[ DISCLAIMER : THERE WILL BE PORTRAYALS OF MENTAL ILLNESS. WILL UPDATE THE WARNINGS AS THIS BLOG GOES ON. ]
Good morning, afternoon, or evening, monsters and monstettes! Live from the trash heap, it's —
[ * Tenna's smile disappears. The mailbox next to him in the dump, seemingly growing hands, adjusts Tenna's antennae and turns a couple dials. ]
JEEPERS !! Apologies for the sudden intermission, folks! And without properly introducing myself, too!
I'm Mr. (Ant) Tenna, the GREATEST showman this side of the Underground! (𝓂𝒾𝓃𝓊𝓈 ℳℯ𝓉𝓉𝒶𝓉ℴ𝓃, ℴ𝒻 𝒸ℴ𝓊𝓇𝓈ℯ!) My DARLING Spamton G. Spamton found a way for YOU, yes YOU, to contact ME! It's been a while, honestly, but I've been raring to go!
Send me all your thoughts! Your greatest desires! Your questions! Comments! Concerns! EVERYTHING! With my darling cohost, I'll read EVERY bit of fanmail! …
… Unless it goes against our MYSTERIOUS third host's rules and guidelines! It's riiiight here, under the cut!
Hey, who wrote that line? What's a cut? What third host? Spammy, we may have to cut the cameras there. I can't let them see me worse than I already—
[ * The camera cuts off. ]
HOWDY! i'm sammy! i've been seeing a lot of undertale tenna interpretations and au's and i love ALL of them, plus i've been fixated on deltarune ask blogs a little, so i figured i'd make a blog for him!
some quick AU details the blog will be running on:
- tenna and spamton are married! they have agreed to an open relationship if one really desired [ tenna's pan & poly ]
- speaking of spamton, both him and tenna use the linguistic quirks of @/entityoffline's spamtenna undertale post
- tenna doesn't know about ANYTHING in deltarune, so the multiversal stuff may freak him out. feel free to ask about the tennaverse though!! anyone is welcome to int, from oc's to canon to fellow au's to just being yourself !!
- he aspires to be a showman, but he only runs other shows .. TV Time is more of a dream / working title. alphys and undyne regularly visit to watch anime, while mettaton is a regular that yaps to him because they share the both showman dream. mettaton has kinda entrusted tenna to keep the underground entertained in his place when he finally makes it out to preform for humans too
- tenna used to be the TV of the dreemurs before being broken and thrown away around the same time chara and asriel went to the surface. spamton used to be gaster's mailbox, carrying metaphorical and literal baggage due to the fact gaster never checked his mail. both backstories were p based on @/doctorsiren's royal caretaker au so PLEASE check it out.
[ an ut tenna design / reference will be added eventually :3 ]
AS FOR RULES + DISCLAIMERS !
- NO NSFW. mod is asexual.
- please be patient with me, i have a life outside of tumblr
- use common sense. if you're gonna be hateful, get out.
- flirty asks are okay, just some ground rules: no sexual stuff (as i said), be respectful of poly, and i cant believe i even have to say this, NO CRAZY AGE GAPS . THAT LAST PART FALLS UNDER THE COMMON SENSE CATEGORY.
AND TAGS !!
#heaps of fanmail (tenna asks)
#live from the underground (reblogs or longer rp's)
Giving you two one of them uh, Cam squishmallows. For joy and whimsy purposes. Ya.
[ * Two (2) Cam squishmallows fall right on top of Tenna and Spamton. While Tenna's lands perfectly between his broken antennae, Spamton's knocks him over. ]
Why THANK YOU, dear viewer!
… are you alright, Spammy?
𝒟ℯ𝒶𝓇 𝓂𝒶𝓃'𝓈 𝓉𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓈𝓊𝓇ℯ,
SON OF A—
[ * Once again, Spamton swearing has caused the cameras to cut. ]
[ * Tenna receives a… letter? Inside is a tape labelled 'For another me.' Watching the VHS results in a TV-headed figure turning to a small puppet-like guy with a mail hat, whispering some things before the puppet points at the camera. ]
OH MY DAYS! The recorder's working! Okay, okay, compose yourself, Tenna … IM SCARED— Right. Deep breaths.
