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A small mail carrier is struggling to get some letters into a mailbox. He hops up, trying to slip the letters inside, grumbling a little. However, something suddenly lifts him up, helping him reach the mailbox more easily. He doesn’t seem too surprised and turns toward the strange, half-repaired TV man. His screen is cracked and barely manages to display any kind of face.
"[My dear Cathode] You weren't supposed to come here! I just finished fixing your legs and arms, you could’ve rested a little longer. I can manage on my own! [Cordially, Spamton G Spamton]"
The TV man simply shakes his head, then sets the small mailman down. Spamton sighs and gently pats his leg. They’re friends and partners—Tenna’s been following him everywhere since Spamton started trying to repair him. His voice box still has a few issues, but Spamton fully intends to replace it in the coming days… Maybe with his small salary, if he doesn’t find anything useful in the dumps.
RULES - OOC - INFO (MAJ - 06/05)
I keep seeing this AU everywhere and I really love it TT.
So, this is an RP/ask blog about Spamtenna in an Undertale universe!
Spamton is a kind of robotic puppet/bird who works as a mail carrier. He delivers all sorts of things—mostly dumb letter-. He found Tenna in a pitiful state and decided to try fixing him. Unfortunately, the one thing Spamton hasn’t been able to find or replace is Tenna’s screen… So Tenna has trouble seeing properly (he mostly sees shapes and silhouettes), and Spamton usually guides him around.
Spamton enjoys Tenna’s company—a lot—even if he’s secretly afraid Tenna might leave him once he’s fully repaired.
As for Tenna, he’s scared that Spamton might end up abandoning him or getting tired of constantly having to fix him...
Also, they’re married in my head /j (...I just really love the ship; so they probably have feelings for each other, but neither of them dares to say anything, afraid it might scare the other away.)
For the rules :
-First of all, English is not my first language! So I apologize if I make mistakes or errors!
-RPs are okay! OCs, canon characters, AUs, and other fandoms are welcome to interact—no problem at all! Everyone can interact !
-Magic anon are allowed ! I reserve the right to accept or decline, and to choose how long things last ;;
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Tags ! :
#spamletter - when it's Spamton answering !
#brokentv -when it's Tenna answering !
#tvletter - when it's both of them
#modtalk - when it's the mod
#Thepipischild - when Mimi is here !
#vistors arts - for any fanart from the anons !
#but they stay determined ! - when Frisk is here
Visitors :
-Munchington (he/him) : a beaver monster, with a drone, used to work for the CORE before he retired. He seem cool !
-Soleil (They/Them) : A lion monster, holding a very pretty lantern. They have finally found their friends ! Hurray !
-Ember & Agate : Soleil's friends !
-Agrid (She/her) : A scarecrow monster, suffering from a serious illness, who has taken refuge in the junkyard to avoid troubling her beloved with her condition. Tenna sees a lot of himself in her and encourages her not to shut herself in with negative thoughts.-
Bonnet Springs (she/her) : A rabbit monster; Agrid’s partner. She’s trying to find her and ends up bumping into Spamton.
-Erva ( it/they/she) : The child seems to have grown and been placed in a foster family, with a pet pumpkin as therapy. They also helped Tenna and Spamton recover their missing memories… and the mailman admitted to being the one responsible for Erva’s parents’ disappearance.
-Cher (she/her) : A shapeshifting monster, looking for glass in the dump.
-Parhelion : A dragon monster !
-Erin (He /him ) : Father of Agate, Ember & Soleil.
-Survey (They /them) : An Addison from another universe. Probably from the same ‘family’ as Spamton, even though the mailman doesn’t seem particularly happy to see them. Mimi considers them her uncle.
