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srry for the radio silence today! i’ve been making a crochet battat and he consumed my every waking thought
Mike is DEFINITELY three discreet nannies!
Egg-newborn-toddler
Tenna laughs along!! Yay!!!!!!!!! We're all laughing!!
"No one could be as eager about television as I am! ...but they do their parts."
The more Doctor speaks, the more at ease Ant feels. He was nervous at first-- why wouldn't he be? But how can he stay paranoid when all this Lightner wants to do is learn more about 『T』『V』?
"Right this way, sir!" Tenna leads the way with a pep in his step. If this deal doesn't work out and his family throws him away, maybe Doctor will adopt him instead, since he's so interested in television! Hahha! Hhahaha!!!!!!!!!
Tenna's office is themed in much the same way as the rest of the studio. Garishly. Bright colors fill the space, making it look smaller and more busy than it actually is. A luxurious couch big enough to fit the towering Darkner occupies one side of the room, matched by an impressive desk and chairs on the other. The walls are filled with posters of Mr. Tenna, interspersed with awards for the show that he probably gave to himself. It's a shrine to television-- or at least, to one specific CRT.
"Any questions so far?"
❝ And you are TV itself, right ? ❞ Hence. Why no one could ever match his enthusiasm. Do other objects share in the "self love"?
... Right that checks out. It's not Henry's style but-- it does add to his new theory on the "self love". Or, as he previous thought, Mister Tenna is overcompensating.
❝ What's the award for ? ❞ Can he look at it? He'll approach regardless, only touching if Tenna is fine with it but examining nonetheless. It should be a decent warm up question to ease into the next. ❝ As television, you must feel a personal connection to Lightners. ❞ Tell him more about that.
“I’m— a TV.” If only he really were the concept of television itself… to have direct access to the homes of all the Lightners in the world, to cater to their every need and desire…! ℕ𝕠 𝕠𝕟𝕖 would think he’s 𝕠𝕓𝕤𝕠𝕝𝕖𝕥𝕖 then.
The award is a golden statuette of Tenna, depicted holding a smaller award (a golden statuette of Tenna. Who is holding an even smaller. Statuette. Of Tenna.). The proud script at the bottom reads out “BEST IN HOMETOWN. TO: OUR RISING STARS”.
…upon careful examination, it appears that there was once another figure attached to the base of the trophy— a figure that has since been removed. A second Tenna??? Or someone else?
The Darkner’s expression turns wistful as the Doctor examines the mini-Ants. (He doesn’t stop the man from touching them.)
“Oh, that? It’s just… for a job well done. …I should really put that thing away. Haha. It’s so ꪻꪖᥴᛕꪗ.”
Now that the award is being pointed out, looked at, that empty space next to the little Tenna seems to taunt him with unasked for memories.
He’s grateful for the change in topic.
“Yes! Yes, I do! That’s the great thing about TV— it brings everyone together. I’m there for them during the good times and the bad. Whenever they need a distraction from their troubles, I’m the first one they turn to. It’s a privilege. I know everything about my family! And I would 𝐃𝐎 anything to make them happy!!! …do you have a family, Doctor?”
❝ I'm not that kind of doctor, but I have dabbled. Haha! ❞ He gives you a grin, laughing at his little joke with confidence.
They make television here? How does that work when... well, in his reality, TV is made by other people. "Lightners". Well, Henry assumes so. He's never actually stepped into a studio before, but the simplest and most mundane answers are usually the correct one, aren't they?
Usually.
❝ I can tell you're passionate about your work, Mister Tenna. ❞ Tell him more! ❝ I hope your employees are just as eager about television as you. ❞
Oh, that's an interesting comment. He either does overwork them, or he means it and is insecure about his image. Noted. ❝ That'd be a fantastic start, show me where the head of television himself works! I want to know everything about your 'studio' here. ❞
Tenna laughs along!! Yay!!!!!!!!! We're all laughing!!
"No one could be as eager about television as I am! ...but they do their parts."
