A puppet sat in the middle of a desolate room, being one of three objects that occupied the space. The other two being a phone, and a cracked, boxy CRT near the back wall.
He’d run his fingers along the dented, damaged casing many times, cleaning the dust off it every time it inevitably collected more. It was a wonder the battered thing hadn’t blown up and killed him. Or maybe a curse.
Instead of reminiscing further, (he’d done nothing but reminisce lately,) he averted his eyes from the painful sight until the only thing in his field of vision was the phone.
With nothing else to do besides stare at the ceiling, which he’d done plenty already, he stood up on shaky legs and made his way over to the phone, surrendering himself to it once more in favor of complete and utter silence alone with his sins.
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HELLO!!! 📞
Welcome to my Spamton AU ask blog!!!
In this au there weren’t enough recruits to save Tenna at the end of chapter 3. Kris also replaces the Dealmakers with the Shadow Mantle. As a result, he ends up a resident of Castle Town, living in a room in the castle provided to him by Ralsei.
He doesn’t leave this room. Ever. The only items inside are a phone on a stool… and a broken TV.
The gist of it is that Spamton can make phone calls to places outside of his AU, as well as receive phone calls. The same goes for the TV, but it’s complicated.
He might be a little crazy.
Anyhow, below are some rules, trigger warnings, and tags:
MANAGER OF ASK BLOG IS A MINOR (barely)
Ground rules:
No nsfw (suggestive is fine, but I can’t see any scenario in which it would make sense)
You cannot interact with him in any way that isn’t through the phone or TV, sorry. That means no appearing to him in person, no giving him items, physically hurting him, etc. The only exception is if you ask beforehand and I give you permission.
You cannot rp as any character from THIS specific AU (without my permission.) For example, you can’t pretend to be the Ralsei who let him stay in castle town. (If your character is IMPERSONATING them on the phone however, that’s a different matter.)
I may not answer every ask, especially if it breaks a rule, or makes me uncomfortable.
No racism, homophobia, or hate of any kind. The only exception is if it’s in character for the character you are playing, and you do not partake in hate speech out of character.
What IS allowed
You can RP as canon characters from Deltarune, Aus, as yourself, or as your own characters.
So yes, that includes Tenna’s
You can be as mean and diabolical to him as you want, but he CAN hang up the phone on you.
⚠️TWS MAY INCLUDE:
Major character death (Just Tenna)
Depictions of panic and PTSD attacks
Suicide idealization
Self neglect/hatred
Keep in mind this blog is almost entirely hurt/no comfort.
You can navigate my posts with these tags.
#ooc (what it sounds like)
#phone silence (any in-character post that isn’t related to an ask)
#out of order (ooc blog posts, specifically updates about the blog.)
#phone chatter (asks that don’t contribute to the plot, but aren’t necessarily goofy)
#important calls (asks that are integral to the blog)
#no one’s home (in-character posts not involving Spamton or Ralsei.)
#someone else is home (in character posts not involving Spamton, but involving another character.)
#prank calls (any joke asks)
#bloopers (any in-character post that isn’t canon to the AU)
#calling to the void (asks sent FROM the foresakensalesman blog TO another blog)
#tv is dead (relating to or involving Tenna in the context of the au)
#tv never died (relating to or involving Tenna OUTSIDE the context of the au
#tv never dies (hehehe, secret)
#talking to yourself handsome? (Anytime Spamton hallucinates or otherwise is an unreliable narrator.)
Relevant blogs
@mrphosphors - AU Tenna he’s most familiar with
@mr-anthony-tenna - AU Tenna he’s partially familiar with
@invadermo0no - Mo0no, a frequent caller from a location unknown to him.
Have fun, and be nice to each other!
Btw, my main blog is @biblically-accurate-star! Go there if you want to see Deltarune/Rain World art!
*The phone rings. It sounds… It’s different from usual, but familiarly… abrasive.*
*The voice on the other end, even though all the glitches, sounds pained. Physically, emotionally, it’s hard to tell. Perhaps both.*
[[Cathode]]. I;M S[[we’re sorry, this caller cannot not be reached at this time]], 1;M SO $O S[[sorry we missed you, come back again!]]
*There’s a frustrated groan, then the sound of plastic hitting plastic again, quickly followed by a sharp intake of breath, as if they got hurt.*
S- S.. SO[sorry sight]
*He sounds like he’s about to break down crying after that attempt.*
ST 0P… L3T ME S4Y IT IN MY 0WN [daily Wordle]S…
P… PL-[[pretty please]]…
*That final plea doesn’t seem to be directed at Tenna, hushed even through the glitching.*
- @foresakensalesman
?!?!?!
[The phone picks up by itself again. Tenna picks up, a jolt passing through his chest like a sparking wire. It was him again...]
[He almost didn't want to say anything. After the way he snapped at Spamton the other day, he wasn't sure he could talk to him again. Those attempts at apologizing weren't lost on him... It actually floors him, hearing the stuttering, the panic in his voice. He absolutely NEEDS to say something.]
Spa—
[And stills at what sounds like a smack?]