Ahem. Hi! My husband Spammy recently told me about the… multiverse? (Whatever that means! I've only heard that stuff in the classic sci-fi programs I air!)
I wanted to record this to ask you in a VERY composed fashion:
[ * He pauses to take a deep breath. 'Composed' goes entirely out the window as he starts rambling, his voice glitching in a way that sounds painful, although he doesn't seem to mind as he passionately goes on about shows. ]
YOU OWN A THEATER?? I've always wanted to go to one! There's no theaters in the underground… or Broadway… SORRY! What's it like? How are musicals? How ✨🎶GROOVY 🎶✨ are they? Oh my stars, tell me all about it!
- @trashheapcares
A... VHS? Okay! Tenna will simply... send one in return!
"Oh 💫JOY💫! A fellow theater fan! I have SO much I want to say!!""
"Hm... if I could get you over to my theater, i'd LOVE to show you around! Maybe you could even watch a tech run of the show we're doing currently!"
"...I don't know if i'd want your... er- husband to come, but it's just a hypothetical!"
He sends this message as a VHS, the same way YOUR Tenna sent his.
[ * Receiving the VHS, Spamton jolts over to Tenna with the mail, humming a silly song as they sit down and watch it. Tenna's eyes continuously light up the more he hears, although he does turn to Spamton and wonder why the other him seemed so… hesitant. There were other Spamtons out there, but there's no way Spamton and Tenna could ever NOT like each other, right? ]
[ * … Right? ]
[ * Spamton sighed, setting up a response video for Tenna and him to film. ]
JEEPERS! I'd be DELIGHTED to come to your theater, pal! And watching a TECH RUN? It would be a 🌈💭DREAM💭🌈! SO LOVELY! UNSPEAKABLE amounts of GROOVY and FUN!
… If I can figure out this multiverse bizz, that is. I can't exactly leave like you can, aha… WACKY underground rules and such!
When Alphys comes by, maybe I can ask her about it! Spammy over here seems equally as knowledgeable about multiverse shenanigans, though! It's still so terrifying, admittedly.
Speaking of Spammy, I can… try and sort something out..!
[ * He fidgets with his tail as he says that. He doesn't wanna upset this alternate version of him, but he doesn't wanna upset Spamton either. He smiles through all his mixed emotions, putting the fact he's meeting a fellow theater fan in the forefront of his mind and giving a thumbs up. Spamton turns off the camera at his prompting, delivering Tenna's message via VHS once more. ]
Upon receiving another VHS, Tenna jumps a little!! He goes to record another video, though he hasn't planned what he was going to say as much as he did last time... he could do improv though! Yep!
"Hello you two!"
"I ah, admittedly don't know much about multiverse things... i've been having Mike figure out getting these tapes to you guys! Haha!"
"Though, if we can send each other these, surely there's a way for you to come here too!"
"I'm really looking forward to seeing you though, other me!!"
As Tenna goes to turn the camera off, for a few brief seconds, you'd see glimpses of his tail wagging behind him.
[ * Following an audible camera click, Tenna's own tail, although broken, is wagging at the response too. ]
Golly, I hope we can meet soon! You seem LOVELY, other me! (Not to sound full of myself! Or rather, ourself!)
[ * Turning to Spamton, Tenna finally asked the million dollar question. ]
Hey, how are we even getting these to him, honey?
𝒟ℯ𝒶𝓇 𝒞ℛ𝒯,
Hell if I know. I've just been using that weird ass door Undyne's friend keeps offhandedly mentioning.
