heeh, hi. got the confidence to share one of the DeltaRoads related writings I've made n posted elsewhere as of recent. Gonna be quite a long one, but I'm still happy with how it turned out. title + blurb will be below this, and the actual story itself will be below the cut. I may post the other one down the line, but it will likely be sent as a doc link since that one is a bit over double the length of this one AND comes with art, which idk if it would push past the post size limit Tumblr has.
Anyways, hope you enjoy the read. Would love to know what y'all think :3
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💧❄✌☼❄ ☼🕆☠☠✋☠☝📬
A glimpse into the past. During a time where an Archangel grew close to who they believed was a Darkner. A duo who were inseparable behind the scenes. Yet, strains of their relationship built to be so much that the floodgates were swung wide open, and they got into a VERY heated argument. A shame it ended the way it did though. Nothing ever being the same again since this fateful day.
[Note: To get the full context of a conversation later, you will need a wingdings translator to fully understand it; same goes with knowing this story title]
"Hey Spammy, how have those numbers been treating you?" A teasing tone to his voice, a toothy grin appearing on the screen.
"Oh my stars, tonight's performance was a RIOT!"
A very cheery tone spoken by a rather tall monster entering the room, who swung his upper set of arms over his head. He plonked himself down onto the Green Room couch, melting into the soft cushions with a dreamy sigh. A buzz hummed out of his CRT head as his nose blipped out of view. Tilting his head back, he glares at the only other person currently occupying the room. A darkner, with a grey pink hue to their hair and dark heterochromatic eyes with piercing bright irises. They were nose deep in paperwork, muttering nonsense to oneself whilst chewing on a pen.
"…Sorry I couldn't be there like you wanted me to."
"Oh y'know, the usual. Giving me a big headache yet keeping my mind occupied." The Darkner chuckled, then sighed out of exhaustion.
"Anyways, great to hear the performance went well for ya Tens!" A delayed comment to what was uttered before, though he's now looking up and at the other figure in the room.
Silence fills the air. The CRT headed monster, known by the public as Tenna, shifted his position and sat up. His nose blipping back as he furrows his brow.
"It's fine… Managed to find someone who was able to fill your spot." He sighs.
"Though they didn't do it as well as I knew you would've." His smirk dropped, becoming more of a frown.
"It's the kind of role that is perfect for the likes of you."
"Y'know, I've noticed you've been dodging the chance at being in the spotlight as of recent. What's going on there Spamton?"
The addressed darkner doesn't say anything, going back to looking over the paperwork and writing things down.
"Hey, didn't you hear m-"
"I heard ya loud and clear cathode." He snaps back, slightly annoyed.
"…"
"…Well?"
"Hm?"
"Are you going to answer what I asked of you Spammy?"
Spamton sighs. Then puts the papers aside and gets up, arms raised.
He then begins to leave the room. Tenna looks offended at his response.
"Spams, you can't just dodge the question!" Tenna gets up and follows him, much to Spamton's chagrin.
"Look, Tenna, I know you may be a bit worried, but trust me! The paperwork has just gotten to be plentiful ever since Wondertainment Isle has picked up steam. There's nothing more, nothing less." Spamton turns around as he's in front of the door, looking back with a grimace.
Tenna shrinks to Spamton's height. He can tell his partner is stressed despite what his tone says. Shoulders are tense, and the 2 pseudo antennae (which is what Tenna views the two hair flicks on Spamton's head as) are straight and held back. He's been around this darkner for years now, picking up on minute mannerisms like this helps him read the guy like a book.
"Deflective as usual I see…" He slumps, staring at the ground with droopy antennae.
He feels guilty, but he knows he can't say the full story. It is a can of worms he swore not to open.
Spamton tenses as he sees the switch in mood from Tenna.
"Aw Tens, look. I'd love to tell you…"
"But I really can't becau-"
-ring ring-
A faint sound filters into the room. Spamton's hair stands up, a shiver being sent through him. Tenna's head lifts as his antennae perk up.
'Shit. Not now.'
"Is that…?" Tenna weakly said.
Spamton closed his eyes and just nods, letting out an awkward sigh.
