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"YOU LITTLE SHIT! YOU BELIEVE IN EVERYTHING!!!"

Spade kicked Lancer across the bailey, he was kicking him through the castle ever since he stepped out of his cell at the dungeon.

"This is why I prefer to be a bad guy, the only way I'd fail, is if I get truly outsmarted by the enemy, "good guys" are too quick to forgive! WELL, I FUCKING DON'T!!!!"

The King picked up Lancer forcing him to face his furious grimace.
"D-Dad, please..."

"You're a fool, Lancer. You believed I was sincere when I said I was sorry. Allow me to show you what you're supposed to do with filthy vermin that beg your forgiveness. Such as you."

With that, Spade squeezed his son painfully, forcing a whine out of him.

"SHUT UP! I HATE YOUR PATHETIC WHIMPERS!!!"

Before Spade would smash the tiny body onto the ground with all his strength, a voice interrupted him.
"Hey."
Spade turned around to see Sprog standing nearby.
"And how did you get in here?" Spade asked.
Sprog said nothing.
He grimaced at the King with a look of cold resentment.
Sprog slowly brought his hands together and cracked his fists.
A sickening noise that echoed in the darkness.

"You. Let that child go."

"Hah! Who, this little shit? I will crush him into a pulp!" Spade laughed, sinking his fingernails into Lancer.
That was his final, awful mistake that he foolishly believed to be a display of power.

"ooooOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!"
An aura of light formed around Sprog's body ripping his hoodie and jacket off and he let out a yell while the energy of his pure rage focused to be unleashed on the fool who provoked it.

"aaaAAAAATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATA"

Without any time to realize what was even happening, Spade was tempested by Sprog's impossibly fast punches. He couldn't move a single muscle to move away, every single fiber of his body was currently being squashed over and over by that endless showering of punches. Each punch delivered deeper and piercing stings of pain, almost directly into the King's nervous system under his thick mass.
"TATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATAH!
UUUUUUA TAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"
Sprog yelled out while delivering a final blow straight into Spade's muzzle, squirting blood from every crack of his now ripped up flesh.
Only then Spade's body was able to move, in order to collapse.
His hands let go of Lancer, who fell into Sprog's waiting arms.
The last thing Lancer felt before losing his senses was the ground trembling after the fall of his huge father.
Spade was though.
He recovered from all those blows quickly, there was a reason why the Knight picked him over the other Kings of the Dark World, because a mere beating wasn't enough to put him down.
Slowly but painfully, Spade got up, spat out some blood and began to move towards the mutt that was taking his son away.

"Ha ha... you thought that little stunt could stop me?"

Each step was painful for Spade, but he slowly moved faster towards his target, conjuring up all the rage he could. Sprog stopped walking.

"YOUR PUNCHES WOULDN'T EVEN HURT A MOSQUITO! I WILL SHOW YOU HOW TO KILL A FUCKER!!!" Spade furiously roared bringing both of his fists up.

Sprog didn't move.
He didn't react at that incoming attack.
Neither did he attempt to throw Lancer aside in a sorry display of heroic sacrifice.
The complete opposite of Spade's enraged mass of fat, muscles and blind fury is what Sprog did as he only limited himself to utter a sentence in the coldest tone to that bag of shit behind him that he didn't want to face or see ever again, addressing to Spade for the last time forever:
"...You're already dead."

"WHAT?"

Spade blurted out, confused yet amused by that unexpected stupidity his puny enemy muttered.

But then it began.
The cocky amusement harshly shifted into the last sensation the King would ever feel: pain.
A pain like no other Spade felt before, and would never again for the rest of eternity.

Spade froze as half of his head began to expand, the warmth of his body becoming atrociously hot as various bulges of flesh throbbed out of his furry body and ballooned his skin underneath the cloth.
The worst part of it all was that Spade was perfectly conscious despite his brain growing three times its size, he still thought and thus perfectly experienced his left eye slowly coming out of its socket, and every single painful sting of energy that was utterly destroying his body from the inside.