𝒮𝒾𝓃𝒸ℯ𝓇ℯ𝓁𝓎, 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓂𝓉ℴ𝓃 𝒢. 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓂𝓉ℴ𝓃
[ * Holding on to Tenna's wires to help him get up, Spamton stares into the distance. After climbing onto him, Spamton points Tenna in the direction of the door. It looks fairly normal… except for the light coming out from the bottom, that is. It almost looked like… fire? As Tenna jankily inched towards the door, though, the fire didn't burn. Spamton turned the doorknob, leading into a dark, empty void. Holding hands, they stepped into the unknown, the darkness fading as they ended up in the other Tenna's Green Room.]
Apologies for my volume here, dear! I just… well gee whiz, I… yeah no WHAT THE—
[ * Tenna's voice box violently glitches before he can finish his sentence.]
When Spamton and Tenna walk in, Tenna is holding what appears to be a glass vial of some neon green... uh... liquid? It was thick. Maybe paint? Tenna was calling down a hallway, hand over his mouth to heighten his projection.
"MIKE, WHERE DO WE KEEP THE ☢️RADIUM☢️ AGAIN???"
...what. He, upon getting no response, puts his hand down and clears his throat. He turns to go the other direction when he sees the two who'd just arrived. He flickers. Blinking? His tail flicks back and forth as he walks right up to the two.
"Why, other ME! ...other Spamton! What wonderful timing!"
why was spamton here why was spamton here why was spamton here why was spamton here why was
"Uh, okay well maybe i'm in the middle of something... gotta figure out where the crew stores the radium. We need these for our tech run, haha!"
Okay so the neon green substance is uh... radium??? Amazing. Wonderful. He switches the hand that's holding the vial.
[ * The glow is faint due to Tenna's poor vision, but the mention of radium shocks the two of them nonetheless. Spamton backs away from the other Tenna, not wanting to mess with that vial. Although he's mildly concerned by the casual mention of a radioactive substance in the studio, Tenna, on the other hand, tries not think about it too much. Tripping over his own weight and broken body, he tries to run over and shake Tenna's hand. ]
Sorry, folks! Color me surprised, though! What might you need… um… radium for, pal? Did I hear you right? There's not girls from 1926 working in a factory fighting against radium here, right? Is there a TRIAL starting soon?
[ * Shaking his head, he mimics taking some deep, glitchy breaths. It honestly sounds kinda painful. Regardless of how he feels, he smiles through it. The entire time, Spamton is looking around the studio, running around at almost inorganic speeds and glaring at everything. ]
Regardless of your admittedly CONCERNING introduction, is there any way I can help you folks out? I uh… I'm not exactly in the best shape… but Dr. Alphys was planning on getting me arms soon! Or at least one arm! (Honestly, I'll take anything here, folks! Movin' these wires feels WACKY, and NOT in a whimsical way!)
[ * At the mention of Tenna's shape, Spamton runs over, holding onto him with tender concern. His strange glares at everything around him dissapear as he holds onto Tenna. In response, Tenna chuckles. ]
He won't cause ya any trouble, I hope! He's really swell.
Tenna grins at the mildly obvious reference, switching the vial between his two hands. The production they were doing was mildly obvious at this point. Unless you were normal. Then it was less obvious. The poster guy still hasn't dropped off the posters and playbills and such...
"Oh, actually, you're CORRECT! This is our first production here, and I decided a play would be best to start us off!"
He stops flipping the vial, keeping it in his right hand. This was... mildly awkward. Here was a rather fucked up version of him, just... here! It was different seeing them on a camera. He's so much more real in person. The lack of arms is bringing him back... uh, no reason to dwell on that, actually!
"I assume you've heard of ☢️Radium Girls☢️, then?"
Tenna was... a lot louder in person. He often forgets he doesn't need to project outwards to an audience all the time. He then, however, realizes he's been calling the substance RADIUM and decides, hey, maybe he should clarify before anyone panics.
"OH WAIT! Don't worry about this little thing here! It's... not actually RADIUM. That'd be ABSURD! No, no it's just glow in the dark paint! Watch this!"