I-I—
[His entire body tenses up.... A hard swallow as he clutches the phone tighter.]
Y-You... don't need to apologize.
...
I'm sorry. I shouldn't have.... acted. The way that I did.
[A beat as he holds the phone tighter, listening in.]
[Then two. That last plea wasn't lost on him, either...]
*He snapped out of it as Tenna spoke, asking his question.*
NO. NO, N0T 4NYM0R 3.
*Explaining the whole past ordeal with his benefactor, his god, it didn’t seem useful right now. Besides, they had left him behind a long time ago. Abandoned. Like-*
*Snow… the smell of copper and oil in the air. Broken glass.*
*NONONO now was NOT the time!*
WHY-
*Hold on, why was Tenna even speaking so gently to him? After he’s messed up so horrifically bad?*
["Not anymore?" He ponders... He's practically pulling on the phone cord. He so badly wants to pry about who that could have been... but...]
[He gets distracted by Spamton's question.]
Mm.
[Now, to Tenna, it felt so silly to ask that... But he's genuinely asking?]
...
I yelled at you. I-I shouldn't have... talked to you like that.
[He wants to wear his heart on his sleeve as little as possible. The truth is, while it still hurts to hear their daughter is... no more... in this other universe, he also can't bear to hear Spamton in pain from it... There's a lot of conflict going on... But he's steeling himself]
*To him, Tenna was completely in the right for yelling at him. Sure there wasn’t actually anything he could have done to save their daughter, and sure his Tenna had literally died right in front of him at that time, but STILL! He shouldn’t have just forgotten her! And for it to slip his mind for almost a month?!*
*He’s shaking. He doesn’t even noticed. Tenna might not be enraged, but he is. He should’ve faced far worse consequences than a broken jaw.*
*As it turns out, he had been in quite the impressionable mental state for quite a while now. He was incredibly quick to take Tenna’s words from earlier to heart, to adopt the sentiment as his own. He shouldn’t have just left her. And even beyond Tenna’s own sentiment, he should’ve never been pulled out of the snow and away from Tenna.*
*He should have died there he should have died there he should have died there he should have-*
*He felt like that was debatable, but he didn’t have the heart to argue right now. Not with Tenna sounding so upset. Even so…*
*He worried that deep down Tenna was still angry with him; that he was only talking to Spamton because he felt some sort of obligation to. If Tenna was angry before, why wouldn’t he be angry now? Spamton hadn’t given him any reason not to be.*
*He had the horrid feeling that he was being lied to, deceived; that things weren’t ok and he should be fixing it before it got worse and begging for forgiveness. It took all his nerve to shove that feeling down and pretend he wasn’t panicked out of his mind, afraid of being left or resented.*
*He cringed as a realization dawned on him. Is this what Tenna felt? His Tenna? Just before he ran off? He needed to think about something else before that thought completely consumed him. Back to why she was too important for his mistake to be forgiven so easily*
I-1 JUST- $HE W4S-..
*This wasn’t something that was easy to talk about. He’d refused to elaborate on his gift when he gave it to Tenna, not wanting to be emotionally vulnerable. Even now it seemed dangerous to be that open about it.*
U SH0L D H4VE BO TH [[I survived TV time!]]. S#3 WAS ME4N T 4 U, SOME 1 TO TAKE [handle with care] OF.
I KN3W TH E K!DS WOULD GR0W [[up and leave!]] EV3 NTU4LY! EVEN 1F I [stay for dinner!];D, I W4S N;T [delusions of grandeur]AL ENOUGH TO [[think tank]] 1 C0UL D B3 E NUF TO K3EP U [think happy thoughts!]!*%1!
YOU N3ED SOME0 NE TO [[hours of entertainment!]], T0 T3ACH, TO B[[bringing joy to families all across the globe]]. I KN0 W TH4T.
I TH0UGHT I CO ULD- THOU GHT I-…
I JUST DIDN(T W4NT U TO FEE L [[all alone on a late night?]].
I DIDN T KNO W I WULD HAVE TO [[going going gone!]] AT TH4T PO1NT. OR 4BOUT TH-… T3 [prophecy].
TH1NG$ W3RE NT SUPPOSED T O H4PPEN TH$ W4 Y… U W3RE GO1NY TO BE [fin] BCUZ Y0U D HAVE [me] & W3D H4VE HER. IT SHOOLD HAVE BEEN [a-okay]…
*His tone of voice almost sounded confused, like he didn’t know how this had all happened. It was like he could barely grasp that it had happened at all. It sounded like the voice of someone still in shock, which would make sense.*
*He’d certainly say he felt shocked, if someone had asked him how he felt. That, or maybe numb, emotions fuzzy like sound is when you get hit in the head really hard. He was upset, yes, but the feeling was under layers and layers of static fuzz. What made it through was just a deep sense of wrongness. That, and a desperation to not be alone. He clutched the handset tighter in his hands, his arms shaking a bit from the force of his grip.*
"Oh! Don't worry I understand, I have tics too! Mine are more psychical though, but I get it, they suck- haha." She reassures him before getting back on topic
"yeah.. i do remember traveling to a world that was a bubble and all around it was just, space. There were so many stars, I wish I could've counted them all- hah. It was calming."
