#vitvw

[dandanbeanz]

Made a 3D model for a friend, Viv!!! She loves TV! Mr. Tenna is elated to greet her!!!

[freakysweet-selfshipper]

The tour of Tenna’s studio was fascinating to be sure! Vivian met various employees, many she recognized as crafting supplies she’d kept in the office. Every room was tall and colorful, and she could barely soak it all in.

“And here we are!” Tenna announced as he brought her back to the set where they had started. The set itself was adorned in elaborate welcome signs with neon lights and smiling screens, and in the center sat a huge table filled with the most mouth-watering feast Vivian had ever seen.

Tenna beamed and scooped her up, “What kind of a lousy host would I be if we didn’t end our grand tour with an Ultra Deluxe TV Dinner?” He then sat Vivian down in a seat. Her plate was already filled for her.

Vivian simply stared down at the meal in front of her in awe. Tenna didn’t sit down, merely grabbing a plate of his own and idly meandering around the table— she had a feeling he wasn’t the type to sit still often.

“Um… S-So,” She finally spoke up, poking at her food, “You’re all just, uh… Alive?”

She looked up at Tenna, who was finishing a bite from his plate, “Is this like your house?”

He tilted his head at her question, then laughed, “Oh, Vivian! Didn’t you read the TV Guide I gave you? It explains everything you need to know about this world!”

Her cheeks flushed red, quickly pulling the TV Guide from her pajama pocket (another feature of this new outfit she liked), skimming the inside once again.

Sure enough, there’s a segment titled ‘WHAT IS A DARK WORLD? And why YOU SHOULD CARE!’

Tenna slid over behind her as she read it, “Any questions? Comments?”

“Uhh,” Vivian gripped the pamphlet tighter and stared at the page, “O…kay…” She gulped, “This is just a whole ass other world. But also the same?” Her brows knitted down so tight that it gave her a headache.

“Exactly!” Tenna proudly confirmed, patting her on her back, “I knew you’d get it!”

She swallowed, “Yep. I get it.”

Vivian tried to ignore her sweating fingers as she gripped her fork and began eating. Her eyes immediately lit up and she slammed her fist on the table, “Oh my god, this is-” she took another bite before continuing, “-so good!”

Immediately upon hearing this, Tenna spun to her other side and gushed, “I’m so happy you like it, Vivian! I worked day and night to prepare all your favorites. Just the way you like them!”

“The way I like them.” She repeats, eating more, “You really noticed what I liked? And you remembered?” The idea was still so strange. This was all so strange, but it somehow felt like it made sense at the same time.

“How could I forget? You were always such a picky eater!” He leaned against the table fondly, taking the final bite of his meal, “Your brothers and sisters would eat anything on their plate, but you were so particular! No extra sauces, no ground meat— I remember you even refused all packaged cakes and cookies.”

Vivian could feel her face get warmer hearing her host reminisce about her own habits. She curled up and stuffed her face with more food, trying not to show how totally overwhelming things were.

“I-”

Tenna continued, “That’s why I pulled out all the stops for you. That’s right, I had everything you see and taste before you made entirely by scratch! Our specially hired chefs didn’t stop until it was ✨perfect✨, just like you deserve!”

His words spun in Vivian’s head, the lights in the set beamed down on her. She felt her body clam up, she felt like her entire body was being filled with rocks, filling from her stomach up to her throat. Eventually, she hit a peak and started to choke out a soft cry, startling Tenna.

“V-Vivian? Oh, Oh don’t cry!” He gasped, “Did you not like your dinner?”

Vivian curled up and buried her head into her hands, “Ngh!!! It’s… T-Too much. I’m sorry.” Her voice cracked, and she wanted this weird dream to be over. But of course, she knew it was no dream; she’d be overjoyed if it were a dream, but instead she’s melting down over a now empty plate.

Tenna frowned with pure concern and promptly scooped the young woman into his arms, cradling her tight, “The lights, of course! I should have known!” He cursed under his breath, then smiled outwardly, “It looks like we’re ending the tour of our Reunion Special early then. Nothing to worry about, nothing at all! This is all about you, after all!”

