[Tenna shudders at all of the auditory chaos before him. The sound of shuffling (Spamton falling to his knees). The pained cry, which ultimately causes him to flinch away from the phone.]
A-Ah- I-
[And then he completely freezes at his last cry... The adlib "[LOST YOUR BELONGINGS?]", being the clearest thing he hears, hitting him like a fiery jolt. His screen is just a black void now.]
O-Oh no....
Oh no...
[Sure, maybe Spamton would have come to this realization on his own... But to be the one that accelerated it... Doesn't make him feel the best...]
... [Sniffle. It takes a second to hit him. This isn't even his pipis. But Gods, if anything ever happened to her... He never teared up so fast, the pitch in his voice wavering.] S-She's gone... I-I can't... believe...
[Sadness. Fear... Frustration.]
You...
S-So what... you just LEFT HER THERE?!
[He bears his fangs, screaming to the other line and audible enough even as the phone lays flat.]
-- @mrphosphors
(Ooc: TW for mild sh)
He fully flinches as the screaming. Backing away from the phone initially, his breath coming out in short gasps. He can’t understand what Tenna is saying through all the static, but he can hear the anger, the accusation.*
*He remembers it all vividly.*
*Tenna picked her up when he sprayed Spamton with foam.*
*He probably still had her during the fight, or maybe had put her in a safer location.*
*He had immediately gone to Tenna’s body when discarded by Kris, only to be dragged away by Ralsei. Would he even have had time?*
*No, no- he should have at least realized. That wasn’t an excuse! He could have tried at least! It didn’t matter if he would’ve been able to or not! How could he forget her?!*
*It wasn’t even a matter of letting himself cry, there was no way he could have stopped it even if he wanted to. The shock would fully settle in later, but at the moment his mind hadn’t had the time to react and soften the blow, so everything was just… pain.*
*It didn’t help as he dug his fingers into his lower jaw, leaving grooves in the plastic and nearly detaching the damn thing.*
*He’s shaky, unsteady on his feet, quick to back up to the wall and slide down it until he’s curled into a tight ball. He covers his ears, but it does nothing to quiet the static. It sounds like Tenna’s screen when he was still barely alive right after being cleaved. He can’t hear his own glitchy sobbing through the sound. The handset to the phone has been abandoned on the floor.*