#fan mail

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Somehow, there's another letter from the same kid. Same angular handwriting in bright red ink and everything.

mr tenna— bro kicked my ass today i would say thats all there really is to say on the matter but i dunno man today was different mustve been weirdly sensitive today or something cuz i cried like a little bitch for an hour after dont worry too much about me though ill be okay its not like hes gonna kill me or anything he just wants me to be stronger but sometimes i just dont really wanna be strong not if it means never knowing a day of peace in my life just one fucking day dude thats all i want sorry for using your mailbox as a diary or whatever youd call this i just feel like keeping something like this in my apartment is worse than having it be read anonymously in front of millions of strangers haha god if my friend knew about this letter shed be psychoanalyzing the fuck out of me over that last line thats like her THING yknow i hope its ok if i never tell you my name or my friends names or anything identifiable like that i dont really want anyone finding out its me — broken record

Another doodle of a record broken in half sits under the signature, along with a very low effort doodle of Tenna and Spamton with... admittedly strange facial expressions. It's charming, though, in a weird way.

[* Oh, it's that broken record kid from yesterday...]

[* The drawings at the bottom of the letter catch his eye first. He bends down next to Spamton to show him.]

"Hey Spammy, look, they drew us!"

[* Spamton grins at the little drawings.]

"Heh, they really captured your likeness, [[Boob Tube]]!"

"Hey! I don't make that face!"

"Pretty sure ya do."

[* Tenna sticks his tongue out before going to read the actual letter, his smile melting away into an expression of concern as he does.]

"Oh."

"Whaddya mean 'oh', [[Cathode]]?"

"Another one."

[* Spamton presses his lips together in a thin line. Another one...]

"Ah. Yeah, that'll. That'll do it."

"Oh, and... Don't worry. You can send as many letters as you like about WHATEVER you like, viewer! And you can also tell us not to read something on air, if you... If you'd rather say something to either of us privately..."

[* Tenna forces a smile, but it's hard to tell it's fake.]

"You mentioned you have friends, right? I recommend talking more to them about... th-the brother thing. Friends are there for a reason!"

[whiteminotaur8699]

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The letter is written in angular, sloppy, almost childish handwriting. The language contained within, though, suggests the viewer might be in their teens. He says a few words that I'm not comfortable typing myself, so those words will be omitted and you can imagine what he's actually typing.

mr tenna— i dont really know how to write letters cuz my bro doesnt really teach me that stuff but im probably gonna try anyway cuz im gonna go fucking bonkers if i dont get this out like legit off the wall insane theyll have to put me in a straight jacket or something god i hope my bro doesnt find out i wrote you guys he thinks your show is [REDACTED]. anyway i just wanted to say that on the rare occasions i can watch tv without being noticed like when i sneak out of the apartment to watch it at the store its made me like legitimately unironically embarrassingly happy to see your show like so happy it makes me feel a little stupid for not being ironic about it i wish i had a bro like you like dont get me wrong my bro is really cool and all but like hes kind of a dick and it would be nice if i had a bro who was like fun and nice like you are i love your show man thank you for making it sorry if that sounds [REDACTED] — broken record

Under the signature, there's a sloppy doodle of a vinyl record with a red label snapped in half.

[* This... was the first time Tenna had gotten a letter addressed only to him. Usually Spamton was the favorite, and for good reason. He was the funny one, after all. Everybody likes funny.]

[* Another troubled kid finding comfort in the show. That always gave him a bittersweet feeling...]

"I'm glad I can make you smile, viewer. Though, I uh... I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't use the R word, that's not a very nice thing to say. We can't exactly show the letter on our big screen because of it..."

[* He sighs and smiles.]

"I hope things can get better between you and your brother. It doesn't sound like you like each other very much..."

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[That small, precious little painted rock that sits in Spamton's pocket feels like it gets heavier, today. In reality, it doesn't change weight, but maybe it's the figurative weight of Alix's last letter that makes it feel like it's heavier than it actually is.

It's been a few days since Alix sent his last letter. It did seem like a farewell letter since he didn't know when they were gonna move. Maybe he's moving right now...is he moving to another dark world, or just to another part of the city? Then again, he probably would have kept sending letters if he wasn't moving far away...

Alix stays in Spamton's thoughts today. That one letter he sent not long ago of his amazing drawing of himself in that Polaroid picture where he clearly took a photo of himself as reference, comes to mind. He was so happy in that photo...]

[The crushing reality of the possibility that that might be the last time Alix feels that happy again for a long time comes to mind. Hell, he just made up with his friends in that letter, and now he has to say goodbye to them, too! You wonder how they took the news...]

[When you hold the little blue rock, its warmth feels like comes and goes in waves. Sometimes it's cold, sometimes it's comfortingly warm. ]

[* They only seem to notice it when the hype of the day's episode finally ends.]

[* The both of them silently hope Alix is going to be alright.]

