#ler!spamton

[coy-lee-q]

The TV is weak to dad jokes

Bonus:

[candytkls]

Saw you asking for rqs on main but like

Something something. Spamton being so tiny he can scurry under tenna's clothes. Something something. Tenna not wanting to move too much lest he hurts him/his clothes.

I really love this idea Anon!! Because Spamton 100% would pull some shit like that-

So have a struggling TV man, doing his best to keep calm while a little gremlin wrecks his shit >:3

(Minors DNI)

[nulldragonhere]

(Polyship) Tenna, Spamton, and reader tickle fic.

Author's notes: Yes, I am still on my polyship bullshit. What of it. For these, I wanted to try a different direction: The big shot and TV era! Just wanted to explore how things might change in that past era.

More silly moments from everyone's favorite polycule, set in the shiningly bright past of your favorite stars.

------ "You're on in five, Tenna. You should finish getting ready."

"That's more than enough time." He makes no move to get up. Instead, the host stays put, leaving you in his lap as he rubs a thumb gently into your lower back.

You made a move to get up, "It's really not-"

"Good luck with that, [Angel]," Spamton calls from over his shoulder. Unlike the main host, he was putting in some effort to prepare himself for the stage, putting his hair in order and checking himself over in the mirror. "He's gonna wait until [Last minute christmas shopping], calling it now."

"You reek of jealousy, Spammy~" The TV sang while pulling you closer.

"Yeah? Only one of us is gonna look [underprepared for battle] when we [enter stage left]. It ain't gonna be [me, myself, and I!], big guy! I'm looking like a [big shot]!" Spamton flicks his comb for added flair, "Where's your [two piece suit jacket combo], anyway?"

Tenna buried his face in the crook of your neck, giving off a noise of displeasure. He knows he'll have to get up; and he always ends up battling this exact demon every day, no matter who was in his lap, and it was constantly a losing battle.

Spamton leaned against the arm of the couch. "We're on in [three-]"

"I knowwwww-" He groans into your neck, hugging you right up against his chest.

You couldn't help but squirm a bit. Between the vibrations of him talking, and the static on his screen, Tenna's nestled position against your neck really kind of tickled.

You let out a short giggle, pressing a kiss to the corner of his screen and watching his antenna perk up with a giggle of his own.

You would come to realize how bad (good?) of an idea this was, as the TV cradled one side of your face, rapid-fire kissing against the side closer to him. With his other arm still wrapped around you, you were firmly trapped and forced to endure the playful attack. You squirmed and pushed against him with a quiet laugh, still feeling the static buzzing each time his face drew near.

"Ohohokay, cut it ouhuhuhut-!" You successfully paused his attack, viewing his silly-looking grin by holding the sides of his face. He purred and leaned into the touch.

"Alright, [lovebird releasing ceremony], come on..." Spamton reached over to rub your shoulder, "You can get back to it [remind me later]. No need for [public displays of affection] [before the show]."

"Just because yoooooooou're reserved about affection doesn't mean WE have to be!" Tenna booped the mailman's nose, who blinked in confusion, "They're having fun! They were just laughing!"

The last of the giggling faded out of your voice slowly as you settled back against the couch cushion, "Because your static tickled, honey."

You could have sworn you heard the sound of shattering glass as soon as the words left your mouth.

"It DID?" Tenna seems far too delighted with this information.

Spamton sighs wearily. Tenna's inadvertantly learned a new trick, and both of you were gonna be feeling it soon. "Rookie mistake."

His comment went unnoticed to you as Tenna hugs you close, shoving his screen back against your neck, static buzz making you bust out into another wave of giggles. You let out a short bark of laughter when his hands came up to squeeze at your sides, ineffectually pushing at him. The distance only served to let one of his hands sneak in and skitter against your stomach.

"Sooooo cute! I'm testing this more later! On both of youuuuuu~!"

"WE ARE [online] IN ONE," Spamton whirls around to quit facing Tenna, eager to change the subject. Poor big shot... you could see his blush from here.

Tenna lets you out of his lap at last, standing up and adjusting his tie. His suit jacket is put on in one fluid motion following, giving himself finger guns of approval in the mirror. While this happened, Spamton leaned back against the arm of the couch to whisper to you as you recovered from your laughter.

"Why'd he have to learn a [new skateboarding tricks] today, huh? We're never gonna catch a [break the targets!] at this rate."

"He's having fun," you shrugged, "not like we can't get him back. Now get out there, your audience awaits."

You gave his stomach a quick squeeze, smiling at the short honk it earned you. Holy fuck, you love these dorks.

------

You were immersed in a new book when you felt it being taken, shut and tossed aside, and your space was newly occupied by a certain salesman, who was far too happy to worm his way in.

You didn't flinch, watching your book sail across the room. You already knew this song and dance. "Hello to you too, Spammy."

He settled himself in, deciding on straddling your hips with a smug grin, hands on your shoulders. "Heya, doll. This [space for rent] looked empty, hope you don't [mind the gap!] me parkin' it here."

"You could have asked. Instead of throwing my book away." You put one hand on his thigh, the other propping your head up.

You watch him shrug in a nonchalant, almost infuriating way, flashing his usual award-winning smile. One hand moved over to cup your chin, tilting your face to meet his gaze as he scooted closer.

"Gonna [do something!] about it?"

It was cute how he thought he was in control here. You knew what he wanted, and you were more than capable of making him work for it.

And squirm, he did. His confident gaze faltered slightly when you didn't give him a response. You rubbed your thumb on his thigh, giving a quiet hum. This strategy worked predictably to work him up, but he wasn't off the hook just yet.

"Maybe I could," You moved your hand up to rest on his side, watching him jump slightly, "Or I could ignore it. I'm more patient than you." You barely suppressed a grin when you saw his eyebrow twitch in irritation. "It's hard to tell what you want when you refuse to say it. Care to give me a hint?"

You give him the same irritating shrug he gave you. You absolutely loved the building frustration on his face. You rubbed your thumb over his side, watching some of the bite get taken out of his otherwise fierce expression and his mouth twitching.

He's so easy.

"What do you mean you [error 404: not found]!? It's obvious!"

Ooh, now he was cranky. You put your other hand on his other side, watching him shudder as your thumbs rested on the edge of his stomach. "Is it, though?"

"I-It is!" His face flushed, and he grabs the collar of your shirt in both hands. You felt him jolt slightly when your hands slipped under his loose shirt, grip on your collar loosening with another shudder when he felt your hands resting against his sides once again, thumbs rubbing upwards to his lower ribs.

He gave a quiet whine, lowering his head against your chest to hide a wobbly smile and increased shuddering. You swore you could feel his chest shaking with anticipatory giggling, and you grinned. You did love seeing him on the ropes like this, but you couldn't keep it up forever. He was, unfortunately, too cute to deny for long.

"You're cute when you're needy. You really do a 180 from your usual annoying and cocky self." You kissed the top of his head, one hand tilting his chin back up to look at you. His cheeks were almost as red as his signature suit. Cute...

"You fell in love with this [grade-A asshole], sweetheart! So [it really works!] on you!" He huffed.

You let out a short, dry laugh. "Never said it didn't. I already know you aren't gonna say what you're really after here, so... shall I?"