The more Doctor speaks, the more at ease Ant feels. He was nervous at first-- why wouldn't he be? But how can he stay paranoid when all this Lightner wants to do is learn more about 『T』『V』?
"Right this way, sir!" Tenna leads the way with a pep in his step. If this deal doesn't work out and his family throws him away, maybe Doctor will adopt him instead, since he's so interested in television! Hahha! Hhahaha!!!!!!!!!
Tenna's office is themed in much the same way as the rest of the studio. Garishly. Bright colors fill the space, making it look smaller and more busy than it actually is. A luxurious couch big enough to fit the towering Darkner occupies one side of the room, matched by an impressive desk and chairs on the other. The walls are filled with posters of Mr. Tenna, interspersed with awards for the show that he probably gave to himself. It's a shrine to television-- or at least, to one specific CRT.
"Any questions so far?"
❛Is there something more going on in between us, or not?❜ ( from Alabaster / BIG SHOT era Spamsonne! Teehee, enjoy a blast from the past moment on the house ❤️ )
TRYHARD.
Tenna's screen heats, flustered. Okay, okay, okay!! He gets it! Al doesn't like being jerked around. He doesn't like the way Tenna's been flip-flopping on their relationship, both public and private. The way Ant slips his hand around Alabaster's waist in one promo pic, then holds him at arm's length in the next. The way being "partners" leaves so much room for plausible deniability.
It's just so-- so 𝕤𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕪 to be 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 in a world built on the dazzling fiction of a set.
"You're right. This hasn't been fair to you."
He hesitates, pensive. He can still fix this.
Moving slowly in order to give Alabaster plenty of opportunity to bolt, Tenna leans down. He dwarfs his business partner, and he's mindful of his size as he carefully, gingerly presses a kiss to Al's lips.
Ant's caught between wanting to be the perfect 𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓁𝑒𝓂𝒶𝓃 and getting ⱧØ₮ ₳₦Đ ⱤØ₩ĐɎ!! with this silent declaration that, yes, there's something more going on. There always has been.
In the end, he pulls away without pressing any further, antennas pinned back with nerves.
"Does that answer your question?"
༘⋆｡ tryhard.
all are lyrics from the ep, tryhard (2017) by the band CAMINO. songs are in order.
second chances, they don't bother me.
i don't care who you want me to be.
you told me to lie, but i won't.
i'll never get what i want if i can't on my own.
i took a chance on a feeling.
here i am, feeling alone.
it turns out they all hate you anyway.
they only tell me what i wanna hear.
it doesn't seem right knowing i'll never get what i want.
no one can feel the tension between me and you.
there's no need to mention all the things i wanna do.
we both know we'd be over if they knew.
we'll both be better off if no one knows.
just keep it to yourself 'til we get home.
they're looking your way.
if anybody asks, we left alone.
hush, don't give it away.
i don't wanna talk about it and we both know why.
i wish it wasn't automatic, the way i want you every time.
i see shades of you when i don't want to.
can't think straight since you've been gone.
you've got me off track.
baby, look at what you've done.
i hesitate to say the ocean could hold a candle to your eyes.
are we something to each other?
is there something more going on in between us, or not?
is it just on the surface, or what?
we should be honest.
are we lying to ourselves?
we're caught between the real thing and nothing at all.
do you feel it when you kiss me?
i thought it was nothing until now.
you know how to keep me waiting.
you got me staying up all night.
you gotta know this isn't right.
got me wishing i was with you.
need a ride, will you pick up?
you're good at looking at me like i'm see-through.
how do i get your attention?
i wish we'd never met.
i'm living with the ghost of you.
tell me what you want from me.
it felt like the beginning.
i feel like such a lonely creature.
i'm caught up in my delusion.
you're still here even though you're gone.
you're still the one that i dream about.
i'm stuck in a nightmare and i can't get out.
it's all in my head, but i keep giving in.
you were the one i always wanted.
you were the one that left me haunted.
do you believe me yet?
there's a distance between me and myself.
how did i become a stranger in my skin?
i can't find myself.
i feel like someone else.
it's weighing me down.
there's an ocean between me and myself again.
i keep on searching but the circle has no end.
when you pretend that you need me, i'm right there.
i shouldn't be drinking.
i suck at being alone with you.
there's so many reasons that i shouldn't want to.
wish i could make you hate me.
can't help the way you make me feel.
why does that make me want you more?
you take a piece of me with you.
tell me that you want me back.
it might break me.