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[A familiar letter is lying in the Fan Mail room. For once, it has no duct tape on it, rejoice!! The envelope is a simple white with blocky handwriting on it.]

[The letter is once more written on crumpled lined paper.]

Dearest Mister Tenna and Mister Spamton,

I'm sorry my last letter was written on a napkin. I couldn't go to work the day after I got back home so my paycheck was cut and I couldn't buy a proper box to put the stuff into.

Speaking of work, I finally managed to quit my first ever job and move onto something a little nicer! I now work at a nearby library. The pay is still bad but it's better than the pennies I got before. Still, the librarian card is more than worth the decreased pay, I can finally take almost all books home with me! I've been reading up on algebra more and I think I wanna study physical biology once I'm done with the first batch of books I took.

I wanted to ask for some advice regarding my home actually. Do you two know any good locks? Someone found me two days ago while I was sleeping and tried to pull me out of my home by the ankle(I sleep sitting with my legs raised) so I bit them. I think I might have broken their nose cause I heard a loud crunch when I bit down.

I didn't mean to hurt them, I promise. I was just so scared, I've never seen them before and they were trying to drag me somewhere. I'll be on my best behaviour from now on.

Sincerely, Finn.

[At the end is a picture of Pomegranate on her back with the caption 'I taught Pomegranate how to do flips for treats, hope this brightens your day.' written on the bottom.]

[* Spamton looks between the letter and the camera a few times before smiling smugly. He knows exactly who Finn is talking about.]

"Nah, [[Don't Worry, Just Call]] about them. That guy's always been a real piece a' work, I say it serves 'em right. [[CONGRADUTATIONS!!]] on the new job, by the way. Also any ol' lock'll be fine, if people really wanted [[breaking and entering]], they'd bring somethin' ta break the lock with, and they'd get in trouble for goin' behind a store wit a sledgehammer or boltcutters."

"How the heck do you know all this...?"

"Lived on the streets before I was the [[BIG SHOT]] I am now. Ya learn some stuff."

[anemptyflask]

hii just wanted to say i hope you’re okay with all the people saying meanie stuff to you just because they don’t have basic reading comprehension. you’re very appreciated in this fandom i love your blog and everything you write and there’s many people on here who do! try not to take everything they say to heart it’s a reflection of them not of you 🫶

Lol I appreciate it! But really I'm fine, I found it more funny than anything. A clear example of having zero reading comprehension skills and being mad for the sake of being mad lol

But I really do appreciate the love 🫶

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[There is a letter in the mail room. The handwriting alone is enough for Spamton to recognise who it is from. That cursive, egotistical handwriting reads 'Coral' in bold letters.]

[Inside is a Letter.]

Dearest Cunt Spamton G. Spamton,

It has come to my up most attention that you have found a way to better yourself. Good, it's quite pleasant to see you have such a big head have so much fun.

Unfortunately, I was forced to reach out despite our little disagreement because I was recently savagely attacked by someone I was told you know. A thing Darkner has made a home in a dumpster behind one of our company's old buildings and when I, as if proper by law, attempted to evict evacuate them, they pounced on me and bit me! I might have rabies for all I know!

My distress and suffering aside, please, call off this mutt friend of yours please. I don't want further issues with it.

"No. No, [[I don't think so]]."

[* He smiles, but it's way different than any face he's made on the show before. It's the least friendly he's ever looked. Snide might be the best descriptor.]

"At least you're [[Say my Name]] this time. Does it make you feel proud knowing you were [[Last one in stock!]] of your coworkers to do that? To call me by my [[@#$*]]ing NAME?"

[* Tenna is looking a little nervous. Jeez, Spamton is kind of terrifying when he hates you...]

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[You receive a letter with the return address blacked out. When the letter is opened, it’s filled with chicken scratch, nearly unidentifiable hand writing.]

Dear Mr. Tenna and Mr. Spamton,

I never wanted to be the kid who got their letter read live on TV or anything, and I never wanted to be famous. That was a job for people like you. That’s why I never sent a letter before.

But I don’t have a lot of time left, and I just wanted to thank you. Your show has helped me through some of the hardest moments of my life, and I’m not sure I would have even lasted this long without you.

Thank you for making my life as good as it could be.

[A hand drawn picture falls out of the envelope. There’s a person sitting on what appears to be a hospital bed, watching the show. They appear to be sick, but they’re smiling at the show]

[* Damn. That's kind of depressing!]

[* Tenna feels something heavy in his chest reading the letter. It's bittersweet, really... The situation they're in is absolutely AWFUL, but... it's nice the show has kept them going, he supposes.]

[* He forces a smile, though it looks a bit weak.]

"I'm... I'm glad we've been able to help."

[* Spamton's smile is a little lopsided. Kinda hard to know what to say about something like this...]

"Hey, you're a real trooper, [[Bud]], good job stayin' alive. Or somethin'."