Just when you thought he couldn't flush any darker, the short salesman surprised you. He gave a small nod, looking anywhere else. He didn't always readily hand over the reins like this, so you had to take advantage while you could.

You grinned at the squeak you earned when you grabbed his hips, manhandling him and shifting your position to pin him to the couch while hovering over him. The usually-confident addison looked up at you with wide eyes and a wobbly smile, squirming as your hands slid back under his shirt.

You gave his sides a gentle squeeze, skittering over his stomach. His body jolted before falling into a giggle fit that made your heart skip a beat. Watching his hands come up to cover his face as he attempted to curl up only made you let out an audible 'aww'.

"How are you so cute?" You ran your thumbs over his ribs, watching him flush darker.

"I ahahaham not cuhuhuhute-!" His hands were still trying to cover his face as he giggles himself silly. "I'hihihihm a [Big shot!]-!"

You couldn't help but lean down and pepper the few exposed spots with kisses. He yelped before giggling harder, one hand still trying to cover his face while the other tried to push you away. You just couldn't have that! You dug your index fingers into the skin under his arms, enjoying the short screech it earned you as his arms shot down and left his face wide open for kisses.

He giggled harder, just on the edge of a loud laugh, trying to squirm away from the butterfly kisses. "Nohohohot thehehehere-! Eeheheheek-!" Spamton let out a squeaky laugh every time a kiss landed around his neck or ears, attempting to curl up and defend himself.

"You're struggling to beat the cutie accusation, you know." You planted more kisses along his jaw, his head trying to come down to cut off your access. If you had a tail, it would have been going a mile a minute at the state of your cocky salesman.

One of your hands slipped down and pushed his shirt up, unnoticed to him due to being lost in his giggling. "Ihihihi'm nohohot cute! Thahahat [car title] belongs to sohohohomeone else!"

"You think so?" Your hands went to his stomach, making him jolt and giggle, his hands shooting down to yours before anything happened. "Because I think you've borrowed the title for the time being."

Spamton flushes again, looking anywhere other than you as his hands still wrapped around your wrists. "...I [preference updated] the term handsome."

"Fine, fine," You shrugged, "You look stunningly handsome when you giggle yourself silly. Is that better?"

"N-No-!" He squawks, "Leave off that [last call] bit-" He collapses into a shriek when you squeeze at his stomach, leg bouncing as he tried to resist the urge to start kicking.

His hands were holding on to your wrists, but he wasn't pushing you off. He was content to laugh himself silly, just as you'd mentioned. You couldn't help the soft smile on your face... or the absolutely devilish idea that just popped in your head.

His stomach was already exposed, and you still had some silly energy to get out, so why not?

Your hands shifted to running up and down his sides as your head came down, planting those same butterfly kisses from before on his stomach.

The reaction was immediate.

The big shot let out the loudest, highest-pitched screech you've heard out of him yet, body jolting and thrashing so hard that your hands had to switch to clamping his sides to keep him from rolling away. He was babbling some kind of plea for mercy while pushing at your head. Oh, you were absolutely gonna keep this in mind next time he needed to go down a peg.

"Wuh-oh, someone's in trouble!" You looked over to see Tenna watching in amusement. How long had he been there? "I thought someone was dying out here!"

Spamton slowly calmed down as the attack stopped, going limp and panting out some residual giggles. Tenna let out an amused laugh.

"Well! Can't say he wasn't asking for it! I heard him annoying you all the way from back in my office!"

"And you didn't even try to help." You shook your head in mock disapproval.

"I think you did fine all by yourself! Just look at him, melted into a cute little puddle!" Tenna put a little too much emphasis on 'cute', feeling absolutely intentional as you heard Spamton let out a quiet groan. "It woulda been overkill if I hopped in! I can't kill him like that, he's my co-host!"

You pulled Spamton's shirt back down, placing a normal kiss to his forehead. He gives you one of his casual, confident grins as he sits up. "As if you two could have [killed] me before I [got your back]."

A beat of silence falls over the living room as you and Tenna exchange a silent glance.

The silence was rapidly replaced with the sound of the big shot's laughter once again. Needless to say, Spamton lost this round. Badly.

------

It was that time of the week again: evaluating the show reviews.

Usually, it went fine! Reviews and viewership have been higher than ever since adding a co-host and other stars to the cast, but this time, uh...

"Viewership is DOWN! What are we doing WRONG!? Aren't we fun enough!?" The sound of Tenna's fit could be heard in most of the studio, and it sent almost every employee scattering.

"Tenna, Asriel and Kris went back to school for the year," You were attempting to placate him, "They've got afterschool activities, and they've been meeting up with the Holidays in the evenings to make things easier on all of the parents-"

You paused to let him hiss at a passing Zapper, who scrambled away from his fangs and claws.

"-Asgore's work has gotten busier, and Toriel has papers to grade. They've been busier, yes, but they still love you! They just don't have as much time-"

The main star tugs at his antenna, wailing. "We're DONE. TV time is DONE, everyone GO HOME, we've FAILED. Watchtime is NEXT TO NOTHING! What are we going to DO!?"

"He's not [you're listening to the radio!] you, darlin'." Spamton sat back at the minibar, pouring himself some scotch. "Just gotta let him [cooldown initiated] by himself."

You hated to stand by and let one of your partners work himself up like this, but Spamton was, unfortunately, correct- Tenna needed to come down on his own terms, or he would just spiral in a different direction. You both could talk him through it, but not when he was this high-strung. He had to calm down a little first.

It didn't take long for his rampage to settle into a quiet boiling rather than the previous explosion. He shrunk by a considerable bit, letting out a pathetic whimper, antenna still clutched tightly in his fists. You approached first.

"...Hey."

No response. You reached out slowly, your hands gently landing on one of his fists. Your fingers pressed, slowly unfolding his fist and freeing his now-wobbly antenna. His grip shifted and softened, holding your hand in his. Spamton did the same with his other hand, both antenna now weakly raised above his head.

"Hey, [big man on campus], how are you feeling?" The big shot's tone was soft- it was a tone that very few others ever had the pleasure of hearing.

"Ohhhhh, I just... I... urf..." Tenna shrunk by a few more inches, "I just don't want them to forget me."

"They won't. This lull in activity happens sometimes, but they always come back." You held his hand with both of yours, planting a kiss on the back of it.

"Yeah, and the [home for the holidays] will be comin' up! That's always a busy time, everyone [gathered around the table] watching movies and stuff! They'll be back, just you wait." Spamton gives him a wink.

Tenna remained quiet, but you could tell that he appreciated the comfort. He would be embarrassed later, but for now, he held hands with both of you like his life depended on it. Maybe it did.

You leaned in and rested your forehead against Tenna's, just barely registering another quiet whimper... or at least, that's what you thought it was, until he squirmed backwards.

Tenna's face now bore a wobbly smile, one arm clearly trying to retract back. Looking over, you saw that Spamton's fingers were scratching at Tenna's palm. The TV let out quiet, almost inaudible huffs of laughter. "S-Spam-!"

"What? We're just [holding hands], trying to cheer up our [sweet most darling] partner. Is something not [satisfaction guaranteed!]?"

"Th-That's nohohot the issue ahahahand you know ihihit-!" Tenna giggled. You couldn't help but grin at the sound, which only flustered him more.