Mo0no stays silent for a moment, trying to recall any other memories that weren't bad ones. Often when she tries to remember something, it ends in rumination and panic. But perhaps this will be different? It's ignorant to think so, but oh well.
I H4VEN; T S3EN STARS. [[The king of only!]] IN [sweet dreams].
*He admits.*
T# 3 D4RK W0RLDS D0N ( T [feacher] A [[real boy!] SKY.
*He remembers dreaming of the sky after that first call from… well, his god. It was baffling. It was the exact moment he realized he could never go back to the way things were before.*
*The phone rings. It sounds… It’s different from usual, but familiarly… abrasive.*
*The voice on the other end, even though all the glitches, sounds pained. Physically, emotionally, it’s hard to tell. Perhaps both.*
[[Cathode]]. I;M S[[we’re sorry, this caller cannot not be reached at this time]], 1;M SO $O S[[sorry we missed you, come back again!]]
*There’s a frustrated groan, then the sound of plastic hitting plastic again, quickly followed by a sharp intake of breath, as if they got hurt.*
S- S.. SO[sorry sight]
*He sounds like he’s about to break down crying after that attempt.*
ST 0P… L3T ME S4Y IT IN MY 0WN [daily Wordle]S…
P… PL-[[pretty please]]…
*That final plea doesn’t seem to be directed at Tenna, hushed even through the glitching.*
- @foresakensalesman
?!?!?!
[The phone picks up by itself again. Tenna picks up, a jolt passing through his chest like a sparking wire. It was him again...]
[He almost didn't want to say anything. After the way he snapped at Spamton the other day, he wasn't sure he could talk to him again. Those attempts at apologizing weren't lost on him... It actually floors him, hearing the stuttering, the panic in his voice. He absolutely NEEDS to say something.]
Spa—
[And stills at what sounds like a smack?]
I-I—
[His entire body tenses up.... A hard swallow as he clutches the phone tighter.]
Y-You... don't need to apologize.
...
I'm sorry. I shouldn't have.... acted. The way that I did.
[A beat as he holds the phone tighter, listening in.]
[Then two. That last plea wasn't lost on him, either...]
*He snapped out of it as Tenna spoke, asking his question.*
NO. NO, N0T 4NYM0R 3.
*Explaining the whole past ordeal with his benefactor, his god, it didn’t seem useful right now. Besides, they had left him behind a long time ago. Abandoned. Like-*
*Snow… the smell of copper and oil in the air. Broken glass.*
*NONONO now was NOT the time!*
WHY-
*Hold on, why was Tenna even speaking so gently to him? After he’s messed up so horrifically bad?*
["Not anymore?" He ponders... He's practically pulling on the phone cord. He so badly wants to pry about who that could have been... but...]
[He gets distracted by Spamton's question.]
Mm.
[Now, to Tenna, it felt so silly to ask that... But he's genuinely asking?]
...
I yelled at you. I-I shouldn't have... talked to you like that.
[He wants to wear his heart on his sleeve as little as possible. The truth is, while it still hurts to hear their daughter is... no more... in this other universe, he also can't bear to hear Spamton in pain from it... There's a lot of conflict going on... But he's steeling himself]
*To him, Tenna was completely in the right for yelling at him. Sure there wasn’t actually anything he could have done to save their daughter, and sure his Tenna had literally died right in front of him at that time, but STILL! He shouldn’t have just forgotten her! And for it to slip his mind for almost a month?!*
*He’s shaking. He doesn’t even noticed. Tenna might not be enraged, but he is. He should’ve faced far worse consequences than a broken jaw.*
*As it turns out, he had been in quite the impressionable mental state for quite a while now. He was incredibly quick to take Tenna’s words from earlier to heart, to adopt the sentiment as his own. He shouldn’t have just left her. And even beyond Tenna’s own sentiment, he should’ve never been pulled out of the snow and away from Tenna.*
*He should have died there he should have died there he should have died there he should have-*
*The phone rings. It sounds… It’s different from usual, but familiarly… abrasive.*
*The voice on the other end, even though all the glitches, sounds pained. Physically, emotionally, it’s hard to tell. Perhaps both.*
[[Cathode]]. I;M S[[we’re sorry, this caller cannot not be reached at this time]], 1;M SO $O S[[sorry we missed you, come back again!]]
*There’s a frustrated groan, then the sound of plastic hitting plastic again, quickly followed by a sharp intake of breath, as if they got hurt.*
S- S.. SO[sorry sight]
*He sounds like he’s about to break down crying after that attempt.*
ST 0P… L3T ME S4Y IT IN MY 0WN [daily Wordle]S…
P… PL-[[pretty please]]…
*That final plea doesn’t seem to be directed at Tenna, hushed even through the glitching.*
- @foresakensalesman
?!?!?!
[The phone picks up by itself again. Tenna picks up, a jolt passing through his chest like a sparking wire. It was him again...]