The red string of fate entangles itself into a decisive knot around Scamley's ankle, &. it pulls taut, to his disarray.
Ever since the ❝Librarby's❞ laptop had received a RAM upgrade last week, programs had since been running at a significantly improved rate than they were prior. The smoother experience of software programs operating faster, coupled with more efficient multitasking, had been simply excellent for anyone needing to use the device⸻although the sudden changes had also caused Cyber City's streets to flood with the higher usage &. all-encompassing demand, as the laptop had grown that much more efficient than any of the older hardware sitting idle in the public computer lab.
The Dark World only reflected the fresh state of things: Cars streaming through the various streets &. network intersections. Plugboys traveling anywhere &. everywhere one could possibly imagine. Addisons raking in Dark Dollars like it was no one's business. It was the best state Cyber City found itself in a decent while.
&. of course: wherever the money went, the Syndicate would be sure to conquer.
But then came the bright idea from Kris to make a certain someone more modern. Somehow, some way, the Lightner had managed to get a hold of a device called a Roku stick. ( ... found in the Library, or bought using Toriel's card? That's to be discovered in time. ) ⸻A small apparatus serving as a portable video streaming service via wi-fi, &. connected via HDMI port. A deliberate act meant to cross the bridges between the entertainment &. tech industries.
... Though it just so happens, that, a certain someone doesn't have an HDMI port.
He needs an HDMI2AV converter, to make it work.
High usage of Queen's CPU makes the overall afternoon traffic that much more insufferable⸻having to cross over from Downtown NuBrowser Lane all the way to Mainframe Technical Avenue, on foot. Simply for the task of inspecting territory &. its dues, though at least there is the convenience of more effortlessly avoiding the Queen's personal surveillance squadron ( who tend to tail the vehicles that they find suspicious. ).
Assuming the guise of an innocuous businessman, Scamley strides through Cyber City with a printer toner-black briefcase in one hand &. a burner flip-phone in the other. Long legs carry him across the cerulean sidewalk's pavement as a conversation takes place,
❛Yeah, I'm heading over there now. Mhm. DPI Financial was in good standing. So was Terrabyte Motor Repairs. Uh-huh. Yes, I've yet to check in with PerDPI Construction. Was planning to the moment I made it to NVIDI Ave.❜
There's a brief pause &. a subsequent sigh,
❛⸻Unfortunately. It's been three months now, can you believe it? I'm sending Clickbait to assign a few of my associates to pay a visit to Thrifts & Gigs tomorrow. To renegotiate our active, outstanding contract.❜
While speaking, his head is turned to face the monolithic skyscrapers that loom over Cyber World. Nonchalantly on the lookout for the businesses that the Gilded Rootkit Syndicate have under a tight leash. Both antennae arc laxly as the chitchat continues.
It doesn't last long.
✶ ⸻ ❛ Agh! ❜
Not when a hurried Plugboy zipping past slams into Scamley's leg &. sends him reeling. The impact is enough to make him stumble, nearly tripping over the smaller Darkner before regaining composure. A brief flick-flick of a wrist to dust off his suit as a frown etches across his eyeless features.
When Scamley motions to scold them, his accent roughly unearths itself:
❛ Ay, watch where you're goin'! You ain't the only one walkin' these streets, Plugbozo! ❜
Only after adjusting his sapphire necktie, his lips are tightened into a frown as Scamley turns around⸻immediately knocking the side of his face into an upper thigh. Static electricity renders throughout both of his own antennae with an audible buzz.
