have you barricaded the door yet?" Pink huffs while glancing behind Spamton.

"Already blocked off, he's not going anywhere!" she spoke so sweetly like she was talking about her day, Spamton struggles to understand why.. Why was she of all darkners betraying him!

"LET GO OF M3 YOU [DISGUSTING, VILE]-!" He was abruptly cut off as he was thrown roughly to the floor.

"Did we say you could speak to us vermin? I can't believe you actually thought we wanted to apologize! You're a nuisance to us, and we've been waiting a long time to do this!" Orange smiles happily like they were trying to make someone smile after a bad day.

Spamton cries as he is delivered a rough kick into his side by Pink, "But- why!"

"Alright you idiots let's just do this already, we've got far many better things to do, he's wasting our time." Yellow doesn't even look up from his watch to acknowledge his pain.

Pink grabbed him up once more and began to walk him in the direction of the acid pool and Spamton quickly realized their intentions and began to struggle desperately to escape.

"WAIT WAIT! PL3ASE STOP!! I-I'LL DO 4NYTHING YOU WANT!! I'LL GIVE YOU [Everything and Anything] YOU WANT!!! I'LL EVEN STOP EV3RYTHING!!" he began to beg, beg harder than he had before but Pink did not stop his death march.

The other Addison's gathered around with interest minus Yellow who couldn't even be bothered as Pink held him over the acid, glaring down as if he was a virus under his heel, then Blue stepped up to stand next to the pink Addison, ready to speak.

"We don't want anything from you glitch! We want you out of the picture for good! You were a pest to us the moment you joined our family. We have never considered you as one of us since the day you were created. You've ruined everything for us. Virus scum like you deserve to die," Blue spoke uncharastically coldly to him.

He felt his soul break inside him, they promised up and down that they would never call him such things, they promised they loved him, they said no matter what they would never call him a virus or a glitch, but nothing could compare to having Blue, the most understanding and caring of the Addisons say it with no remorse. It broke him inside but his code forced him to try and fight to survive.

"[NO]!! [N@]!!! PLE 4SE!! I D0-NT W 4#NT TO [DIE]!!!" he pleads, absolutely desperate as he tries to hold onto the pink Addison's arm as his so-called brother and family looked back at him and Pink spoke his final words.

"Ugh he's so annoying"

That was the last thing Spamton heard before being unceremoniously dropped into the acid. He could feel it burning, melting his fur and skin off, leaving white porcelain bone underneath. It hurt. Oh god, it burned…

"1 D 0N% W4NT T0 D#IE!!!!!$!" he screams as the acid enters his lungs muffling his cries as all he could see was the distasteful looks of disgust on the 'family' he once loved.

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Yellow He/Him Straight Ally Flag:
The Dad TM, Treats Spamton Like A Child, Has A Temper, Does Paperwork For Addison's, Office Job And Is More Business And Profit

Pink He/They Twink Flag:
Dickhead And Prankster, Gay Cousin Energy, Runs Jelwery, Shoe And Tea Stores, Gives Dating Advice, Despises Spamton But Used To Be Very Close

Orange They/Them Asexual and Bisexual Flag:
Absolute Sunshine, Cheesy Puns/Jokes, Runs Talior Shop And Likes To Model With Pink, Misses Spamton But Is Heavily Conflicted

Blue She/They Pansexual Flag:
Mom Of Group, Supportive And Nurturing, Makes Sure Everyone Is Safe And Healthy, Therapist, Runs A Pharmacy/Self Care Store

Spam He/Him Gay Flag:
Very Shy And Socially Anxious, Works Odd Jobs, Helps Others, Email Guy, Verbal Tick But Works Hard, Feels Like A Burden

Spamton He/Him Gay Flag:
Lives In The Trash, A Walking Addison Skeleton, Shrunk Slightly Due To The Acid, Lost His Mind, Verbal Ticks Much Worse, Can't Handle Cold

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Glitched screams tore through his throat as the next thing he knew was darkness. His ears rang relentlessly and he couldn't see anything.

It was so dark and cold, yet he could feel his skin burning off from the [Burning Acid] as he felt something hot and heavy on top of him, entangling him. Trapping him.

He kicked and thrashed as he screamed, trying to free himself of whatever was holding him down. A primal fear coursed through his code. He needed to escape. It only increased drastically as he heard footsteps rushing towards wherever he was. They were coming for him.

Spamton struggled to find solid ground, the floor kept giving way and bringing him down with each attempt to right or free himself. Suddenly the surface beneath him seemed to disappear as he fell harshly and head first onto the ground, unable to stop or brace himself as he tumbled.

The door slammed open, causing another wretched screech to force its way out of his voice box. His vision was blurred and darkness was constantly encompassing the edges of his sight. Threatening to overtake him at any second, but all he could see was blue, and all he could feel was rage and his ever-increasing terror. They were here to finish him off.

The blue being rushes to him to attack but he manages to free his hand. With feral precision, his sharp claws cut deeply into the blue being's face. To his luck they were quick to back off and hold their face in pain as an orange figure quickly ran to their side.

Spamton took this instance to try to escape. He could see a doorway, surely he could get out that way!

He quickly got himself freed from his entrapment, easier now that he was on the ground. He got on all fours and began to make a mad dash to the exit. He needs to [ Press Escape Key], to run, to hide!! But his freedom was ripped away as hands grabbed him and pulled him back.

No no, he was so close! He cried out in his warped mind as he quickly sunk his teeth into his attacker with a maice trap like force. He feels liquid seep into his mouth almost making him gag but he refuses to let go. Not when he was in danger. The orange one tries to pry him off of the blue one's upper arm but his hold would not give an inch. They would need a crowbar to pry him off of his target.

Suddenly the blue figure's arms moved to surround him and Spamton braced himself for another attack but it never came. Instead, their arms wrapped around him and held them close, not hitting him or beating him as he expected. Even though he was currently biting hard on the other, they didn't react with violence which in turn confuses him considerably.

They held onto him semi-tightly in what almost felt like a hug, and at this point, Spamton began to realize he wasn't in burning pain like he felt when he opened his eyes in this dark room- but that was impossible! He knew what he felt and it couldn't be gone that easily! The acid was hot and searing, but he was freezing cold. He couldn't understand what was happening.

Spamton's senses slowly began to return to him as the ringing of his ears was broken up by muddled voices that he could just barely make out his name.

"Spamton! Spamton can you hear me!"

A familiar voice cut through, barely audible, but he began to recognize the voice. They belonged to Blue, his sibling? Didn't she despise him? This was all so confusing to him.

"Spamton! Breathe!" the blue Addison cried out. He didn't even notice he was hyperventilating until she brought it up.

He released his biting jaw from Blue as he tried to calm himself down while also trying to understand the situation that he found himself in. It was all interrupted by Blue's words.

"It's okay, it was just a bad dream. It's ok Spamton…"

A bad [dream]?? A BAD [[DREAM]]?? His God [9@#%] life is a nightmare! Just like that, a flip switched inside him as he started to thrash and kick in his sibling's hold.

"L3T G0 L3T- L ET G0 7ET GO LET GO OF M3!!!!!!" he began to scream. His voice was heavily corrupted. Much to his surprise Blue released him gently back onto the floor.

He couldn't breathe, everything feels so wrong! Everything feels not enough yet too much at the same time. His ragged gasps rang loudly in his ears, but the two other Addison's in the room voices were muffled and muted to where he couldn't understand them anymore. In a craze he begins to writhe on the ground and pull harshly on his hair, digging his claws into himself. Trying to regain some semblance of control over himself.

Those voices began to sound worried and distressed, but he couldn't care as his grip on reality distorts. They faded into the background of his mind, being replaced by the feeling of those [6@%%36] strings covering his joints and straining and pulling on him. Forcing him to do things against his will.

Abruptly he was picked up again causing him to let out a glitched scream from the sudden contact as his hands were pried away from his forcefully head. He could feel himself being held down by one of them and another from behind wrapping some sort of material. His arms were pinned to his side, trapped beneath the fabric. He was trapped again! He needs to be free!

A soft song cuts through the haze causing him to pause. such a sweet melody but where could it be coming from? Someone was rocking him back and forth as well, running their hands through his messy hair.

A very strong scent invaded his nose, forcing him to pull his head back and cough madly. Glancing up he saw Blue taking away some container.

"H3Y! WH4T IN TH3 [World Wide Web] W4S- THAT!?!?" he snaps angrily at Blue for assaulting his poor nose.

Blue let out a sigh of pure relief, "Oh thank the Queen! You're alright!" She lets herself relax. "You were having a pretty bad panic attack so I ran and got my smelling salts to help" She shows him the now shut smelling salts.

Spamton groans and looks around, quickly noticing that he was swaddled in a blanket and being held by Orange.

"HE3Y! UH- WHY 4M I WR4PPED LIK3 4 [Sushi Roll]?? CAN YA [Let It Go]!?!" Spamton remarks, annoyedly and also rather embarrassed.

"Oh yes of course!" Blue gave a nod to Orange before they continued. "You were hurting yourself so it was the best thing we could think of," she says sheepishly.

As soon as the wrap was undone by Orange he fell from the sheets plopping onto his chest, cushioned by the plush carpet. With a grunt he turns his head to give a look that makes them back off some so he can stand up. Once he rights himself up he stretches out his finally freed limbs but turns his attention back to the [2.99] Addisons before him.

"ALRIGHT C4N [Somebody Once Told Me] WH4T THE [%#÷&]!?!? HAPPENED??" Placing his hands upon his hips he stares down the [2.99] accusingly.

Blue looks ready to speak but Orange cuts in to answer him. "Blue heard ya screaming and we both came running and ya were freeeeaking out Spamton. You were like, totally out of it.. We thought we got you back at one point but then ya started to hurt yourself and I had to wrap you like a misbehaving tasque, ehehe sorry bout that bud."

"YEAH TH4T HAP9ENS [Come Back For More]," he admits rather unfazed. He's usually having [1.99] every other night but never had anyone around one before, he just [DEALS] with it himself.

Something clicks in his code as he finally registered the long marks down Blue's face and her bleeding arm, blowing his eyes wide open. "[FIFTY PERCENT OFF]!! [Injury Detected:]!! [Blueberry Pie] D1D- DID 1- 0H [$#!%]!?!" he forces himself backwards out of the comfort of her arms.

"N0 NO N0!!! [[im sorry! please it was an accident!!]] [Press F1 For Help]!!! [F1]!!!" On command a tiny [Angel] version of himself appears and flies down to gingerly pat Blue on the head. It heals her injuries but not perfectly, just enough so it stops bleeding and clears up a little. It's not enough.

Blue on the other hand seems amazed by this display of magic but her awe at the moment was disrupted by him grabbing her pants desperately.

"[[im sorry! im so so sorry!!!]] IT W4S JU5T 4 [Mistakes Have Consequences] 1- I DIDNT [Want New Subscription] [[im begging you!]] D0NT [Throw Out The Trash] ILL B3 G00D!!!"

A finger was brought to his lips, effectively shushing him. "Hey hey Spamton, sweetheart, it's all alright dear. I know you didn't mean it." Blue soothes him. "I'd never throw you out, I knew the risks of approaching and holding you, especially when you were freaking out that badly"

"BUT- 8UT [Y]?!!?" he starts to whimper out but is softly hushed again by his older sibling.

"No buts! And Spamton, tell me dear, when did you learn to heal? I'm so proud of you! You learned healing magic!"

"Yeah! Outta everyone I'd bet on Blue getting the healing magic! You're so lucky, Spamton!" Orange joins in on the praise.

"I- UHH??" Spamton was at a loss for words as he came down from almost the third breakdown in only an hour. He hurt Blue, but she's congratulating him for healing magic? He's just glad he isn't being tossed out the window.

"Spamton, now why did you think we'd be mad? Accidents happen but I feel like this stems from something else." Blue gently asks him, with a concerned look across her soft features.

"MY [Nightmare On Elms Street] H4S MY [Head] FUZZY" He partially tells the truth as he reaches a hand up to his head.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"NO!!!!!!" His voice rises on instinct but he quickly backpettles seeing her wince at his loudness. "1- ME4N [No Means No]!!! SORRY!!!"

Blue gives a quick glance to the orange Addison next to her, "Alright that's perfectly fine Spamton you don't have to say anything but just know, it was all a dream and what ever happened in it, your valid for your fear but know that it was all a dream," she offers in comfort reaching out to bring a hand to his cold porcelain cheek.

"Hey sorry but please don't mind me cutting in here!" Orange suddenly interjects, getting the two's attention. "Okay I'm so sorry for interrupting this emotional moment but Spamton, the state of your clothes are KILLING me!" Orange finally snaps.

Still recovering from his mild freak out, Spamton stares blankly at the other in a mix of disbelief and confusion.

"Orange!! Where are your manners!?!?" Blue gasps lightly hitting Orange's shoulder in reprimand but the other gives a light laugh in response.

"Bluuue I'm a tailor! It pains me to see clothes in such disarray! I can't help it! No offense Spamton-" They motion to the ratty clothes Spamton wears.

Spamton looks away shamefully from the [2.99] Addisons, looking at his own raggedy clothes, he wore his absolute best clothes and fixed them up the best he could. He's even wearing pants! He sadly lost his original pair in the acid.

Orange, seeing Spamton's expression change, places a gentle hand on his head causing him to look up.

"Let's get you some new clothes buddy! I'm sure we have some of your old clothes around here somewheeere," they trail off with their gaze drifting off somewhere. Orange's expression lights up. "Aha! Blue, do you still have the key to his ol' room? I'm sure he's got some clothes still in there!"

Spamton watches as the blue Addison walks over to her desk and opening one of the drawers pulling out a familiar looking silver key.

"Got it!" she exclaims, tossing it over to an unprepared Orange.

Orange shouts in surprise fumbling with it but eventually manages to get a hold on it.

"Alright come along with me!" They open the door and wait for Spamton and by extension, Blue to follow along.

Spamton sighs and chooses to follow Orange to see his old room. Afraid of what it looks like now. Was it barren? Or even destroyed. Or the worst possibility, perfectly untouched.

"I hope you don't mind if your room's a tad dusty!" Orange chimes in after stopping at the door and putting in the key and unlocking the door.

Spamton braced himself to see his old room as Orange opened the door. Scared to see it he shut his eyes for a moment.