[He almost didn't want to say anything. After the way he snapped at Spamton the other day, he wasn't sure he could talk to him again. Those attempts at apologizing weren't lost on him... It actually floors him, hearing the stuttering, the panic in his voice. He absolutely NEEDS to say something.]
Spa—
[And stills at what sounds like a smack?]
I-I—
[His entire body tenses up.... A hard swallow as he clutches the phone tighter.]
Y-You... don't need to apologize.
...
I'm sorry. I shouldn't have.... acted. The way that I did.
[A beat as he holds the phone tighter, listening in.]
[Then two. That last plea wasn't lost on him, either...]
*He snapped out of it as Tenna spoke, asking his question.*
NO. NO, N0T 4NYM0R 3.
*Explaining the whole past ordeal with his benefactor, his god, it didn’t seem useful right now. Besides, they had left him behind a long time ago. Abandoned. Like-*
*Snow… the smell of copper and oil in the air. Broken glass.*
*NONONO now was NOT the time!*
WHY-
*Hold on, why was Tenna even speaking so gently to him? After he’s messed up so horrifically bad?*
*The studio phone rings. It sounds… strange; different than usual. The sound is grating, abrasive in a way it normally wasn’t.*
H… H3/ O…?
T.. T[[ten out of ten!!]]..
*He doesn’t sound too good. Even though his voice is nearly as abrasive as the ringing, he sounds tired, each word sounds like it takes effort, and he’s barely coherent.*
$ H.. #0[[the show must go on!]]?$??
$T I// [[run! run!]]1NG… [rite]??
WH1 € C@NNL3 L..?
P /3@z…
- @foresakensalesman
(ooc: timeline in my au is a bit wonky, but he’s having quite an awful day at this time)
[Tenna cautiously enters the Z room, glancing around for any rats that might have gotten in- Good.. nothing. Nothing but the phone, the mirror, the poster, and him.]
[He glances at the poster longingly, but isn't able to reminisce- The ringing of the phone makes it hard for him to think, let alone remember.]
[He steels himself, rolling his shoulders and marching up to the phone with purpose. He grabs the receiver and holds it up to his antennae.]
Hel-
[His greeting is cut off. He slapped a hand over his mouth and glanced around, a sudden unease filling his entire being.]
[That voice. This voice. Just hearing it hurt.]
Wha-??!
[Thats all he can choke out for a while. He listens with trembling hands, receiver practically being crushed in his grip.]
[Deep breaths, Tenna. This voice, although gratingly similar and horrifyingly familiar, wasn't him.]
Ahhe... Hhi, Viewer...! The uh... Snnow??... SHOW-!! Is running, alright!
[He rubbed his head. Just trying to make sense of it all gave him a headache.]
Iits on.. channel 1! Oor.. 33, if you arent... Watching on me, ahe..
Arrreee yoou.... Ok, Viewer-? You uhm- Ssound very.... Labored!
[He flinched slightly at the degaussing. He silently wondered if that was another him.]
Yyyour welcome, Viewer..! GLAD To help!
[At the moment, a re-run of a comedy-cooking show starring Tenna and SpamtonA Pippins is showing on CH. 33.]
Riight now, we're only eh... Airing re-runs. If you got a show of ours that'cha like, I can film new episodes of it-!! ANYTHING To make a Viewer happy!
[Sounds like he's warming up..!]
Oh-??
[He laughed nervously, now twirling the phone cord with his finger.]
Well- I'm just rattled from previous events, Aha...! I almost got ROBBED! Can ya believe that?
[Another laugh, surprisingly less nervous than the last one.]
W3LL. N0T TH4 T U W3 RE [[robbed? Call ###-###-####]].
*He sounded slightly more coherent now. The voice still held a hint of exhaustion, it’s pushed back so that it’s not at the forefront.*
1;LL UH [[give us a call]] 1F I H4VE ANY [[requests? We do it all at Bigshot Aut-]]
*He quickly shuts his jaw to cut off the adlib, hissing slightly from the pain still lingering around the joint.*
S0[[sorry! The number you have dialed is no longer in service]] AB0 UT TH4T.
*He was worried that little slip up would make the CRT hang up the call. And he was doing so well too! Things were just starting to seem almost normal!*
[He leaned against the wall of the Z Room, now staring up at the ceiling.]
Aalri-
[He froze up. Suddenly, it felt like his entire body ached. A familiar pain thrust itself to the front of his mind- And god, it hurt.]
Biig shot...
[His words sound pained. Almost choked out. He sounds like he's on the verge of tears.]
It- Its been.... Sso....long. since I- Since that last .. played.
[His screen cuts to black, and the room around him flickers to static for just a split second. Oh, how he wished he could just get away from it all-]
[The phone line cuts briefly due to the static. But when its back, Spamton can hear... Crying. Only slight sobs- But still, crying.]
I- I'm sorry, Viewer, I- I just... Miss him so- so much, and- Oh stars, you sound like him..! You even ... Played his ad.