"You probably needed to be redirected from your spiralling, anyway." You laced your fingers with his, leaning in to give him a kiss on the cheek and cupping his face with your free hand. His antenna shoot straight up with a tiny yelp as you give him another kiss on the screen. This much attention so suddenly...!

...But on the other hand...

"Spahahaham-! Knock it ohohohohoff-!" Tenna's giggling had ramped up as the salesman approached, fingers laced within his, and started scratching at his ribs. With the realization that both of his hands would be useless in defending himself, he scrunches his shoulders in one last-ditch attempt.

He didn't want to scoot back, because it meant that he wouldn't be getting a kiss anymore, but Spamton scratching around his ribs, sneaking his hand upwards, has him almost reconsidering.

It's when you suddenly betray him, hand squeezing at his stomach while kissing his cheek that he throws back his head for a louder laugh.

"B-BOTH OF YOUHUHUHUH-! WHYHYHYHY-!?" He yelps out when Spamton's hand scratches under his arm.

You exchange a quick glance with the big shot, a mischievous grin spreading across both of your faces as you give the answer in tandem:

"We love TV."

You both let out a short 'aww' when the flower makes a sudden appearance, Tenna yelping and screen flushing pink.

"We do! We love our TV!" Your hand scratches at his side and earns a yelp, "We love giving him attention, we love how cute and handsome he is!"

Spamton grins wickedly, "We [love it!] the noises he makes when we [tickles the fancy]!" He gives him a devastating raspberry to the neck, watching him finally crumple to his knees with his screen glowing a vibrant dark pink, squealing out a sound akin to microphone feedback.

"We know the audience loves him, too. Who wouldn't like someone so charming and fun?" You poked at his side, "That's why we fell for him. Right, Spammy?"

"The only time I am [agree2all] in public, big guy." The salesman lets out a short chuckle, "We [love you!], so don't you worry about anything, [ok]?"

For your final coordinated attack, you both kissed him on the screen. He gave out one small squeak-

And proceeded to colorbar.

"TENNA-!?" You gripped the sides of his head in horror.

Spamton threw himself back with a laugh, having to support himself on a nearby table. "Holy [cungadero]! We must've gotten the [high score] and broke him!"

You firmly and quickly patted the plastic casing on the side of his head. You've never seen him do this before, what happened-!?

His screen came back to life with a small gasp. You let out a quiet sigh of relief. "Sorry, Tenna. Didn't mean to-"

"Oh, that? It happens! Just overheated. Don't worry about that!" He twirled his tie around his finger as he stood up, looking innocent. Then his screen went dark, a bright smile the only thing cutting through.

"Worry about my revenge instead, darlings."

A shudder ran down your spine. Hey, did someone turn the A/C down...? Nope. That's just the promise of retribution later. Maybe he'll go after Spamton first...

[tsunazette]

Hello there! If you accept request I had an idea of a spamtenna fic where tenna and spamton are trying to get along in castle town and make up from their past mistakes as it ends up in a tickle fight with spamton winning using his neo form (id like to think his blue heart would help to tickle tenna like sneak under his shirt and attack him with kisses and raspberries)

Of course i accept request ! Sorry for the wait ;; ( i have written a lot again sorry TT )

Not long after Tenna settled into Castle Town and FINALLY realized that the “ugly rat-looking puppet” was actually his dear beloved Spamton… he decided to make an effort to get to know him better and try becoming a better person. Something the puppet genuinely appreciates, even though he loudly admitted on his side that he also has a terrible personality and needs to grow as well. After all, they both made mistakes in the past! Now that they’re living in a much calmer present, they can focus a little more on each other.

After the Knight’s attack, the TV man’s shoulders are sometimes painful, and on certain days he struggles to properly use his arms. Thankfully, Spamton seems more than willing to help during those moments and takes care of most of the chores and cooking instead.

Because yes; the two of them decided to become… roommates. Tenna admitted to Susie that he no longer knows whether he wants to… be adopted by other Lightners or simply grow old peacefully in Castle Town and enjoy a sort of “retirement” with his former partner.

Things aren’t easy every day between Spamton and Tenna. They argue often, even if the giant TV usually bursts into tears a few seconds later and begs the puppet not to abandon him, promising he’ll try to do better. On his side, Spamton has to learn how to trust Tenna again and open up to him. The conversation about the… contract hurt the giant Darkner so badly that the puppet struggled to cheer him back up afterward. Spamton doesn’t really hate him anymore, his anger barely exists now and… he needs to focus on the present instead of staying trapped in the past. Something Tenna struggles to do. But! There is progress! Tenna is trying his best not to be clingy and gives Spamton plenty of space, while also making an effort to truly listen when he talks and respect the different boundaries he sets.

Everything is going well between them now, everything’s on the right track!

And today happens to be one of those days where the TV man seems bored after being forced to let Spamton handle the sweeping because of the pain in his arms. He HATES feeling useless.

-Heeey Spam! What if we played, uh… Truth or Dare? That way we can get to know each other even better while having fun! Isn’t that a great idea?

-YEAH, SURE IF YOU WANT!

The puppet rushes off to put the broom away in a closet before sitting down on the floor across from Tenna.

When the game begins, the questions are simple at first: things like their favorite food, choosing their favorite part of each other, describing an embarrassing moment from their lives… A few dares are thrown in too,Spamton has to hop on both feet for a few minutes, while Tenna is forced to end his sentences with “nya” for several rounds…

-Are you still ticklish, Spamton?

Tenna asks innocently, curious to know whether this… plush-and-plastic body is still capable of feeling certain things. The question seems to catch Spamton a little off guard as he crosses his arms and tilts his head slightly to the side.

It’s probably the kind of trick question where the puppet wishes he could lie a little and say he isn’t ticklish anymore, just to see whether Tenna would be tempted to grab him or secretly poke him later. Or maybe say yes and risk suffering a sneaky attack later from a TV who suddenly feels playful.

The truth? He has absolutely no idea. Since becoming a puppet, nobody has tried doing that to him! So he decides to be honest instead of giving Tenna false hope.

-I DON’T KNOW. NOBODY’S TRIED, SO THERE’S NO WAY TO KNOW! HAEHAEHAE!

Tenna’s antennas droop a little as he nods with almost disappointed sadness. Ah. He probably planned to tease him a little depending on whether the answer was yes or no, and now his plan has completely fallen apart. Spamton ALMOST feels bad for him.

The game continues, and Spamton gets a little too confident, choosing dare after dare. Which eventually leads to him ending up on the TV man’s lap, trapped in a stupidly comfortable hug. Seriously, being this warm should be illegal! He could fall asleep like this!

-And now, for the next dare, you have to… stay still and let me do whatever I want!

Spamton briefly gives the TV man a confused look before shrugging. Alright then, after the hug, what’s next? Getting covered in kisses? No problem! He likes receiving attention and affection from Tenna,feeling loved is pleasant and almost a little too addictive.

-OKAY!

The very next second, a squeak and loud cackling burst out of the startled puppet. W-What just happened? Tenna had only wiggled his fingers against his ribs, so why did-...

…Oh… WHAT?

-Congratulations, Spammy, I think even with your puppet body, you’re still just as ticklish as before!