She lay in his arms, eyes shut tight and face still covered. Her body felt like a glass vase that was one small tap away from shattering into pieces. Vivian hated that feeling— she hated that she couldn’t stop the tears of that pain, even in front of Tenna. “Pathetic,” She thought, “Mr Tenna prepared all this for me, and here I am crying. All I ever do is make others uncomfortable. Even my TV is-”

“I’m sorry I overwhelmed you, Viv.” Tenna began to walk, still holding Vivian in his arms, “The show’s over now, see? No more tour! No more music, no lights— Heck, we don’t even need to talk!” He smiled at her sympathetically, “I’ll tell ya what. I was planning a big special game for our next show— a real gem with the grand reveal of your prize at the end, but we’ll—aha— save the fun for when you’re ready, and I’ll get a bigger prize ready for you then.”

She listened to him. This guy… he really cared, huh?

“W…” Vivian had to focus to get her words out clearly, “What was the prize gonna be..?”

He smiled and stopped at a door, “Oh, I don’t know! What do you think could be behind this 🚪door?”

He carefully set her down, which made Vivian also notice that he’d shrunken a bit. Instead of the massive form he once was, he was now a reasonable 8 ft. Still fucking tall, but no longer imposing!

She sniffled, staring at it. It was a yellow door with a pink sign on it that read “VIVIAN HOLIDAY”. Her eyes narrowed with interest, and she looked back up at Tenna, “Is.. Is that a room for me? Am I right?”

His smile grew and he eagerly swung the door open, “That’s right, you little honey pie, you! A TV World bedroom of your very own; perfect for whenever you choose to spend your days here, with your good friend Tenna!”

She peeked inside. It was dark, so she reached for the light switch to find that it was the kind that slid. Her favorite! She dimmed the lights on, and saw the room fully.

The room was spacious, filled with all sorts of fun decorations and flourishes. The bed was circular and had layers of curtains rimmed over it for privacy, the surrounding floor elevated with a small step. The big lights in the room were built into the ceiling in the shape of stars. The small lights hung around the room like beads, illuminating the area in a delicate glow. There were speakers in every nook and cranny, all connected to a large screen built into the wall. There were even shelves filled to the brim with all Vivian’s favorite cartoons, movies, and a shitton of art supplies.

Vivian swallowed and began to cry again, but Tenna could tell by her smile that she liked it.

She passively explored the room for only a minute before deciding to save that for later. She plopped into her bed and buried herself in the comfortable sheets— they were even layered the way she preferred. (Silky at the bottom, then soft and snugly, then the chunkier and fluffier sheets on top)

“Thank you, Mr Tenna…” she mumbled, “I love it… I love it so much.”

His heart soared at her words. He did good!

“And…” Vivian mumbled hesitantly, sniffling, “I’m sorry I got so overwhelmed.”

Tenna promptly leaned down and patted her back, “Don’t worry about all that! Your comfort is my top priority now, and that means you need to rest your little head and relax.” He then started tucking her in, “How’s this, huh?”

The tucked in sheets around her body were snug, incredibly so. She wiggled to feel the compression and let out a long sigh, “Mhmm.” She nodded finally, “Thank you.”

“Wonderful..!” He then placed a little plush replica of himself beside her form and stood back up, “If you need me, all ya gotta do is call my name; I’ll be right by your side in no time.” He backwards walked to the door and dimmed the lights back down, “You can come back out whenever you’re ready!”

Vivian watches as he shut the door behind him, and she just sighed. This was so surreal. And yet it felt natural in a way too… Like this was all something she could have guessed existed on her own somehow.

Left with only her thoughts (and kick ass room), she laid there in her bed. At first, the news of all these things being alive made her feel uncomfortable, violated even… but as she was comforted by Tenna just moments ago, and seeing all this amazing stuff he did for her, her feelings changed.

For years, Vivian had felt so isolated, so alone. Nobody understood her, nobody saw her. She was too weird for friends and too plain for bullies, it always felt like she didn’t even exist.

But it wasn’t true. She had people supporting her, rooting for her, caring about her. Tenna.

Of course it’d be Tenna. She can’t think of any time as a child where was wasn’t either watching something on him or thinking about what she’d watch on him. Well, except for maybe those memories of her other TV. The one her family had before she was born.

