Roger was a tired guy. He had achieved everything in life, but he never managed to start a family and enjoy the things of youth, because of the weight of responsibilities his father placed on him,After all, he had inherited a banking company that made millions every day.Today, an old man with a beard that looked like he hadn't been trimmed in months, he entered his office with many papers,And then his personal assistant, Noah, who was about 50 years younger, saw how depressed his face seemed and had an idea.
So, a few hours later, Roger was at his desk working on his computer while finishing his notes, when the door opened and it was his assistant, Noah.
"Sir, I brought you some juice, and I also brought some contracts from a Dutch company that wants a bank loan"
*Noah said*
*Roger took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes*
"Thank you for leaving it on my desk; I'll take care of it..."
Then Noah left a juice on the table with the papers and left the room. But what he didn't say was that he had put a special mixture in there, something only a wizard like him would know
*A few minutes later*
Roger had finished with the paperwork, adjusted himself in his chair to catch his breath, but he glanced to the side and saw the juice there, and seeing how responsible his assistant was, he murmured, "That kid's a real angel...",Then he reached for the glass and drank the juice; it was strawberry juice, but the sweetness in it was so special that he hadn't even realized he'd drunk it all at once.
But after a while he felt a slight tingling in his hand, and a few minutes later a slight warmth came that only increased. Roger even lowered the air conditioning temperature, but it didn't work,So to solve it,He got up and went to lock the door, then he took off his jacket and began to unbutton his shirt, opening it,But he had noticed that during that time, he had already lost that beer belly, and that his hair was now black and white,Now he was in his 40s, with a lean stomach, so when he slowly opened it up he saw that his body was regressing, and regaining definition and muscle mass,His abs were defined until they were hard, his arms had grown so large that his sleeves were too tight,What made him take off his shirt completely, leaving him half-naked, his chest expanded and became hard as a rock, and his half-white hair had turned completely black and straight,Besides growing much taller, Roger looked out the window and was speechless...his body, his face...he had returned to his 30s, muscular, big, and tall again, and now he felt moren Light...The sensation was incredible; he had the strength of a man who could lift a table effortlessly back in his mind. He flexed his arms, watching the veins forming...his nipple now hard and his beard smooth...
Then he remembered that the juice was from Noah, who had delivered it...and now he was thinking of giving him a good promotion at the company...
Today was a strange day for Henry. He woke up feeling much more tired than usual, and that feeling worsened when he went to work,So a friend at work gave him an energy drink, and he drank it thinking it might help him get through the workday. But then, while he was alone in his office,A sudden heat wave came over him; he even lowered the air temperature, thinking it was just stress, but the heat didn't stop,Taking advantage of being alone and the curtains being closed, he unbuttoned his shirt to try and relieve himself, but he soon noticed something,His muscles were growing, muscles he didn't even know he had; every minute it seemed his height increased a little along with his muscles,At the same time as He felt all the tiredness fading away, being replaced by an energy He hadn't felt in a long time,Then he lifted his chair and looked down, admiring his beautiful physique. His chest was magnificent, and his abs? Ripped!And Now he was ready for another shift...
AHA!! I broke through my art block/burn out long enough to draw some lore for my new Deltarune AU!! :DDD This has made me the very happy. 🙂↕️
Now for the lore ramble incase anyone is interested.......👁️👁️ (And for my own archiving needs XDD)
In my AU, TV Time used to be a very popular show in the 80s and 90s. But as time creeped into the 2000s, Tenna couldn't make the transition into the digital age. And his viewership started to dwindle over time because of it...
But then Spamton came into the picture. Spamton grew up watching TV Time and had a genuine passion for the show. He was aware of its dwindling viewership so he went to Tenna and proposed an offer! If he was hired onto Tenna's team, Spamton could create advertisements, merchandise, a system for fan mail and even pitch "new and fresh" ideas for Tenna to try out on his show! All the while keeping the original structure of the show. So TV Time was still. Well, TV Time! Tenna was apprehensive.. but desperate, so he agreed.