Opening his eyes he saw it, his white walled and floored room looking exactly the same as before he left, his bed still a mess and even the pillow he threw across the room lay dormant and unchanged. Other than the dust now coating the room it was as if he never left.

The Addisons always liked to color code everything that belonged to them. Especially their rooms, like Blue having all shades of blue in hers, but he always hated his room. It made him feel like he was in a hospital, so he always stole things from his former siblings rooms to decorate his own such as a blue pillow, pink fluffy rug, orange drapes, and even a yellow lamp
Tears began to prick his multicolored eyes underneath his glasses as he walked in until Orange ruffled his hair fondly

"Alright! Project: Get Spamton some new threads is a gooo!'' they cheer out with their fists in the air.

Spamton slowly walks to his previous closet and opens it to take a small peek. Inside were his former work uniforms that matched the Addisons and a few other suits and outfits.

He reaches out to grab a pristine white turtle neck but hesitates and pulls his hand back, he doesn't want to cover it with his [FILTH]. Thankfully his attention was brought back to Orange who excitedly wandered up to Spamton.

"Oo oo! Can I pick your clothes out please please!" Orange begs to him like a child wanting candy.

Spamton nearly snorts at Orange's antics, mildly amused by it. Classic Orange wanting to pick out clothes for every occasion for the family.

"Orange, give him some space would you please? He hasn't been in here for awhile so let him choose his own clothes." she says in a huff, pulling Orange away from Spamton.

"Fine, fine!" Orange looks down with a sad look, but it doesn't last long as they jump back up thinking about something new and chattering to Blue about it.

Tuning the others out, Spamton pulls over his trusty step stool to reach up to grab one of his old purple pajamas and pull them off the hanger, wincing as his porcelain hands make contact with the soft material. It felt like [HEAVEN] compared to what he wore now.

"Hey Spamton, can you actually c'mere for a sec?" Orange calls out to him from across the room.

"YE4H WH4T DO U [Want To Buy??] [Fanta]!?!?" Spamton says as he walks back over to the [2.99] other Addisons and stops in front of the orange Addison who kneels in front of him.

"Spamton I love you but, you really need a bath"

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"Spamton I love you but, you really need a bath"

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Orange looks down at the small Addison as Spamton looks at himself with an expression of shame. That won’t do at all, Orange decides and gently lays a hand on his shoulder wincing internally at the state of the smaller's clothes, they really needed to fix that soon.

"Hey now! I didn't mean like that man, I just think a bath would be great is all! In the bath, I can clean the clothes that you had to go through the snow with. If you're gonna stay here you deserve to get some clean clothes!" They put a wide smile on their face to reassure Spamton who in turn didn't look up to meet their eyes.

"I-1 KNOW, IM [FILTH] U D0NT GOTT4 [Sugar Spice And Everything Nice!!] 1T [Orange Juice]!!" Spamton let out in shame, pushing off Orange’s hand.

Orange gave Spamton a worried look, it sounded more like Spamton actually was referring to himself as filth and not simply 'filthy' and that is not at all what they intended.

They look over to their other sibling and give her a pleading look to try and help them with this. Blue was always good at keeping the situation at hand, handled hah. 

“Spamton, doesn't a bath sound good? I mean it won’t be cold due to Orange’s fire. Nice and warm in this cold house, I myself would be jealous.” Thankfully Blue is one step ahead of Orange and exchanges a few glances with the smaller Addison. 

“[AFFIRMATIVE],” Spamton huffs, much to Orange’s delight to which they stand back up folding the clothes that rest on their arms. 

“Hey Blue can you go ahead and fill the tub with your magic watery powers, I’ll get Spamton ready! His old bathrobe should be in his dresser somewhere…” they trail off in thought, each of the Addisons had their own robes. Their own being a satin orange one naturally, Pink having a hot pink faux fur one that was far too fancy for their own taste it reached the floor for the Queen's sake! Blue had their dark navy blue silk one and Yellow had a yellow and black one commissioned from a high-end fashion designer which they were very frustrated about, lastly was Spamton who had a fluffy snow white one that he could easily hide in. 

“I [Would You Rather?] H4VE [Blueberry] 4$$IST ME INST34D!” 

Their thoughts are stopped by Spamton to which they reply, “Ah that's fine! I’ll get the proper products and towels ready then! Give me a call when you are ready!” They didn’t mind Blue helping the white Addison at all, Blue always got along with Spamton better than themself. She is like a mother to the rest of their family of Addisons just like Yellow is almost like a dad to them despite Blue being younger than the rest of them. 

With that thought they give a last smile to the smaller Addison in the room and go to leave the room, opening and closing the door quietly behind them to give the two privacy. Now they have to get to the bathroom and thank the motherboard there are two bathrooms in this house. The one downstairs is lovingly called the guest bathroom despite guests being few and far between. The main bathroom is between Pink and Blue’s rooms. Pink is in the bathroom so much that Pink and themself actually switched rooms a long time back despite it being only one room closer to the bathroom since their rooms used to be in age order.

Orange quietly walks up to the bathroom and puts their ear up to the door since they would be able to hear if Pink was in there using the mirror to doll himself up but silence was all they get back and opening that door confirms the absence of a pink Addison. 

Walking inside onto the cold tiles and closing the door behind them, they take a second glance and approach the stock of soaps and shampoos that reside in a basket next to the alcove bathtub that sits against the wall. Peeking inside the basket they find fellow Addison’s products, but none that were guest ones. To avoid going downstairs they pick out their own specific products and hope Spamton wouldn’t mind smelling like mangos.

Next was to get one or two towels for him, opening the cabinet that holds the towels revealed that it was empty other than a few washcloths. Since washing and drying towels in the middle of a massive outage was harder said than done there was only one other place to get towels, the guest bathroom. 

“Darn it seems like I’ll have to go downstairs after all,” they huff in annoyance knowing that they would have to face the maw that awaited down the stairs causing a stray thought to end up in their code about making Blue handle it due to how much they hate conflict or being dragged into it. 

Steeling themselves they decided to face the others downstairs, they said that they would work hard for his sake and if Blue comes down with those scratches, well it wouldn't end well for the smaller. 

After putting the essential products on the side of the combination bathtub and putting down the folded clothes onto a small stool that sat next to the sink they are ready as they ever could be to head down so they turn back to the bathroom door to open the door and make their way out of the bathroom. After the door was shut behind them they glance towards Spamtons old bedroom wondering if they should alert them of their plight. Deciding it would likely be only a few moments before they would be back, they face the stairs.

 Now walking down the stairs they look over the rails to see the two enemy Addisons looking back at them. This gave Orange an idea, “how’s the weather down here folks?” They joke hoping to get a positive reaction but in return they receive glares from the two. 

“Ehehe tough crowds these days,” they say mainly to themselves reaching the bottom of the stairs. 

“What do you want Orange, I know you wouldn’t come down here unless you had a serious mission,” the pink-colored Addison hisses making Orange want to run back upstairs, this really isn’t their strong suit.

“Oh it’s just grabbing some towels is all. I noticed we were out upstairs.” Orange motions a thumb pointing at the guest bathroom to further their point. 

“Why do you need it, if I were to guess it would be because somebody is taking a bath then? Spamton if my theory is correct,” Pink pauses before continuing, “don’t let him touch any of my stuff or I will delete him. For once I agree with something you morons are doing with him. I touched him earlier and now my hands feel greasy, It's foul.”

They wince at the harshness but spoke up, “hey now, it’s not that bad, you're just a clean freak Mr. ‘I spend 2 hours getting ready for work’ each day” they snort a little at their own joke.

 A tense silence follows their joke again.

“Oh come on, that was a decent one! You two always have no sense of good humor!” they say, beginning to walk to the guest bathroom, the two other Addisons following with their eyes.

“Well it wasn’t that good of a joke,” Pink scoffs with mock offense.

Opening the door to the bathroom as it creaks they turn back to look at Pink. “Yeah yeah, you always say that when I joke about your habits, you laugh when I do it to anyone else.” 

Pink rolls his eyes in response, “Well duh it's much more fun when I can laugh at someone else's expense than my own.”

 Abruptly Yellow winces in what appears to be pain as he puts a hand to his cheek where a noticeable bruise had formed on the yellow-furred Addison's skin.

Orange watches as Pink quickly picks up a gel pack that was originally obscured from their view and casts their ice magic onto the pack making it near frozen. He then gingerly moves Yellow's hand who was still showing signs of pain and places the soft pack onto his cheek, presumably to ease his pain. 

Guilt drips down into their code from seeing their eldest brother in pain. Orange had no idea that Blue could pack a punch this big. Maybe they could’ve prevented this if they stood up for Spamton quicker.

Feeling the tension rise again they hurriedly grab a towel off a nearby rack and proceed to leave the bathroom before the others had a chance to speak they walk past the couch and to the stairs and thankfully it was without interruption as they walk up the stairs.

Reaching the top they let out a sigh of relief, glad to have gotten out of the living room with their code intact. They look towards the bathroom and noticed the light was on meaning the other two Addisons were inside. 

Approaching the room they lightly knock and speak up, “hey it's me, Orange, I had to grab some towels from downstairs can I come in?”

“Yes come on in! We just got in and Spamton has his robe on!” was answered from inside the room by Blue.

After hearing the confirmation they wanted they open the door seeing the two inside Spamton in their white fluffy robe, oddly seeming a bit oversized but they don't bring it up. 

Putting the towels down on the tile floor they caught Blue’s eyes.

She looks at them, “I’m ready to fill up the tub, are you ready to heat it up?” she asks with her hands rubbing together as if she was warming them up.

“Ready if you are!” they cheer with a smirk copying the other's hand movements while facing her.

Blue’s hands open up creating a small bubble that grows larger as she extends her hands apart from each other while water begins to pool in the bottom of the bubble. 

Orange suddenly remembers to flick the tub's lever so that the water wouldn't just go down the drain and proceeds to take a few steps toward the tub reaching under the faucet to flick the lever and giving Blue a thumbs up. 

She sends the bubble into the tub after there was quite a lot of water built up in the bottom of the bubble, to which it opens and begins to flow water down into the tub slowly filling it as the bubble doesn't seem to drain. 

Blue’s face changes into one of concentration and Orange watches as the flow greatly increases and eventually the bubble drains as the tub becomes full signaling Orange’s turn.

They let out a deep breath of air as they plunge their hands into the room temperature water sending magic into their hands causing them to rapidly heat up and additionally heat up the water in the tub.

Once the water reaches a temperature they decide was hot enough for Spamton knowing he always hated the cold and loved hot baths, they stand up straight taking their hands out of the tub and dissipating their magic as well.

“Alright! It’s all yours bud! All nice and warm for you!” they announce to the white Addison but they quickly notice nervousness displayed on the smaller's face.
It must be because they are still in the room, Orange thinks.

“Yeah, I’ll go ahead and give you some privacy let me know if you need me for anything!” They go ahead and quickly make their leave, shutting the door behind themself without much fanfare. 

Taking a moment they rest against the door, glancing at their hands. They hadn’t used that much magic in a good while so they feel exhaustion seep into their code and they could guess that Blue feels the same. After all, using these elemental magics is hard for the Addisons since it isn't a natural power most of the Addisons had and it is usually considered to be a special attack. That's the reason Yellow hasn’t used his electricity to restore power to the house. He can only charge small things like a phone battery or on a good day charge a coffee maker long enough to make coffee but it’s more convenient to have themself and Blue work together to make coffee and Pink if he actually kept up with it could keep the refrigerator and freezer cold by adding ice cubes into the devices. 

The next thing on the list for Orange is to obtain Spamton’s old clothes that 
desperately need cleaning and patching up or in other words their magic touch. 

Pushing themself off the door with a grunt they head down the hallway to reach Spamtons old room and go on into the dusty room. If Blue is really insistent on Spamton moving back in she better get a duster soon because there is almost an inch of dust just on the floor. Orange has a full body shiver when really taking in the amount of dust. 

Looking around they spot the heap of clothes they came in here for. Reaching for it they stop and notice the condition of the apparel. Stained and covered in rips, tears, and ruined stitching, it was dreadful. If Orange was less sound of mind they would have just tossed them but instead, they grit their teeth and begrudgingly pick the sweater jacket and pants but they notice something strange about them. The pants have much less wear and tear than the rest. 

Spamton never had been a slob nor uncaring about his appearance so this was abhorrent there was no way Spamton would willingly wear these. Absent-mindedly they look inside the ruined sweater to check for a tailor's signature, something often done here in the Cyber world they lived in. 

What they find almost causes orange to drop the clothes, inside the sweater they find their very own signature on the tag, is these the same clothes he wore when he lived with them Orange wonders. Pink’s explanation creeps about Spamton coming here to trick them into pity into their mind but they shake it out, maybe Spamton just wants to look familiar to the others like a stray Tasque being welcomed by a mother Tasque because it smells like its own. 

Orange seeing these clothes in a new light feels a new determination to repair them for nostalgia's sake, after all, they have fixed much worse before. Walking out of the room they realize to wash it they need water and soap but that’s currently being used by Spamton and Blue is likely too tired to whip up another batch of water so soon and he can’t heat up more water at the moment anyway. So just sewing the clothes will have to be done for now.

Regardless they decide to go and repair the clothes and rest in their room which they end up doing, walking right in since they didn't end up shutting it earlier in the rush to console Spamton from his nightmare but they go ahead and leave it open to keep an ear out in case something like that happens again, it worried the orange Addison. When did this start happening and how did he manage to scratch Blue’s face so deeply? Something isn’t adding up, they just know it. It is as if a stitch was out of place. All they have to do is just find out where it is, but they can't focus on that right now. They have a job to do after all.

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“Ah, that's fine! I’ll get the proper products and towels ready then! Give me a call when you are ready!”

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Spamton watches Orange leave rather abruptly feeling a little guilty but Blue redirects his attention to her.

“Spamton, dear you are not filth. I know you meant that, you're my sweet little brother who has had a really hard time and is cursed with bad luck.” She leans down to card her hand through his messy hair.

This sets him off as he snaps at his sister, “LIST3N [Blueberry]!!! JUST L0OK AT ME F0R  [7^@%S] S4KE! I L1VE IN THE [Dumpster]!!!! I’M [Virtual Reality Goggles For Sale!] COVERED IN [Filth], 1 DONT 3VEN WANT T0 KN0W HOW MUCH G4RBAG3 IS 1N MY [Puppet Body]!!!!”