Even if he wanted to reply, it was already too late. Spamton dissolved into a giggling little mess while Tenna’s fingers and claws attacked every spot he remembered. His sides, stomach, ribs, neck… Sometimes it was just pokes, sometimes tiny pinches, and occasionally even the lightest brush was enough to make Spamton burst into giggles. And the worst part was when Tenna scratched behind his knees. Oh, by the Angel, he thought he was going to die laughing!

-Oooh, that’s a good spot! Your knees have always been your weak point, that hasn’t changed at all! Though, you squeak way more than before,you sound like a little squeaky toy now, it’s adorable!

-I’M NOHOHOHOT ADORAHAHABLE! HAEHAEHAE!

Spamton squirms on Tenna’s lap, trying to shove away the hands relentlessly attacking him, but every single time, the TV man simply switches to another spot instead.

It’s not fair! He’s way too small to fight back,if only he could become big again, he could easily turn the tables and get his revenge!

But wait… he CAN do that! He just needs to distract Tenna for a few seconds and gather what little strength he has left to transform into NEO!

-[F1]!

A mini Spamton appears and stares at the scene… extremely confused. Until he understands his mission (after the puppet manages to point toward Tenna’s screen). The Spammling fly toward the TV man’s face before leaning closer and trying to place a tiny kiss on the tip of his nose. Such a silly, cheesy little gesture, and yet it instantly makes the giant Darkner freeze.

A dumb smile spreads across his screen as a flower blooms at the tip of his nose. Perfect! The perfect distraction! Spamton uses the opportunity to catch his breath before rolling off Tenna’s lap. Slowly, he stands back up on his little legs and waves one segmented finger toward his former partner.

-MY TURN! YOU’RE ABOUT TO EXPERIENCE THE [ SWEET TASTE OF NEO ]!

-The… what?

Tenna doesn’t have to wait long for his answer, especially once he sees Spamton transform into some kind of… giant bird-like puppet the same size as him. Before the TV man can even sit up and try to run away, NEO pounces on him and pins him to the floor (while carefully making sure not to hurt him,that’s not the goal). The only thing Tenna manages to do is grab Spamton’s hands.

-Hehe… Good, now we’re evenly matched! What an excellent plot twist! But what are you gonna do without your hands, hm? I still have enough strength to stop you from using them!

NEO simply snickers while… something emerges from the compartment in his chest. Something heart-shaped, with a face, hanging from a chain. It approaches Tenna before successfully slipping underneath his red suit.

-Wha-… EEK! Spam! That’s cold!

-STOP COMPLAINING ! YOU WANTED A [ HEART TO HEART ] WITH YOUR RIDICULOUS GAME , DIDN'T YOU?

Tenna doesn’t even get time to protest because the heart immediately springs into action. He starts feeling a light tingling sensation on his stomach, as if… something were giving him tiny little kisses. The former boss of TV World fights desperately not to giggle, until the heart blows a raspberry against his poor silicone stomach… and not just one.

-HEHEHE! NAHAHAHA! NOT THAHAHAT! SPAMTON! CALL IT BACK! CALL IT BAAACK!! HIHI!

The TV man finally breaks and bursts into laughter, squirming beneath him. Honestly, a part of him doesn’t really want it to stop because he loves getting attention! BUT IT TICKLES SO MUCH! OH BOY! The heart happily alternates between kisses and raspberries, and sometimes even lightly nibbles at his sides.

-SO, DO YOU GIVE UP?!

-NEHEHEVER!

While carefully watching for any sign of discomfort from Tenna, Spamton manages to make him lift his arms a little (not too much,he doesn’t want to accidentally trigger the pain in his shoulders). Once he does, he takes the opportunity to brush the tips of his wings against the bits of metallic “skin” revealed beneath the TV man’s costume.

The instant the soft feathers graze his skin, the TV man falls into another laughing fit,and even snorts a little too,until he’s finally forced to admit defeat.

-OOHOHOKAY! You win this battle! I suhuhurrender!

Tenna manages to gasp out between laughs. Immediately afterward, Spamton releases his poor prisoner. He pulls his wings away, and his heart returns to him, leaving behind a red-screened TV man desperately trying to catch his breath.

-Oh wow, I think this might actually be the first time you’ve beaten me in a tickle fight. Usually it was always very… one-sided, hehe! (Except when you used your stupid healing spell.)

Spamton simply rolls his eyes before suddenly getting an idea.

-HEY, SINCE I WON, I DESERVE A REWARD!

And he doesn’t even give Tenna time to answer before simply tapping one of his cheeks with a finger.

-And you still DARE say I’m the one who asks for too much attention?

As NEO leans a little closer to Tenna, the TV man quickly presses a kiss against his cheek. The moment he does, the puppet returns to his normal appearance with a small poof and lands right back in the giant Darkner’s arms, where Tenna immediately starts scratching through his hair and under his chin.

-You really are something else, you know that?

-YOU’D GET BORED IF I WASN’T!

[laughterfixs]

New Video Out!

@coy-lee animated this with @afloofwithmultipleinterests editing the audio a bit ago and it was decided to upload it to our channel~!

[mr-spamtenna]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Deltarune (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Spamton G. Spamton/Tenna, Spamton G. Spamton & Tenna, spamtenna - Relationship Characters: Spamton G. Spamton, Tenna (Deltarune) Summary:

It is no secret that Tenna LOVES attention. When Spamton is busy with paperwork, Tenna does what he can to get just that. But the kind of attention he gets is not exactly what he had in mind... and the anticipation of it all is killing him...

Guys I swear this was meant to be fluffy and my inner smut demons took over and it’s lowkey kinky now, my bad...

[tingotickles]

Throwing my hat into the ring... null!spam has ticklish wings that make him shriek, and Tenna uses that to his advantage when he's annoyed at him. His back is sensitive to gentle tickles, especially around his shoulders

You know how null!tenna's antennas have that amplifier? That itself is ticklish, and his antenna are more ticklish than the OG's antennas to the point that just scratching your finger along them can make him buckle.

And I think both of them are feather sensitive too, just cuz. Mettaton uses it against both of them all the time. But he's gotten revenge tickles a lot too so it balances out. (Nulldragonhere)

Oh, yes! Yes to all of these. I love your ideas.

"Hey!" Tenna growled in warning as he struggled to keep his laugh in while Spamton gently scratched his antenna as he tried to get away from his hands, "St-stop tha--hehe!"

"Not until you [stay calm]!" Spamton chuckled as he gently scratched the antennas with his finger. They were twitching badly in his hands.

"Pfft--hheeheehh--hAHAHAHAHAHAH!! *snort* HAHAHAHHA!!" Tenna couldn't keep the giggles anymore and they gushed out of his mouth, "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!"

"There's that [award winning smile]!" Spamton teased, squeaking when Tenna lost his balance, laugh-snorting loudly a loud belly laugh as he even started to gently stroke the amplifier.

"I give! I give!" Tenna squealed as he felt both his amplifier and antennae tickled. Such a light touch, but it was too much. He's even prefer having his second worst spots tickled than this.

As soon as Spamton let go of his antenna, Tenna swiftly grabbed the addison while he snarled threateningly.

"Now you must pay, you worm!" Tenna growled as he noticed how Spamton looked scared for a moment.