[A hic! and a sad chuckle. He held his head, a new anger bubbling up inside him- How... How dare he vent to this viewer?! He's supposed to be cheery and bright for his viewers! Even if- Even if they reminded him of Him-]
It's... It's ok. I uhm- I need to... Get over it, anyway, hhah... he's never coming back.
[That last part was a strained mutter, barely coherent.]
*Well now he just felt like a [[BIG S#!T]]. He had gone and upset poor CRT for no good reason. Angel above, he was such an [[@$$]]hole… *
*Maybe it was cruel to pretend. To pretend that he was completely unrelated to what the CRT had lost, that everything was fine and normal. Maybe…*
I;L L BE [[honest man]].
*For once in his god forsaken life.*
I;M [[technical prowess]]Y ST1LL [[#1 rated Salesman 1997]], JU$ T N0T [yours, forever and always].
*Another adlib he would have preferred not to have slipped in, but oh well, it wasn’t like he had much control over that.*
I UH- D0 N(T [[It’s really butter!]] UND3RST4 ND 1T [I/me/myself]. BUT U C4N K3EP C4LLING ME [viewer]. MAKES IT [easy peasy!]ER.
I [[lost a loved one? Need a friend? Cal-]]
*He cut the at adlib off rather quickly and suddenly, his jaw snapping shit with a painful clack. That was way WAY too on the nose for his liking. He was hoping it would just be the [[lost your belongings?]] adlib, but of COURSE Heaven had to mock him even now. He wanted to bury himself in one of Lancer’s numerous dug holes around the castle and never crawl his way out.*
AH… Haehaeha… [forgetting something?] THAT- IGN0RE IT.
*Was each adlib designed to hurt him more than the last? He didn’t need any more reminders, he hadn’t forgotten; not anymore.*
UR H3RE. [[put it all on the line]]. [showtime!] RUN/IN G. [[staying alive]]. TH4T S ALL THAT [[matter? Nothing’s the matter!]]S.
*The studio phone rings. It sounds… strange; different than usual. The sound is grating, abrasive in a way it normally wasn’t.*
H… H3/ O…?
T.. T[[ten out of ten!!]]..
*He doesn’t sound too good. Even though his voice is nearly as abrasive as the ringing, he sounds tired, each word sounds like it takes effort, and he’s barely coherent.*
$ H.. #0[[the show must go on!]]?$??
$T I// [[run! run!]]1NG… [rite]??
WH1 € C@NNL3 L..?
P /3@z…
- @foresakensalesman
(ooc: timeline in my au is a bit wonky, but he’s having quite an awful day at this time)
[Tenna cautiously enters the Z room, glancing around for any rats that might have gotten in- Good.. nothing. Nothing but the phone, the mirror, the poster, and him.]
[He glances at the poster longingly, but isn't able to reminisce- The ringing of the phone makes it hard for him to think, let alone remember.]
[He steels himself, rolling his shoulders and marching up to the phone with purpose. He grabs the receiver and holds it up to his antennae.]
Hel-
[His greeting is cut off. He slapped a hand over his mouth and glanced around, a sudden unease filling his entire being.]
[That voice. This voice. Just hearing it hurt.]
Wha-??!
[Thats all he can choke out for a while. He listens with trembling hands, receiver practically being crushed in his grip.]
[Deep breaths, Tenna. This voice, although gratingly similar and horrifyingly familiar, wasn't him.]
Ahhe... Hhi, Viewer...! The uh... Snnow??... SHOW-!! Is running, alright!
[He rubbed his head. Just trying to make sense of it all gave him a headache.]
Iits on.. channel 1! Oor.. 33, if you arent... Watching on me, ahe..
Arrreee yoou.... Ok, Viewer-? You uhm- Ssound very.... Labored!
[He flinched slightly at the degaussing. He silently wondered if that was another him.]
Yyyour welcome, Viewer..! GLAD To help!
[At the moment, a re-run of a comedy-cooking show starring Tenna and SpamtonA Pippins is showing on CH. 33.]
Riight now, we're only eh... Airing re-runs. If you got a show of ours that'cha like, I can film new episodes of it-!! ANYTHING To make a Viewer happy!
[Sounds like he's warming up..!]
Oh-??
[He laughed nervously, now twirling the phone cord with his finger.]
Well- I'm just rattled from previous events, Aha...! I almost got ROBBED! Can ya believe that?
[Another laugh, surprisingly less nervous than the last one.]
W3LL. N0T TH4 T U W3 RE [[robbed? Call ###-###-####]].
*He sounded slightly more coherent now. The voice still held a hint of exhaustion, it’s pushed back so that it’s not at the forefront.*
1;LL UH [[give us a call]] 1F I H4VE ANY [[requests? We do it all at Bigshot Aut-]]
*He quickly shuts his jaw to cut off the adlib, hissing slightly from the pain still lingering around the joint.*
S0[[sorry! The number you have dialed is no longer in service]] AB0 UT TH4T.
*He was worried that little slip up would make the CRT hang up the call. And he was doing so well too! Things were just starting to seem almost normal!*
*The studio phone rings. It sounds… strange; different than usual. The sound is grating, abrasive in a way it normally wasn’t.*
H… H3/ O…?