A jolt is sent through his body as Blue grabs his shoulder rather gently. Making eye contact she says in a soft tone to him, “Spamton, don’t think like that. I know if I was in the same position as you are, you wouldn’t think I was trash so the same applies to you. You are an Addison no matter what you or anyone says.”

“I DONT EV3N L0OK L1KE AN ADDI5ON 4NYMORE!!!!” he grumbles at her words. Blue just doesn’t understand how wrong she really is. It’s totally different if she was the one in his position. She never had any glitches or problems getting sales. She never had to- [D4##!^]!!!! It’s not fair to compare them when they're so much better than him.

His cheeks feel warm hands cup around them tenderly as his eyes are raised to meet hers. “You're still an Addison to me my dear little brother.” Her arms wrap around his small frame in a soft embrace.

“Now let's go get your robe on alright? I’ll get it for you, go ahead and get out of your clothes.” She releases him from her grasp to get his robe from the nearby closet. 

Spamton hesitates to change out of his clothes not because he is afraid of being [DECLOTHED] but instead due to his body’s appearance and prays to [HEAVEN] that her reaction won't be too bad as he removes his shirt and jacket followed by his pants. He can't help but feel disgusted at his puppet-like body.

Hearing a gasp from behind him he turns to see the blue Addison covering her mouth in shock with an absolutely horrified expression, his robe abandoned on the ground in front of her.

Not waiting for their response he sighs deeply knowing what's coming and walks over to his bathrobe.

“Spamton…I-” she begins to say until she is interrupted.

 “Y3AH YEAH I 4m AWAR3 OF MY [Change ur Appearance!!]!!! U C4N [stop] GAWK1NG!!!!!” he hisses, bitterness evident in his voice even if he didn’t mean it. 

Ignoring her wince, he pushes his arms through his old robe and ties the rope loosely around his small and thin frame in hopes of making himself look just a little bigger.

“Forgive me, I didn’t mean to stare, it was just.. Very hard to take in.” Blue’s eyes drift away from him to stare at anything but him.

“U G3T U5ED T0 IT!!!” He can't help but feel a sense of defeat from those words he utters. He doubts he could ever get his fur back anyway. Perhaps if he became a big shot again he could have the money to repair himself but the chances of that, especially without MIKE’S help, would be slim to none. 

“I don’t think I could ever get used to it. Tell me, does it hurt Spamton?” Her words contained a sense of hope that he would, unfortunately, crush.

“YE4H [it hurts! please help me!!] S0MET1MES…” he trails off feeling static beginning to creep into the sides of his vision subtly but to distract himself from the upcoming void he gets back to the task at hand.

“W3 SH0U7D G0 TO TH3 [Bathroom], [Fanta] MIGHT B3 [Waiting for-] US!!"

“Ah, yes of course I almost forgot..” she makes an awkward laughing sound before her eyes rest upon him once more and she continues, “but first I just want to say, you look adorable in that robe!”

He nearly jumps back upon hearing that, “WH-WH4T!?!? [Stop The Presses]!!” Surely he heard wrong.

“Oh, I can't help it! It's even bigger on you now, you look like a tasque wrapped in a little blanket!” she muses with a soft smile.

“[Fake News]!!!” He feels an embarrassed flush come to his cheeks, as well as a heavy frown. He almost starts to pretend to be angry but he realizes this conversation has nostalgia written all over it which causes a fond feeling to emerge instead. 

“Alright alright let's go and meet Orange in the bathroom yeah?” 

“[Affirmative]”

With that, they both leave the room with the blue Addison leading him along. Stopping at the bathroom, Blue knocks asking for Orange. “Hey, we’re ready!”

The both of them heard no response and the two share a glance he shrugs giving Blue the go-ahead to open the door to the bathroom confirming that Orange wasn’t inside. Regardless they enter the room and are able to notice the orange products out on the floor and the clothes Orange had picked out resting on a small stool. Spamton notes he might need that for later.

“I wonder where they went, looks like they’ve been in here at least,” she says, investigating the mango-scented products.

“Hope you don't mind smelling like mangos” Blue teases him while she looks over the others in the basket.

“I D1DNT THINK U STI7L HAD MIN3 ANYW4Y!!” he glances over the basket himself seeing bluebell, lemongrass, and bubblegum but seeing no lavender. He inwardly cringes at Pink’s tacky bubblegum-scented shampoo and conditioner and he would’ve rather chosen Blue’s but he won’t take Orange’s [Genorisity] for granted.

A knock on the door startles him as Orange’s voice comes through the door, “hey it's me, Orange, I had to grab some towels from downstairs can I come in?”

“Yes come on in! We just got in and Spamton has his robe on!” Blue answers the other Addison who came in moments after, placing towels on the floor.

Blue catching Orange’s attention smiles “I’m ready to fill up the tub, are you ready to heat it up?” she asks them with her hands rubbing together as if she was warming them up.

Orange’s face lights up in response “Ready if you are!” they cheer with a smirk copying Blue’s hand movements.

Spamton watches the interaction of the two with curiosity, it wasn’t often he got to see the both of them use their powers simultaneously, he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t excited to watch them. His abilities are boring compared to his ex-family.

As Blue begins to amass water in a large bubble above the tub, Orange flicks the tub’s lever to prevent the water from going down the drain. He watches as Blue then fills the tub with water followed by Orange who uses their hands to heat up with water directly although taking much longer to accomplish than hers.

Spamton begins to see steam emit from the water hinting at how hot it must be. His previous excitement dies down as his mind unhelpfully makes a comparison to the acid which sends nausea straight to his stomach. He had a feeling something like this would happen but he supposes he forgot to mention it, Spamton clenches his fist to avoid hitting himself in the head for being so stupid.

“Alright! It’s all yours bud! All nice and warm for you!” Orange calls out turning to look at him but pausing for a moment then speaking again.

“Yeah, I’ll go ahead and give you some privacy let me know if you need me for anything!” Orange rather quickly leaves the room shutting the door behind them.

A silence befalls the two remaining Addisons as if waiting for the other to speak first, Blue leading the charge with worry in her eyes speaks to him, “are you going to be alright on your own Spamton?”

“IM N0T 4 [Kids Show] I DONT N33D TO B3 [Baby toys]!!!!” he says, ignoring what Blue actually meant.

What he said only seems to fuel her worry, “Spamton that's not what I meant honey, I’m worried about- it’s the, you know!” She seems to struggle for the right word until he finally gives in.

“THE [BURNING ACID]???? 1ll BE [im not okay]!! I JU5T NEED TO W4IT UNTIL 1T [Cool Dude] DOWN!!!” He wonders if that will even be enough so he takes a second to check the temperature of the water but quickly retracts his hand far away from the burning liquid, wincing at the feeling of it remaining on his finger for a few seconds.

Unfortunately Blue looks even less convinced but regardless he continues, “ILL G1VE U A [RING RING] IF 1 N33D U [Blueberry] I PR0MISE”

“Then I promise to come running, I’ll be right next door.” She finally relaxes much to his relief.

Getting an idea he grins a wide smile, “ TH0UGH I AM AN [18+] I ST7L NEED TH3 ST00L!!!” he jokes playfully in an attempt to lighten the mood. 

“Alright alright,” she giggles while she moves his folded clothes off the stool to put them in front of the tub.

“And are you sure you will be ok?” Blue says as a yawn overcomes her.

“[Blueberry] IM F1NE ST0P BE1NG 4 W0RRY W4RT!!” he insists though a voice in his head informs him he won’t be, but he shoves that thought away for a later Spamton to deal with but, he also notes how exhausted they look.

“I’ll leave you to your bath then Spamton, I’ll be just next door.” Blue leans down to ruffle his mess of hair much to his displeasure, but with a final glance back at him she leaves the bathroom leaving him alone.

After a few seconds he sits down on the tile floor now being only him and his thoughts, but now what will he do? He supposes he should wait for a good [5.99] or [10.99] minutes before he checks the water again so he lets the mind-numbing static overtake his thoughts to let time pass by quicker.

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After what Spamton could only guess as 30 minutes based on his occasional checking of the water temperature, he finally decides that it has cooled down enough to be submerged within for long enough to get clean.

He stands up from his previous sitting position next to the tub giving a small stretch that causes his joints to pop satisfactorily and picks up the soap and other products he needs then he gets onto the stool to reach the high-raised tub and places the products onto the side of the tub and takes off his robe, nonchalantly tossing it onto the floor but taking off his glasses more carefully and stepping down the stool to place them on the floor. 

After getting back on the stool he does one final check he puts his hand into the tub and since he doesn’t feel the familiar burning sensation he can climb himself over the wall to rather ungracefully fall into the tub. He braces for what he expects to be burning but he calls himself lucky when it doesn’t. 

He reaches for the soaps on the side and pops open the lid only to be assaulted with mango. He has to pull back to get away from the overwhelming scent before he gets overwhelmed. Despite this he finds himself enjoying the smell feeling a sense of nostalgia from it and he quickly grows used enough with the fragrance to use it.

He pours a large amount onto his jointed hands and begins to use the excess amounts to clean himself and the amount of dirt that comes off is shocking to him. He thought he was rather clean but the pure white porcelain underneath is a stark difference between the places he has and hasn’t washed yet. 

He begins to wash himself more vigorously uncovering more and more pure white bone, making the water turn murkier and murkier with a slight shimmer on top from the oil he often finds himself around. Absent-mindedly he notices that his porcelain bone has become more reflective now. Hiding that he doesn’t have skin might be harder now, unfortunately, but he continues to scrub down his body.

After some time of cleaning, Spamton begins to feel a weird tingle start to grow from his body. He was able to ignore it at first but it grows to the point where it is starting to feel like he was burning. It is burning him! He needs to get out immediately before the burning liquid hurts him anymore! 

Turning to escape he finds the tub’s walls too tall and slippery from the soap. His mind begins to race for a solution to get himself out but a memory resurfaces and he remembers Blue is right next door he can just call them to help.

“[87U3#83RRY]!!!” his voice heavily corrupted as he tries to call out for his sister so he tries again after clearing his throat.

“[BlueBell]!?!” He tries but with no luck so he continues calling their name with more desperation this time.

“[Blue Sky] [Dark Blue] [Blue Green] Blu3!!????!!” Spamton quickly assumes that Blue is ignoring him and has lied to him, but the fact remains that he needs to get out, the burning is getting worse.

“[help m3! anyone please it burns! h3lp please!]!!” he calls out for anyone to hear as he thrashes in the bath trying to get out himself but he is still small. At this point [H377], he’d even take [Bubble Gum] if it means he can get out! He needs to get out now!”

The door slams open rather loudly startling the already freaking out Spamton and Orange could be seen in the entrance looking quite winded 

“Spamton!!” they shout in alarm as they rush in to see what’s going on.

“Spamton are you alright?? What's wrong?? What is happening??”

 Orange floods him with questions but the only words he can force out is, “ I T  B U R N S”

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Hey guys! I'm sorry to leave you guys waiting for so long! But I have semi good news. First let me explain my absence, college is hard and I couldn't just breeze through it anymore with my constant work schedule and it didn't help that my hyperfixations changed as I ran out of material being generated by others to keep me engaged. With that though, the good news is that Deltarunes next chapters will be coming out in June which means I will be returning as well as I would have graduated by then and I will have free time once more to devote to writing. I think about this fic a lot and I have not given up on it. It might take awhile to get my writing style back up to snuff but I think you guys will enjoy what I have in store! But for now, please wait a little longer for the return of [Weather Alert: Heavy Snow]!

And thank you for reading and sticking around!

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Orange floods him with questions but the only words he can force out is, “ I T  B U R N S”

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Orange had been in their room sewing a small project for a customer in their downtime with the door wide open when they heard a terrified voice crying out causing them to prick themselves with the needle.

Wincing softly Orange sat very still, it was very clearly Spamton's voice but the tone was off in a way that they never could imagine, it caused a shiver to go down their code. 

“[help m3! anyone please it burns! h3lp please!]!!”

They were on their feet in seconds, the project forgotten as it dropped onto the floor behind Orange as they rushed out their bedroom door and within five long strides they slammed open the bathroom door, not even caring about the loud sound of the door hitting the wall.

Breathing heavily, mostly from adrenaline and panic they called out to the darkner inside from the doorway. “Spamton!!” 

The darkner in question was thrashing in the tub with eyes full of static and his body was glitching slightly and without wasting a beat Orange rushed inside upon seeing his state.

“Spamton are you alright?? What's wrong?? What is happening??” Caught up in the moment of concern they began to rapid fire questions to the smaller Addison.

In return the darkner cried out in pain and terror, “I T  B U R N S”.

Orange without a second thought knew what they needed to do, and without further questions reached into the tub and once their arms were wrapped securely around the smaller. With a pull they managed to retrieve their worryingly light brother. Yet once out of water, they felt something was horribly wrong. So much so that even their eyes opened revealing their pink and blue irises. 

Spamton's body was hard and smooth, nothing like how an Addison should feel, what-? What was this?

They stole a glance at Spamton's body and a wave of nausea hit them hard, enough to almost make them keel over.

Spamton, his body- it was? It was pure bone, they could even see the joints that made up an Addison's skeleton. 

Orange felt the rims of their vision starting to become fuzzy as their eyes began to tunnel on Spamton's frail body, they felt light headed and dizzy.

Spamton let out wheezing and pained cries as he began to shake more violently in Orange's arms and that sudden movement  managed to snap them out of their temporary daze that lasted mere seconds.

You need to focus, this isn't the time for this, you can worry about it later! Spamton needs your help! Their thoughts echoed in their head.

Orange shut their eyes again and shook their head rapidly to get back in the moment before taking a quick look around at the floor for the towels they had placed down earlier. 

Shifting Spamton to their one arm, much to the younger Addison's displeasure-, they managed to grab a towel after carefully bending down and once it was in their hands they wrapped him in the soft plush fabric in hopes that it would bring them some semblance of comfort.

“[[BURNS!!]] [The Burning Acid]!!” Spamton's voice choked out in a hoarse and painful sounding crackle. His jaw remained open in a constant state of abject horror, not even moving to match the words coming out of it.