The one that’s in her very basement today…

“I wonder,” Vivian slowly sat up and pulled out the TV Guide again, “This place— this Dark World— How far does it reach?”

She swallowed, and decided not to think about that. Not yet. She could ask Mr. Tenna those questions later. For now, Vivian needed to get used to what she’s already discovered today. She needed to relax, to stop worrying about it all.

“I’ll be okay…”

[freakysweet-selfshipper]

The sun was bright over the streets when Vivian got to the old electronics store. She’d jumped out of the truck and ran inside, only to immediately stumble and stop herself from falling over. Lucky for her, nobody was really paying attenion, so Vivian sighed and took that moment to compose herself.

“Excuse me?”

Someone working in the back poked out from the doorway and nodded, “Vivian Holiday?”

Vivian nodded.

“Great. Just finished cleaning them this morning.” They explain, lifting a decent sized CRT with both hands, “Need help carrying these to your car?”

She nodded again, now pursing her lip.

Great. She’d scripted what she would say the night before, and rehearsed it many, many times while driving there. “Good afternoon, I’m Vivian Holiday. I’m here to pick up those old TVs you repaired. Thank you, have a great rest of your day.” But, whether lucky or unluckily, she didn’t need to say a damn word.

As Vivian and the other person secured the two CRTs, taking extra care not to drop or damage the older, much larger and, evidently, more fragile model (Although maybe that was just because it would hurt like a motherfucker if either of them had dropped it on their feet).

When it was all finished, She hopped into her truck, and the worker waved. “Have a good rest ‘a your day, ma’am.” They called out.

“Okay-.” With that horribly absentminded response, she drove away as quickly as legally possible. This is what happens when I get off script, god dammit…

At least the news about them was good; the worker had explained that both TVs were completely safe to keep and use, and now that they’ve been cleaned, Vivian was would be able to use the VHS ports without worrying about the tapes getting eaten and destroyed— a fate worse than death for a collector such as herself.

Home at last.

Vivian very steadily grasped the TV with both arms and hobbled inside. She huffed and sat down for a minute, staring at the beloved old box.

“Fuck, you’re heavy!” She exclaimed finally, “I never think about how these things are so full of… stuff.” Vivian’s back cracked when she stood back up with a groan, “How am I getting the other one in here..?”

God. Dammit.

It took a considerable amount of strength to lift that large TV mere inches from its surface. It took about as much strength for Vivian to ask one of her more capable neighbors to help her haul it down into her basement. The small talk was painful— not of any fault of the neighbor. In the end, Vivian gave him a bottle of sweet tea and they parted ways. Finally, she could take off these clothes and get into something comfortable.

The sun set rather quickly. One TV in the workroom, another in the basement, and Vivian could finally stop worrying about it all. She sat in her workroom and just admired her collection of nostalgic items, which had looked incomplete without the most important centerpiece; her childhood television.

“I’m so happy…” she couldn’t help but murmur to herself.

Vivian could remember, just after graduation, when she was first packing up to move. She dove into the basement storage to find anything forgotten that had belonged to her; boxes of old drawings, toys, that sort of thing. But when she found them— the TVs she thought her parents had tossed all those years ago— everything else felt so small. She couldn’t leave them down there, she needed to bring them with her. Her dad reluctantly agreed, so long as she moved them herself.

Sure, it took months, but the wait was finally over and She didn’t need to worry about getting them back any more. The TV that had given Vivian some of her fondest memories was in this very room…

She spent the rest of her night watching some of her favorite movies until she eventually went to bed.

Days passed by as they would.

Vivian was confused, however, when she looked on her computer desk and found a pamphlet-type sheet of paper labeled “TV GUIDE”. She frowned and looked around the room, as though an explaination would appear as to how this ended up there.

Despite what the title would have you believe, the page she read was nothing like the TV guides she’d collected over the years. Instead of listing available channels, it listed locations. Instead of images of various shows, maps were printed over the sheet.

In other words, a Travel Guide.

Vivian pulled out her phone to take a picture, but it wouldn’t focus. Every time the TV guide came into view, the lens would brighten or blur so much that it became illegible.