T.. T[[ten out of ten!!]]..
*He doesn’t sound too good. Even though his voice is nearly as abrasive as the ringing, he sounds tired, each word sounds like it takes effort, and he’s barely coherent.*
$ H.. #0[[the show must go on!]]?$??
$T I// [[run! run!]]1NG… [rite]??
WH1 € C@NNL3 L..?
P /3@z…
- @foresakensalesman
(ooc: timeline in my au is a bit wonky, but he’s having quite an awful day at this time)
[Tenna cautiously enters the Z room, glancing around for any rats that might have gotten in- Good.. nothing. Nothing but the phone, the mirror, the poster, and him.]
[He glances at the poster longingly, but isn't able to reminisce- The ringing of the phone makes it hard for him to think, let alone remember.]
[He steels himself, rolling his shoulders and marching up to the phone with purpose. He grabs the receiver and holds it up to his antennae.]
Hel-
[His greeting is cut off. He slapped a hand over his mouth and glanced around, a sudden unease filling his entire being.]
[That voice. This voice. Just hearing it hurt.]
Wha-??!
[Thats all he can choke out for a while. He listens with trembling hands, receiver practically being crushed in his grip.]
[Deep breaths, Tenna. This voice, although gratingly similar and horrifyingly familiar, wasn't him.]
Ahhe... Hhi, Viewer...! The uh... Snnow??... SHOW-!! Is running, alright!
[He rubbed his head. Just trying to make sense of it all gave him a headache.]
Iits on.. channel 1! Oor.. 33, if you arent... Watching on me, ahe..
Arrreee yoou.... Ok, Viewer-? You uhm- Ssound very.... Labored!
I UM, I [[lookie here!]];D. [[nothing, nada, zilch]].
WH3N I TR 1ED TO [fixxr upper] H1M, TH3R W4 $ N0THING [[extra! Get your extras!]].
[sinse] TH3 [pipis]] H4S NO L1G#T W0R LD C0UNTR[[tv parts for sale!]], AND [[ten out of ten!]] 0NLY G0T [[here he is folks!]] BY [[susan]] [[hauling @$$]] HIM TO THE [[free school supplies]] CLOSET, M4Y[let it be] WITH N0ON3 AW4RE OF W3RE SHE WAS, [[there! Right there!]] W4S NO [brilliant idea] OF H3R TO [[bring your family over for dinner]].
D4RKNRS EXIST FR0M [[money is no object]]S AND [hopes and dreams]. [cathode] W4S THE 0NLY [[he’s the one!]] WH0 KN3W WHERE SHE WA$, SO…
…
[[thank you for your patronage]] 4NYWAY$. I [wish upon a star] I H4D B3TTER [[new and improved]]S FOR U. [[and they all lived happily ever after]] JU$ST DO3S ;N T COME THAT [it’s easy peasy]
H—h-hello there? [Can anybody hear me???] uh, it’s me, Spamton! [[WAIT WAIT WAI T. ]] don’t panic yet! Uh, so theres this. Thing. Called the [[Spamton Extended Cinematic Universe]]. That is to say. The [multiverse]. So I’ve been real curious. About that. If [hope this message reaches you well], then you’re prolly a [spamton] too…!
Uh, so. Hey hey hey!!! Hey there! Just wonderin’ how [ your doing!], I guess ..? I’m tryna collect info on other Spamtons to see if [God hates us all]. Heh. Haeheh.
( @tvtimemailroom )
1;M NOT GOING TO [[Panic At The Disco]]. I H4VE [[job experience required]] W1TH [ring ring!] 0TH 3R W0RLDS.
1;V 3… [[talking partners]] WITH 0THER [[I/Me/Myself]]S. ON3 WAS [[try your luck!]]Y. THE R3ST OF US…
…
[[confirmed!]] [hated by God Himself].
I [[think! Think!]] I-M ME@NT T0O B3 [six feet under].
I [Doubt!] I could send ya anythin’ through a [[Ring Ring Ring]], but if ya need somethin’ that I can [specil offer], [hit me up for the family and friends discount] !!
Well, my [game version 1.1] of Tenna is still alive. He made it— just [what a close race, folks!], but…
…I did… I did [Running away]… but I was going to [[We’ll be right back after these messages!!]].
Uh, but everything went [down the drain] an’ I was too [[Virus Detected]] to come back. In most [parallel timelines], sounds like that’d be the end of it…! But he did eventually [Found Family] me. So yeah , we both [Made it!]. Thank the Light.
If your s. didn’t . I’m so. So. So. [$&#%]in’ Sorry.
H—h-hello there? [Can anybody hear me???] uh, it’s me, Spamton! [[WAIT WAIT WAI T. ]] don’t panic yet! Uh, so theres this. Thing. Called the [[Spamton Extended Cinematic Universe]]. That is to say. The [multiverse]. So I’ve been real curious. About that. If [hope this message reaches you well], then you’re prolly a [spamton] too…!
Uh, so. Hey hey hey!!! Hey there! Just wonderin’ how [ your doing!], I guess ..? I’m tryna collect info on other Spamtons to see if [God hates us all]. Heh. Haeheh.