Orange sat down against the wall and decidedly began to try and rock their younger brother back and forth again and even humming the same song from when Spamton had his nightmare. Thankfully it seemed like whatever kind of attack he seemed to be having it didn’t seem to be outwardly violent. 

“Shh, shh.. It's okay little buddy, you are safe now with me. Come on, you need to snap out of it.” Orange tried in a soothing voice but they could admit, Blue was better at this than they were and speaking of, where even was she? How didn't they get here first, her room was closer to the bathroom. 

It didn’t matter right now, what mattered right now was Spamton. Man, if only they had some smelling salts but that trick wasn't available right now.

Instead Orange ran their hand through Spamton's wet hair, though they momentarily noticed that the roots of his hair were white again. At least it wasn’t terribly greasy like it was before.

Orange felt overwhelmed in all honesty, but simply held their little brother closer. What has little Spamton been through? Wait- his words started to click with them finally.

He mentioned burning acid? The Queen's mansion where Spamton lived had an indoor acid pool and he was missing his feathers and again, Spamton was a literal skeleton now. Only extreme injury usually caused Severe burns can cause an Addison's bones to be revealed but, in most cases they are able to make a full recovery. However for one to lose all of their feathery fur is almost unheard of, only a few cases have ever been recorded and the majority of them didn't survive due to the pure agony of burning alive. 

So with that information, Orange finally came to the conclusion that Spamton had somehow fallen into the battery acid in the mansion. They didn't like the implications of that, not one bit, but they had a sneaking suspicion that it possibly contributed to how bad his vocal tics had become and how it kind of sounded off and stranger than it used to be.

This revelation honestly explained some things, yet how it took this long to notice the state of their younger brother was unacceptable. Did Blue figure it out already? Orange didn't know, but they knew they had to protect Spamton. Maybe if the others knew they would surely understand that he had to stay here. 

As Spamton's whimpers died down leaving him in a catatonic state, his eyes still in that static form as Orange continued to try and soothe the little Addison. Their gaze glanced at the tub and the water on the floor with a sigh, they'd come back and take care of it later. Spamton came first, and they needed to get him somewhere safe, maybe that would help.

Carefully standing back up, being careful not to stir the smaller they made sure Spamton was hidden by the towel they turned to the open door of the bathroom, peeking out to ensure no one was approaching. Seeing no one they exited the bathroom and shut the door. They considered heading immediately to their room but seeing Blue's door ajar they were curious regarding if they were ok so they made quiet steps in the direction of her room, glancing inside her dark room.

The blue Addison was sitting at their desk with their arms folded on the surface with their head down, the slow rise and fall of her chest gave away that she was asleep. 

Orange almost went inside to wake her but steps could be heard coming up the stairs and knowing that a confrontation was not what Spamton needed right now they pulled back into the hallway and with hurried steps forward they entered their room and closed the door quietly behind them.

Glancing around their room they decided their bed was a good place for Spamton and upon reaching it they tried to place him down only to find resistance from his grip on their arm. Not having the heart to pull the smaller Addison off they sat down and pulled a blanket over the two of them. 

Orange let out a small sigh as their other arm wrapped back around Spamton to continue carding their hands through his messy hair as they prepared to wait out the episode, making sure to ensure Spamton knew he wasn't alone throughout it all.

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What felt like hours passed as Orange sat silently and patiently, how long exactly? They weren't sure. To some extent they had felt themselves zone out as they thought about Spamton's condition, to the point that only a familiar voice brought them back.

“[Fanta], U C4N [Drop It Like Its] ME [Now Only-].” 

“Spamton? You back with me buddy?” They said as they carefully unwrapped him from the blanket and sat him on the bed next to them.

“You were out for a while! Man- I was worried sick.” Concern etched their features as they spoke, looking over the smaller.

“WHER3 IS [Blueberry]??” Spamton said sharply with betrayal in his yellow and pink eyes.

Orange felt a sting of hurt from those words but they endured it with practiced ease. 

“If you're wondering why it's me and not her, well… I think it's because they fell asleep at her desk. She must have been exhausted. I hope you aren't too upset that it's me and not her.” They let out a sigh while unconsciously moving their hand to rub at the back of their head.

Spamton was quiet for a moment as if in deep thought before averting his eyes away from Orange with shame clearly shown on his face. “DO U KN0W??”

“Know what-? Oh.." Their head cocking to the side for a second before the realization hit them.

“Ye-Yeah I saw. Spamton, how-? No, why didn't you tell us the minute you came home?! This is serious!” 

“[$#!%]!! CUZ TH3 [Less Is More] TH4T KNOW THE [[Better Deals]]!!! 1 DONT [Need It Want It] UR P1TY!!” Spamton gritted his teeth and pulled the towel over his shoulders as he spoke.

Orange was taken aback by his words, and quickly shook their head as they placed both of their hands on his shoulders. “No Spamton, the others need to know this! You can't just hide the fact you are a walking skeleton from us! I'm not pitying you! You- you need help!” 

“[Fanta] I DONT N3ED UR [Press F1 For Help!]!! IM [Peachy Keen] 0N MY OWN!! I D0NT N3ED UR [Donate To Charity]!! I JUST NE3D MY [Paper And Pencil Bundle 4.99 Only] 4ND GET AS [Far Far Away] AS POSSIBLE!! I D1DNT WANT U ALL TO KNOW!!! STUP1D [Snow Cone] RUIN3D EVERYTHING!!!” Spamton's hands came down onto the bed with a loud thump.

Seeing his frustration Orange began to rub circles into Spamton's shoulders as they spoke more gently this time. 

“Spamton buddy, please listen to me. How about this? I won't tell anyone yet, but you need to tell Yellow and Pink eventually. I don't know what you're going through to be in this bad of a state, but I know once you tell them they will all welcome you back just like me and Blue. Despite everything we are still your family despite what Pink may say.”

“I D0NT DES3RVE THESE [Great Deals]!! I SH0ULD BE [Throw Away Account] IN TH3 [[Trash]] FOR H0W I [Tasty Treats] U ALL!! I KNOW TH4T MUCH!! HAEHAEHAE!!” Spamton laughs but Orange could see the pain behind his eyes.

Orange frowns, pulling the smaller into a soft embrace, a hardened expression on their face. “My dear brother, what makes you say such things about yourself? I don't care about the past anymore, I just want my sweet little brother back.”  

The white Addison's eyes narrow heavily before an almost snarling growl erupts from his throat. “TH4T [slime] U CALL3D A BR0THER IS [sorry i missed your call..]!!! I 4M ALL THATS [Left Behind]!!! A PATHET1C EXCU5E OF 4 [[BIG SHOT]]!!!” 

Orange feels a tang of guilt in their code for their poor choice of words but quickly reword themselves as they release him. “Spamton, buddy… What I meant is that I want you back, even in the state you are now. I don't think we can ever have things back how they were. Instead we can stitch a new tapestry together. Even if it's a little different from the old one from the past. And hey! With a tailor like me around you can assure yourself that it will look just as great as before, even if it needs a bit more time to sew!” 

Spamton's eyes flicker back to Orange's own as his mouth opens to speak but nothing ever has a chance to come out as the door to Orange's room slams open causing a jolt of surprise in the two Addisons.

In the doorway stood a very disheveled looking Blue, who had tears running down the sides of her cheeks as her breathing was at a panicked pace. Her open orange and yellow eyes locked onto Orange's own, unfortunately unable to see the room's other occupant as Orange just so happens to be blocking him.

“Orange!! It's Spamton-!!.. Spamton is missing! I don't know what happened, he wasn't in the bathroom, I-!” Blue cries out as she nearly falls over in the doorway, only barely supporting herself enough for her words to be cut short.

“[Blueberry]??” Spamton's head pops out from beside Orange with momentary confusion within his eyes.

Seeing Spamton she rushes forward into the room and then to the bed, falling to her knees in front of him.

“Spamton! Oh dear, are you alright? Is everything okay? Did anything happen? I'm so- so sorry I fell asleep!” 

“IM [Peachy-keen] [Blueberry]!!

Deciding to give the pair space, Orange stands and quietly walks to the door preparing to leave. They were not able to stop the small frown on their face as it was likely that now that Blue was here, he had all the comfort and support he needed. They reach out for the door only to hear Spamton calling out to them.

“HEY HEY H3Y [Fanta]!!! WHERE D0 U THINK UR [please…don’t leave me..]!?!?”

Orange, being caught in the act, quickly regained a nervous smile, glancing back at Spamton and Blue. 

“I- I was simply just shutting the door ahaha-.” They swallow as they did in fact shut the door as if to prove their intentions.

“SURE TH1NG [Fanta]!!” Spamton scoffs lightly, obviously not buying Orange's words but he didn't press it.

Orange accepts their fate and goes back to the bed, reclaiming their spot next to Spamton albeit a bit unsure of why he'd want them here. He seems to prefer being alone with Blue if their guess was right, so why did he want them here?

Blue glances from Orange to Spamton before a soft smile grew on her features which Orange took notice of, leaving them to cock their head at her in a silent question.

“WH4T!? WHAT I5 SO [Comedic Timing]!?” Spamton folds his arms with a huff.

“I'm just happy to see you two getting along is all.” She shook her head before a serious look returned to her face.

“Orange, what happened to Spamton? Is he okay?”

Orange froze from being put on the spot. They could see in their peripheral vision that Spamton was giving them a stern look, obviously wanting them to not say anything about what just transpired. That would mean lying to Blue and possibly meaning their little brother would not get the help he needed from Blue, and yet if they did speak out then their fragile trust might be broken with Spamton. This was quite the tough decision, one with no good answer. They had to decide who to hurt in this equation and which thread to pull. If they pulled the wrong thread it might unravel the whole tapestry if they weren't careful. With a small deliberation they took a breath in and spoke.

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With a small deliberation they took a breath in and spoke.

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Blue waits in trepidation for Orange's words that were likely to put tension on the situation before them.

“I'm sorry but-..” Orange starts when they were suddenly interrupted by a call from downstairs.

“Hey! You two... uh- three up there! It's time to come down and get food!” Yellow's voice cut through the quiet of Orange's room startling Spamton who hadn't been expecting it.

“[HYPER LINK BLOCKED]!! WH4T THE [hell]!?!” Spamton rests a hand on his chest as he seems to recollect himself for a moment.

Blue quickly wonders in a bit of worry on how long she had been asleep for food time to already be upon them again?

“Uh..” Orange starts as both Blue and Spamton turn their attention back to them in expectancy but Orange shakes their head with a sigh and stood up.

 “We should all go downstairs before they come up to get us. We should probably get you dressed first though and clean up the water in the bathroom.” They say in what sounds like a relief filled voice while moving to stand up from the bed.

“Hey Blue, do you want to help Spamton?” Orange offered but Spamton took a hold of their sleeve instead.

“I [Want These Deals For U Only!!]” Spamton says with a quick, almost panicking voice much to the two Addison's surprise.

“Okay little buddy, I'll help ya. Are you okay to walk?” Orange offers to the smaller darkner.

“IM N0T A [Baby Bird]!!!” Spamton huffs as he jumps down to the ground still wrapped in the towel only to stumble his landing and needing to be caught by Orange's quick reflexes.

“[Thank You Valued Customer] BUT I GOT 1T NOW!!” He bats their hand away as he steadies himself on his own.

Blue who has been watching this exchange quietly felt a bit worried about her and Spamton's relationship. She wasn't jealous that Orange was picked to help Spamton but she was worried that he was mad at her for falling asleep as she never got to ask him and it was too late to do so now. Perhaps after some food would be a good time to do so. 

“Spamton, will you be eating downstairs or will you need me to bring you some food up?” She asks gently as he seems to finally regain his balance.

“I DONT KN0W Y3T!! IF I DO ILL G3T [Fanta] TO [Grab These Deals Before Its Too Late!]!!!” He said in a blunt voice that causes Blue to suppress a flinch.

Orange glances between the two with concern but didn't say a word in opposition or defense.

“Alright, I understand! I'll let them know that Orange will be down soon” They force a smile and then watched as the two left the room, Orange glancing back at Blue momentarily before turning down the hall and disappearing from sight.

Now she was left alone in Orange's room and only let out a sigh when they hear the bathroom door open and shut, folding over herself and resting her head in her hands.

“Oh Spammy…” She says in a soft voice to no one but herself. She really messed up falling asleep like that. Was his trust in her ruined?

She gave herself a few more seconds to stew on her thoughts before standing up slowly. She should head downstairs. With slow steps she made her way out of Orange's room and into the hallway proper but they found herself freezing at her open doorway.

Blue felt like she was forgetting something important, like she should do something before heading downstairs. It however escapes her mind as she returns to her walk to the stairs and makes her way down it with gentle and soft steps, trying not to attract too much attention. Yet once she reaches the end of the stairs she finds no one in the living room. Pink and Yellow must be in the kitchen, her theory was proven correct as she heard their hushed voices that came to a stop as soon as she walks closer in view of the kitchen.

Blue and Yellow's eyes met and tension came flaring up as Yellow scowls at her, likely due to her slapping him awhile ago as he wore a big white bandage over the area she hit.

 Their impromptu staring match ended as Blue looks away in shame and finally spoke. “Yellow…. I'm sorry for slapping you, I shouldn't have done that to you.” Her gaze softens slightly before she folds their arms over her stomach. 

“But in my defense you were acting very rude to Spamton.” She tacks on after a moment which causes Yellow to scoff in visible annoyance.

“You almost, almost had a good apology there Blue but then you had to bring him into it.” Yellow growls under his breath and then turns his back to them and threw his hands up in the air.

“Where's the rest of you lot anyways. Are they even coming down?” Yellow says with his voice rife with annoyance.

“Orange will be down soon, I don't know if Spamton is coming down though.” She admits, but she knew it was better to be honest in this instance.

“Good riddance on that, hope he stays away for the foreseeable future until this [$@×%] blizzard lets up. I'd be happy to never see that annoyance for the rest of my lifespan.” Pink finally cut in from the other side of the kitchen where he was leaning against the wall, a sneer plastered on his face.

Blue opens her mouth to retort but Yellow turns back around to the both of them with a pointed finger.

“Could we try and get through 15 minutes of not arguing! It's getting on my nerves, I can't take the constant bickering between us. We are a unit, a family! I expect everyone to act like it!” Yellow exclaims making sure he gave both a stern look.

“Yeah well I wasn't the one who brought in someone that wasn't family-.” Pink decidedly ignores Yellow's words.