Eventually, she gave up and sat down, giving it a quick skim;

something something both Studios, blah blah Games, something something Challenges, something something Prizes, something something Shows You Love, blah blah blah-

Vivians eyes glazed over upon reading the first word, instead moving on to the pictures. They didn’t show much, just a gameshow set, a talkshow set, and some backstage photos that are hard to make out. The whole thing was just plain weird.

It took a minute for her to notice the underside of the pamphlet was written manually with a pen. She read it. Then reread it. Then rereread it… no matter how many times she’d read that note, it just didn’t make sense.

Exclusive TV TIME Holiday Reunion Special!

Tonight at 4:30 est!

ONLY on CHANNEL 33.3

Reunion marathon of… what exactly? Nevermind that, there’s no such thing as a channel 33.3 on her tv! Or any tv for that matter.

She glanced over at her computer monitor; it was already 4:27. It took some willpower to not habitually crumple the pamphlet as it rested in her hands. “This was probably just an old asvertisement for some special Winter season event at a studio lot or something.” Vivian thought to herself, “Holiday is a common word— more common than a name, anyways.”

Vivian was considering writing it all off, why wouldn’t she? Nothing about this made sense. However, when 4:30 hit, her curiority had completely gnawed through her whole body. If she didn’t at least try it, it would only keep her up at night. At the very last moment, just before the minute was up, Vivian hit the power button on her Television and began jamming her finger into the channel button, going up.

5… 10… 15… Vivian’s heart was pounding as she rather violently channel-surfed. 20… 32…

33…

33.3

Her face was illuminated by the number staring back at her, and all she could do was wonder. Is she hallucinating? Dreaming? And why did she suddenly feel like she was falling?

4:31 hit just as everything went dark. Not just her tv, not just her room… It was as if the entire world went dark. Like Vivian herself had gone blind. Her heart begun to pound harder. Was the room spinning? The world?

She grasped the sides of her head, and nearly screamed before opening her eyes. The screen once again glowed, there was no channel number. No special features displayed on it, nor even static filling the screen with noise. It was a smile. A wide, unmistakeable grin directed right at her.

Before she could react to the smile, Vivian found herself met with an even greater shock. Her TV wasn’t just smiling. It was STANDING (rather, he was crouching).

“Surprised?” It finally spoke, reaching a (rather large) gloved hand to her, “You should be!”

She slowly takes the man’s hand and is promptly yanked up onto her feet, “Gyah-! What?” Her voice quivers, "What happened… What did you do?”

Vivian pulled her hand away from his own and began patting herself down. The clothes she’d been wearing were gone, miraculously replaced by a pale purple and yellow set of pajamas. So much was happening.

“What did I do? Oh Vivian, you tuned in yourself!” The TV man explained.

His voice was jubilant with a slight hint of age. Not unpleasant, but he had a way of projecting his voice that made Vivian’s stomach turn.

That’s when she finally noticed he’d stood to his full height. His height. She didn’t know just how tall it was, but Vivian was certain it was more than twice— no, THRICE her own height. Staring up at him gave her vertigo.

The man continued, “I’m just so THRILLED that you found my invitation! There’s so much for us to do here, so many things to share, food to eat, games to play!!” He snaps his fingers, and the space illuminates around us. A large, colorful set of lights and colorful creatures applauding from the sidelines. “Right here in TV WORLD!”

“T…V… World…” Vivian repeated.

“That’s right!” He happily pointed down at the young woman, “And I’m your host and beloved old friend: Mr. Ant Tenna, at your service.”

His hand opened back up, to which Vivian hesitantly shoot his hand. Her chest tightened upon noticing that she could wrap her whole hand around just his index finger.

“Y-You’re my TV?” She asked, staring up at him, “Mr… Tenna.”

The man— Tenna— nodded with a grin, “Correct! And just look at how much you’ve grown!” In his excitement, Tenna lifted her into his arms and twirled, “I remember when you were only a little girl, taking your first steps right in front of me while your sisters and brothers watched their favorite shows!”

Vivian’s head was spinning enough as it was before she was twirled around, but she managed to still sputter out a reply,

“A-And you’re here now? I’m here now, I mean? In… TV world?” She clung to him for dear life.