( @tvtimemailroom )
1;M NOT GOING TO [[Panic At The Disco]]. I H4VE [[job experience required]] W1TH [ring ring!] 0TH 3R W0RLDS.
1;V 3… [[talking partners]] WITH 0THER [[I/Me/Myself]]S. ON3 WAS [[try your luck!]]Y. THE R3ST OF US…
…
[[confirmed!]] [hated by God Himself].
I [[think! Think!]] I-M ME@NT T0O B3 [six feet under].
I [Doubt!] I could send ya anythin’ through a [[Ring Ring Ring]], but if ya need somethin’ that I can [specil offer], [hit me up for the family and friends discount] !!
H—h-hello there? [Can anybody hear me???] uh, it’s me, Spamton! [[WAIT WAIT WAI T. ]] don’t panic yet! Uh, so theres this. Thing. Called the [[Spamton Extended Cinematic Universe]]. That is to say. The [multiverse]. So I’ve been real curious. About that. If [hope this message reaches you well], then you’re prolly a [spamton] too…!
Uh, so. Hey hey hey!!! Hey there! Just wonderin’ how [ your doing!], I guess ..? I’m tryna collect info on other Spamtons to see if [God hates us all]. Heh. Haeheh.
( @tvtimemailroom )
1;M NOT GOING TO [[Panic At The Disco]]. I H4VE [[job experience required]] W1TH [ring ring!] 0TH 3R W0RLDS.
1;V 3… [[talking partners]] WITH 0THER [[I/Me/Myself]]S. ON3 WAS [[try your luck!]]Y. THE R3ST OF US…
…
[[confirmed!]] [hated by God Himself].
I [[think! Think!]] I-M ME@NT T0O B3 [six feet under].
But uhm, if the Pipis had actually survived, this is what she would’ve grown up to be.
I figured the pipis grows by absorbing the magic around it, which would mostly be Tenna and Spamton’s magic. Since Tenna has that laughing star attack of his, I decided to base her off that attack.
The wings and halo are actually from Wpamton, and are holographic, kind of like Spamton’s popup ads.
I’ll talk about her more later and actually draw her proper, but uhhh she isn’t canon to this universe. Sorry.
[Tenna shudders at all of the auditory chaos before him. The sound of shuffling (Spamton falling to his knees). The pained cry, which ultimately causes him to flinch away from the phone.]
A-Ah- I-
[And then he completely freezes at his last cry... The adlib "[LOST YOUR BELONGINGS?]", being the clearest thing he hears, hitting him like a fiery jolt. His screen is just a black void now.]
O-Oh no....
Oh no...
[Sure, maybe Spamton would have come to this realization on his own... But to be the one that accelerated it... Doesn't make him feel the best...]
... [Sniffle. It takes a second to hit him. This isn't even his pipis. But Gods, if anything ever happened to her... He never teared up so fast, the pitch in his voice wavering.] S-She's gone... I-I can't... believe...
[Sadness. Fear... Frustration.]
You...
S-So what... you just LEFT HER THERE?!
[He bears his fangs, screaming to the other line and audible enough even as the phone lays flat.]
-- @mrphosphors
(Ooc: TW for mild sh)
He fully flinches as the screaming. Backing away from the phone initially, his breath coming out in short gasps. He can’t understand what Tenna is saying through all the static, but he can hear the anger, the accusation.*
*He remembers it all vividly.*
*Tenna picked her up when he sprayed Spamton with foam.*
*He probably still had her during the fight, or maybe had put her in a safer location.*
*He had immediately gone to Tenna’s body when discarded by Kris, only to be dragged away by Ralsei. Would he even have had time?*
*No, no- he should have at least realized. That wasn’t an excuse! He could have tried at least! It didn’t matter if he would’ve been able to or not! How could he forget her?!*
*It wasn’t even a matter of letting himself cry, there was no way he could have stopped it even if he wanted to. The shock would fully settle in later, but at the moment his mind hadn’t had the time to react and soften the blow, so everything was just… pain.*
*It didn’t help as he dug his fingers into his lower jaw, leaving grooves in the plastic and nearly detaching the damn thing.*
*He’s shaky, unsteady on his feet, quick to back up to the wall and slide down it until he’s curled into a tight ball. He covers his ears, but it does nothing to quiet the static. It sounds like Tenna’s screen when he was still barely alive right after being cleaved. He can’t hear his own glitchy sobbing through the sound. The handset to the phone has been abandoned on the floor.*
[From Spamton's perspective, there was just more distorted yelling - something along the lines of "WHAT HAPPENED" "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU LOST HER" "WHY... WHY.... YOU COULD'VE..." through a cracking voice.]
[It's clear that Tenna isn't fully grasping the situation. With his words cutting through the handset like a chainsaw, each word stinging harsher than the last, and the extremely faint sobbing from Spamton's line — wait.]
[His antenna flicker at the sound. Looks like he caught himself... He stills his tongue, sinking back down to the phone. His expression remains blank to match the void...]
...
...
...
Are you still there.
