I bet there’s already like 10 different versions of this guy floating around, but here’s my Spamton and Swatch fusion.
Their name is Tint and uh. They don’t have much lore if we’re being honest. All I know is that they’re stressed and probably way too worried about doing anything wrong. Like they’ll put a fork on the wrong side while arranging the silverware and go “[OH GOD] I’m a [FAILURE] I’m definitely gonna lose my job for this”.
(I don’t really know how tumblr works yet, I just came here because I like making silly little deltarune fusions and apparently there are lots of people here who do that too so yeah)
Anyway here’s the guy who started it all: Pleonasm K. Paroxysm! The Shakespearean Scammer himself! The fusion of Spamton and Rouxls Kaard who has no reason to exist but there he is anyway.
Summer is here for me and now that I have more time I’m going to make some new merchandise! First off will be some Spamton stickers and magnets. They are both 3x3 inches big and will be perfect for any fan! Right now I’ll be accepting pre orders. 5/23/2022 will be they day everything ships out!
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If you are interested please feel free to send me a DM.
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Preferred method of pay is Venmo but PayPal is also available.
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If you live outside the US I will be putting this on RedBubble after 5/23. I just think the quality of their stickers aren’t that great… so I want to be able to give you all good quality stickers that won’t peel off or get gross over time.
A banquet full of foods and plenty of drinks- both containing and lacking in acid- was set out before Spamton. Though he needed extra height upon his chair in order to reach anything, the Swatchlings were more than accommodating to the oddly short Addison. Excitable ‘thank you’s were given to each helper, though this feast was more than just a welcoming party for such a BIG SHOT- it was also an introductory party for Spamton to introduce himself to all of the staff he would be working with. As a salesman who made pitch after pitch to get himself up here, with more than a bit of help along the way, a few more first impressions wouldn’t be that much of a stressor on the Addison’s mind! Or… They shouldn’t.
In truth, if Spamton were to count the number of times he’s avoided saying something by setting a slice of non-battery acid pie into his mouth, or sipping from his orange-colored- and flavored- tea… He would have more than he could count on both of his hands! Over the phone or through some sort of video call- sure, he could handle himself fine! But this? In-person? It was a whole new beast! At a whole new feast! The awkward laughs he had to attempt to force into a genuine sound, the small talk that he just couldn’t stand, the unpredictability of another’s actions and needing to adjust and 'read’ the expressions to remember what they would mean for later- Ah, it was all so stressful! It also didn’t help his attire still held the same look as any other Addison out there, just… snipped up to be smaller.
Tasque Manager’s orderly nature was nice, though that quite literally shocking weapon and her ability to use it was more than enough of a stressor for the Addison to know not to get on her bad side. The Swatchlings were loyal and loving creatures, somehow the most complex to read since their colors could mean multiple things. Was the red anger? Blush? Embarrassment? There are so many things one color could mean! There was a consideration of getting a look that was lacking in colors, just to avoid the same confusion- even if he wasn’t a Swatchling. The Queen? Ah, what a blast to be around, though this pompous and energetic nature- as well as the power she held- was too much for Spamton to handle for long. What was once a lively conversation about how batteries should always come in liquid form quickly spiraled into being offered a bath in the acid lake… to which Spamton humbly declined.
The banquet seemed to go on and on and on…! Was there no end to the denizens of this place that he needed to know? The living advert nervously chuckled to himself as he allowed a Swatchling to switch out his orange color-flavored tea to something more relaxing- a nice blue color-flavored tea. It smelled faintly of blueberries- a scent that accidentally got into his nose. It was so long, he always needed to take caution in sipping from things as to not dip his nose in it! And lo and behold, there he goes! Tea on his nose!