Blue was about to snap at Pink for saying such cruel things and how Spamton was still family but Yellow leans forward and slams his hands on the table in front of him.

“I said enough!” Yellow shouts in anger as electricity crackles in the air around him and made the two flinch from the fury in his voice.

Pink simply huffs and shakes his head as he grabs a plate and begins to fill it in silence. Yet his irritated look about him was loud and clear.

Seeing Pink stand down finally she let herself relax some but still felt the silent tension that remained.

“See isn't that better?” Yellow said beneath gritted teeth as his electricity died down around him. But he at least seems satisfied.

Blue on the other hand approaches the table to get her own plate when Pink abruptly and quite suddenly grabs her face and turns it to the side before she can even register what was happening.

“Blue! What are all these scratch marks?! Yellow look at this!” They investigate her cheek with three deep gashes in it and calls over Yellow who drops his furious look to one more filled with concern.

Blue didn't appreciate being manhandled by Pink and tries to push him away to no avail just as Yellow arrives by her side to stare at her injury and now that they saw it she realizes this was what she forgot to do. To hide the scratches her little brother gave them while he awoke from a nightmare.

She quickly tries to back off from them only the two of them to keep her still as they took a closer look at her lashes.

“Yellow please tell me you are thinking the same thing I'm thinking. It had to be Spam who did this!” Pink clenches his hands with a fury of his own.

She had to diffuse the situation and quickly.

“It was a little accident was all that happened! Nothing to get all vengeful for! It truly just a simple scratch!” She pulled away once more trying to put in more distance so they couldn't see it closer but the both of them kept that from happening unfortunately for Blue.

“Blue, did Spam do this?!” Pink says in accusingly as his eyes narrows.

“Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” Yellow follows suit but his voice was full of worry and concern.

“Guys, it's okay I promise! It was just an accident! It wasn't on purpose!” She repeats trying to get through to them before this got out of hand.

“Did he hurt you Blue? Tell me this instant!” Yellow demands of Blue as he nudges Pink out of the way slightly to hold her shoulders with a firm squeeze.

“Yes he did but it was-” She tried to say until Pink interrupts with an angry snarl.

“See I [£□》%^&] told ya! That little parasite first took advantage of us and now is hurting the people we love! Yellow we have to put an end to this! He can not be trusted!” Pink looks at Yellow with a pleading look for his approval but Yellow had his focus on Blue instead.

“Blue, how did this happen? How could this be an accident?” He says in a more gentle voice while still pushing for answers from the blue Addison.

“He had a bad nightmare and- he kind of freaked out when he woke up and I tried to comfort him but in the process he scratched me, but he healed me as soon as he snapped out of it.” She recounts in honesty to the eldest, but Pink had none of it.

“It doesn't matter how it happened Blue! Just that it did! It means that it can happen again, do we really want to take that chance?” Pink shoves their hands down on the table with a slam.

“Nightmares?” Yellow said with a raise of his eyebrows just as a new voice cut into the conversation.

“Is- is this a bad time? Haha..” Orange stood in the kitchen's archway looking at the three with a confused yet worried expression.

Pink's face morphs into a venomous sneer seeing them show up. “Hey Orange, why don't you call Spam down here! We want to have a little chat with him!” 

Orange wordlessly backs away, an almost fearful look in their eyes. “I don't- I don't think that’s a good idea- hah-...” 

Blue turns her head and swiftly gives a signal to her sibling to leave and quick, which Orange takes in stride as they back walk out of the kitchen in a hurry.

“Hey!” Pink shouts as they gave chase to the other until they were both out of the kitchen.

Blue finally manages to shake off Yellow's grip and chase after them into the living room just as she hears more shouting from Pink.

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Blue finally manages to shake off Yellow's grip and chase after them into the living room just as she hears more shouting from Pink.

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Orange hurriedly backed away from Pink, bringing them into the living room proper. They needed to get back upstairs and tell Spamton that in no shape or form was it a good idea for him to come back downstairs. Unluckily for them it didn't take long for Pink to catch up to them.

“Orange, my dear sibling! This isn't finished between me and you.” Pink's voice was viciously sweet, the manner which only spelt trouble for whoever was on the receiving end of his ire. Unfortunately for Orange, they were getting in the way.

Orange felt themselves freaking out as their eyes opened in alarm, the pink Addison approaching with purpose.

“O-okay Pink! Please stop I- I don't want to do this. Just- just stop it!” Orange felt themselves stumble in both voice and footing, almost tripping over an ottoman. This allowed Pink to grab their wrist in their moment of weakness, yanking them forward with a tight grip causing the two to meet eye to eye.

“I'm not stopping! I'm so [&#$%!÷£] done with you two protecting him! He is a parasite! You two need to wake the [&#$%] up! He's manipulating you! That bastard- he was always like this! He tricked all of us and I won't let him fool this family any more!” Pink hisses with clear malice and hate causing Orange to flinch back and try to pull away in futility.

“Pink! Pink! Let go! Please let go of me!” Orange cried out as his grip tightened painfully on their wrist.

By this time Blue had finally caught up with the two and was soon followed by the eldest. Upon seeing Orange on what was looking like the verge of a panic attack, they quickly began to storm up to Pink.

“Blue don't-” Yellow calls out in warning to the blue Addison, his hands clenching into tight fists with an anger of his own.

Blue suddenly froze, but not due to Yellow's words. Instead she locked eyes with a white and black figure on the stairs. Time felt like it stopped for a moment as the two youngest Addison's locked eyes. And then just as suddenly as it happened it was broken.

*An almost rabid snarl erupts from Spamton as he throws himself down the stairs, launching himself at Pink who took notice just a second to late.

Pink instinctively let go of Orange to try and block the incoming missile of an Addison, only for Spamton to latch onto Pink's arm. He bit down as his clawed fingers went about scratching the soft feathered skin of his sibling.

Pink lets out a pissed off scream as they try to force the apparently rabid Spamton off of him.

“YOU LITTLE [$#!%]!! GET THE [&#$%] OFF ME YOU RABID ANIMAL!”

At the same time as this was happening, Orange was released, falling backwards only to be caught by Blue as she dove onto the carpeted ground to prevent them from getting hurt. Orange felt as if they couldn't breathe properly as wet tears were starting to drop from their eyes. Watching as Blue tried to half pull half drag them away from the fight.

“Spamton!” Orange cries out as Pink abandons the struggle to pry the small Addison off, raises a fist instead and hits the smaller darkner. This causes the opposite effect to occur, with Spamton biting down harder in response. 

“Knock it off both of you!” Electricity begins to crackle in the air as Yellow's voice cuts in with a very obvious warning as he grit his teeth, clearly seething.

“I said let go of me! You- you freak!” Pink either too caught up in the moment or simply not hearing the threat of their elder, rears back again delivering a harder punch to the side of Spamton's face hitting the solid porcelain with a thud and then a crack.

Blue eyes widen in alarm, “Pink! Please stop hurting him!” They nearly scream out as soon as they hear the crack.

“I said-” The sound of electricity snapping and popping was increasing in the air with Yellow's voice.

Several things happened at once.

Something changed in Pink's eyes.

Blue and Orange both cried out in alarm together while bracing for what was about to happen.

*“KNOCK IT OFF!” Yellow's foot slammed down into the floor as electricity shot out from him and to his surroundings. This included Spamton and Pink who once they got zapped letting go of each other involuntarily. Meanwhile the overhead lights came on in a flash, providing more light then the magic powered ones that were set up temporarily for visibility.

Pink could be seen hugging their injured arm with gritted teeth while Spamton was laying on his back, his eyes blacked out. Orange was holding their head in panic while Blue looked on in horror at the scene. 

This lighting only lasted for a few seconds, as the lightbulbs quickly became overloaded and blew their fuses with a loud pop. 

Everything was cast into darkness as the shockwaves from the electricity disabled the temporary lights, the once powered bulbs now no longer producing light either.

Silence fills the living room, before Yellow spoke out into the dark.

“Everyone better go to their rooms right now and stay in it until I say you can leave. No ifs and’s or but's about it.”

“Yellow, let me take Spamton and Orange into mine please! Spamton is-” Blue quickly pleads but is cut short by Yellow.

“You may take Orange to your room, that is my only leniency Blue.” Yellow's voice was cold and firm.

“I will be handling Spamton and making sure he is alright.”

Somehow without the need to see Yellow snaps his head to the area where Pink was. 

“Pink, upstairs now. I don't want to hear whatever you are about to say. I will come check on you later as well and we will have a friendly chat about this incident then.”

Pink was taken aback, as they were in fact about to voice his complaints. He instead let out a hiss and shakily stood up and blindly made for the stairs.

Only after a tense few seconds of listening to the pink Addison go up the stairs and slam his door shut like a teenager did Blue begin to help up the near inconsolable Orange who was silently crying.

“Yellow.. would you please turn back on your lights so we can see. I don't want to trip and fall.” Her voice was flat yet still held deep sadness within it.

Yellow wordlessly sent magic back into the lamps he had used to light up the room previously, now allowing the family to see each other once more. Blue, only after giving a worry filled look to the unconscious Spamton did they help their sibling to the stairs and up they both went.

Yellow stood still and waited until he heard Blue's room shut softly. Once he did, he let out a heavy sigh. He knelt down to the small Addison and gently picked him up while holding the youngest close to his chest and then went to the stairs to take Spamton to Yellow's own room.

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Awareness came seeping back into Spamton with a dull throbbing pain within his bones. His eyes did not open immediately as he felt utterly exhausted. But Spamton was quick to snap back into reality as whenever he was this tired it meant something had gone terribly wrong.

With a shove to force himself upwards he spent a second looking around and surveying his surroundings. 

Spamton was confused as this wasn't the dump, but the memories came rushing back within the next moment. He needs to run, to escape, it wasn't safe here. Pink or Yellow would surely kill him after his attack on his sibling. Though he felt completely justified in what he did, and he had no plans in apologizing if he saw Pink again.

The white Addison's mind finally began to process his surroundings in more detail, coming to realize that this was none other than Yellow's room. Just as he noticed this, movement beside him caused his adrenaline to skyrocket.

“Ah, you are awake. Good, we have a lot of things to discuss.” Yellow spoke in an almost professional manner, as if this was a business meeting between a manager and an underling. He was even looking the part as he sat in a chair, flipping through a few papers in his hands before putting them aside and focusing his attention onto Spamton.

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and hands propping up his head. He gave the younger a hard stare that pierced Spamton deep into his code. 

“Don't even think about running either. You are in no state to do so. I just want to talk.” 

Spamton felt as if Yellow saw right through him, as he definitely was about to book it out the door the very next moment. But his body was aching and his cheek felt like it was hit by something. Oh wait, that's exactly what happened. Right. 

Unconsciously raising a hand he touched where he felt the most pain, only to find a soft padding protecting it. Regardless it sent a wave of pain causing him to flinch back.

“F[ifty percent off]!!!!” Spamton cried out.

“Yeah, touching your wound is gonna hurt. I did what I could but it's still going to hurt.” Yellow huffs in disapproval.

“N0 [$#!%]!!! it hurts…please help…!!!” Spamton's voice shifts causing a frown on Yellow's face to appear as he then sighs and sits up.

“Spam-...ton.. listen, I'm going to need you to come clean about a lot of things real quick.” 

Spamton gritting his teeth looked away in—shame? Resentment? Anger? His mind was such a cloudy mess he couldn't even come to a conclusion on his own actions.

“UR GONN4 [Need These Sweet Deals!!!] 2 BE MORE-MORE-M0RE SPEFIC [Highlighter]!!!!” He couldn't help the scoff escaping his breath, but Spamton felt the need to hunch over himself. Spamton knew he was testing Yellow's very limited patience with him and doing so would only make his incoming punishment worse for himself. Yellow might finally decide to get rid of him after all!

Yellow standing up, moved to approach the younger much to his displeasure. Who seemed to react to this by pushing himself back and farther away from the eldest that got closer by climbing halfway onto the bed in pursuit.

“Everything! Tell me everything Spamton! You think I wouldn't notice how different you act? You act like I'm going to kill you the moment I get closer, your vocal ticks have gotten worse. You obviously failed as a big shot as your influence disappeared overnight. But something doesn't add up here. And to mention the elephant in the room, you are nothing but bone and you've somehow shrunk. So for the love of advertising, what the [&#$%] happened to you Spamton!?” Yellow says pointedly while pushing a finger into Spamton's chest.

The white Addison felt frozen under the piercing gaze of his brother but soon a fire began to melt that icy feeling that was encasing him. 

“S0 WHAT!?! IM THE [World Wide Web] GRE4TEST [[Loser]]!! I ADM1T IT OK!?!?!?!? D0NT [Try This Recipe And You Will-] PRETEND THAT U 4CTUALLY [Carebears] ABOUT [Number 1 Rated Salesman]!!!!!” Spamton spat between his ticks. How dare this Addison try and claim he actually cared about him when Yellow made his stance clear on that day.

“Spamton if I didn't care you would have never got your papers in the first place. But I gave them to you and even let you stay in my house despite everything. So don't you dare try and claim that I don't.” Yellow took offense to what Spamton said and in turn took hold of his shoulders in a tight grasp.

Spamton immediately tries to squirm out of Yellow's hold, the feeling of being trapped surfacing and the fear starting to retake Spamton almost causing him to lash out and bite the elder.

“YE4H!? WELL-WELL-WELL U HAV3 A [Hells Bells] WAY 0F [Show It Off]!!! All U EVER [Sharing Is Caring] AB0UT IS 1F I M4DE [Kromer] OR N0T!!! I W4S NEVER [Good] ENOUGH FOR U!!” Spamton says, snapping in rage.

Yellow wordlessly let go of him, almost seeming, remorseful? 

“Is that really how you felt? Spamton I only pushed you hard so you could succeed, that's all you ever wanted.”

Spamton hisses and while reaching down he grabbed a fist full of sheets to clench his fists onto. How dare Yellow assume what he wanted!? 

“[WRONG]!!! [Congratulations You] [[Lose]]!!!” 

Yellow blinks, furrowing his brow all while seeming bewildered at the smaller’s words

“What? Spamton that's all you ever talked about? Becoming big.”