-Dart (She/her) :
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Pasta Anon
Tiny Anon
Inventory - (dunno, i think it's fun XD)
a cane (used sometimes) - flowers - a tent - pastel paint markers - camping supplies - pin (Tenna have it) - snowflake sweater - sweater that says “Blizzard Frost #1 DAD” - ugly Christmas sweater with a dumb tea pun"It’s a brew-tea-ful day!" - Lucky Cat - pearlescent stone - pile of neatly folded clothes (six sets of clothing, three for each. They’re simple but nice clothes in muted shades of blue, green and brown) - very nice suit from Wendi - record player -A rather interesting encyclopedia for learning how to repair a TV - a very cool hat, with a pigeon who look like Spam! - rat plush who look like Spam - tiny bow with bell (Mimi have it) - centiped plush - bunnies plush - scrapbook --shaped aviator shades - mall pouch of glittery smoke bombs -gun with wings on its sides - dark bracelet - book about dad puns, and bad puns- three aprons-a book to learn cooking - knock knock puns books - A fake wand, for Mimi’s Halloween costume - book full of creative insults and curse words from across history - candy - Plushies in the shape of a moth and an ant, who look like Spamton and Tenna -knife toy - a guitare - painting materials - horse plush - A plastic duck that does backflips and breathes fire -
Plot /lore actually :
Google doc here ! (old timeline )
One more time ! (new doc /new timeline)
REF : (art by Cloud )
And that's all...? I will edit if something come to my mind but ! It's okay for now !
Weeeeeell — usually one of these dazzling products goes for around 420 a bottle in the local currency equivalent. But for you, my dear customer, you get a special sale of…50 G! …and some stamps.
So, do we have a deal?
Spamton takes a moment to think, then pulls out a small coin pouch and opens it. After carefully counting out the gold, he finally hands the salesman 50 gold.
[Dear salesman] That sounds like a fair price. I appreciate being able to pay a little less, especially for something this useful.[By the mailman.]
[There's a thud like someone put something against the house door. Upon opening the door-OH my! that's a HUGE sack! If someone doesn't grab it, it'll fall over, hopefully not onto our precious lil mailman. Might need to lay it on its side...]
[Upon closer inspection, the sack has two little symbols on it: an envelope ✉️ and a 📺. Looks like this is supposed to be a...gift?? For the both of you. Opening the sack, a comforting wave of intoxicatingly delicious baked goods and chocolate floods the room! Reaching into the sack reveals it's filled to brim with...warm, gooey, chocolatey, obviously freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. The sack seems to keeps the cookies at the perfect temperature.]
[Eating the cookies seem to give anyone who eats them soft, warm comfort. Perfect for after... particularly bad dreams. Had either of you ever had anything like this that's freshly made with love and care before...?]
Luckily, Tenna catches the sack just in time! He looks a little surprised,he wasn't expecting to find something like this! And it's for... them, specifically? Really? All of this?
Tenna and Spamton glance around, almost expecting it to be a prank... or some kind of mistake.
After a brief discussion (mostly because the mailman was a little worried the food might be poisoned), the couple finally settles down and starts eating the cookies.
Spamton lets out a few happy little chirps as he enjoys the cookies, while Tenna's tail lazily swishes back and forth. A little comfort never hurt anyone, right?
I'll be giving you the chance to meet up with your Deltarune counterparts?
Funnn right? -the orb says sarcastically as if they were forced to do this-
Sighhh... You can try to reconcile your counterparts the next few days they'll be with you......
OR you could be lovely in front of them to make them regret everything!! I prefer this option!
"Do you really think we can help them make up...? They must be very different from us! And... what if they won't listen to us...?"
[Dear Orb] There's no way we're going to make them regret things by acting that selfishly! Besides, we don't like being all "lovey-dovey" in front of other people. It's uncomfortable for everyone involved. However... we could try to help them! I do have a bit of trouble talking to my other selves, though. My alternate versions tend to be very... unpredictable when it comes to their personalities.[Sincerely, Spamton G. Spamton.]
"Then we'll help them! ...I just hope we'll actually manage to make things better... instead of making everything worse."