( So much for taking his own advice. )
Glancing up—craning his neck back—reveals around 10ft ╱ 304 cm of pure Cathode Ray Television rivaling against his own 6ft 2in ╱ 188 cm height.
It's his other father. In a tacky, '70s era inspired plaid suit, no less.
( S H I T . )
With a quick swallow of his own spit does Scamley abscond, Oxford shoes booking it at a swift walking pace; nearing a jog. Shaky, panting breaths, hardly perceptible. A half-turn of his head over his shoulder reveals Tenna is in steady pursuit, now.
The burner phone raises once again beneath a hand that tremors with adrenaline.
❛...Hey, I'm running late to the meeting. Yes. Yes. Something urgent came up this morning. I'm headed there as fast as I can; we can discuss taxi fare when I⸻❜
🗲 ZZZRRTTT! 🗲 A sudden current of kinetic electricity rips from antennae &. up through Scamley's arm. A blinding burst of sparks. The burner phone is promptly obliterated.
A freak accident.
Scamley's breath catches itself in his throat, trapped; his body remains frozen in place for a split moment that feels like it's suspended in the sands of the hourglass. Fingers clutching where the phone should be right now; trembling. Sizzling with lightning.
For once, his composure shatters. He's entirely lost.
Tenna can make out a few of the stranger's words, their voice. Their accent. The details of what they’re talking about sail right over his head, but the rest of it…
Does this just feel familiar because it’s Cyber City, and everyone talks like that, or is there something more? There has to be. It’s hitting Tenna too damn hard for it to all just be in his head; this person is special.
“Gotcha!” he exclaims, and for a moment it looks like he’s about to grab the little stranger in his gloved hands to keep them from scurrying away. He doesn’t end up having to go that far, as his prey is stopped dead in their tracks by a surge of electricity as blinding as Tenna’s own screen.
“Are you okay?” he kneels, creating a little safe haven amongst the flow of foot traffic like an island in a stream. …but while his bulk blocks others from trampling over his new acquaintance, it also keeps the stranger cordoned off between the TV’s arms.
Trapped indeed.
“I get those a lot, too. The ‘𝓏𝒶𝓅𝓈.’ It usually means you’ve got a stray wire that’s begging for attention.”
Do Cyber Citizens even have to deal with frayed wires, though? Everything here is so sleek and new. And Tenna never shocked himself back when he was younger. …eugh. Did he just admit to being an old, broken model to a complete stranger? He was just trying to reassure them!
“This— that’s not how I wanted to introduce myself. Haha!!” How embarrassing…
“I’m 𝐌𝐫. 𝐀𝐧𝐭 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐚. The One And!” You’ve heard of him, haven’t you? He’s kind of a big deal!
“I hope I didn’t frighten you. It’s just— your face—“
How can he possibly explain without sounding like the world’s biggest creep?
“…it was MADE for 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍!!! You’re ONE OF A KIND! Come on, let me buy you lunch, introduce myself properly!” He’s not going to let you get away, not until he settles this strange feeling in his chest once and for all.
There's an impulsive tension as Tenna takes him in his arms -- [[ too much time ]] with the THREATS from--
The tension lets up as the warm glow of stage lights remind him where he is. Home. The warmth of Tenna's chest is nice for a moment, then a little too familiar-- [[ please don't burn him ]] !
『 RIGHT NOW??? HAHA. OKAY! SURE THING!!! ANYWHERE YOU WANT [[ darling honey baby ]] !! 』
Well %&%. He didn't mean to say that. Technically he didn't say it. ... Hopefully this doesn't get awkward! Maybe Tenna will find it endearing like he used to! But if not, he didn't say anything. He didn't. He didn't, unless he did.
『 DINNER. [[ the power of the internet at our fingertips ]], AND THEN A [[ prime time show playing now ]]? 』
Look out, TV World! Spamton G. Spamton is set to ROMANCE mode for the evening!
Golly!!