Well, Spamton's ideas were a smash hit! People found the show through advertisements, had a blast watching it with these new fresh spins on it, heaps of fan mail were being sent in and the merchandise kept selling out! And thankfully, Tenna had a lot of fun with these new ideas as well! :D
At some point, Spamton came on the show as a guest to talk about the changes that were made to TV Time. By now, Spamton and Tenna had become good friends. So while on the show they had great chemistry and laughed way too hard at each other's stupid jokes. 😂 The viewers LOVED their dynamic, and sent in thousands of letters and emails asking for Spamton to return. And so he did.
Show after show Spamton would return. And each episode was funnier than the last. Eventually Tenna just wrote up a contract and signed Spamton on as an official co-host of TV Time. This was a real dream come true for Spamton .. 😊✨✨
All was well, until Spamton was in his office late one night, and he got a strange phone call..
The caller talked about some "deal". About how he could make Spamton a [BIG SHOT]. But Spamton just laughed it off and declined, hanging up the phone and returning to his work.
Over the next few days, unnerving things started happening to Spamton.. he always felt like he was being watched. He could swear he hears another set of footsteps when he walks alone in hallways.. Things from his 3rd story apartment feel moved around or just.. different..
Things took a very dark turn when Spamton awoke to a tapping sound at his bedroom window. He looked over and saw a large figure staring into his room. Said figure then punched through the window, shattering it. Spamton was attacked by the intruder, his neighbors heard his screams and called the police. Spamton just managed to get through his living room as his neighbors burst into his apartment looking to help.
But the intruder slunk further into the apartment and fled out the window he came in from. The cops came, the scene was processed.. Spamton was relatively unharmed..
Spamton ended up just packing up a lot of his things and fleeing to a hotel room. He would return when the damage to his apartment was repaired.
Spamton called Tenna that night and told him what happened. Telling him he might be late for work tomorrow as he tries to set up his essentials in his hotel room. Tenna told him to take as many days off as he needed.
3 days later Spamton was back on the show as if nothing had happened. He tried his best to play it cool and not let the stress get to him. But as the days went on, he continued to notice more and more creepy things..
Spamton kept seeing things out of the corner of his eye.. he swore he would see several figures standing in the bushes outside of his hotel.. he heard tapping inside the walls, and a strange coppery smell would appear in random rooms he entered..
It all came to a head when Spamton had gone out to his car one morning to go to work. As he walked he could hear someone approaching behind him.. He kept turning to look but saw no one. He walked faster and faster, eventually running to his car. As he fumbled with his keys he saw someone large standing behind him in the windows reflection, they grabbed his shoulder so tight their nails dug into Spamton's skin-- he whipped around and shouted- dropping his bag and keys--
But no one was there..
He started to sweat, he collected his things with trembling hands, hurried into the car and sped off.
When he made it into the studio, he was late. Tenna was already on set waiting for Spamton to arrive. Spamton quickly cleaned himself up and rushed out onto set at the last second, just in time for them to go live.
Spamton did his best to do dramatic gestures to hide his shaking hands, and kept directing the focus to Tenna when he started to struggle to speak..
During their breaks and lunch breaks, Tenna looked for Spamton and tried to talk to him. But he could never find him..
By the end of the day, the show went.. fine, all things considered. Tenna was scheduled to stay on for an extra segment at the end without Spamton. Once Spamton's time was up he bid goodnight to the viewers and fled further into the studio.
Meanwhile, Tenna was worried sick about Spamton. He could tell something was really wrong with him today.. As soon as cameras were off, Tenna was out of his seat and looking for his co-host..
He made it to their shared office and hesitated to barge in, even though it was his office too. He knocked, "Spamton? Are you in there?"
Some shuffling, then Spamton opened the door.
He looked awful, he dryly laughed and reminded Tenna that it was HIS office too. he didn't have to knock! XD Tenna came inside and gently asked Spamton if he was ok..
He waved Tenna off. He was ok! Nothing was wrong! He was just stressed after the break-in a few weeks ago, that's all. Nothing was ACTUALLY going on, he was just being paranoid! The hotel was a safe place to stay, everything was fine..
Tenna became much more worried. He guided Spamton to sit down, He spotted Spamton's blazer on the ground near the door. Without a word Tenna picked it up, folded it nice and draped it on the chair Spamton was sitting on. He then took a water bottle from the mini fridge and offered it to him.
He told Spamton that he believes them to be friends.. right? Forget the show, forget professionalism. Spamton can be honest with him if something's happened or is going on. Tenna just want's to help, he can tell him anything, he wont judge- He swears..
