// uh oh, trouble in paradise! Angst, in MY wholesome crackship?? It's more likely than you think

I did intend for them both to just be really happy with each other in this AU... but there's an inherent power imbalance to being in someone else's world.

< followed him back into the pizzeria.

Neither of them knew it yet, but this was the start of something truly wonderful.

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And then they made out or something idk

< I ACCEPT UR [Terms And Conditions]."

The little man was almost vibrating with excitement.

William just slowly shook his head, mildly amused at whatever the hell was happening.

"I suppose you should come in then. So we can begin talking blueprints."

Spamton nodded like a bobblehead and >

"Hey."

Spamton looked up at him, his pupils hidden by static.

"I could make a robot to replace the previous one you had. But please stop living in my bin."

Spamton immediately leapt to his feet, offering his hand. William leant down to shake it.

"[[YES YES YES]] I CAN [Becomed Neo] AGAIN! >

< bag he had dropped, before throwing it into the dumpster.

Spamton was just sitting on the ground at that point, staring aimlessly with... was that literally static in his eyes- glasses- whatever?

William was not a kind man. But there was something so pathetic about the man moping like a sad dog.

< DA RK [[World's Greatest !]]. WHERE THE [50% Off!] AM I???"

William blinked again, and this time lowered the knife, returning it to his pocket. Spamton was a little crazy maybe... but he didn't seem to be a threat.

Instead, he started the horrific chore of shoving stuff back into the trash >

< ROBOT. I [Failure] TO REACH [[H E A V E N]] BUT I STILL [Smooth Taste] OF GO D."

He drooped a little then, his excited expression turning into a sullen gaze at the floor... or William's shoes. They were actually pretty nice shoes.

"I'LL [Never again] FEEL THAT. I"LL [Never again] EVEN SEE THE >

"ROBOTS???"

Spamton started to vibrate in the bin, and instead crawled over the edge and landed on the ground with a satisfying plop. He ran over to William, staring up at him with wide, interested eyes. And then he started to ramble.

"I [Becomed Neo] ONCE AND I WAS A [Hot Singles In Your Area!] >

He had no reason to answer the question. Hell, he had plenty of reason NOT to answer this dumpster dwelling man who spoke like a poorly edited video, not that he knew what that was because YouTube wasn't a thing yet.

But still.

"William Afton, CEO of Fazbear Entertainment. Maker of robots and-"

"[Howdy]! I'M SPAMTON. SPAMTON [The] SPAMTON."

William blinked, slowly raising his knife towards this 'Spamton'. "Well alright then. But why are you in my bin?"

"IT'S MY [Home Sweet Home] [Now and Then]. WHO ARE U?"

< his trusty pocket knife. Not as big as he preferred, of course, but it would do.

The figure - much smaller than he first thought - jumped up to hang onto the edge of the dumpster, holding himself up by the arms with all the grace of a child who couldn't reach the bottom of a swimming pool.

#puppetkiller #spilliamspafton
I forgot to tag them originally

< have brought a torch or something. The streetlight barely reached this far. Still, as he finally reached the dumpster and opened the lid, he could tell the shape in the darkness was undeniably a person.

He dropped the trash bag, its contents spilling out - dammit - and immediately reached for >

Alternative ship name because it's funny: Spilliam Spafton

#spilliamspafton (because why not, let's make a tag)

( ...Tenna and Henry bond over their crazy ex-husbands/business partners/it's complicated.)

And then there's the obvious continuation from William Afton x Spamton to Springtrap x Spamton Neo, and I love that too.

And once he finds out about it, Spamton would LOVE to be springlocked. Become one with a powerful animatronic body? Basically immortal? Yes please.

Okay but genuinely. A failed businessman who ends up with their consciousness in a robot body and has no qualms about killing kids? And then there's William. They have so much in common.