"You-- really do still feel the same about me after all this time…”
Don’t worry, Spamton. Flattery DO charge these batteries! Tenna would be far less happy if he thought he were the only one still carrying a torch.
“It’s a date.”
What will everyone think when they see them together?? Should Tenna put out a press statement? An exclusive interview with himself? The rumors will spread throughout the Dark Worlds if he doesn’t.
But maybe that’s okay. Maybe, just this once, he doesn’t owe his viewers anything.
“Give me a moment to go freshen up.” He wants to look his absolute best for this! “I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere! Hahaha!!!”
When he returns, he looks… exactly the same. Still, it’s obvious that he’s tried to do something to his appearance— are his antennas just ever so slightly straighter?
“You lead the way!”
"blue why do you only rb fanart of mike?" bc they're the best character in deltarune. next question
(tenna didn't remember any of this the next day)
It felt like they would be getting more questions than answers. Like whether they were actually on TV. They hoped not, honestly.
For now though, they were getting the feeling that they would need to play along for the time being. It didn't look like they would be allowed to just walk away.
(Were they really going to have to talk in front of this many people? Ugh!)
“... I'd got the... impression you already know who I am.” A peek upward to the TV man, whom now they knew was referred to as Mr. Tenna. Maybe if they only focused on him instead of the whole audience, they'd have a better time getting words out. Even if they couldn't help keeping a grip on their hat in an attempt to shield themself.
“But, um... Right. I'm Bedeku. I, uh...” What could they even say about themself? Should they just keep things TV-related? “... I like... quite a few things, I suppose. I do watch TV a lot...”
Truthfully, given their inconsistent schedule, it was difficult to find entertainment in many things. Which often made television the safest option. Returning home once their day was over, settling on the couch with a snack or dinner to see what was on. It was a calm moment in their otherwise stressful routine.
“... Is... that what this is about?” They were just trying to make sense of the whole thing.
"The cue cards only say so much!" Sure, he knows you. But does he really know you? Does he know what genre of movie you fall asleep to at night? What AS SEEN ON TV products fill your cabinets? Not yet. But that's all about to change.
"A Lightner after my own heart!" Tenna clasps his hands together and the crowd "awww"s!
"Then you've come to the right place! We'll give you more TV than you know what to do with!"
Let's get started. This should be a breeze for a TV-fanatic like Bedeku!
"You have control of the 𝑀𝒶𝓇𝓋𝑒𝓁𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝑀𝓎𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝐵𝑜𝒶𝓇𝒹, buddy. And since you've been such a good sport already, I'm going to let YOU choose how to start. Quizzes? Physical Challenges? Something COMPLETELY NEW??? What'll it be?"
Dear Mr. Tenna:
Good to see you up and about still. Kinda worried you’d be ( part of the message has been covered in white out with something different written over it. ) too glooby and retire.
Hypothetical question from this fan… Do have any past whatever’s that you miss being around? I swear you had a cohost at some point. Everyone keeps tellin me I’m imagining things.
Oh… here’s a… somethin I heard you like.
[ Attachment: x1 Nectar Honey Wine ]
This is… fanmail. Real fanmail. (And it got delivered just fine. NO. MAILMAN. REQUIRED.)
He sits down to reply immediately, tongue sticking out in concentration and nose pointed right at the wine. He can’t wait to dig in!
Dear Mx. My Fan, Thank you so much for the 𝐿𝒪𝒱𝐸𝐿𝒴 gift!!! How’d you know this is one of my favorites? You must be a WHIZ at Tenna Trivia! Never fear, gentleviewer. 𝚃𝚅 𝙽𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝙳𝙸𝙴𝚂. It’ll take more than 【that】 to take ME off the air! As for your question,
……
the show has had a few GUEST hosts on over the years. I bet you’re thinking of one of them! It can be so energizing to have another ⒷⒾⒼ personality onstage to quip with! But at the end of the day, there’s only one real star of MR. ANT TENNA’s TV Time. Don’t forget that.
……....