"Heh.. that thing always calls for you at the worst times, huh?"
"Yeah… Think I should go answer it. Got a feeling it's important."
"…Really? More important than what we're talking about right now?" Tenna tilts his head. His face isn't showing anything, so his current emotions cannot be read very easily. But his antenna bulbs have a look of shocked confusion. Spamton glanced at them and noticed that.
"Tens… it's uh. Real complicated. A can of worms I wish to not open, y'know?" He has a chagrin toned smirk for a while before his mouth drops into a frown.
Spamton turns to face the door, lifting his left arm to open the door. A sudden tug is felt as Tenna grows in size a bit and grabs.
"No." He says sternly. Voice shakey.
"Ehahah. What do you mean no?" Spamton gets worried.
"Tenna? T-Tens?" Spamton tries to pull his arm out of the grasp, but it's no use. His breathing starts to quicken.
"You are not leaving to see that phone." Tenna growls, his size increasing again.
"Not until you tell me what's going on."
"ᶜᵃᵗʰᵒᵈᵉˀ" Panic is setting in fast, as Spamton's face and raised hair indicates.
Blinded by rage and concern, Tenna doesn't let go, but drags Spamton closer. No words spoken, but a frustated look and mechanical whirring is all that gazed back at Spamton.
The phone only grows louder and persistent. Trying to drag Spamton over despite the predicament he's in. Spamton takes a deep breath and tries to reason with his frustrated business partner.
"C-Cathode. The phone biz is private. Genuinely cannot tell you much more."
"Stop it with those lies Spamton."
"What lies. How do you know what I'm saying is false, huh? Have you been stalking me????"
"Ohh would you just SHUT IT." Tenna grows so large he almost breaks through the green room ceiling. His hand wrapping around Spamton and placing him into a vice grip, lifting the smaller figure up into the air; his legs dangle as best as they can.
"I've SEEN how you look fresh off a phone call. Exhausted. Tense. That thing is doing something to you, AND YOU WON'T TELL ME-" His voice booms, frustration and betrayal blended together in each word. The sudden noise makes Spamton wince. With one of his unoccupied arms, Tenna pinches the bridge of his nose.
"Dear angel, Spamton. I genuinely care for you, and it feels like you're spitting in my face over it…"
"Ehehaheheh, it's so damn ANNOYING. You think you're doing good with the constant check ups? But you ain't. It gives me headaches sometimes, and it even makes me regret signing up to being your business partner sometimes." As he says his piece, Spamton squints; his irises glow to emphasize his current annoyance with the whole situation.
Spamton looks on, dumbfounded.
"Care? CARE? If you cared about me, YOU WOULDN'T BE SO GOD DAMN CLINGY ALL THE TIME." He wriggles within Tenna's grasp, snarling as he says his piece.
Tenna stares. Nothing from the CRT for a moment, before a manic grin spreads on his face. His antennae raise into a jagged look, with the bulbs reflecting his current mood.
"Annoying? Eheh… that is BOLD coming from a little sponge like YOU. I could turn you to dust RIGHT NOW-" His grasp tightens on Spamton, squeezing out whatever air was in the darkner's lungs, before loosening up to how it was before. "-but I'm merciful. Kind. Unlike you it seems. You're even lucky I saw potential in you all those years ago. Tried to bring this place from the ground up with your brainpower to help for the more technical stuff. Cause what would you do now, huh? That DAMN phone is messing with you, and I just want to help. Is that too much of me to ask from you Dove?"
A Nickname Spamton almost never hears. This makes this interaction sting his soul more.
Yet he blankly stares. Then, out of the blue, Spamton bares his teeth and bites down onto Tenna's hand. The bite force was surprisingly strong, and it forced Tenna to yelp and let go. Sending Spamton plummeting.
He lands on the hard floor with a thud and groan. Looking up, Tenna is hissing while he tends to his hand to check for wounds. Spamton feels little guilty, but he's also still annoyed. Just on cue, as if it were a sign, the phone ring begins to scream.
Tenna looks down, and just sighs.
