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Cooper has been living in Cyber City alone for about a year. As a son of Dr. Gaster, family is a very important connection in the world. Cooper continues to stay in contact with his brothers, but does enjoy his alone time and independence.
Just like every other Spamton fic in the world, Cooper walks home; taking a shortcut through a dark alleyway. Cooper isn't afraid, sans defense lessons engrained deep in his skull. Cooper fiddles on his phone, sending shitty memes to Papyrus' Undernet account; just to fuck with him. A crashing sound in a trashy alleyway would usually cause a normal person some sort of response, but cooper is still absentmindedly walking.
"HEY EVERY-"
"shit-!" Cooper trips over a lump, shrouded in darkness and filth. A tinge of pain blossoms in Cooper's skull, his tibia hanging over the inconvenient object. Something shuffles beneath cooper's legs, slipping out under his weight. Cooper sits up, wiping the grime off of his hands on his shorts.
"ARE YOU [[OKAY]] [[??]]" A robotic voice stutters out behind cooper; turning around, cooper gazes upon the small man. His dirty yet sleek white face is covered in black sludge, his small hands fidgeting in-front of his shitty ripped black suit. Cooper's face rises in heat, but quickly notices that the sludge is coming from a large gash right above the small mans hairline, his mullet somewhat frazzled from the fall.
"i'm okay- but what about you?" Cooper shifts to hold the small mans head in his skeletal hands, his heterochromatic eyelights focused on the wound. The salesman jitters, his face a deepening red.
"H-HEY! KEEP YOUR [[grubby]] HANDS OFF THE [[merchandise]]!!" The man stutters out, slipping out of cooper's grip.
"you're hurt!" cooper sighs, kneeling above the man. "whats your name, sir?" the question excites the man, any attention to himself being welcomed.
"S-SPAMTON G SPAMTON!" he yells out, a glitched laugh rising in his throat. Cooper laughs, resting his hand on Spamton's shoulder.
"spamton, you're injured. how about you come to my place so i can fix you up? free of charge." cooper smiles, "afterwards i can walk you home myself." spamton's smile loosens slightly, his glasses shifting to static for a moment, before looking back at the skeleton.
"O-OKAY. YOU MAY FIX MY [[injured? CALL NOW!]] BUT THERE IS NO NEED TO [[walking sticks for 4.99]] ME [[home buyer's special!]] AS I LIVE IN A [[dumpster]]" cooper stops for a moment.
"you.. live in a garbage can?" Spamton nods, his eyes faltering to the ground. "shit man- how about you stay at my place? At least for the night; please? I don't think I could handle bringing you back to a dump after hurting you like this.." Spamton smiles;
"YOUR [[generocity]] IS NOTED DEAR CUSTOMER. I WILL TAKE YOUR [[homestuck]] OFFER." cooper lifts himself to his feet offering spamton a ride on his shoulders, the salesman looking exhausted enough. It's a short walk home, but cooper enjoys the midnight company of the strange man; usually, he would be wary of a random hobo on the street, but this man somewhat reminds him of himself, when he first showed up at his brothers; lost and alone. Cooper decided to repay his brother's kindness by helping another monster.