Lancer and his many dads and uncles, featuring a SwatchKaard outfit swap bc I just keep thinking the Swatch vest patterns just remind me of Fisher toys or squeaky buttons
I drew the funny Spam man for more internet clout points idk
EDIT: Fixed the left hand that I didn’t outline properly lmao….sadly the Swatch suit being flipped I can’t change as easily bc I made this art all in one layer + background layer LOL;;
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I decided to create a new Deltarune OC since my old ones are pretty much dead I’m so sorry for being a bad parent I promise I’ll revive them
Also because I desparately wanted to ship K_K with someone anyway because please they deserve love and I would die for them
So yeah, have an MP3 boyo because apparently that’s the best idea I could come out with ajdnn
[click for better quality pls Tumblr mobile hates me]
I also made a really rushed fanfic about how he met the three boys and since I kinda found out how to put a “read more” on Tumblr mobile, I’ll leave it down here
There may be a lot of spelling errors and shit I literally did this at 2am last night and I have a Chemistry test tomorrow please spare me
Also I’m not that good at writing characters that are not mine cuz it’s kinda difficult to keep them on canon without going wild or fucking everything up so hope I did it right jsjdns
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It was sort of a special day at the Queen’s Mansion. The Swatchlings announced the arrival of a special guest, a very special one, requested by the Queen herself. It doesn’t happen every day to receive a royal invitation!
As the doors opened, a curious fella walked in, he was what seemed to be an MP3 player, with 90s aesthetic clothing.
[Queen]“Ohohohoh! Here comes the boy! What was your name again?”
[MIDI]“The name’s MIDI m'lady! Heard ya wanted me to pay a visit for- somethin’- still dunno what kind of somethin’-”
[Queen]“I’ll tell you immediately. Swatch! Have you got those three already darling?”
[Swatch]“Of course my Queen”
Swatch then bowed, introducing the entrance of three little happy dudes. The first one looked like a teeny tiny speaker, with a small cap and a single yellow eye. The second one was a little shorter than the first. They seemed to be a some kind of boombox, with fancy, round sunglasses, a cap worn backwards and a blue hoodie.
Last but not least…
MIDI gasped a little at the sight of the third. They were really tall, maybe taller than the other two put together. Their body was formed by two boomboxes put together. One was the chest, white, with two big speakers. The other one was the head, green, with two big black eyes and tiny yellow pupils instead of the other two speakers. Their pants were also green. While the little dudes were noisy, jamming over their own music, the third was, instead, really chill, but still cheerful and supportive towards the other two. They had something… “special”, but MIDI didn’t know what that meant…
The little speaker was the first to notice MIDI standing there and exclaimed “Yo! Who’s that fancy guy over there!” The other two started staring curiously at the “fancy guy” as the Queen cleared her throat with a sip of battery acid to respond to the question.
[Queen]“Sweet, Cap'n, K_K, I present you…”
“Your replacement!”
Everyone was shocked, especially MIDI, who immediately opposed.
[MIDI]“Ayo what!? I didn’t know any of this! I didn’t know you already had musicians!”
[Queen]“Ohohoho! Because I don’t! At least since now. These little WALL-E ripoffs will now be imprisoned and you’ll be my musician as we stated yesterday! Isn’t it wonderful?”
[MIDI]“What!? Wonderful!? Of course not! I ain’t goin’ to steal someone else’s job!”
[Sweet]“Hah yeah! Plus, we sure have better beats than tha–”
[Queen]“Sweet. Honey. Darling. Shut up ^v^”
The Queen then made a smooth, royal gesture, as an OK to the Swatchlings to take the three to bring them in their cell. As those huge guards approached the three, Sweet and Cap'n immediately ran behind K_K.
[Cap'n]“H-Hey! Come on! There must be another way!”
[Sweet]“Yeah! W-We can do better! Give us another chance!”
No response from the Queen. The Swatchlings tried to grab Sweet and Cap'n, but K_K quickly put themselves on the way to prevent it.
[K_K]“D-Don’t come any clos–”!!!
They didn’t even let them finish, that a Swatchling lifts them up and squeeze them hard to block them.
[K_K]“OW! Put me down!”
[MIDI]“HEY! STOP!”
MIDI went to the rescue, attacking the Swatchling until he dropped K_K. MIDI ran to catch them and held them close to him to protect them. He then turned to the Queen defiantly.
[Queen]“MIDI! Sweetie. Honey. Darling. Why be so disobedient!”
[MIDI]“If going on your side means hurting these fellas then I’m sorry…”
He then held K_K closer. For some reason. K_K is highly confused, and embarrassed, but safe.. they don’t seem to dislike it at all…
[MIDI]“…I won’t take the deal”
[ * MIDI casts SOUND EQUALIZER!]
[ * The enemies are now blocked by 4 huge sounds equalizer walls. For how long? I don’t fucking know ]
MIDI held K_K’s hand for some reason and started running out of the Mansion, heading to the Thrash Zone.
[Sweet]“Hey! Wait for us!”
[Cap'n]“Yeah! What’s all this runnin’ all of a sudden! I wasn’t ready!”
Once arrived to a safe place, the four could finally stop and metaphorically breathe a big sigh of relief.
[MIDI]“Woah- that was a pretty crazy run wasn’t it? Never ran so fast in my life!”
[Sweet]“Yeah but you still could’ve ran slower! I couldn’t even catch you!”
[Cap'n]“Sucks to have short legs, doesn’t it?”
[Sweet]“Hey!”
And so the two started fighting- Still no response from K_K, who was just staring at their hand still squeezing MIDI’s. When MIDI noticed, he gently let go, embarrassed.
[MIDI]“A- Sorry that was embarrassing- I’m MIDI by the way, couldn’t have the chance to introduce myself properly. And- Uhm- you are?”
[K_K]“K_K! It’s the short for Cakes”
[MIDI]“K_K…”
[K_K]“Yup?”
[MIDI]“Oh nono- nothin’ I was just- being sure I understood it right- I-I don’t want to forget it- Memory plays tricks most of the time if y'know what I mean! Hahah-…”
MIDI shyly nudges K_K’s shoulder then stops, even more embarrassed than before. “Damn what the fuck were you thinking MIDI! That punchline was terrible!” He thought.
K_K exploded in a joyful laughter right after, which brought a smile on MIDI’s face. It was… simply adorable…
[K_K]“You’re so silly! You should come with us!”
Sweet and Cap'n stopped fighting as soon as they heard K_K’s words.
[Sweet]“Him!?With us?”
[Cap'n]“Wasn’t he tryin’ to steal our job or somethin’ a few minutes ago?”
[MIDI]“Oh nono! I never wanted to! I would never! Plus, y'all seem like a nice gang!
K_K clapped their hands happy and stared at Sweet with big puppy eyes waiting for a confirm.
[Sweet]"Oh well, if you put it like thatthen,welcome to the good side!”
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”.
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”.
OR
- 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!!
I know it’s not likely but I will continue to think of my “Mike is Swatch” idea because of the potential it has. More on this later once I get it all written down!!
I wanted to draw something showing off details from spamton’s life and ended up with this. We have all versions of him, the Addisons and Swatch. I wanted to include a few other characters but I didn’t want this to look to chaotic so I didn’t add them.