"Go. I know you want to." He sounds defeated, antenna drooping. "…ᴵᵐˢᵒʳʳʸᶠᵒʳᵇᵉᶦⁿᵍᵃᵇᵘʳᵈᵉⁿᵒⁿʸᵒᵘ⁻"
Tenna is left alone in the room. The phone ring taunting him. He curls in on himself as he shrinks, sobbing uncontrollably as a wave of emotion hits like a freight train after Spamton left. He doesn't know if he could ever forgive himself for what just happened. All he did was mutter grievances under his breath in an unintelligible language; it sounded discordant and garbled.
Spamton dares not to glare at Tenna anymore. He reaches for the door, and opens it.
"Yeah. And I'm sorry for not being worth much to you too, Trash Heap." He spat that insult out as he walked through and slammed the door behind him.
Meanwhile Spamton is swiftly making his way to his room, from where the phone resides. Swinging the door open, he sees it. A simple dialphone, pitch black with white buttons and multicoloured numbers. It's been ringing nonstop for minutes now, and Spamton is tense about that. Closing the door behind him, he rushes towards it and grabs the phone.
He takes a deep breath, and finally answers the call.
"💧︎🏱︎✌︎💣︎❄︎⚐︎☠︎📬︎ ⚐︎☟︎ ✌︎☠︎☝︎☜︎☹︎📪︎ ✋︎ ❄︎☟︎⚐︎🕆︎☝︎☟︎❄︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎🕯︎👎︎ ☠︎☜︎✞︎☜︎☼︎ 🏱︎✋︎👍︎😐︎ 🕆︎🏱︎✏︎ ☟︎🕆︎☜︎☟︎☜︎☟︎☜︎☟︎☜︎✏︎✏︎✏︎✏︎" The voice was discordant in tone, yet somehow there is some form of playfulness to it.
"Eugh, hello. Apolgies for the long wait."
"⚐︎☟︎☟︎📪︎ ✋︎❄︎🕯︎💧︎ ✌︎☹︎☹︎ ☝︎⚐︎⚐︎👎︎📬︎ ☝︎🕆︎☜︎💧︎💧︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ ☞︎⚐︎☼︎💧︎✌︎😐︎☜︎☠︎ 👍︎☼︎❄︎ ☟︎☜︎☹︎👎︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ 🕆︎🏱︎✍︎"
"Yeah. Yeah he did."
"✌︎🕈︎☟︎📪︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ 💧︎⚐︎🕆︎☠︎👎︎ ✌︎☹︎☹︎ 💧︎✌︎👎︎📬︎📬︎📬︎ 👎︎✋︎👎︎ ☟︎☜︎ ☟︎🕆︎☼︎❄︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎☼︎ ☞︎☜︎☜︎☹︎✋︎☠︎☝︎💧︎ 👎︎☜︎✌︎☼︎ 🏱︎🕆︎🏱︎🏱︎☜︎❄︎✍︎"
"First off, don't call me that- Second, maybe he did… Well it's more like you suddenly needing me drove him up a wall."
"⚐︎☟︎⚐︎☟︎⚐︎☟︎⚐︎☟︎📪︎ 💣︎✡︎ ✌︎🏱︎⚐︎☹︎⚐︎☝︎✋︎☜︎💧︎ 💧︎🏱︎✌︎💣︎💧︎✡︎📬︎"
"⚐︎☟︎✏︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ ☼︎☜︎💣︎✋︎☠︎👎︎💧︎ 💣︎☜︎✏︎ ✋︎ ☟︎✌︎✞︎☜︎ 💧︎⚐︎💣︎☜︎ ☞︎🕆︎☠︎ ☠︎☜︎🕈︎💧︎ ❄︎⚐︎ ❄︎☜︎☹︎☹︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎✏︎"
"Hm? Lay it on me." Knowing how the caller behaved, he remained cautious.