Spamton took the water and kept insisting that this was fine, he was fine!.. But his hands were trembling too much to unscrew the cap.. Tenna knelt down in front of him, although he was still too tall to meet Spamton's eyes.
Tenna offered his hand and gently asked him something, but at this point Spamton couldn't hear him. He dropped the bottle. Tenna went to pick it up, but Spamton started crying.
He broke down. He admitted he was freaking out. Hard. He explained that he was starting to believe he might have a stalker, even though his "evidence" seemed to just be his mind playing tricks on him.
Tenna placed a hand on Spamton's shoulder, but he hardly noticed. The words just kept spilling out..
He admitted he was scared. He was so scared that someone might be following him around- maybe it's the same guy that broke into his apartment- maybe it's multiple people! Either way Spamton felt too scared to go back to that hotel- he just couldn't. He couldn't go back because of these stupid fears that he couldn't really prove. He was so embarrassed but he didn't know where to go- o-or what to do- and--
Tenna stopped his spiraling thoughts and reminded him to take deep breaths. Spamton tried but it didn't do much.. Tenna picked up the bottle, unscrewed it and guided Spamton's hand to it. Telling him he needs to drink.. Spamton just held the bottle. Too focused on running his fingers through his hair to sip from it..
He felt so unsafe, Spamton continued. He felt like someone was right behind him anywhere he went. He couldn't eat he couldn't sleep- and he thinks spending one more night in that hotel alone would push him over the edge..
Tenna frantically thought of anything he could do to help,, when he got an idea, he suggested that Spamton could just come stay at his house for the night. He lived in a gated community, so it would be a lot safer than his apartment or maybe even the hotel.
Spamton seemed to calm down slightly and listened to Tenna's words..
He told Spamton he didn't even have to drive there, he could leave his car in the studio's enclosed garage, and then ride with Tenna in a company SUV to his house! That way his car is safe and no one will recognize the vehicle that he's in.
Spamton looked up..
He also wouldn't even have to stop at the hotel to grab overnight essentials. Tenna could just stop by a store on the other side of town and pick something's up for him. Then they could go to Tenna's place and just unwind..
Furthermore, Tenna doesn't need to sleep. So he'll even be awake all night to act as a night watchman of sorts for Spamton. I-If that was any comfort that is..
Spamton.. couldn't believe it. When Tenna made it clear that this offer was very serious, he just melted. Finally he seemed to break out of this mental spiral..
He would love that. He would love that so much..
Tenna stayed with Spamton until he could take deep breaths consistently, then he left to quickly collect their things. Including Spamtons uneaten lunch..
Spamton spent the whole car ride coming down from that all that anxiety.. They followed Tenna's plan and arrived in his driveway with everything Spamton would need to stay the night.
Tenna's house was comically old fashioned inside, but it was almost comforting in a way. Nostalgic, wholesome.. Tenna made dinner for both of them and they just watched TV and talked and talked.. Spamton went into better detail about all the weird things he'd experienced, and came clean about some destructive behaviors it caused, like skipping lunch, pulling all nighters...
Eventually, Spamton hit a wall and just crashed. He fell asleep on the couch, mid movie.
Tenna covered him up with a blanket, and then went about cleaning up the mess they had made. He stayed up all night just as he said he could, watching over Spamton and keeping a close eye on the scenery outside..
From here, their dynamic changed a lot. Their friendship certainly became much stronger. Spamton became really attached to Tenna, and Tenna became very protective of Spamton.
A lot of the AU I might draw follows this set up. With Spamton being a sad/paranoid wet napkin and Tenna taking care of him XDD Like I haven't done THAT dynamic before!🤪
But yes, this was a VERY LONG ramble/fic(???). So I thank you for reading if you got this far!! :)) I hope to post more of these goobers soon, if my burn out allows it <XD
10 years already... time flies by, and as someone who heavily self-inserted as Frisk when I was 12, I can't help but feel like they must have been growing alongside me. I'm already 22, I can no longer wear stripes...
Lots of close-ups below (WITHOUT the pages), because there are A LOT of details to seek
I deeply enjoy the confirmation that, although Pure Vanilla is kind, patient, and forgiving, he is also capable of being impish when Shadow Milk is misbehaving in a low-stakes situation.
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