The jaws of his belly struggled to keep themselves shut with all the blood, muscles and guts that were violently trying to erupt.
It was happening fast, but the pain was so atrociously unique that Spade felt like he was stuck forever in some sort of endless sick punishment the devils from Hell would subject the damned to, he frantically wondered just how much it could stretch before failing.

"WHAT DID YOU D-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

It did not take a long to find out, as Spade's head finally exploded into a bloody mess after he howled that question with his dying breath. His grotesquely swelled body burst sideways due to the jaws keeping themselves shut. Blood, pieces of flesh and guts spread all over the ground while a final burst of energy wiped away Spade's body completely into thin particles.

Prince Ralsei arrived at the castle just as a shirtless Sprog carrying Lancer walked out.

"Is Lancer alright?! Kaard told me he freed the Kin--"

"Tend his wounds" Sprog interrupted him, handing over the unconscious, battered prince of Spades to the young Darkner goat.

"...And I wouldn't walk into the castle until they've had a chance to mop the floors."

TL;DR
Sprog: Let Lancer go.
Spade: lol Nope.
Sprog: youtu.be/405MkCQ-478?t=172

Didn't mean to write this whole thing, but I kinda felt compelled to instead of just saying "Hey, so Dark World Sprog is kinda like Kenshiro from Fist of the North Star, so have this, LOL"
Like I said in the past and I'll say again, I can't wait to do a doodle dump about Sprog in the Dark World doing stuff.
UPDATE: and I've come up with a whole story/Deltatrune AU, in it I imagine King Spade being a main villain, therefore he DOESN'T get killed by Sporg like this, in fact when I'll come up with a good defeat, I don't think it'll even involve Sprog. This isn't 'canon' with my story, it was just done as a showcase and to vent some of the spite I have for him lol

Sprog (c) me
Deltarune (c) Toby Fox

Description

"YOU LITTLE SHIT! YOU BELIEVE IN EVERYTHING!!!"

Spade kicked Lancer across the bailey, he was kicking him through the castle ever since he stepped out of his cell at the dungeon.

"This is why I prefer to be a bad guy, the only way I'd fail, is if I get truly outsmarted by the enemy, "good guys" are too quick to forgive! WELL, I FUCKING DON'T!!!!"

The King picked up Lancer forcing him to face his furious grimace.
"D-Dad, please..."

"You're a fool, Lancer. You believed I was sincere when I said I was sorry. Allow me to show you what you're supposed to do with filthy vermin that beg your forgiveness. Such as you."

With that, Spade squeezed his son painfully, forcing a whine out of him.

"SHUT UP! I HATE YOUR PATHETIC WHIMPERS!!!"

Before Spade would smash the tiny body onto the ground with all his strength, a voice interrupted him.
"Hey."
Spade turned around to see Sprog standing nearby.
"And how did you get in here?" Spade asked.
Sprog said nothing.
He grimaced at the King with a look of cold resentment.
Sprog slowly brought his hands together and cracked his fists.
A sickening noise that echoed in the darkness.

"You. Let that child go."

"Hah! Who, this little shit? I will crush him into a pulp!" Spade laughed, sinking his fingernails into Lancer.
That was his final, awful mistake that he foolishly believed to be a display of power.

"ooooOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!"
An aura of light formed around Sprog's body ripping his hoodie and jacket off and he let out a yell while the energy of his pure rage focused to be unleashed on the fool who provoked it.

"aaaAAAAATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATA"

Without any time to realize what was even happening, Spade was tempested by Sprog's impossibly fast punches. He couldn't move a single muscle to move away, every single fiber of his body was currently being squashed over and over by that endless showering of punches. Each punch delivered deeper and piercing stings of pain, almost directly into the King's nervous system under his thick mass.
"TATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATAH!
UUUUUUA TAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"
Sprog yelled out while delivering a final blow straight into Spade's muzzle, squirting blood from every crack of his now ripped up flesh.
Only then Spade's body was able to move, in order to collapse.
His hands let go of Lancer, who fell into Sprog's waiting arms.
The last thing Lancer felt before losing his senses was the ground trembling after the fall of his huge father.
Spade was though.
He recovered from all those blows quickly, there was a reason why the Knight picked him over the other Kings of the Dark World, because a mere beating wasn't enough to put him down.
Slowly but painfully, Spade got up, spat out some blood and began to move towards the mutt that was taking his son away.

"Ha ha... you thought that little stunt could stop me?"

Each step was painful for Spade, but he slowly moved faster towards his target, conjuring up all the rage he could. Sprog stopped walking.

"YOUR PUNCHES WOULDN'T EVEN HURT A MOSQUITO! I WILL SHOW YOU HOW TO KILL A FUCKER!!!" Spade furiously roared bringing both of his fists up.

Sprog didn't move.
He didn't react at that incoming attack.
Neither did he attempt to throw Lancer aside in a sorry display of heroic sacrifice.
The complete opposite of Spade's enraged mass of fat, muscles and blind fury is what Sprog did as he only limited himself to utter a sentence in the coldest tone to that bag of shit behind him that he didn't want to face or see ever again, addressing to Spade for the last time forever:
"...You're already dead."

"WHAT?"

Spade blurted out, confused yet amused by that unexpected stupidity his puny enemy muttered.

But then it began.
The cocky amusement harshly shifted into the last sensation the King would ever feel: pain.
A pain like no other Spade felt before, and would never again for the rest of eternity.

Spade froze as half of his head began to expand, the warmth of his body becoming atrociously hot as various bulges of flesh throbbed out of his furry body and ballooned his skin underneath the cloth.
The worst part of it all was that Spade was perfectly conscious despite his brain growing three times its size, he still thought and thus perfectly experienced his left eye slowly coming out of its socket, and every single painful sting of energy that was utterly destroying his body from the inside.

The jaws of his belly struggled to keep themselves shut with all the blood, muscles and guts that were violently trying to erupt.
It was happening fast, but the pain was so atrociously unique that Spade felt like he was stuck forever in some sort of endless sick punishment the devils from Hell would subject the damned to, he frantically wondered just how much it could stretch before failing.

"WHAT DID YOU D-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

It did not take a long to find out, as Spade's head finally exploded into a bloody mess after he howled that question with his dying breath. His grotesquely swelled body burst sideways due to the jaws keeping themselves shut. Blood, pieces of flesh and guts spread all over the ground while a final burst of energy wiped away Spade's body completely into thin particles.

Prince Ralsei arrived at the castle just as a shirtless Sprog carrying Lancer walked out.

"Is Lancer alright?! Kaard told me he freed the Kin--"

"Tend his wounds" Sprog interrupted him, handing over the unconscious, battered prince of Spades to the young Darkner goat.

"...And I wouldn't walk into the castle until they've had a chance to mop the floors."

TL;DR
Sprog: Let Lancer go.
Spade: lol Nope.
Sprog: youtu.be/405MkCQ-478?t=172

Didn't mean to write this whole thing, but I kinda felt compelled to instead of just saying "Hey, so Dark World Sprog is kinda like Kenshiro from Fist of the North Star, so have this, LOL"
Like I said in the past and I'll say again, I can't wait to do a doodle dump about Sprog in the Dark World doing stuff.
UPDATE: and I've come up with a whole story/Deltatrune AU, in it I imagine King Spade being a main villain, therefore he DOESN'T get killed by Sporg like this, in fact when I'll come up with a good defeat, I don't think it'll even involve Sprog. This isn't 'canon' with my story, it was just done as a showcase and to vent some of the spite I have for him lol

Sprog (c) me
Deltarune (c) Toby Fox