“THATS WH4T U MAD3 ME [Want More Deals?]!!! ALL I TRULY WANT3D WAS TO FEEL [Accept]ED!!!! TO B3 UR [Equal]!!! I DIDNT W4NT TO BE A [Failure To Comply]!!! YET THE MOMENT!!! THE MOMENT I MAKE IT [Big] U ALL [Turntable] UR B4CKS ON [Number 1 Rated Salesman]!!! U COULDNT H4NDLE NOT BE1NG THE [Top Dog] SO U ALL [[Abandoned you for the slime]] U ALWAYS BELIEVED I W4S!!!!!!” 

Spamton had fully lost control by the end of his tirade, his form glitching increasingly worse up until the moment he finished. With Spamton finally blacking out from the intense emotions, effectively blue screening himself.

When his vision and awareness came back he saw Yellow looking on in utter dismay. In addition the white Addison could feel something wet on his cheeks. Bringing up a shaking hand he soon came to realize he was crying. What!? Why was he crying!? 

Yellow remains still in silence for a good few seconds before he finally spoke, albeit this time much softer as he dips his head down slightly.

“Spamton- I… I never knew. I didn't realize that's how you felt about... everything. All this time I was pushing just trying to help what I thought you wanted and yet. Hah.. I guess that's just what I wanted to see huh?” The yellow Addison ran a hand through his hair, sighing in defeat.

“I felt like when you made it big so suddenly and that you did it without my help I guess I felt like you didn't need me anymore. I won't deny it, I was jealous of you and I guess I let it get the better of me.” He shook his head in shame and then turning his attention back to his youngest brother did he feel a pang of hurt in his code. 

Yellow took a long look over the incredibly thin and shaking form of what used to be his bright and cheerful brother.

“U GOT UR [Wish] I [Failed Test Scores]!!!” Spamton in haste began to wipe away his tears with his sleeve.

“I NEV3R WAS ME4NT TO [Winner!!!]!!! I WAS [Doom Eternal] FR0M THE [[Start]]!!!!”

Yellow bit into his bottom lip and adjusted his position on the bed to sit next to the younger.

“Hey, that's not true, you were just… unlucky. That's all.” He says trying to reassure Spamton who instead lets out a bout of crazed laughter.

“HAEHAEHAE!! THAT5 AN [Under The Weather?] ST4TEMENT!!! [Highlighter] I WAS ALW4YS TOO [Strange] T0O [Different Prices]!!! IT TOOK MY [[Freedom]] AND NE4RLY MY [Life Saver] TO EV3N GET [[Big.]]”

Yellow gives a distinct pause regarding that statement.

“Your life? How? Is it related to how you lost your feathers?”

“[Close Call]!!!! ITS COMPL1CATED!!!! [Always Read The Fine Print Folks!!!]!! OR [Death Or Bodily Harm May Ocurr]!!!” Spamton's eyes went black as he went on about the fine print.

“Spamton, what happened?” Yellow presses further, firmness evident in his voice.

“I [Failure To Comply] AND [[Lost]] EV3RYTHING. [Queenie] [Rid Of Unwanted Pests? Try-] [Refreshing Dip Into These-] [Acid Tunnel Of Love].” The white Addison's voice was out of control as he tried to get out what had happened, the ticks taking over completely at the end. 

Yellow has to take a second of processing to piece together what Spamton was getting at. Then it all clicks and Yellow's eyes widen.

“Are you telling me, the Queen, after your sales dropped to zero in one day, out of nowhere mind you- did she throw you in the acid to get rid of you?!”

“[Affirmaive]!!!” 

Yellow winced while sucking in a breath through them. Running a hand through his hair he sighs deeply to calm himself to control his incoming fury.

“I will be cutting everyone's business off from her from now on, I will not stand for this treatment, if she thinks lives are to be toyed with we will have nothing to do with her. I may be retired but I still have pull.” Yellow sat back up, straightening his tie as he slipped into business mode for a moment.

“[Transaction Denied]!!! DON'T B0THER!!!! WH4TS DONE IS [A Done Deal]!!! THAT W0ULD BE [Bad For Buisness]!!!!”

The white Addison shook his head rapidly, as much as he wanted to get his revenge and put Queen in her place, he didn't want a bigger target on his back then he already had. She did this to him after she lost monetary gain from his failure. What might she do to the others if she found out? Besides, it would cause the family to lose a lot of Kromer.

“Spamton my decision is final, I can't let this action go unpunished.” Yellow brought his legs around to the side of the bed and stood, his eyes trained forward to the desk, intent on drafting up a strongly worded letter to the Queen.

Spamton felt anger rise back up in his chest, Yellow was disregarding him yet again, typical!!!

“THER3 U GO AGAIN!!! U NEVER [[Listen]] TO ME!!! ALW4YS [Calling The Shots]!!!! IM TRYING TO [[Help]] U!!!! Me5sing with [Royalties Included] IS [Bad News]!!!!” 

Yellow stares into his own reflection in a nearby mirror on that same desk and contemplates for a moment before settling on a decision.

“Spamton, I hear you I really do, but this is a matter that involves all of us. Now tell me, who else knows about what happened to you.”

“[Blueberry], [Fanta], AND [[Sad]]LY [A Specil Presentation Just For U]!!!!” He remarks with a hiss at the end.

“Hmph, well I will go tell Pink of this… development.” Yellow says but not a moment later, Spamton let out a shrieking cry just while jumping up and taking a hold of Yellow's coat and tugging on it.

“NO! NO! [no please don't!] NO! NO! [no stop it please!] NO! NO!” The youngest kept repeating non stop in a panicking manner.

“Spamton!? What are you doing!? Knock it off!” Yellow reprimands at this sudden change in behavior from his brother and tries to pull his tailcoat out of Spamton's trembling hands. Unfortunately this only makes it worse as Spamton begins to glitch out more with each passing second, his voice becoming distorting.

“[No Deal] NO!!!” He continues pleading until whether it be pity, annoyance, or understanding did Yellow finally give in.

“Okay! Cut it out! I won't tell him but this deal is only temporary and will only be sealed if you agree to answer more questions later. You got that Spamton!” Yellow states while finally pulling his coat's fabric from Spamton's grip.

“NO [Lies And Deceit]!!!” Narrowing his eyes in suspicion, Spamton wraps his arms around himself protectively.

“Yes, I'll keep this promise, again only temporarily. But I have to talk to him about what he did regardless.” The yellow Addison shook his head in discontent at what he just agreed to.

“A [DEAL] IS A [DEAL]!!!!!” Spamton, forcing an award losing smile grips himself tighter as Yellow turns back to the door, stepping towards it only to stop and turn his head back to the small Addison.

“And Spamton, stay here until I return and don't get into any more trouble for goodness sake.” Yellow opens the door and steps out into the hallway, shutting it behind him and leaving Spamton alone inside.

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“And Spamton, stay here until I return and don't get into any more trouble for goodness sake.”

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Upon reaching their room, Pink enters with heavy steps and with an aggressive pull, slams the door behind him.

With quick steps, he storms over to his mirror and stares into it, looking upon the seething anger he holds within his orange and white eyes. They were filled with an icy fury and without thinking, they reared back and smashed their mirror with the same hand he hit Spam with. 

“F-[&#$%]!” Pink cries out as pain skyrockets up his arm. 

They took their hand back and cradled it, seeing black blood drip down from newly acquired cuts. It was still sore from where he punched Spam, now only worse from his rash anger. And yet- realizing this only serves to reignite those feelings.

That piece of trash is ruining everything! Again for Queen's sake! He's manipulating everyone and is just going to ditch them the moment it's convenient! He's done it before, but not again, never again. 

Pink feels ice gather at their fingertips and lets it coat his hands, but only to relieve some of the burning anger inside them. In the next moment, he broke through the ice and let it clatter to the floor in shards with a hiss behind a gritted snarl.

Suddenly, Pink feels something wet trail down his feathery cheek, temporarily bringing him out of his rage. Was he really crying over that pathetic freak? 

Pink tsks and with his good hand wipes the now frozen tear off with their thumb. He refuses to cry over Spam anymore! He knew better than to deny his feelings about what Spam did to him. The two of them used to be so close, thick as thieves one might've said. Pink would have given the world to his baby brother, just the same as Blue despite his occasional light and friendly teasings. He even beat up a few darkners who made fun of Spam behind his back. Most of all, he believed in the little guy, but then Spam betrayed all of them. As soon as he made it big, he clearly didn't need his family anymore. Ever since that day, any thought of Spam was filled with rage at all of his deceit and lies. He was using us for all we had. But most of all, he was pissed off at how badly the rest of the family took it. 

He didn't need to remember how Blue sobbed on days on end, how Orange went silent for weeks, and how Yellow drank himself into the ground constantly. Pink had to be the one to step up and help everyone recover. He held Blue and comforted her between her cries, he kept Orange's spirits up by making jokes and sometimes just sitting next to them in silence, and then he had to constantly monitor Yellow to make sure he didn't get ahold of more alcohol. Pink didn't have anyone to support themselves. Instead, when he wasn't helping his family he was working as long as he could to support everyone financially. 

So yeah, maybe he has a right to be pissed off at that miserable excuse for an Addison trying to worm his way back in again. That little bastard will leave after everyone has forgiven him, and it will be like that time all over again. So Pink has to- no, will stop him this time even if it means being the bad guy. It's for everyone's own good, and soon they will all see that. 

Taking a deep breath, Pink lets out a sigh and allows his eyes to close once more. He turns around and walks to a shelf, pulling out a drawer to retrieve a first aid kit and sets it on top of his desk. Their hand has stopped bleeding thankfully, but it was better to wrap it. This was far from the first time they have broken a mirror like that since Spam left. It really happens far too often. 

Taking out gauze, he wraps up his various injuries and tucks in the end to complete his task. Then Pink returns the med kit back to where it belongs, only to hesitate as they glance upon some crumpled papers. He knew what they were, the part of the pictures he ripped Spam out of. He didn't throw away or burn it like he claimed he did to the others. Pink could never bring themself to do so, but maybe he will finally do it right here right now.

He picks up one of the crumpled balls and unravels it, showing a smiling white Addison with Pink's arm over him. In Pink's other hand, he grabs a convenient lighter and flicks it to life, preparing to hold the paper over the flames once more and- 

A firm knock at the door causes Pink to freeze as Yellow's voice cuts into his room.

“Pink, I'm coming in.” 

The doorknob begins to turn, and Pink scrambles to shove the picture scrap and lighter back into the drawer, slamming it shut just as the door opens, revealing the yellow colored Addison.

Pink met his eyes with a hard look laced with uncertainty. At the same time, Yellow met Pink's with an unreadable expression, giving nothing away. They both remain in this miniature stare down until Yellow breaks, looking over at the broken mirror. He lets out a sigh, shaking his head in disappointment.

“Pink, you have to stop hurting yourself when you get mad, we've talked about this…” Yellow spoke with a concern that was often shown at Pink's display of anger toward objects.

“Pink, are your injuries alright? Do you need me to take care of them? Let me at least look at them,” Yellow added on as he looked at Pink's bandaged arms.

Pink looks to the side, brushing off Yellow's worries like usual. “I'm fine Yellow. And I've said it before and I'll say it again, mirrors and other stuff are cheap compared to hospital bills for someone's face I break or freeze.” 

Yellow approaches him, shaking his head all the way there and then stops in front of the lavish pink bed and motions to it expectantly. “Pink, have a seat please.” 

Pink folds his arms and huffs annoyedly, “Yellow, you sit, I am going to stand."

They knew this was a common thing Yellow did. If he tells you to sit and doesn't sit down first, then he will be talking down to you. Only if they were both sitting down would it be an equal conversation. Pink needed to be on equal grounds with Yellow for whatever this conversation was going to devolve into.

“Pink, don't be difficult just sit down.” Yellow pinches his brow in irritation with disdain clear on his face.

“How about you sit and we can talk this out hmm? Why do I have to be the only one sitting huh?” He sasses the elder with a scoff.

“For Queen's sake, fine Pink. Have it your way. I don't have enough energy to argue about whether I'm sitting or standing right now.” Yellow relents and takes a seat on the plush fabric of Pink's bed, who follows afterward with a displeased look.

“Now we need to talk about your actions. You were out of line. It was-” Yellow started, but was interrupted by Pink who butted in.

“No, no I believe I was completely justified in what I did.” 

“Pink. You hurt Orange, you call that justifiable?” Yellow counters back.

“Alright, maybe there was one thing I wasn't completely justified in. I will apologize to Orange in full. I was being too intense for them. I didn't mean to hurt them either.” Pink reluctantly admits. He did feel guilty in regards to Orange, but he hates admitting fault, yet right now it was warranted. Pink never wanted to hurt Orange. They just needed to see what they were blind to. 

“It's all because of that little parasite. Spam left me no choice and drove me to act, then he [&#$%!>£] attacked me like a wild Tasque!” Pink threw his arms up in frustration.

Yellow's brows furrow and his frown deepens. “Pink. You also hurt Spam-ton. Yes, he attacked you, but it was in reaction to you hurting Orange.” 

“He had no right to mess up my arm! What kind of Addison does that!? That can do that much damage in just a few seconds, it even [&#$%!>£] hurt like [#=//] when I punched him.” He motions to his bandaged arm and knuckles to prove his point. Though the thought did ring in his mind, why did his knuckles hurt so bad, and what was that crack? It all happened so fast, and then the shock from Yellow came and—Pink couldn't help but feel like he was missing something from that moment. 

“Pink, you-.... Listen, Spamton is-” Yellow starts, seeming to struggle with his words for a moment, leaving another opening for Pink.

“Why do you care about Spam anyway? He made it clear he didn't see us as a family, and I told you he is only here to manipulate us and get pity points until he has his fill.” Pink brought his good hand up to his forehead as he spoke until a thought struck him like electricity. His eyes shot open to stare at Yellow in shock.

“No..don't tell me… he got to you too Yellow? You called him Spamton just now! No no no! We were supposed to be in this together!” Pink shot up in a flash and pointed an accusatory finger at Yellow, who didn't even get another word out before Pink continued.

“He did, didn't he! [&#$%] [$@##!/]!! I told you not to fall for his act! But now he's got everyone wrapped around his finger and you all the puppets to his whims!” Pink's voice rose with each word until he was yelling at the yellow Addison in front of them.

“Pink! Calm down! I just want to talk this out with you! We have to act as a unit here, and you need to rein in yourself until things settle down!” Yellow stood as he faced down Pink with a matching energy.