"[Do your worst, Big Boy!]" Spamton purred. Tenna was flustered for a moment before he gently took a wing by his fingers and began to gently tickle them with his fingers.

"That's what you get for angering me!" Tenna gave a warning growl as he gently spidered his fingers over the wing, a smile threatening to form as Spamton began to cackle loudly.

The TV was so busy tickling the addison's wings that he didn't notice a familiar pink robot sneaking up on him before he suddenly felt a feather-like touch one of his antenna.

"Eee!! HAHAHA!!" Tenna burst into giggles as he buckled from the surprise tickle. He collapsed onto the ground and curled into a tight ball, letting go of Spamton as he did so.

"Oh no, you don't!" Mettaton chuckled before he started to tickle both Tenna and Spamton with feathers. He attacked their upper bodies and worst spots at various speeds.

"NOOHOOT THERE!" Tenna squealed as Mettaton's feathers attacked his sides and every other ticklish spot.

"[HAVE MERCY!]" Spamton cackled as the feathers attacked his wings, back and shoulder blades.

"But why? You two ignored me all morning, darlings," Mettaton huffed as the feathers danced.

He tickled them for a few more minutes before he stopped.

"You want attention? I'll give you attention!" Tenna chuckled darkly before he grabbed Mettaton by his sides and attacked them with his fingers.

"No! No--EEHAHAHHAHAHAH!!" Mettaton snort-laughed as his poor sides were attacked. He tried to hide his face with his hands, which allowed the tv show host to attack his armpits.

"[Wait for me!]" Spamton giggled before he helped Tenna.

The End

[afloofwithmultipleinterests]

HELLO? [[tickling department]]? IT'S FOR YOU!!

A sequel tickle fic to Cheater, Cheater! (Ler!Jevil, Lee!Spamton) With the player being away for who knows how long, Jevil and Spamton hang out in the void behind Seam's shop, attempting to entertain themselves best they can. However when messes are to be kept to a minimum, All hope of escaping boredom is lost... or is it? Lee!Jevil Ler!Spamton Lee!Spamton(?)

It was so much fun writing this fic series with @coy-lee! its been ages since i've stretched my fingers for some good old fashion fanfiction! Spam and Jev are so fun to write... Thanks for writing with me coy. writing with you and LF both make my world!

Anyhoo... On with the story!

📞🔊 ☎️🎵 📞🔊☎️🎶

HELLO?

[[tickling department]]?

IT'S FOR YOU!!

📞🔊 ☎️🎵 📞🔊 ☎️🎶

It was true that Jevil and Spamton had a silent truce to the whole battle thing, or as the clown would like to put it, his 'numbers game'. Alas, Spamton's mission to achieve the higher plane of existence had ultimately been foiled... the salesman found a new purpose he had never seen before in this prison. He had friends. Actual, PHYSICAL companions! 

It was after hours in the old cat-plush's shop. The player would be gone for an extended period of time, perhaps years from now, so the cat tended to doing business of his own behind closed doors regarding his two newest creations. Spamton was playing a card game with Jevil, although it appeared neither one knew what actual game they were playing. 

"GO-[[Frank's fish fry buffet!]]" 

"IVE GOT A FULL HOUSE, HOUSE!" 

The two said simultaneously while laying their cards down for their consecutive games. 

"I THOUGHT WE WERE PLAYING [[Gone fishing! Be back later]] NOT [[house!]] ... NOT [[hou-]]." Frustrated, Spamton's glasses went staticy for a moment. "nevermind.." As soon as the whisper came, the puppet glitched back into his normal salesman tone. "YOU GET THE [[photo noise]]." 

"YES, YES! I UNDERSTAND, UNDERSTAND!" Jevil nodded, impulsively bringing his gloved index and thumb to his chin. "BUT, ITS NOT VERY CHAOTIC TO STICK TO THE RULES! I LIKE A CHAOS, CHAOS, A MISCHIEF, MISCHIEF! ITS JUST NO FUN SPAM-SPAM!"

Sometimes Spamton just couldn't understand Jevil no matter how much he puzzled.

"ANYWAY! ITS NO FUN TO JUST PLAY CRAZY EIGHTS EVERY TIME, TIME! " Jevil exclaimed, throwing cards into the air haphazardly. Spamton flinched and gazed up at now the fluttering cards.

"CRAZY [[888-8888]]? IS THAT WHAT WE WERE PLA-" The doll spoke, cutting himself off when his eyes trailed down to find Jevil being surrounded by walls of cards stacking perfectly on top of each other. They continued to stack, building a tower around the jester, taller and taller as the cards multiplied out of nowhere. Construction noises sounded from inside the endlessly growing fortress, minimizing as it continued to grow. it wasn't long before the large card tower had stopped growing and had gone quiet. Then a cackling form burst from the top of the tower, looking down at his friend far below.

"HOW'S THE WEATHER DOWN THERE, THERE!?" Jevil called. Suddenly the cards caved from the top, the fool surfing down the wave of cards that soon crashed to the ground. He was now once again seated where he was before, cards falling like leaves all around them. Jevil bounced up and took a bow, thanking Spamton and the seemingly nonexistent audience for cheering him on. 

"You aren't making too much of a mess in there, are you Jevil?" a deep voice asked from the other room.

"WHAT!? WHY DO YOU ASSUME SUCH THINGS SEAM, SEAM!?" the jester called back, offended. Spamton couldn't help but laugh at Jevil's reaction to being called out. "UHG... GAMES ARE NO FUN WITHOUT A MESS, MESS," Jevil sighed, falling back onto the floor, staring into the void above.

Spamton thought a moment, scratching his head before his mind flashed back to about a week prior. If he could shift his face at all, a grinch-like smile would be there. Oh he knew EXACTLY the game that would be perfect for this occasion. His fingers were itching to wiggle and knead after that whole experience.

'GEEZ, I DUNNO HOW YOU CAN STAND IT, NO WAY I'D LAST!' Spamton recalled Jevil saying to him mid-attack. He'd test that statement himself, if not MORE teasy than Jevil. If he could figure out how the jester did it, that is! Although he was keen in the art of salesmanship, when it came to the art of tickling, Spamton didn't have sea legs like Jevil did. The puppet just hoped he could live up to the playful nature Jevil has come so naturally to him. However, he didn't mind taking a leap of faith on this… Spamton wanted to have fun! Besides, the clown had it coming to him anyway.

"ACTUALLY I THINK I KNOW A [[Book of games to play with your children!]] THATS NOT [[🎶i came in like a wrecking ball!🎶]]"

"OH *REALLY?* IS IT FUN ENOUGH TO SHARE WITH THE CLASS, CLASS?" Jevil perked up a bit, curious. He fell back again after a moment. "sigh BUT MESSY IS STILL MORE FUN…"

Spamton got up from his seat, which shortened him back to his regular height. Sliding back and forth across the ground as if he were floating, the doll clasped his hands together attempting to strike up a deal. Now THIS was in his ballpark.

"OH IM SURE THIS [[specil game]] WILL PEAK YOUR INTEREST MY [[friend request accepted]]!" Spamton advertised, growing a little closer to the jester through the ocean of cards.

"[[100% Entertainment!]] [[100%-]] F UN, FuN, FUN! [[for the whole family]]." The spam-bot finally stopped in front of the imp, that award losing smile offering the chance of a lifetime. "NO [[tough stains to get out]] NO [[pottery disrespected!]] ONLY- ONLY- ONLY-" Spamton was stuck on a record loop.