But there was one more individual that Spamton had heard in passing… One that instructed all the Swatchlings… What was their name again? Drying his nose off with a napkin, the Addison would watch with tired eyes behind glimmering glasses as the door at the other end of the table would open. “COME IN, COME IN!” The short one would force chipperness into his voice, though it crackled with static of how much effort it took to keep himself going so 'happily’. “FEEL [FREE OF CHARGE] TO SIT [WHEREVER IT’S MOST CONVENIENT FOR YOU AND YOUR FAMILY]!”
It would take a moment for the advert to see anyone, no thanks to the large megabyte-sized cake that was sat at the very center of the table. Only a few slices had been taken out of it… Spam hoped it wouldn’t be wasted- or at least it would be taken to the trash for other lost ones like how he once was. And though he had not yet seen who this visitor was, the cooing voice that spoke up brought ease to his weary code, doubly with the message they had to share. “I have no need to sit, Master Spamton… We will not remain here for much longer, as I am the last you are required to see.” Oh, thank [HEAVEN] he wouldn’t have to be here for much longer.
“THAT’S [F-F-FANTASTIC!] THESE [CRACKING BONES] OF MINE HAVE BEEN WAITING TO GET SOME [REST EASY FOR ONLY $29.99 A NIGHT]!” Spamton would speak with a hearty chuckle, leaning to the side to try and catch a glimpse of the approaching individual. And to his surprise, the one that he spotted was… Such a sight! Black and white attire, colored glasses that rested upon such a long nose- which was a beak, he quickly noted- and fluffed feathers that seemed to be combed back to a perfect took. He… Was quite jealous of such a look.
“I understand that all of this must have taken a toll on you, so we can keep introductions short if you wish.” Spamton wasn’t sure if he was nodding as an answer or simply due to being enamored with this avian’s aesthetic. It was just so… Striking! Bold! [ADJECTIVE]! “Right, allow me to introduce myself first… As I already have surmised quite a bit about you.” A voice as smooth as a song made of silk… Such a contrast to the chirping of the other Swatchlings he’s heard from.
“I am Mike Swatch, though you may address me however you see fit, Master Spamton.” “JUST CALL ME SPAM- SPAMTON! WITHOUT THE [UNCONTROLLABLE STUTTERING WHEN CARRYING OUT A CASUAL CONVERSATION?], OF COURSE! HOWZ ABOUT I CALL YOU MIKEY?” “Quite the unique nickname, Spamton… I accept.” “WONDERFUL! SO YOU’RE THE [HEAD HONCHO] OF THE SWATCHLINGS, [AIN'TCHA]?” “Indeed, sir.” Mike’s glasses seemed to cool from their orange and yellow to more of a blue and cyan. Spamton wished he knew what that meant, but all he could do was observe and hope that this conversation would end sooner than later. As much as his fascination with this birdperson was able to ward off some of his drowsiness, he could still feel his coding attempting to go into sleep mode. “YOU RAISE SOME GREAT FEATHERED FRIENDS WITH WHATEVER [AFFORDABLE GROW-UP PLAN] YOU’RE PUTTING THEM THROUGH! I APPLAUD YOU! YOU AND YOUR [SURE TO SWEEP THAT SPECIL SOMEONE OFF THEIR FEET] STYLE SURE ARE GOING PLACES!!” “Ah? Why thank you. Your products, too, have caused quite the stir in all of Cyber City. The automobile market has been booming since you brought it back with all your new makes and models. If I may be somewhat informal, I would say one of your best inclusions is the cupholders.”
“OF COURSE, OF COURSE! LEAVE IT TO YOUR [BRAND SPANKIN’ NEW] PAL SPAMTON TO MAKE AN INDUSTRY [LITERALLY EXPLODE] IN POPULARITY!” With a laugh, the Addison would narrowly lose his glasses, a cheap and broken pair he’s kept with him for who knows how long. In his tiredness, they had dropped from his face… but a certain avian was thankfully right in front of him- able to catch it in their feathered hand in one fell swoop. “Oh dear, Spamton… It seems that you have been holding out here for even longer than my Swatchlings said you have been… Are you fully conscious at this moment?” The swaying in his chair that Mike observed seemed to show otherwise, which was given some sort of jumbled admittance. Perhaps he was too embarrassed to admit to being tired in front of someone that was deemed so 'important’?