Write back soon! P.S. — I attached a little gift of my own for my 𝓑𝓘𝓖𝓖𝓔𝓢𝓣 𝓕𝓐𝓝! ⋆｡°✩
It’s a signed poster with only one host featured. A "TV" pin is attached. Now you can match!
He has a bad feeling about this. It feels like his wires are all twisted up, tugging at each other deep in his gut until he feels sick.
It's the same feeling he had back when--
But what choice does he have? He's headed for the trash heap any day now. No matter how hard he works, no matter how much he loves his family, there will always be someone newer. Better. Brighter.
He's 【ｏｂｓｏｌｅｔｅ】.
He needs this.
"It's a deal!"
"What do you want to see first? The ≋W≋O≋R≋L≋D≋ ≋O≋F≋ ≋T≋V≋ is at your command! Anything for you, Mr.-- ! ...what-- what should I call my mysterious new sponsor?"
@voidedjoy .
❝ Doctor. ❞ The correction is the first thing the Lightner says. It's as sharp and quick as a paper cut, given without second thought before he smiles. ❝ Well, how does it all work? What do you do here all day? Where do you go to unwind? ❞
He has another question on his mind, but he's getting to it. One step at a time.
“Wow! What’s your prognosis, Doctor? Are we going to 𝚂𝙰𝚅𝙴 TV Time? Haha. Hah…”
“Doctor” is curious about the behind the scenes workings of the show? There are a heck of a lot worse things he could ask! In fact… Tenna’s starting to feel better about this already! It’s like giving a VIP tour to a new fan!
“What do we do? Why, we make ⓉⒺⓁⒺⓋⒾⓈⒾⓄⓃ , of course !!! The stages are over to the left, lights and sound live up there, and the writer’s room is back behind this door right over here— follow me, I’ll show you! If we do our job right, viewers like you forget just how much work gets put into making a show, but the truth is… it’s a MADHOUSE! Cameras, scripts, blocking, costumes! And, most importantly, ᗰE!”
They don’t call it Mr. Ant Tenna’s TV Time for nothing, folks!
“There are. Places. I don’t overwork my employees, and if they tell you I do, they’re lying. Do you want to see my office? That’s where I like to spend my time when I’m not on stage.”
He has a bad feeling about this. It feels like his wires are all twisted up, tugging at each other deep in his gut until he feels sick.
It's the same feeling he had back when--
But what choice does he have? He's headed for the trash heap any day now. No matter how hard he works, no matter how much he loves his family, there will always be someone newer. Better. Brighter.
He's 【ｏｂｓｏｌｅｔｅ】.
He needs this.
"It's a deal!"
"What do you want to see first? The ≋W≋O≋R≋L≋D≋ ≋O≋F≋ ≋T≋V≋ is at your command! Anything for you, Mr.-- ! ...what-- what should I call my mysterious new sponsor?"
@voidedjoy .
Hehe! He catches the pink-- glad to know he's still got it!
Don't worry, he won't answer it! He's too [[ desperado ]] to keep things rolling. Tenna is here, cares about him after all, and hopefully isn't TOO DISGUSTED with how far he's fallen. He was right. He can fix this. He can fix his life. Himself.
『 FANTASTIC, ANTS. OF COURSE I'LL HAVE YOU TREAT YOU TO [[ the premium dinner package for two ]] IF YOU'D LET ME. 』
... You will let him, right Tenna? Right? Let him treat you well again?
『 ALL PLEASURE NO [[ business ]]. 』
This is starting to feel 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒𝓈.
Tenna's smile falters, and he's suddenly holding back tears.
"Oh, Spamton--!"
He scoops the puppet up in his hands, squishing him against his screen. It's hot from use and from static pooling in the corners, and he quickly moves Spamton to his chest instead out of fear of burning the poor guy.
"Let's-- let's go right now. Let's go out on the town, just the two of us! We'll send 𝔼-𝕄𝔸𝕀𝕃 and get dinner and--! And do anything you want! We have so many years to make up for... we need to do it 𝐀𝐋𝐋!"