"ONLY WHAT, WHAT!? SPIT IT OUT MAN!" Jevil shouted, shaking the spambot's shoulders dramatically, his eyes wide, sparkling with excitement. Spamton legitimately had the jester entranced by this proposition. The best customer is a desperate one he supposed. Jevil was on the edge of his nonexistent seat now.

"I CAN SEE YOU'RE [[LOSING YOU R MIND]] OVER THIS [[once in a lifetime offer!]] YOU'RE LIKE ME! [[desperate.]]" Spamton started, his aura going from that of a salesman to... playfully intimidating... this didn't go unnoticed by Jevil, who's eyes widened at the sudden change of mood. "WELL YOU'RE IN FOR A-" suddenly, Spamton's hand started ringing. It had literally turned into a black phone! "EXCUSE ME ONE MOMENT." Aw... Jevil had to wait!? NO!! He was way too impatient.

"BUT, BUT-"

"HELLO? [[tickling department]]??"

Tickling WHAT!?

"I SEE... IT'S FOR YOU!" Spamton pointed the phone at Jevil.

Before Jevil could even process what's happening, the jester was pushed into the sea of spades, diamonds, and clubs by tiny little Spamtons.

"GYAaAaAaA! WAIT A MINUTE! IT DOESN'T LOOK LIKE YOU HAVE FULL HANDS, SO WHAT'S WITH ALL THE MINI SPAMS!?" Jevil rhymed, eyes wide and a nervousness in his belly. His tail curled up closer to his body and he lightly peddled his feet as he tried to glare at the puppet now towering over him, the biggest most genuine grin with a gleam shining off of his colored glasses.

"[[the boys]] ARE HELPING A [[papa!]] OUT~!" Spamton chuckled, the phone disappearing for his actual digits. "ISN'T THAT RIGHT?" The 'boys' nod rapidly in agreement before they start to do their thing.

The tiny Spamtons manage to hold down Jevil's tail and hands, meanwhile Spamton sat on Jevil's legs similarly to how the jester had awhile back. The purple imp's mouth twitched upward nervously, curling in a cat-like manner.

"N-NOW SPAM-" 

"HM? WHATS A MATTER [[jack in the box!]] I THOUGHT YOU LIKED A LITTLE [[MISCHIEF, MISCHIEF!]]" The doll imitated Jevil's voice as he lightly trailed his skittering fingers up the sensitive devil's sides. "A [[CHAOS, CHAOS!]]"

"AYE-MKHMKHM! N-NOW THAHATS... NOT FAIIIR! KHKHKHM! -SNORT-" Jevil retorted, trying not to give the puppet the satisfaction of breaking him as easily as the jester had broken him. He shook his head a bit as it was one of the easiest things he could move at the moment. His hat jingled to the beat of his shaking." YA CAHAN'T JUST - - - KHKHK" Jevil tried to complain about Spamton turning his own words back on him but he couldn't finish his sentence without bursting into giggles already, so he shut his mouth tightly.

"HM? OH ON CONTRAIRE, [[valued friendship]]." Spamton spoke with a smirk in his voice. He started to make his hands go in circles, getting slowly closer to the tummy pudge by the second. "BESIDES, I HAVEN'T HEARD A [[Stop at go!]] YET~!" 

Jevil's cheeks puffed out like a bubble, little snorts occasionally coming out as Spamton circled closer and closer on the jester's belly.

"AWWW... NOW JEVIL? I THOUGHT YOU SAID [[IT ISN'T HEALTHY TO HOLD BACK YOUR LAUGHTER]]! YOU AREN'T DOING THAT, ARE YOU?" Spamton asked, a teasing tone seeping out as he finally reached the middle of the jester's tummy, a bit of struggle revealing itself as the jester tried to kick his legs and wave his arms.

"N-NO! I-KHEEHEEHEEM NOT! IT JUHUHUST DOESN'T TIHICKLE! KHMKHMHM!" Jevil squeaked out, trying his hardest to keep what little composure he had. He barely had any to begin with. The jester kept his eyes shut, not wanting to see the doll's face rival his own naturally devilish grin. It was his job to be the menace!

oh.... ohoh that was a BRILLIANT opportunity to be taken! 

"IT DOESNT?'' The tone Spamton had was unclear. Jevil felt the fingers pause, staying on his secretly terribly ticklish tummy for a moment. The jester could assume that the puppet was in thought about something.

"WELL... WHAT ABOUT THIS SPOT?" suddenly the fingers jumped to his ribs, starting to lightly skitter. Jevil nearly let it slip but he kept it in, however before he could process the first transition, another one came. "OR THIS ONE?" Then one to the top of his tummy. "OR [[this one!?]]"  

Oh he couldn't STAND it! Just choose a spot already!! Stop changing!

Suddenly, he felt his arms change positions. Those devilish little Spamtons put his arms above his head!

"OR THIS-" Spamton started, putting his hands down under the imps arms to transition yet again, when be heard a loud and sudden giggly yelp result.

"PPPFF! NYAHAHAHOOOO! SPAMT- AHAHAHAHA-SNORT-GYEEHEEHEEHEE!" Jevil cackled, finally cracking and letting out what had been bubbling under the surface the whole time. His laughter was shrieky and full of snorts which was accompanied by the jingling of his hat as he tossed his head around.

Spamton chuckled along with the jester, his laugh ranging from his own to various other laughs he had heard before. "AWW... THERE WE G0! [[100% customer satisfaction!]]"

His wiggly fingers vibrated the newly discovered tickle spot, ensuring this jester a chuckle fest. " TiCkLE T1CKLE~ [[tiny jester figurines!]] ARE YOU SURE YOU AREN'T [[tickles your fancy?]]? [[Number1ratedsalesman1997]] DOESNT LIKE [[liar, liar plants for hire!]]"

"OKAY OHOHOKAY I'M TIHIHICKLISH! NOHOHOW CUT IT OUT PPPPFF-NOCHIOHOHOHOHOHO!* -SNORT-!" Jevil conceded, trying his hardest to pull his arms down to his sides. "The boys" were holding tight and were much stronger than they looked, especially when working together.

"DO YOU REEAAAAALLY WANT [[remember kid, blue stop signs]]? I THOUGHT YOU LOVED THIS [[hopscotch!]]" Spamton slowed to just a few pokes here and there, admittedly hesitant of continuing after that.

 The Spamlings seemed to feel the same way, starting to loosen their grips to where Jevil could break away easily. 

Am I going too far? Spamton thought as his poking slowed. how do I know if he really wants me to stop? I don't want to hurt him..

 The salesman had never been on the other end before- at least not without the cards being flipped instantly... he only really received the attention, unable to break away as easily from the much taller, much more popular salesmen.

I'm not good at this... what if Jevil doesn't like this? ... he would tell him if he didn't, right?

Oops.. Spamton was spacing out. He just noticed the white noise filling his ears, and the vague popcorn television static he could see through the reflection of his glasses.

"S- pant -Spamton? Ehehe... Hey?" Jevil's voice was unnaturally gentle. He panted a bit, calming himself down while looking his friend over with a bit of concern. "What's a-matter, buddy?" Jevil chuckled. He still hadn't broken out of the Spamlings hold, deciding to just lie there.