Pink felt his temper finally snap. He stepped closer to Yellow to be right up in front of his elder. “Calm down!? How can you say that! There is no us, with Spam! Not ever again! Things aren't going to settle down with him here! I'm not letting everyone down again. You all went through so… so much pain because of him! You couldn't even function without being drunk! You probably don't remember that time too well, but because of that, I took care of you! I took care of Blue! I took care of Orange! And I had to deal with and push aside my own grief at the same time! I can't handle that again Yellow. I can't- I don't want to see you all that low again.”

Pink's rage-filled rant devolved into their voice cracking as emotions flooded into them. By the end, they had shed a few tears and more threatened to fall.

 Yellow had backed down pretty quickly as Pink turned to sorrow instead of anger. So instead of yelling back or shouting, he reaches out and places a hand on Pink's shoulder. “I am forever grateful for what you did back then Pink. We would have all crumbled without you.” 

“So then you must understand we must get Spam out of here right? That's the only way to stop this madness. We can forget he ever showed up in the first place. We wouldn't have to fight or turn on each other anymore.” Pink nearly pleads to Yellow as hope was written on their face for Yellow to side with them. However, Yellow turns his face away from the pink Addison, breaking his gaze.

“I can't, it's not that simple anymore Pink,” Yellow says, clenching his fists much to Pink's confusion.

Pink felt a sting of betrayal. How could he still side with Spam after everything he just said! 

“Then tell me, why! Why is everyone letting him back in our lives when he did nothing but hurt us! Why are you suddenly protecting him!”

“I can't tell you.” Yellow grits his teeth seeming to grimace at his own words.

Pink felt his insides freeze as yellow spoke those words. He lashed out, grabbing Yellow's arms tightly. “And why can't you! What are you hiding from me! What is everyone hiding? I don't deserve to be left in the dark about whatever lies he told you all!” 

Yellow didn't flinch when he was grabbed, but he still didn't look Pink in the eyes either. This only frustrated Pink further. “I can't answer that either.”

Pink lets go of his older brother with a snarl and turns away from Yellow with disgust.

“If none of you will tell me, I'll just have to ask him myself!” With those words, he storms away from Yellow in a rush, getting just far enough away where the older Addison just misses grabbing his arm to stop him.

“Pink, wait a minute. Hey stop!” Yellow calls after Pink and follows quickly behind them. The two ended up right back into the hall where both of them almost ran into Orange and Blue.

“Yellow, was Spamton supposed to be in your room?” Blue says worriedly while looking between the two with concern etched in her features. 

“We- we saw the door was open when we came out and- and he wasn't in there.” Orange, who is hiding slightly behind Blue, speaks up next, all while eyeing Pink nervously 

“He is supposed to be in there, just like how everyone was supposed to stay in their rooms. But I guess rules do not apply today,” Yellow huffs in annoyance at this fact.

“We heard yelling and wanted to see if Spamton was okay. Then we saw both yours and Pink's door open.” Blue countered plainly. 

For Pink on the other hand, frustrations only grew. “Who cares? Maybe he's gone and out of our lives for good this time!”

Pink unfortunately, was now the subject of three Addison glares thrown his way. But instead of backing down, he folded his arms and glared back. “Good riddance if so!” 

Blue's eyebrows creased as she seemed to consider the possibility. “Spamton wouldn't, would he, Orange?” 

Orange said nothing in response, instead shifting their gaze downward to the floor.

“See, even you guys are doubting him.” Pink scoffs to himself.

“He's probably somewhere in the house, likely just avoiding us for a while like in the past.” Yellow moves past the pink Addison to peek into his room, confirming for himself that it was empty.

Blue and Orange shared a glance between them, and Blue spoke up, “We will go search his room. Yellow, would you check downstairs in case he went there?” 

“I was just about to say that myself.” Yellow nods, sharing a determined look between the other two.

As everyone split up to go and search, Pink felt themself being sidelined. So he, albeit reluctantly, decided to follow Yellow. Not to help, but to simply watch as he realized Pink was right all along. 

“I can’t believe you guys,” Pink grumbled out in annoyance as he reached the main floor, only to nearly be hit by his elder with how fast he spun around.

“Either help us or shut up and stay out of the way,” Yellow snaps at him, clearly having enough of Pink.

Tossing his head to the side with a huff, he watches from the sidelines as Yellow begins to look around and even calls out for Spam. He only ends up finding nothing and growing frustrated the more he searches. 

Pink remains silent with a scowl stuck on their face until running could be heard from above and soon down the stairs. Blue and Orange arrive without Spam, instead with a bundle of clothes Spam had been wearing when he had attacked Pink so ruthlessly. 

“We can’t find him, but we found the clothes I just put him in! And his old clothes are gone as well!” Orange cries out in worry, holding the clothes tightly to their chest as the three other Addisons converge in the middle of the room.

Pink steps back, not wanting to be a part of the Spam pity party. When he did so, a gust of cold air hit him from the back corner near the TV screen. Piquing his interest, he got closer to find a stool in front of the window. An open window. He was right. He knew the little bastard ran.

“Hey! Looks like he’s long gone. The window’s open. Just like I predicted he ditched us the first second he could.” He turns back to face his family, not to see defeated looks but instead horror and fear.

“We have to find him!” Blue says, running to the window, looking out into the snow to see the deep footsteps leading away from the house.

“I’ll get our coats!” Orange went to the coat racks to grab the very obviously color-coded jackets for the three of them.

“We must be quick to catch up to him.” Yellow, on the other hand, grabs the keys to the door as he takes his jacket from Orange, and is soon followed by Blue. They all turn to the door with determination, only to be blocked by Pink.

“None of you are going out there,” Pink says firmly. He knew that they would either exhaust themselves or until they nearly freeze to death to try and find that freak when it was a lost cause. Orange and Pink are the only ones suited for the snow, but Orange would probably be the worst to send out alone.

“Pink I’ve had enough of you! I think we all have as a matter of fact!” Yellow steps forward threateningly with Blue right behind him, and then Orange does the same. They all looked beyond pissed with him. 

Pink stands his ground, not willing to back down. He had to protect them from inevitable disappointment and the grief that would overtake them all. “I’ve had enough of you all not realizing you’ve been tricked again by him! I’m trying to protect you, can’t you see that! He hasn’t changed one bit and left because deep down he hates us all!” 

“That's not true in the slightest! He really cares about us, and you’ve just been ruining everything Pink!” Blue held back her incoming tears as she spoke to the pink Addison in front of her, their voice laced with venom.  

“We see the truth Pink, you are blinded by your—your anger and hate of him! Maybe he left because you are so… so awful to him!” Orange accuses Pink. 

Yellow, taking a deep breath while staring daggers at Pink, seems to come to a decision of some kind.

“Pink, if we can’t leave, you are going to go out there and find him.” His voice comes out resolute and with no room to argue, yet Pink tries anyway.

“I am not-” Pink starts only to be unable to finish his rejections as his elder blocks his complaints.

“You will, and you are officially unwelcome in this house until you bring him back. Come back with Spamton or not at all.” Those words were spoken with such finality that it breaks Pink’s resolve.

“You- You can’t just do that to me, you don’t mean that. Blue, Orange, back me up here!” Pink’s now wide eyes look to the other two siblings, only to find no support in their own. Just care for that bastard, and none for him. Do they really despise him so much? It hurts, it hurts a lot. 

“You know what!? Fine! I see you’d rather have him than me after everything ha! Don’t expect me to come back, I’m not going to play these games, don’t contact me since you obviously don't care about me!” Pink shouts in anguished betrayal as he turns to the door, hiding his tears from them and undoing the locks. He opens the door, revealing nearly knee-high snow to the tall Addison. They don't turn back and step out into the cold, slamming the door behind themselves, now separated from his family whom he cares so much for, likely for good. 

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They don't turn back and step out into the cold, slamming the door behind themselves, now separated from his family whom he cares so much for, likely for good. 

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After stepping out into the street and turning down the block to get out of view of his childhood home, Pink collapses into the snow with a choked sob that was quickly covered by a hand to block out the traitorous sound.

Why..? Why would they all do this to him? Pink couldn't understand a bit of it. Couldn't their family see that he was protecting them from pain!? The agony they all went through due to that—that pest! 

Why would they rather go through it again then have Pink himself shield them all from it? They were tricked and misguided surely!

Pink's fists came hurtling down into the snow in front of him as he let out several curses under his breath, pounding at the snow several times. Thankfully, the fluffy cold was cushioning his one hurt hand from pain. Instead the cold is almost coming to soothe it instead.

The cold was their only friend out here. Pink was abandoned by his family for a traitor instead. Tch.. that virus was likely just waiting outside the house for something like this to happen. And as soon as Pink was forced out, he would suddenly reappear safe and sound! That little [$#!%].

The thought almost sends Pink into another cold fury right there and then. Instead they push themselves up with a growl emanating from their throat. Where can he even go? He has access to his Kromer in his digital storage which all Addisons have the ability to pull from, but most inns or hotels are likely full due to the blizzard. Pink would also consider his tea shop but they don't have their keys on them, having left it in their jacket on the coat rack back in the house. 

So Pink gathers his current options. Get into a hotel or inn that has vacancy and likely even power from a generator, or break into his shop but have no power. While Pink was nearly immune to the cold, even their body has a limit, even if that limit is extremely hard to breach. Pink will not allow himself to die to his last and only friend.

Brushing the snow off themself and straightening his attire, Pink set off in a direction to start walking. If they kept going in this direction eventually he'd reach their shop and pass a few places to see if they had some vacancy.

So Pink walked and walked and after a while a single thought crossed their mind. What if he looked for Spam to bring that little virus back and be let back in? However, the consideration was quickly snuffed out the moment it appeared. Pink would not be crawling back to his family after the way he was treated. Even if he found that little [$#!%]. If anything, he'd take out a bit of revenge maybe on Spam instead.

When he reached the first hotel, he learned this one was fully booked and was turned away at the door, just his luck. So back into the deep snow they went back down the street. But the same happened with the next two hotels and when Pink left the last one, they let out a groan of annoyance. This is quite troublesome, a huge pain in the rump.

Maybe about another 10 minutes of walking and he'd reach his shop. But then the realization that he'd be staying there in the cold, alone and probably hungry for who knows how long this blizzard lasts— it was too much for Pink to handle as tears began to form and turn to ice just as quickly as they began to fall. 

Then a noise caught his attention. Footsteps? Someone was coming this way. They could not see him like this. Pink ducks down the closest alleyway and waits for the other darkner in the snow to pass. 

Instead of leaving right away, Pink felt an icy fury bubble back up in them once more. He should be at home with the others! Not cowering in some alleyway with a stupid dumpster! 

Pink delivers a hard kick to the dumpster in the alleyway in a blind rage. And although quiet, a small whimper follows the bang.

This immediately sends a spike of panic through Pink's code. Was that a child or a Tasque left out here? In this weather?! How could someone be so cruel? 

Intent on saving this possible darkner, Pink started searching around the outside of the dumpster bin but found no one. So then Pink looks at the dumpster lid with mild disgust. He dreads touching garbage but someone's life was potentially on the line! 

Taking a deep breath and bracing themself, they open the bin quickly only to see it wasn't full of trash- but rather quite empty. It took a moment to locate who was whimpering, a small figure huddled in the corner who was covered with a ratty and hole-filled blanket. It was far too dark to make out any features of this darkner but Pink could tell they were violently shaking from the cold.

“Hey, are you alright in there?” Pink tries calling out, but gets no response. How long have they been out here? 

Deciding to take the more direct route, they leaned into the thankfully not that filthy of a dumpster. Then with some minor effort he took the wrapped up darkner into his hands only to find no warmth in their tiny and overly light body. Pink also notices posters and pieces of paper littered on the sides, but the contents were far too dark to make out. In addition there seemed to be personal effects, odds, and ends. This did not distract Pink for long as all attention was re-routed back to the likely freezing to death darkner in his arms.

Said darkner made such a pitiful sound as they were pulled out by Pink.

“Hey, shh- I know it's cold out here and I don't give off heat but I'll find you somewhere better to huddle down in. You and me alright? My shop isn't too far and we can take cover there? Does that sound good hun?” Pink tries to soothe them, and then a bout of curiosity hits them. He should probably see what kind of darkner this is despite exposing them to the cold for a second was likely not good. It will only be a second- he just wanted to see their condition is all. They might need medical attention after all!

Carefully they move the blanket to the side just enough to see the darkner’s features. What they saw caused every bit of code that they were made up of to go into fight or flight instantly. In response, they immediately let go of the bundle while forcing themselves back against the wall.

The blanket fell off the small darkner, leaving the tiny Addison to fall into the cold snow with a thump. 

That- that is Spam!? What the [&#$%]!?!? What the [&#$%]!?!?

Their code was racing and they were glued to the wall in horror. Or was it disgust? Pink didn't even know in the moment as they stare down at the white Addison in the snow.

This one-sided silent standoff lasted what felt like forever as Pink kept flipping between emotions. Rage, disgust, hatred, and confusion all cycled in his mind. Why was the traitor here!? Was this a setup to make him pity them!? What trickery was this!? Why was his brother at the bottom of a random dumpster!? Why…?

Pink suddenly began to cycle through their memories of the past few days when Spam entered the house. Ratty clothes? Messy hair? Acting rabid? Very light? Why did he need his papers? Why do the others one by one, seem to suddenly become team Spam? There was something they all weren't telling him. What were they hiding from him? 

Stepping away from the wall, they cautiously approach the shivering form of an Addison in the snow and crouch down right beside the tiny body. 

In an almost foggy haze they pick up Spam by the back of his coat, if you could even call it that with how ripped and torn it was. They hold him up to investigate the other’s state. The first thing they notice is how the tiny Addison's eyes were frozen shut from what looks like tears that had turned to ice the moment they were created. Secondly, their small frame was racked with several static-filled glitches, but it seemed less violent than it could be. And thirdly, as Pink adjusts their grip to get a better look, did they notice just how cold and hard Spam felt in their hands, it was as if he had no-... wait. 

Pink's eyes open as a thumb comes to rub Spam's cheek ever so gently, feeling only porcelain bone. The shock of this revelation almost causes Pink to recoil and drop Spam once more, but they manage to just barely suppress the urge to.