With a caring smile, Mike would pick up the sleepy Addison and gently place him over their shoulder. “Let us get you back to your room…” A suit warmed by the feathers underneath it… And the ones that strayed from being under such luxurious cloth that happened to rub against Spamton were softer than any bedsheets he’d laid upon… Then again, he’d only ever laid upon torn up, tattered, and trashed ones until recently. This was… Somewhat embarrassing! Being picked up and carried around by the head butler that he had just met, but-! Perhaps he overestimated his ability to stay awake! The warmth Spamton felt upon his exhausted mannequin-like body was practically enough to set him to sleep right then and there. He would at least have to thank Mikey for this, since they truly didn’t need to- “Perhaps tomorrow… We can set you up with some new glasses.” They would do that… for him? “If there is enough time, perhaps an entirely new outfit is in order. Those tattered robes make you look like a little sponge covered in used wash rags…” Little… sponge? Haha. He liked the sound of that, even if it wasn’t meant as a compliment. And a- a new outfit to boot? Well, more like to reboot into… Being a BIG SHOT means BIG CHANGES, after all! Though at this moment, as Spamton could barely register that his little body had been plucked up and placed onto somewhere just as soft as Swatch’s shoulder…
So!! “Mike is Swatch”, right? Now what connections do we have between Swatch and Spamton, and what evidence is there to “prove” that Swatch could be Mike? [ALSO SPOILER WARNING. IF YOU HAVEN’T PLAYED CHAPTER 2 PLEASE DO SO BEFORE READING THIS.]
- Spamton and Swatch sell the same items, with Spamton selling weathered, trashed versions of Swatch’s.
- Swatch acknowledges the existence of those that attempt to “copy his look”, which implicitly references Spamton. (However he seems distant towards Spamton, the Basement, and Spamton NEO.)
- Spamton never mentions Swatch specifically, but mentions someone named Mike- claiming that they’re “a criminal” and not to “believe what you see on TV”
- Swatch and the Swatchlings are based around colors, and are likely in reference to MS Paint- a colorful art software- since Swatch mentions how he attempted to help create a Lightner’s dream with “splashing color”. Swatch also has colored patches on his right and a single-colored color wheel on his left. MS, in this context, could stand for Mike Swatch.
I would like to give the idea that Swatch and Mike are the same person, albeit with some tampering done so that there’s a disconnect between the person that is “Swatch” and the person that is “Mike”.
Going back to Spamton’s Big Shot days, Swatch would still be the head butler even back then- going by the name “Mike”. Spamton would know Mike very well considering he used to have a room in the Queen’s Mansion and all. The two very well could have been buddy-buddy, considering imitation is a form of flattery and Spamton sure does try to imitate Mike’s aesthetic. (Or, if you wanna be spicy, perhaps it’s Mike that imitates Spamton.) The basement is likely knowledge that only Mike/Swatch and Spamton have, as they’re the only two people to acknowledge it, with Swatch denying its existence but implying that it’s bothering the other customers.
When Spamton’s tragedy kicks in, sales dropping and his shining moments burning out, Mike- as the head butler- would have to have the Swatchlings and himself carry away everything that Spamton has from the room of someone Mike’s become so well acquainted with. It feels like betrayal on Spamton’s part, where someone he admired so much was kicking him out of house and home. This is where Spamton’s dialogue of him begging people to stop taking furniture out of his room comes in.
Now here’s where things get a bit messy!! Spamton gets literally trashed, Mike has a guilty conscience over getting rid of a good friend, and… There are a few things done behind the scenes with the one from the infamous phone call. There are two ways to go about it:
- Mike abandons his “old self” as “Mike” and becomes the Swatch we know today, distancing himself from everything that went on with Spamton. This distance eventually shifts into contempt for the ex-Big Shot, possibly made worse by the fact he’s seen Spamton’s state decay into becoming a “crooked salesman”.