Spamton paused, his smile dropping as much as it could physically, before the mini Spamtons fused back into the salesman "I..." the glitch faded as Spamton backed off of Jevil completely. 

What was he thinking? He couldn't do this... it just.. wasn't what he was made to do. He couldn't be silly like this..

That thought saddened him... that he couldn't play a game like this without chickening out. Spamton sat down, scrunching his legs up to his chest, and wrapped his arms around them. "Sorry.. I- just... i'm not.." he couldn't get the words out.. he couldn't describe exactly how he felt without disappointing the clown.

 Jevil seen Spamton, was unsure of himself... doubtful. Now that just wouldn't do! He barely did anything to the clown.

"OI, HEY HEY HEY! WHAT ARE YOU SORRY FOR? I... I THOUGHT WE WERE HAVING FUN, FUN! " Jevil said, trying to get answers from his companion. He finally sat up and put a gloved hand on Spamton's hunched shoulder. "DON'T MAKE ME TURN THE TABLES JUST TO GET A LIL HONESTY, HONESTY," Jevil threatened lightly, giving his friend a playful glare.

Spamton's entire face reddened a bit after that comment, nervousness heightening.

 "W-WELL [[Well well WELLY well well-]] I-[[icebox]] I-[[Isosolese triangle]] I'M NOT S URE [[How to video]] DO THIS. I'M [[ANXIETY!!]] ON MESSING UP, OR [[too far gone..]]." the puppet explained his anxiety as best he could. Things as fluffy as this were so foreign to him already, it's been years since he has played this game.

Jevil looked puzzled, trying to understand what exactly was the problem... But after a moment he came to a conclusion.

"THAT WAS YOUR FIRST TIME, TIME DISHIN IT OUT? I'M IMPRESSED! THE TICKLES DIDN'T HURT AND WEREN'T TOO LIGHT EITHER. I WOULD HAVE SWORE YOU KNEW WHAT YOU WERE DOING, DOING. LOOK AT ME, EVER THE FOOL, UEE HEE HEE!" Jevil giggled as he explained in no uncertain terms that Spamton had done nothing wrong. In fact, he seemed pretty good at tickling already. Must be in their glitched out genes.

Spamton's face seemed to increase in color at that... now he felt bashful of the compliment. "... ARE YOU JUST [[you're just saying that!]] TO MAKE [[number1ratedsalesman1997]] [[feel better soon!]] ..?." The salesman turned his head, confused at the compliment.. he truly wasn't expecting that. In all honesty, he was waiting for himself to screw everything up with his friends like last time. To have both Seam, and Jevil leave at any given moment because he was being a sleaze, or unintentionally disrespecting them.

"IF I WERE, WERE, WOULD I DO THIS!?" Jevil questioned before rolling onto his back and acting like a dog that wanted his belly rubbed. "C'MON! LAY IT ON ME, UEE HEE HEE! OR ELSE I'LL PICK UP WHERE YOU LEFT OFF~" Jevil teased with a grin, trying to spur the spambot into action.

... Spamton could cry tears of joy if he wasn't just playfully threatened. His confidence spiked up as his face returned to its normal white hue... it was time to scratch that itch he had just minutes prior.

"LEAVING YOURSELF OPEN FOR ME, [[AYYYYYyyyyy!]]? WELL, LET ME REOPEN OUR CONTRACT WITH A NEW [[8-digit phone number]] SPECIL!" The normally pink and yellow glasses flooded with an intimidating reflection that flashed seemingly from nowhere.

"YOU KNOW WHAT? I DON'T NEED [[friends |The boys| i've got knives!]] TO SH0 W I MEAN [[business]]. IVE GOT THE RIGHT [[trick up my sleeve]] FOR YOU, JEVIL.."  That grin seemed to widen as Spamton drew closer to Jevil, teasingly wiggling his fingers at him before pouncing on him and kneeding over his sides and ribs.

"UEEHEEHEEHEEHEE! -SNORT- SO NOHOW YOU CHOOSE TOHOHO PLAY WITH M-GYAHAHAHAHEEE!" Jevil cackled out, immediately bursting with laughter. He kicked his feet and flailed his arms aimlessly while he let Spamton give him the "deal of a life time".

The doll's fingers swirled and scritched slowly up, just barely grazing the jesters armpits.. closer and closer… Jevil was secretly expecting it so the blow wouldn't be as shocking as before to the ticklish area... however he was startled by the rapid booping to his hip area on both sides.

"AAAAH!!!" Jevil shrieked in surprise. He hopped up reflexively, accidentally knocking the spambot off of him and onto the floor.

Pink and yellow swirls encircled Spamton's glasses while his jaw fell ajar, and little angel spams flew around his head. Spamton shook his head, making the angel Spamtons disappear all the while Jevil rubbed the tickles away from his hip joints. Spamton hopped to his feet, quietly clasping his hands together in assessment of the situation "HM? A LITTLE [[jump rope!]]? I THINK I HAVE A [[home remedies]] FOR THAT." The spam-bot snuck to Jevil's leg, before jumping on and attaching himself. He started to climb him like a kitten.

"AYEEEHEEHEE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME!? CLIMBING ME LIKE A TREEHEEHEE!?" the jester giggled, dancing around, hopping from foot to foot as Spamton crawled up his leg.

When Spamton got to Jevil's midsection, the Email-bot gently squeezed the tickle spot under the jester uniform every time he grabbed to climb.

"ARE YOU SAYING THAT YOU'RE NOT [[Christmas trees now 50% off at your local Walmart!]]? THATS [[false advertising]]! FOR SOMEONE WHO ISN'T A [[fine oak]]]..." Spamton climb up until he was on Jevil's back, securing his position with his knees. "YOU'RE QUITE THE [[Blueberry Maple Syrup]]." 

The puppet tickled along the jester's shoulder blades, and neck coil, which scrunched, and skyrocketed off his shoulders upon the unexpected touch.

"NYA HAHA! YOU LITTLE GYEEHEEHEEHEE! -SNORT-!" Jevil squawked, trying to catch his head and put it back on. It was boinging around, the coils now fully accessible to the puppet teasing the area. "WHYHY MUST THE DOHOHOLL BE SO CRUEL HEEHEEHEE T-TO TIHIHIHIHICKLE THE NIGHT LIHIHIGHTS OUT OHOF THE F-FOOHOOHOOL, FOOHOOHOOHOOHOOL!?"

Jevil continued to dance around, unable to dislodge the gremlin latched onto him.

Spamton bulleted laughter with a cheeky and mischievous tone. The salesman skittered over the exposed neck coil while using his other hand to poke under jevil's arm when he tried to reach up and grab his head. 

"IM [[SURPRISE!!]] YOU'RE ABLE TO [[Time it to ryhme it!]] WHILE IM [[Tickletickletickletickle~]] YOU!" He teased, swapping from multiple spots with that single free hand away from the coil.

Jevil slammed the one arm down that Spamton could reach every time the puppet poked and prodded under there, making it hard for the clown to reach his hat to put his head back on his shoulders. He couldn't get it with just one hand! The other was practically tied to his side in defense.