 Oh—oh no… his baby brother… what? What happened? How is he alive? Something terrible must have happened to Spam. 

Pink with hesitation evident in his now shaky hands, slowly comes to embrace the tiny figure out of instinct as their mind scrambles to make sense of this.

It makes sense with a few things, but how is he alive? An injury as bad as this is almost always fatal. There was only one Addison who survived such a catastrophe, yet they didn’t live for long as it was only a month before they passed. So how long has Spam been like this?! What if he's dying right now.. [&#$%]!!!! The cold just might kill him first! He has no feathers for protection and has been out here for almost an hour if Pink's guess is right! [&#$%]!!!! [&#$%]!!!! [&#$%]!!!!

Pink quickly stands up, almost toppling over in the process in his rush and begins to shake his baby brother.

“Spam?... Spam!? Can you hear me? Say something to me!” Pink tries to get a response out of the frail darkner and yet silence is their only response. [$#!%]. This wasn't good. Pink knew he needed to get warm and quick.

Picking up the ratty blanket and wrapping it back around Spam to shield him from the wind the best they can. Heading back out into the snowy streets and looking both ways for a moment to consider their options. 

Should he go to their shop or back home? Their store would be closer, but there was no power. Home would be the best option because of Orange's fire magic yet it took him an hour or so to get here. But he was walking very slowly on his way here, as he was lost in thought for most of it. Debating for a split second, Pink made his decision for better or for worse, turning back the way he came from and taking off down the street.

Now Pink wasn't the most athletic of his family of Addison's, but in the moment that didn't matter. The adrenaline in their code was all they needed to keep running. In addition to the fact that Pink was refusing to process Spam being a living skeleton now at the moment. 

Pink's ankle suddenly twisted the wrong way mid-run and in the next moment, they were falling. Instinctively they turn slightly to land in the thankfully plush snow and not on his baby brother. Pink could feel his ankle throb with sharp pain that skyrockets up his now-injured leg. [&#$%], he didn't have time for this so he grit his teeth, beginning to pull his legs under him to shakily get back up. The pain of putting pressure on their ankle caused an inhale of air through their teeth. This only stopped Pink temporarily as they didn't have time to waste. Lifting their injured ankle slightly, they conjured ice to cover the appendage until it was encased in ice, partly easing the pain and also supporting it at the same time.

He needed to keep going.

“Spam, hang in there. Just a little further.” Pink spoke into the silently snowing air, mostly for themself to hear. They knew if they kept up their pace a little bit longer, maybe they could make it in time.

Taking a hesitant step forward they resume their sprint towards the house, finding the icy cast's weight and stability suitable enough. Although they couldn't stop their own tears that start to build from the cold seeping into even themself as well as from the pain and stress from the situation he found himself in.

Pink must keep going. He was getting closer but was starting to feel the burn from his code. But they swore that Spam had stopped shivering, so there was no slowing down.

They could see the turn down their street and in what felt like far too long, they were finally in view of the house. Not stopping until they almost ran right into the door. Did they hear yelling and indistinct arguing inside? 

Pink knocks on the door with urgency and waits and waits for far longer than he wanted to. Could they not hear him? Pink did not come this far to be stopped at the end. So they back up and brace themselves.

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Pink knocks on the door with urgency and waits and waits for far longer than he wanted to. Could they not hear him? Pink did not come this far to be stopped at the end. So they back up and brace themselves.

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-About an 1 hour and 30 minutes prior-

The minute after Pink was kicked out it was quiet, nobody spoke for a while. It was like they were frozen in the wake of a blizzard that was Pink.

No one could break the silence left behind, yet something had to give. And the first to break out of that frozen state was Blue, who collapses to her knees. A sob soon follows as Blue covers her face with their hands.

“Spamton…” They choke out between breaths of misery.

Orange and Yellow were quick to join Blue and embrace the blue Addison. Orange wanted to comfort them first but Yellow was quicker on the draw.

“Don't worry, he'll be fine. Pink will get it through their head and get his act together. Pink isn't the type to—” Yellow starts to say but Blue's voice cut through before he could finish. 

“How can you be sure!? Spamton will die out there! And you're relying on Pink!? The same Pink who was wanting to kick Spamton out the entire time!? We—we need to go out and search for ourselves!” Blue's piercing eyes glare through Yellow's code.

“Blue, you can't go out there. You know this. Out of all of us, you are more susceptible to the cold. You'll freeze within ten minutes at the maximum.” Yellow states firmly.

“Then go out there yourself! Or Orange! Please! We have to at least try to find him!” Blue pleads as she reaches out and grabs Yellow's shoulder tilting her head down.

Yellow sighs and wraps his arms around the sobbing Blue. “We need to trust that Spamton will come back or that Pink will return with him. At least for a little bit. If we go now, then it completely nullifies why we kicked out Pink in the first place.”

As Blue sobs louder, Orange finally manages to speak up.

“Blue, let’s give Pink a chance to redeem himself. If nothing comes of it, I—I will go out there alright? I don't like the idea of going out alone but, I promise I will try and find him. He's our brother, I'd like to show him how sorry I am for not sticking up for him in the past.” 

Suddenly the attention was on Orange and a jolt of anxiety shot through them as Blue sniffles then speaks.

 “Thank you, thank you so much Orange. You have to find him! Promise me you will!” She pleaded with her eyes showing nothing but a hopeful sadness.

“Blue, Orange can't promise that, and you know-” Yellow starts only for orange to cut in this time.

“I will try my best, that's what I'll promise…Sorry for cutting you off, that was rude of me.” Orange says despite the growing anxiety in their code.

“Thank you, and it's alright Orange. I know you are stressed about this so I'll forgive you. I'll forgive you too Blue, I don't think I can take being mad at you two at the moment” Yellow sighs as he lets go of Blue to run a hand through his feathers.

Blue remains silent this time, moving her hands to their lap. They clench their fists as tears continue to fall.

“Why don't we prepare a warm house for if—I mean, when Spam...Spamton- returns.” Yellow offers and Orange is the first to rise in response.

“I'll go get some blankets and increase the heat in here.” Orange says, already moving to hurry up the stairs. They pause, glancing back at the two Addisons. Wordlessly they turn back, resuming their climb up the stairs.

Once they reach the top they could already feel their legs threatening to give out, their breathing became uneven and labored. This was the real reason they offered to retrieve blankets. They barely made it to their room in time to collapse in front of their door. 

They felt like they couldn't breathe. The world was spinning. They felt all the pressure and anxiety finally spill over and out of them.

What ifs flood their code. What if they fail? What if Spamton is dead when they find them? What if they can't find them!? The thoughts became too much. They can't breathe. 

Their vision blurs. It looked like their vision was going through a tunnel. What if Spamton dies? Alone in the cold? Why didn't they try harder to show how sorry they were? This is all their fault. If they were just a bit better—defended Spamton better.. Maybe he would have felt safe enough to stay. And now it would be up to them or Pink to save Spamton from freezing to death. Orange knew Pink wasn't going to pull through. They just knew it. 

It was all up to them. And it was too much to handle. So like how a flame extinguishes when its oxygen is cut, Orange's code did the same as their vision went static and their arms gave out.

The next thing they knew they were being shook awake. 

“Orange….Orange! Wake up!” A voice was calling out to them, breaking through the constant static filled sound in their head. 

“Orange!!” A small zap enters into them causing their body to go into overdrive and jolting them upright.

With a gasping breath the fuzziness gradually leaves their vision, revealing a concerned Yellow sat beside them. Ah, they passed out. Again it seems 

 “How long has it been?” They ask Yellow, getting straight to the point.

“I think you've been up here awhile, I was with Blue until I realized that you hadn't come back down.” He said before rolling up his sleeve to check his pocket watch, squinting at it in the dark.

“I estimate that it's been about thirty-ish minutes, give or take ten minutes.” Yellow answered easily, but his eyes still held worry for Orange.

Orange furrows their brows at this information and sighing sadly they ask the burning question in their mind.

“Is Spamton back yet?”

Yellow immediately averted his eyes, preemptively giving away the answer. “No, Spamton and Pink both have not returned.”

Orange with a great amount of effort manages to stand, Yellow quickly moving to support them.

“I—I need to get out there.”

“Orange, you can barely stand. You need to recover your strength.” Yellow states, holding up Orange as they swayed slightly.

“Spamton doesn't have time for me to recover! He could be dying out there right now!” Orange rebukes as they turn down the stairs, using one hand to brace themselves on the wall. They're able to slowly walk down with Yellow's support.

Upon reaching the bottom they look around to try and spot Blue, not seeing her until they look towards the window Spamton originally left from. Blue was sitting at the chair, staring hopelessly into the snow.

Orange took a deep breath. In, and out. They had to do this. For Spamton, Blue, and Yellow. 

Nudging off Yellow's support they made their way to the coat rack, taking off their heavy brown jacket. It should help protect them slightly from the snow and give them more time to look.

Turning to give a final look at the two they pause, meeting eyes with Blue. Those pleading orange and yellow eyes met their pink and blue ones. Orange tries to pull a brave face to ease their worries, only for Blue to look away back towards the window. Orange turns to the door, unlocking it. And before their doubts can take hold, they step out into the crunchy snow.

“Please come back safe,” Yellow calls out from the doorway as Orange glances back at Yellow.

“I will try.” Was all they manage to say in response as they started heading deeper into the snow. Orange pauses, looking down the street for a moment. Where do they even start looking? Spamton only mentioned living in a garbage bin. Do they just check all of them in a large radius?

Footprints might help! They take a look and notice deep indents that would fit a small darkner like Spamton's form trying to get through the snow. 

Orange quickly begins to follow the trail and soon breaks off into a moderate jog, trying to regain some lost time from their earlier shut off.

They follow the trail diligently, heating their body as needed to adjust to the cold. As they reach a more traveled area, it suddenly becomes impossible to see where the trail continues or ends.

This is not a good sign. Maybe they can start checking alleyways now? They doubt Spamton would want to be seen by others. Surely they must've taken a back route.

They turn down the first alley they see and start to look around. Finding nothing, they move on until they find a similar looking trail. Overjoyed they quickly follow it. And soon they hear rustling. Yes! They had found Spamton! 

But when they cornered the rustling—instead of a white Addison, it was a large Tasque that mrrows at them.

All hope fizzled out immediately, just as behind him a darkner calls out at the entry of the alleyway. 

“Oh my gosh! You found my Mimi!” A plugboy says running up to Orange.

“Oh my goodness, thank you! She got outside an hour ago and I've been looking tirelessly! I was so worried she'd freeze outside!” The plug boy clipped a leash on the Tasque and turned to Orange.

“Thank you so much stranger!” He says before nudging the Tasque out of the alley and then hurrying off.

Orange had remained frozen the entire time during that exchange. They thought- they really thought they could find Spamton. They should have known that someone like them wouldn't be able to.

 They turn back to the street and step out into it, their head held low in defeat. What made them think they could be a hero? 

Wordlessly they turn back the way they came, heading back to the house with nothing to show for it.

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Upon reaching the door to the shared household they hesitate. They were coming back a failure. Was this how Spamton felt all the time? After never succeeding time and time again, coming home empty handed to a house full of expectations of hope and success? It hurt deep in their code. It made them feel frozen inside, as if entering the house was far too great of a task. How could they let Blue and Yellow down and destroy their hopes of finding Spamton again. They gave up so easily after all.

Regardless of how they felt, the door opens from the inside by the eldest Addison.

Orange did not look up at Yellow, keeping their gaze to the snow in shame.

No words were exchanged between them. And yet Yellow seemed to understand everything based on the arm that came to wrap around Orange, embracing them for a short moment.

“You did your best Orange, that's all we could ask for.” Yellow sighs as he led the younger inside the warm house.

Orange found themself unable to speak, so they instead remained blankly staring at the floor.

“Come Orange, lets get you to the couch.” Yellow continues to lead them deeper inside and sit them down.

“What do we do now?” Blue's voice asked from the kitchen.

“I don't think there is anything we can do right now.” Yellow replies as they wrap a blanket around Orange. 

“What!? We can't just give up!” Blue cries, their voice taking on a slight edge.

Orange finally looks up to see Yellow stepping away from them, rubbing his temple. 

“We don't have a choice Blue, I've told you this.” Yellow says curtly, sounding quite frustrated.

“Just let me look please!” Blue begs as she walks into the main room to face Yellow.

“You can't handle being outside long enough to look right now, Orange is about to shut down again and I know quite well I can't leave you two in a house together alone because you both are unstable mentally right now. I would most likely come back to an empty house.” He states matter of factly to Blue which sets her off.

“At least I'd be doing something! You are taking this far too unseriously Yellow! It's like you don't actually care about Spamton! He's out there freezing in the cold and you just are gonna give up!?” They threw her arms up as her voice began to raise, making Orange flinch but neither party noticed.

“What do you want me to do Blue!? I'm just trying to keep things together here, and maybe he doesn't even want to be found! Maybe he still harbors resentment from us, we weren't the best to him after all!” Yellow snaps back at Blue.

“Just listen to yourself right now! I don't even think you believe a word out of your own mouth! He loves and misses us so much. Something must have set him off to make him run away!” Blue counters putting her hands on her hips.

“Maybe it was because he felt smothered or overwhelmed by you!” Yellow accused and the air around him starts to crackle with electricity.

Orange just held their head in their hands as they started to sob quietly. Why? Why must they fight? They were both worried about Spamton's wellbeing so why fight over it? They just wanted the yelling to stop.

“Maybe it was because you and Pink were so cruel and mean to him when he came here! You were so easily manipulated by Pink and so ready to believe everything they said to you. You thought he was guilty the moment you saw him didn't you!” Blue does not back down, despite her tears that free flowed from her eyes at this point.

“Blue that's enough! If you won't stop arguing with me, go to your room instead because I don't want to hear it anymore!” Yellow snarls as the light above him began to flicker weakly as electricity fed into it from Yellow.

“You know far too well you can't order me around like that Yellow! And if I don't will you shock me huh!? You're angry because I'm right! You wanted Spamton to be a bad guy so you didn't have to feel your own guilt about turning your back on him after he finally got some success for once!” Blue stepped forward, Yellow stepping back in response.

Orange could tell things were about to get ugly really quick as tensions were as tight as a line of thread, and just as Yellow opened his mouth to yell once more…

CRASH! 

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