Dont trust the orb I'm being so fr they sound so menacing
"Haha, I, uh… I think I get it now. B-but it's okay! We just learned something really sad that we're probably going to dream about! …And we'll probably be a little depressed afterward, hahaha. BUT! Nobody's hurt! We're okay! It could've been much worse!"
AHA! the first option? Classsssiiicc choice! We do love the originals!!
In this au!! Spamton was a big shout that fell down the drain and tenna is a failing tv host!! You might think "oh we got each other! " but no!! Youre both divorced and very depressed!!
Oh and Spamton, you wouldn't know anything about a man who speaks in hands right? Kekeke..
Anyways this will last for three days. Your see it in either dreams or in mirrors!
That is all! I shall offer my gifts another time
...The two monsters look horrified after hearing all that. Tenna glances off to the side, his screen a little dimmer than usual.
It's just... a version of them that's had a rough time, right? Everything's fine here! Haha...
At the mention of the man who talks with his hands, the mailman's glasses fill with static for a moment as he raises an arm to look at himself. While his hand still resembles a puppet's, his arm regained its feathers long ago... But it seems his body's "recovery" is complete now. Even so, he'll always remain a strange puppet-bird monster.
Spamton seems to check something else for a moment, then gives his head a shake, and the colors return to his glasses.
[Dear strange person,] No, that doesn't ring a bell. They're a complete stranger to me. Thank you for... all of this.P.S. I have a feeling we're probably going have a very bad sleep haehae ! [Sincerely, Spamton G. Spamton.]
He gently pats Tenna's leg. The tall monster jumps a little before offering an awkward smile.
Maybe the mailman was going about his regular day, maybe he was working. It doesn't matter much when, without warning, a small weight lands on his head, forcing his hat down and obscuring his vision.
"Keheheh... Heyyyyy Birdy!! Guess who??" A familiar voice mocks him.
Spamton grumbles as he tries to straighten his hat and shoo away the thing that's settled on top of it.
[Dear you.] Leave me alone! I don't have time to play with you or put up with one of your stupid "pranks"! [By a annoyed mailman.]
Yeah... Yeah...! She could do that! She could be brave!!
"Okay..." Her voice sounded frayed, but the child remained strong. She had to be strong.
She took a breath. "Dad!!!" The word bounced along cavern walls, creating a reverb effect that amplified the sound into a cacophony. She felt foolish, even if she already committed to such an act. "Where are you?!"
It was cold, not that any of her other outfits would have protected against a damp environment. If anything, the thick fabric of her witch robes helped, even if by a fraction.
"Exactly! Just like that! Your dad will hear you eventually and come find you! As a father myself, if I heard my daughter calling for me, I'd run straight to her!"
Haha... because of course, no father would ever willingly abandon his child, right? The thought is so awful that Tenna quickly pushes it out of his mind.
"I've got an idea."
He suddenly picks the child up and settles her on his shoulder.
"There! He'll be able to spot you from farther away, and you'll have a better view too!"
This is absolutely not because Tenna doesn't have the best eyesight. Absolutely not.He starts walking at a slow pace, keeping an eye out and ready to react if anyone answers the child's calls.
"...Does your dad leave you alone like this... often?"
When the mailman tried to enjoy his food, he saw Erva next to him. Huh, that's weird? Isn't it school hours? Erva doesn't seem like a kid that'd skip school and why do their ears look like purple ears? It makes a mischievous smile never before seen on the golem's face.
“I see you have plenty of food. Mind sharing? Kon, kon, kee kee.”
((Hmmm, I wonder who this mysterious figure is...))
[🌙🐰]
Spamton stuffs his sandwich into his mail bag, squinting. Isn't Erva supposed to be in class? And why are they acting so weird? Besides, Erva usually sticks with Tenna, not him! (Well, the CRT does try to keep the kid occupied, even if it's not always easy.)
[Dear kid.] No, I'm not sharing. Why are you here? Are you skipping class...? Couldn't you find Tenna? [by a annoyed mailman.]