[He's firmly clutching the coil of the phone now.]
(Ooc: Oops! Kinda major sh warning! But no blood or anything! Basically just really bad jaw dislocation. Also, graphic description of a panic attack.
Sorry Tenna… and also sorry to anyone who wanted Forsaken Salesman to get a happy moment. Also, apologies for the dramatics. I’m a thespian, it’s in my blood.)
*Spamton doesn’t hear Tenna’s final words over the static, he’s scrabbling at his jaw, his breath rapid in his chest, practically ripping through him. This is his fault. IT’S HIS FAULT. HE COULD HAVE DONE BETTER. HE SHOULD HAVE INSISTED RALSEI LET HIM GO TO GO BACK FOR HER. WHAT KIND OF A PARENT WAS HE?!*
*He wasn’t one. Not anymore at least.*
*That thought struck like a knife to his chest. He couldn’t feel his breathing anymore. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t feel his hands on his jaw anymore. Oh angel, he was dying! He was dying, wasn’t he?!*
*No- he was already dead. Right? He was still in the snow, his screen broken- wait. What? Nonono- that- that wasn’t right. He was there, but not like that! He could feel the glass shards making up his broken screen- NO. NONONONO HE DIDN’T HAVE A “SCREEN” THIS WAS WRONG. He tried to yank out the glass. Something was wrong. He was dying but it wasn’t him. He needed to get the damn GLASS OUT! It kept getting stuck! It kept-*
*There was a loud snap as his hands suddenly met no resistance and his lower jaw clattered across the floor.*
*The static ceased. The room was clear again. There was no snow. No glass. He was him.*
*There was no pain at first either. Nothing. Just confusion at the emptiness in his grasp where it shouldn’t have been empty. He couldn’t move his jaw either. His… Jaw…*
*It was all the way across the room, lying flat on the floor. For a few seconds he just stared at it in shock, then the pain hit.*
*Blinding, white-hot pain. It flashed across his upper jaw, his teeth, his eyes, deep and gouging, persistent, an electric fire. It ripped a glitchy shriek out of his throat, raw from hyperventilating.*
*All the noise seems to alert a certain prince. His call for the puppet can be faintly heard on the other end of the call.*
“Spamton? Are you-“
*Footsteps waste no time in rushing to Spamton. They pay no mind to the handset on the floor, but the receiver is still picking up the situation.*
“Angel above- What happened?!” *It’s unusual for the prince to raise his voice. This seems to be a rare exception.*
*Spamton has stifled his own shrieking by now, but is still in no shape to talk. Looking around, Ralsei’s eyes locked on the bottom jaw, all the way on the other side of the (admittedly quite small) room.*
*For a moment his blood ran cold, and he seemed to forget himself. But it only lasted for just a moment before he was sprinting into action, quickly snatching Spamton’s jaw before rushing back over to him.*
“Here! I- I think I can still fix it..!” *Spamton let out another garbled mess of a shriek, accompanied by repeated “sorry!”’s from Ralsei, while the prince popped his lower jaw back into place. He gradually quieted down as Ralsei’s hands glowed bright with healing magic.*
*It was like water to a flame, dousing the hurt until it was only smoldering embers. Of course, it was still there, still remarkably awful, but at the very least he could hear his own thoughts again. Though maybe that was more of a curse than a blessing.*
*The prince let out a breath of relief as he continued to heal the poor puppet, though an out of place object on the floor caught his eye.*
“Spamton? Who were you calling?” *He sounded deeply concerned.*
*The puppet gestured to his jaw, trying to indicate how he didn’t want to talk.*
“A-ah… right.” *Ralsei nodded briskly.*
*He had a hunch of who was on the other end, but his hunch was very far off.*
“They… they didn’t tell you to do this, did they?”
*Spamton frantically waved his hands, but it’s not like that could be heard over a phone.*
“O-ok! Ok! Sorry-“ *The prince relented. Finally, he stopped the flow of healing magic.* “Can… Will you be ok if I leave you alone?”
*Spamton wanted to get back on the phone, even if he couldn’t speak for now, so he nodded. Which- ow… hurt. He nodded perhaps a bit too quickly for Ralsei’s liking. The prince wrung his paws nervously.*
“You promise?”
*Spamton wasn’t the biggest fan of promises anymore. No one ever kept their word, especially not him. The prince should know that by now. He nodded anyways, much more cautiously this time as to not hurt his jaw.*
*Eventually the prince relented once again.* “Ok, just-“ *He reached out for the handpeice before Spamton could stop him.* “Tell me if anything like this happens again, ok?” *And with that, the handset was returned to its resting place, and the call was ended.*
But uhm, if the Pipis had actually survived, this is what she would’ve grown up to be.
I figured the pipis grows by absorbing the magic around it, which would mostly be Tenna and Spamton’s magic. Since Tenna has that laughing star attack of his, I decided to base her off that attack.
The wings and halo are actually from Wpamton, and are holographic, kind of like Spamton’s popup ads.
I’ll talk about her more later and actually draw her proper, but uhhh she isn’t canon to this universe. Sorry.