"💧︎⚐︎⚐︎⚐︎⚐︎📪︎ ✋︎ ☟︎☜︎✌︎☼︎👎︎ ⚐︎☞︎ 💧︎⚐︎💣︎☜︎ 👍︎⚐︎💣︎🏱︎☹︎✌︎✋︎☠︎❄︎💧︎ ☞︎☼︎⚐︎💣︎ ☯︎☟︎☜︎✌︎✞︎☜︎☠︎☸︎📪︎ ✌︎👌︎⚐︎🕆︎❄︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 🕈︎✌︎✡︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎🕯︎✞︎☜︎ 👌︎☜︎☜︎☠︎ ✡︎🕯︎😐︎☠︎⚐︎🕈︎✍︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎✡︎ 🕈︎✌︎☠︎❄︎☜︎👎︎ ❄︎⚐︎ ☹︎☜︎❄︎ 💣︎☜︎ ❄︎☜︎☹︎☹︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 👎︎☜︎✌︎☹︎ ✋︎💧︎ ⚐︎☞︎☞︎📬︎" As the sentence went on, the tone shifted from being playful to downright menacingly mischevious.
Spamton felt his heart sink when being told that. His eyes widened, and his hair spiked even worse than it did earlier.
"No. Nonono it can't be. What did I do wrong????"
"☟︎💣︎💣︎💣︎💣︎📬︎ ✋︎☞︎ ✋︎ ☼︎☜︎💣︎☜︎💣︎👌︎☜︎☼︎ ☼︎✋︎☝︎☟︎❄︎📪︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎🕯︎✞︎☜︎ 👌︎☜︎☜︎☠︎ 💧︎☹︎✌︎👍︎😐︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ ☞︎⚐︎☼︎ 💣︎⚐︎☠︎❄︎☟︎💧︎ ☠︎⚐︎🕈︎📬︎ 👎︎✋︎👎︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ ⚐︎☹︎ 👍︎☼︎❄︎ 🕈︎☜︎ 💧︎☜︎☠︎❄︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 🏱︎☜︎☼︎💧︎🕆︎✌︎👎︎☜︎ ✋︎☠︎❄︎⚐︎ ☟︎☜︎☹︎🏱︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ 💣︎✌︎😐︎☜︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ ❄︎⚐︎⚐︎ 💧︎⚐︎☞︎❄︎✍︎"
"Uhm. No he did-didn't. I swear I've been keeping my end up of the deal-"
"❄︎︎︎☟︎︎︎☜︎︎︎☠︎︎︎ 🕈︎︎︎☟︎︎︎☜︎︎︎☼︎︎︎☜︎︎︎ ✋︎︎︎💧︎︎︎ ❄︎︎︎☟︎︎︎☜︎︎︎ 🏱︎︎︎☼︎︎︎⚐︎︎︎⚐︎︎︎☞︎︎︎📪︎︎ 👌︎︎︎🕆︎︎︎💧︎︎︎✋︎︎︎☠︎︎︎☜︎︎︎💧︎︎︎💧︎︎︎💣︎︎✌︎☠︎✍︎ 🕈︎︎︎☟︎︎︎☜︎︎︎☼︎︎︎☜︎︎︎ ✌︎︎︎☼︎︎︎☜︎︎︎ ✌︎︎︎☹︎︎︎☹︎︎︎ ✡︎︎︎⚐︎︎︎🕆︎︎︎☼︎︎ 👍︎︎⚐︎︎︎☠︎︎︎❄︎︎︎☼︎︎︎✋︎︎︎👌︎︎︎🕆︎︎︎❄︎︎︎✋︎︎︎⚐︎︎︎☠︎︎︎💧︎︎︎ ❄︎︎︎⚐︎ ❄︎︎︎☟︎︎☜︎︎ 👍︎︎︎✌︎︎︎🕆︎︎︎💧︎︎︎☜︎︎︎ ☯︎︎︎☟︎︎︎☜︎︎︎✌︎︎︎✞︎︎︎☜︎︎︎☠︎︎︎☸︎ ✋︎︎︎💧︎︎ ☼︎︎︎✌︎︎︎☹︎︎︎☹︎︎︎✡︎︎︎✋︎︎︎☠︎︎︎☝︎︎︎ 👌︎︎︎☜︎︎︎☟︎︎︎✋︎︎︎☠︎︎︎👎︎︎✍︎︎︎"
"…"
"❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎🕯︎💧︎ 🕈︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ ✋︎ ❄︎☟︎⚐︎🕆︎☝︎☟︎❄︎📬︎📬︎📬︎ ✌︎ 💧︎☟︎✌︎💣︎☜︎ ☼︎☜︎✌︎☹︎☹︎✡︎📬︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ 😐︎☠︎⚐︎🕈︎ 🕈︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ ❄︎☟︎✋︎💧︎ 💣︎☜︎✌︎☠︎💧︎ ☞︎⚐︎☼︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎📪︎ ☼︎✋︎☝︎☟︎❄︎✍︎"
As much as he didn't like to think about it, he knew what the punishment was for this.