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- Gaster (or whoever was manipulating things from the other end of Spamton’s call), had a grip on those close to Spamton and not just the Big Shot himself. This connection that Spamton had with Mike allowed Gaster to tamper with Mike to suppress, alter, and/or delete memories that Mike had with Spamton, thus in a way “creating” Swatch. This can also go a step further and have Spamton undergo a similar treatment, but Spamton still has memories of Mike in his corrupted data- whereas Swatch has no memories of Mike whatsoever.
There’s a lot of fluff details that I’ve thought of between the two- be it revolving around this interpretation or otherwise- but these are the main points I wanted to make!! Obviously, I don’t think this is the True or Canon way the story between these two played out, but I still think it’s neat!! And maybe y'all will think it’s neat, too!!
So I had a dream about a Brick Bonus “Route” last night and I wanna share it with more than my close friends so (SPOILERS?):
At the start of Chapter 2, when you get to Castle Town, you’d release Jevil from your party (toss whatever item you have from Jevil) and he would go flying and laughing off to the left towards that large cliff. Do Chapter 2 as normal, no Strange Route, and recruit Spamton. When you get back to Castle Town at the end of Chapter 2, release Spamton as well, and he too will go flying to the left. Head over to the left side and you’ll find that Spamton was going to set up shop there, but Jevil already is preoccupying the space in a brick house. Well, less of a house, more of a brick crate with a hole in it where Jevil can be “free” again. Spamton remarks how utterly preposterous it is and how he hasn’t [ACCEPTED THE TRUTH] yet.
So Spamton tasks the player to go find other bricks to break down the brick house. Stronger bricks. METAL bricks. So, the player goes around and asks for bricks from the other residences. Depending on the recruited monsters you have, (even if you only have Chapter 1 recruits), you’ll receive different bricks to throw at the brick house, typically relating to what the recruit is (like a diamond brick from Rudinn, Heart-Pained brick from Hathy, etc. etc.). After gathering up however many bricks, you go back to hand them to Spamton, who can be seen punching the house as Jevil peers through the singular hole in there to laugh at him. Once Spamton has the bricks, he proceeds to throw them at the house, effectively breaking it open.
Jevil’s laughter stops then and there, and Spamton starts instead. Spamton rushes into the brick house and tries to shove Jevil out, but neither will budge. The player will be prompted with a decision: To help Jevil or help Spamton. No matter what’s chosen, the player will be told ‘Maybe they should be left alone instead’. There’s nothing left to do but leave the screen and come right back, to which the player will find the two of them yelling at each other about FREEDOM, challenging each other’s ideologies and such. Spamton tries talking Jevil into the fact that none of them are BUY ONE GET ONE FREE, and Jevil retorts that the only freedom he had was pretty much DESTROYED because of the salesman. A battle engages, where you pretty much have to beat down both of them. (Or at least in my route I did???) Whoever gets beaten down first will laugh at the other and not even attack, but the sparing option wasn’t available after one was down, it seemed like.
The player collects them up afterward, but they’re broken and need to be taken to the repair shop. Take them there, repair them, and the stats are just One Higher than they are usually, but they have an extra buff to them; Jevil’s buff is “Pitiful!” and Spamton’s buff is “WE DON’T NEED [KNIFE]!” (Spamton’s goes out of the text box it’s supposed to be in). The player can no longer equip the two items on the same person, or else they will be prompted with “Maybe once we’re all free…” instead of actually equipping them.
![DON’T YOU WANNA BE A [BIG SHOT]?](https://64.media.tumblr.com/441b4c5aac1d072d14ed52f9e8419d16/6c4aefd84c305edd-bc/s1280x1920/f9f8baff29fc78fe726e30cc107a86bffd3dc129.jpg "DON’T YOU WANNA BE A [BIG SHOT]?")
