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He's
Trying very hard
The puppet
Is being puppeted about
I imagine he does not enjoy this
Meow, meow-meow-meow-meow Meow-meow-meow-meow, meow-meow, meow Meow, meow-meow-meow-meow Meow-meow-meow-meow, meow-meow, meow
I would like to show you
A closeup of that letter
that Chara is holding
With the soul removed, there was finally peace. Perfect, soothing silence in his head that wouldn’t distract Spamton from the quiet symphony of static his Tenna emitted. Just for a little while, Spamton could pretend the Soul didn’t exist. The two settled back in place, Tenna pulled a blanket up over Spamton’s shoulders and let static overtake his screen once more.
It didn’t take long at all for the puppet to fall doze off. Spamton relished in the silence he had been given. Deep, slow breaths, his mind focused on the static hum until it eventually lulled him to sleep.
~//~
Chapter 2 of Titan Rising: A Quiet Symphony of Static
A concert is starting.
Spira. This paper Newzee was created in the Librarby Dark World but calls City Hall their home. They were born from a newspaper article detailing the former Mayor of Hometown being implicated in a conspiracy to stay in power. As a Newzee they spend most of their time flying from one dark world to the next to report on the news and give Darkners all over the next big scoop.
No matter the subject, you can always trust Spira to get to the bottom of it. People they interviewed found their excitement infectious, but a little problem they had from the very start was that it was insanely easy for them to get sidetracked the INSTANT something else even slightly more interesting came up. They would do an interview about the queen implementing new traffic laws, then someone brings up the excess of Cungaderos on the road and suddenly all of their focus is pivoted on writing an article about the rise in popularity of wheeled cars in cyber world and who was behind their meteoric rise.
Whether it be about Princes caught in Candy Trees or the greatest coverup in the history of televised entertainment, you can trust that Spira would report the facts.
"I suppose [That's All, Folks!] In case I don't see ya, good afternoon, good evening, and good night."
The final chapter has been released.
(She glows in the dark too)
Chapter 21 of a Single Red Wire has been released
Read from the beginning here
“So this is the other dark world, huh…? I expected it to be more… more,” Noelle mutters, bringing a hand to the side of her head to move the hair from her face.
“[Dark] Worlds are [News Feed] by the items in the space the dark fountain [Occupied]. When Kris brought everything to the [Supply Closet], they took everything [except] the closet,” Spamton said, gesturing to the castle deep into the distance, "Nothing that [The Cat Petterz Club] can't handle, right, [Snow Angel]?"
~//~
Fic summary: at the end of his battle with Kris and the Gang in Chapter 2, Spamton finds himself on the receiving end of an unexpected kindness. Kris agreed to give him a piece of their Soul as a potential way for him to live for himself again. It doesn't take long for him to realize that this Soul was vastly different than anything he could have expected, though. Not only are they fully sentient, but they seem to have a strange level of interest in Spamton and helping him achieve his goal of true freedom.
So Spamton agrees to help the gang going forward, understanding that he needs to get stronger so he won't have to rely on someone pulling his strings. Doing so allows him to reunite with people from his past, heal from his traumas and slowly regain a hold of his own life.
The Soul says they want what's best for him, but who knows. He's been burned by disembodied voices before.
Commission for amazing and awesome @aristotletheaxolotl and their fanfic below!
A Single Red Wire by AristotleAxolotl on Ao3
"Tangled up in all of these wires, completely at the mercy and command of other people around him. Perfectly unresponsive and existing to serve the purpose of someone else…
This was the fate Spamton was always terrified of, one that was thrust upon him against his will, one that he desperately wanted to keep Tenna from ever having to experience. The worst part was, though, no matter how terribly he wanted not to think this way, he couldn’t help but notice just how beautiful Tenna looked."
Chapter 20 of A Single Red Wire: Emergency Broadcast Interruption
~//~
Ooooh this is just so beautiful, I'm so happy with how it turned out, it's truly phenomenal and captures the scene better than anything I could have ever done up myself. The use of light, the static on the screen and the way it shines down on Spamton, every detail is perfection!
Oh!
They're adorable!
And yet
Why am I filled with a strange dread?
Read from the beginning
"The Wilds, the empty space between Dark Worlds, was no place for a Darkner. Thick trees of black and grey covered the landscape and obscured the ground that Spamton found himself in a freefall towards.
At least Ralsei did notice him. At least he did fly as quickly as he could to try and prevent him from getting lost, but in this form Spamton was simply too heavy to lift back up. The two of them fell down onto the top of one of the trees, the impact dispersed small clouds of dust that rested on the foliage. The tree’s top felt almost completely solid, like they were stepping on a giant ball of moss or a dense shag carpet.
There was a moment of calm between them, Spamton’s breath quick and uneasy while he examined the world around him. This was the wilds, they had set foot in the wilds… his breath hitched once more, eyes wide while his body trembled in fear at the sight of jagged rocks between the tree trunks below.
Some of them looked like Darkners."
Chapter 19 of A Single Red Wire: Locked out of Heaven
"Tell me, Spamton, are you smiling?” He asks.
Spamton nodded once more, sniffing loudly as his lips slowly pulled into a desperate broken smile.
“Y-yes…”
“Yes, what?”
“I’m smiling….” His voice wavered, tears running down his cheeks and settling between his lips.
“Good. Keep smiling, Spamton. I don’t want anyone to see you without a smile on your face… Now I’ll let you get going again, you have a lot to do.”
Chapter 17 of A Single Red Wire: I'm Smiling
Read from the beginning
ASRW MASTERPOST
[Angel is distracted by something]
"Their photos were in every publication, that stunningly coloured coverpiece could be seen on every street corner on a magazine that eagerly announced their interview on page six."
Chapter 15 of A Single Red Wire: Freedom of the Press
Chapter 15 cover art, commissioned and reposted with permission by @enchantzzz
textless version under the cut!
ASRW MASTERPOST
Dress-up time I suppose
WOOO!!!!!!
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