"UEEHEAHAAHAaHaHA- -SNORT-!!! OHONOHOHO NO THIHIS ISN'T FAIR- N-NOHOT UNDER THERE, THERE!!" 

"NOT [[right there on the dotted line!]]? ARE YOU SURE? THIS SPOT LOOKS LIKE IT MAKES YOU [[satisfied customer!]]"

"NAHAHAHOOO! BAHAHAD SPOT! BAD SPAHAHAHAAAAT! UEEHEEHEEGEEHEE! -SNORT-" the Jester laughed, squatting down for a moment. He suddenly sprung up, his body catching up to his head, and he grabbed one of the tails of his hat. He swiftly popped it back into place before bouncing back onto the floor.

Jevil sprawled out on the floor belly down, trying to catch his breath.

Spamton paused after a moment, letting the jester have a bit of a break to recover from the monkey climb tickle attack.

"HAVE YOU HAD ENOUGH OF THE [[Stand-up specil]] YET [[now introducing the lil' devil darlin!]]?"

Spamton turned around, facing Jevil's J-shaped tail. It was wagging from left to right in a cat-like manner, almost similar to a wacky waving inflatable arm flailing tube man. 

"OR DO I HAVE TO WHIP OUT THE  [[ BIIIIIG GUNS! Come and buy them before huntin' season!]]?" 

If Spamton could stretch his toothy grin even further into a menacingly playful expression, he would probably be wearing it in this moment. He had an ongoing theory, and if it proved to be correct, he would most likely have Jevil beat, if not even from when the clown got him.

"W-WAIT... WHAT GUNS, GUNS?" Jevil asked nervously. He wasn't exactly sure what Spamton's next target was, but the little doll's confidence was worrying  to the Jester. The spambot was tuckering him out quite quickly already. But admittedly his curiosity was peaked too.

"IT DEPENDS," he started, the Jester hearing the clear grin in his voice. "HOW [[ready, set, go!]] ARE YOU TO FIND 0UT?"

"I-I... UM... HEHE..." Jevil's smile curled up into his own grin. "MORE READY THAN YOU ARE FOR MY INEVITABLE REVENGE! UEEHEEHEE!" he teased back.

Spamton's face flooded red, steam coming out of his ears in embarrassment while a honking choo-choo sound effect accompanied it. How DARE him! Spamton wasn't gonna get all embarrassed from that teasing little jack in the box right now! 

"FOR SOMEONE IN THE [[sticky situation]] YOU ARE," Spamton inquired, grabbing Jevil's tail with a hand. "YOU'RE AWFULLY BR4VE   TO POKE [[the bear!]] POKE [[the sides]] POKE [[the tum]]!"

"HEY! HANDS OFF THE TAIL OR ELSE I WILL POKE 'THE TUM, TUM'!" Jevil squeaked, trying to sound intimidating but failing miserably. He tried to wiggle his tail out of the puppet's grip, but he seemed to be latched onto it like a koala.

Sensing the nervousness, Spamton hummed curiously. Perhaps Jevil DID have a secret to hide about his tail... he was much too curious for his own good, the trashman brought his hand up to the tippy top of that strange looking imp tail, giving it a slight poke. Jevil loudly squeaked, his tail starting to wag back and forth similarly to a worm trying to escape.

"SPAMTON I SWEAR TO SEAM, IF YOU DO IT, ILL COME BACK TEN TIMES AS HARD! MORE POWERFUL THAN THE RED JOKER CARD, CARD!" Jevil was beyond nervous. He kept his tail in sight for VARIOUS reasons... It was a weak point. If Spamton even tried- 

"OH? MORE POWERFUL THAN [[here kitty-kitty!]]?" Spamton wiggled a couple of fingers on it. "I'D HONESTLY LIKE TO SEE YOU [[try, try again!]]"

"PFFFPAHAHAHA! I WIHIHILL JUSTYOUWAHAHAHAHAIT!-SNORT-" the little devil cackled already. Something about his tail made it just so sensitive. Perhaps it was because it was a true mark of his identity as an object, a key part of his being. It wasn't fair! Seam's tail wasn't like that, so why did his have to be!?

"CO0cHie COOCHie CO0  YOU LITTLE [[pop goes the weasel!]]~ IT DOESN'T T1CKL3, DOES IT?" The salesman teased. Now that made it worse! Couldn't Spamton just shut up already!? Not that Jevil wasn't having fun, but BOY the clown's fingers were starting to itch for a stuffed tummy.

"YOUOHOU'RE GOHOHONNA BEHEAHEHA SOHOHOREHEHEY!!!" Jevil threatened through his crazy clown belly laughs.

 Spamton felt he really didn't need to try too hard to tickle it. The puppet just barely wiggled over it, and the ticklish jester was already in stitches!  

Jevil at this moment realized just why Spamton never got the chance to tickle others often... 

"ITS TO0 BA D, RE4LLY." Spamton poked the tail with a single finger. "I WOULD HAVE THOUGHT YOU'D HAVE [[prison break!]] BY NOW. GUESS THAT OLD SPAM- SPAMTON G. SPAMTON HAS GOT THE [[number1rated salesman |G1gGleb0x|]] BEAT!" 

it was because the dealmaker seemed to make the premise of giving him a wrecking too hard to resist. 

Jevil's tail suddenly wrapped around Spamton's hand, the tip of it being placed in it similarly to a phone. Shocked at the sudden change, Spamton froze his tickling and started to stare at the tip in confusion.

Jevil started to catch his breath again, which let him be able to make ringing noises while shaking his tail like a phone ringing off its handle.

"HEHhaHeh... WELL, WELL? .. GONNA ANSWER IT?" Jevil asked, looking behind himself at Spamton, a look of which spamton returned with a nervous one. The puppet looked back towards the 'phone' hesitantly, before putting the receiver to his ear. "H-HELLO?"

"HELLO, HELLO!" Jevil said aloud.

Spamton stuttered.

"WH0 1-1 S THIS?"

"TICKLING DEPARTMENT!" 

Spamton's glitching cut out, his tone quiet and anxiously squeaky.

"... t… tickling department?"

All of a sudden, the tail whipped him up, throwing Spamton in the air before catching him in a comfortable snake-like coil. Spamton recovered from the sudden scare, before realizing the situation he was in.

The clown was up and at em', a devilish grin on his face alongside those playfully mischievous eyes. Oh spamton was a GONER! Literally, AND figuratively. Jevil had just been tickled to hell and back.. and still he somehow had a surprising amount of energy left. Spamton's eyes widened, his cheeks increasingly reddening at the playful expression on his friend's face... 

"ITS FOR YOU, YOU!~"

-- . .- -. .-- .... .. .-.. .

Seam's ears perked up once again to the sound of laughter. This time it was the glitchy cackling of that sly salesman. Thaaaat was to be expected honestly. The cat's keen ears caught every little noise that came from their playtime. Jevil wasn't one to truly get exhausted from a game so much as bored of playing the same game for too long. Perhaps that's why Spamton was so confident in pushing the joker's buttons.  Some of us have to learn the hard way, he supposed.

Seam chuckled to himself, sipping his tea and listening to the chaos in the other room. He missed having a family. They all did... So it only made sense that they stick together. 

The sound of crashing and squealing and laughing and utter chaos... 

He could certainly get used to this again.