Oh boy, is it Bully the TV hours? What a special occasion!
>Anon sets up a betting pool for how long Tenna can last before asking for help.<
Tenna tries (in vain) to chase away the pigeon pecking at his antennae, all while trying not to laugh too much. In the end, realizing it's pointless, he decides to protect his antenna from the pigeon's beak by shrinking a little, so he can better protect his antenna with his hands.. Welp, he seems to be handling it pretty well! For now.
Hello! It is I! The orb that allows you to see your other alternative selves!!
Choose from one of these three to see!!1!
1. Deltarune.
2. Trash AU.
3. Defragmentation.
You can Only choose one! ONE.
The orb shall roll out now! Farewell!
"So... the last name is a little scary... The second one, I'm not really sure about, but it does seem pretty familiar given our living conditions! ...I'll go with the first option! It's always interesting to see other versions of ourselves!"
(* Slowly, the childs crying slows. It wipes its face, although the black liquid on their hands only makes it dirtier.)
(* They sit up, look up at Tenna- And stop dead in their tracks.)
* M-Mr. Tenna? Oh my-
(* They stumble to their feet, grabbing his arm.)
* Please, please tell me I made it to the right place. Please tell me you recognize me.
(* That child… That strange, strange child… You do know them, don't you? You have known them for a long time before they disappeared.)
(* It had all started out with a letter. Then it ended with another letter. It's only natural that it would resume with a letter, too, isn't it…?)
- 🖤✉️ (Aka… Chara Anon!?!!)
At first, the poor CRT is completely confused,and very worried,for the child.
And yet... they seem... familiar? It's someone he hasn't seen in a very long time, isn't it...? Could his memory be failing him? Then again, he is getting old. Forgetting names happens from time to time!
"Wait a minute..."
The CRT leans in for a closer look, his antennae almost brushing against the child.
"You're... Chara? ...But... why...? How...?"
They were trapped inside the letter? Or rather... inside the liquid from the letter?
"Y-Yes! I recognize you! But I thought... you'd written that you weren't coming back?? OH, BY THE ANGEL! Are you okay? W-Wait, we should have something to eat around here! SPAMTON, STOP HIDING AND GET OVER HERE!"
A few moments later, the mailman cautiously approaches with something to snack on, wearing an equally worried expression.
Hello Hello! It is your local Travelling Salesman!
Might I interest you, good sir, in this “Anti-Watercooler Spray”? Past customer reviews say it has a 49.999% success rate — and it smells like cactus blooms!
What do you say?
[Dear Traveling Salesman]I'd be interested! ...How much are you selling it for...?[By the Mailman]
And here we have the noble and majestic CRT TV, being chased by his most fearsome, mortal enemy: The humble pigeon.
On the sidelines, we aslo have the TV’s partner, the tiny mailman, who is currently cheering at such a display. What a beautiful showing of love and care.
[Dear anonymous person filming]It's really funny to watch, though! And it doesn't even hurt Tenna!!! Besides, for once he's the one getting bullied, so let me enjoy it a little![Sincerely, Spamton G. Spamton]
"R-Really...??" She looks up at him, eyes massive and watery. She hasn't released her grip just yet, wanting to cling onto what she sees as a reliable adult.
A beat passes. She sniffles, trying to push forward, despite the stifling cotton crawling up her throat. "Well... he's... he's big... but... not scary...! And he does like the water, he's an axy- axo- uh... Axolotl...? And he's really pink... and wears glasses..."
Picking apart the details was tricky, her mind clouded by feelings rather than memories. She didn't think she did a good job describing him...
"An axolotl with glasses? I think I can work with that. And he likes water? Then let's start looking near the water,there's plenty of it around here!"
...But why would their father leave their child all alone?
He pushes the thought aside, choosing to focus on the task at hand instead.
"Come on, let's look together! Try calling for your dad, okay? If he hears you, maybe he'll find us faster!"