“Correct again!” He lowered her back to her feet, only for Vivian to fall flat on her rear, “Ah, Sorry about that. I’m, heh, very excited to finally speak with you. Face to face!”

Having felt a cushion to her fall, Viv glanced down to see a fat plush tail attached to her pajama shorts. She blinked and grabbed it after standing back up, hugging it, “That pamphlet thing was an invitation.” She concludes aloud, “You just wanted to see me?”

Tenna cocked his head to the side and laughed, “It’s more like I wanted you to see me!” He pat her head and then turned, “Right this way then, my little sweetheart! First on our schedule is the grand tour of our very own TV TIME studio!!”

[freakysweet-selfshipper]

Vivian laid in her new bed for over an hour. She didn’t really sleep, nor did she feel like she needed to. It was just nice being in the quiet space, away from… whatever the hell this world was.

There was no way it wasn’t real, she knows that for sure (though she still couldn’t say how), but still, it didn’t feel entirely real either. I mean, Darkworlds? Darkners? Parallel universes? It’s the kind of thing Vivian would’ve considered as a daydreaming kid!

She poked her head out of the door and looked down the hall. Nobody was there. She couldn’t even make out any distant sounds. Taking this as a good sign, Vivian took the opportunity to explore some more.

Now that she was more accustomed to this TV World, Vivian was able to notice more than she had during the initial tour. For one; nearly everything that wasn’t shaped like a star, was shaped like Tenna himself. It was cartoonish the degree of narcissism this guy had, but it tickled her!

Vivian walked past various screens displaying various shows, then froze. “Wait.. was that?”

She looked back at the screen. It would change between different channels, but the channel came back rather quick:

On the screen was one of her drawings! No— Multiple of her drawings! Vivian watched them being shown off by a flashy looking character in a barret. Didn’t I see them during the tour?

“Enjoying my show, miss Holiday?”

Vivian squealed out in alarm and started back, panting. In front of her was the colorful guy—er… Thing from the show.

Her face turned red with embarrassment, “Sorry! I didn’t know you were there, I— sorry.”

“AHA!” They laughed, kicking a leg(?) in the air, “No sorrows here, you sweet sketcher of mine. I, too, would be glued to the screen as well if I saw such ART!”

They gave Vivian a greeting bow, “I am LUSTRA, the head artiste of this very studio! At your service!”

“Lustra.” Vivian repeated, “Well, it’s good to meet you… Why is my art on your, um, show?”

Lustra gave another brief but boisterous laugh and wrapped themselves around Vivian, like a long ribbon, “Why, miss Holiday, your art is what FUELS me! It’s all I am!”

She stood stiffly as they explained, not wanting to move while Lustra was around her like that.

They continued, “Believe you me, nothing is more inspiring to us in the art department! Our little lambent Lightener, sketching away on whatever paper you find, creating more art, more masterpieces for us to share!”

“Oh my god.” Vivian’s face was red as a beet, “You people get everything I draw?”

“Heavens no!” Lustra howled, finally uncoiling from her, “We only receive those of the physical variety. All your— still lovely but inaccessible— digital work are locked away in a vault no TV Denizen can access.”

“No one?” She gasped, “Wait, not even Mr Tenna?”

Lustra shook their head, “Computers and Televisions, little darling, they’re a different department altogether.”

Vivian thought about this. Of course, if this is TV World, then there had to be a Computer world too. Maybe other worlds even… what would they even look like though? She wondered to herself.

She shook the thoghts from her head, “I think I understand.. And I mean, I’m glad you like my art that much.” She smiled at them, “Hey, actually, do you know where I could find Mr Tenna? He told me to call for him if I needed him, but…” but I hate raising my voice.

They smiled, “Oh honey, of course I can help ya find him! If I know that boisterous boss of mine, he’s most definitely holed up in his office—no doubt planning some more fun for his sweet starlet!~”

Vivian felt her cheeks burn at their teasing, but she nodded and fiddled with the plush ‘tail’ on her shorts, “Heh… Thank you.” As she started to leave, she stopped, “Uh— it was nice to meet you, Lustra!” And she scurried off once more.