"Yes." He answered coldly.
"☝︎⚐︎⚐︎👎︎✏︎ ☠︎⚐︎🕈︎"
"💧︎❄︎✌︎☼︎❄︎ ☼︎🕆︎☠︎☠︎✋︎☠︎☝︎📬︎"
"What?"
"✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ ☟︎☜︎✌︎☼︎👎︎ 💣︎☜︎✏︎ 💧︎❄︎✌︎☼︎❄︎📬︎ ☼︎🕆︎☠︎☠︎✋︎☠︎☝︎📬︎ ⚐︎☼︎ 👎︎⚐︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ 🕈︎✌︎☠︎❄︎ 👎︎☜︎✌︎☼︎ ⚐︎☹︎ 💣︎☼︎ ❄︎☜︎☠︎☠︎✌︎ ☼︎⚐︎🏱︎☜︎👎︎ ✋︎☠︎❄︎⚐︎ ❄︎☟︎✋︎💧︎ ❄︎⚐︎⚐︎✍︎"
"FUCK." He shouted as he slammed the phone down on the reciever, ending the call abruptly. One can only assume that the caller is giggling about this very reaction.
Spamton bolted out the room, a look of grief and panic on his face.
Meanwhile, Tenna was on his way to check in on the little business man after the heated exchange of words they had, hoping to make it up to him. Twiddling his fingers whilst partly zoned out. He then feels a force push on his leg, and he glances down. A coloured blur went by, but it was one he recognized.
"Spamton?" Tenna turned around, soft spoken but worried. All he got as a response was a bitter glare glazed in fear. Spamton knew that, if he stayed, things wouldn't end well.
Outside, Spamton shoved through the bustling crowd. Caring not for who he knocks over, yet hearing them yelp and shout at him to watch where he's going.
He goes to open the door that Tenna just walked through.
"Spamton wai-"
And slammed the door as he exited. Leaving Tenna alone in the hallway.
"…"
Left to his own thoughts, Tenna leans against the nearest wall before shrinking. Sobbing and quivering.
But he can't. He has to leave NOW. The final words on that phone were spoken as a threat that he knew would be acted upon.
Spamton ran like the wind, never looking back. He kept going til he tired out, getting deep into the heart of New Wirral. Surrounded by a forest at night, the moonlight illuminated the landscape. It felt serene.
But there was something lurking. Spamton could sense its presence.
A lump of fear appeared as he started to hyperventilate. With his fears being confirmed as a gutteral growl emerged from the trees.
"I know you're -re there… Show yourself!" Spamton tried to act tough, but it was no use.
A looming shadow crawled out, approaching Spamton slowly but surely. Blue eyes pierced through the dark, locked in on the target like a predatory animal. It was about twice the height of Spamton, and had an unnatural feel to it.
Emaciated in look, it was monochrome grey whilst being outlined by blue. In front of Spamton, was Epiardo.
"Ehahaah… hey Epi- Didn't think I'd be seeing you so soon?" He sheepishly grinned, curling up as it approached.
There was no reply.
Without saying a word, it raised an arm. A stick of blue energy emanating from its palms like a small fountain.
"W-wait! I can still be good. We could do another deal!-
It can't be over this quick, right??
Tenna was just too stubborn in his cheery ways…"
The beam took shape, and Epiardo readied its next step. Spamton began to panic, shaking on the spot and waving his hands frantically in front of him.
"W-w-wAIT
NONONO-
PLEASE-"
-SLASH-
A loud sound rang through the air. Then, as fast as it erupted into noise, the forest returned to serene silence.