Tenna pops the cap off of the vial, and carefully lets out a drop of the paint onto his finger. He closes the cap, then presenting the very normal looking hand.
"See? Totally safe! Wouldn't want to put our actors in any ACTUAL danger!"
Hey, now that he's thinking about it...
"Hm. Actually, real radium might not have the same effect on me because i'm a robot..."
He turns to the uh- store in the back. Which looks like a bar, but has a sign that says 'CONCESSIONS' plastered on it with really bad looking nails. There's what looks like a very small purple dog there. His face looks like one of those sockets that looks like a D= face.
"Ramb- !"
"No"
"Okay! Moving on-"
He turns back to the two. This is a very normal interaction, trust.
[ * His tail starts wagging at the mention of it being the first production. He's been dying to see a performance in person, and possibly taking part in one – the first one here – is the cherry on top. ]
Oh, I've heard of it! Never seen it, though.. now don't get me twisted, I'd
to! Gee whiz, hope you don't mind me asking this, bud — can I take a playbill as a keepsake when the poster guy gets here?! I have to admit, I'm quite the collector when I find playbills back home!
[ * Staring at the vial, his weak smile turns into a much more excited and friendly one now that he knows it's not gonna cause any actual radiation poisoning. He still flinches when Tenna pours the paint onto himself, his screen flashing color bars as he impulsively reaches for Spamton. Spamton, however, takes the glow-in-the-dark paint right off of this alternate Tenna's finger. While neither Tenna nor Spamton are aware of whatever multiversal relationships they may or may not have, Spamton almost seems to flinch as he takes touches the other Tenna's hand to test the paint. After a long pause and staring at his own hand with a hint of uncomfortability not even he can place, he decides to speak up. ]
𝒟ℯ𝒶𝓇 𝒷ℴℴ𝒷 𝓉𝓊𝒷ℯ𝓈,
I'm a doll. This won't affect me anyway. I genuinely don't know what the hell I sought to accomplish with that, though I can say the same for both of you.
ℛℯℊ𝒶𝓇𝒹𝓈, 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓂𝓉ℴ𝓃 𝒢. 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓂𝓉ℴ𝓃
[ * Following Tenna's chuckle, Spamton climbs onto Tenna once more, crossing his arms and frantically looking around again. ]
Sorry, sorry! I promise he doesn't bite! … Guess we have no way to test it other than the dog boy!
[ * He smiles and waves at Ramb, acknowledging Ramb's refusal to touch the paint with a thumbs up and a loud greeting.]
GOOOOOOOOOD MORNING, AFTERNOON, OR EVENING, STUDIO!
Tenna was about to respond to the playbill question, but was snapped out of his train of thought when the alternate Spamton wiped the paint off of his finger. The brief contact brought him back. Porcelain. Just like his had been. It was expected- this was an alternate universe Spamton, so they'd be the same material... but it hit the same either way.
The playbill question. Get your mind away from the mailman and onto something you can handle.
"Oh- er- sure! I'm certain we ordered too many anyways- Castle Town is... a little smaller than the average town, haha!"
Tenna shifts uncomfortably, then deciding to switch topics.
"ANYWAYS! I need to get this vial to a crew member! I'm sure one of them will know where it goes! Also we are- "
He looks over at a clock on the wall, his antennae moving to lean slightly towards that direction. Upon failing to read the clock, he shifts his focus to Ramb. Ramb sighs before Tenna can get a word out.
"Ramb- "
"You have 15 minutes, boss."
Tenna turns back to the husbands.
"Okay! That should work. Hey, just follow me then! We can talk while I do things!"
Tenna starts uh. walking off. Okay! Just uh, follow him, I guess? Or not. Up to you!
[ * Seeing this other Tenna shift uncomfortably and stutter on his words initially, Tenna's tail stops wagging, and he begins to bounce his foot a little. His screen goes dark for a split second, thinking to himself, wondering to himself… ]
… did we do something wrong?
[ * After climbing off him, Spamton taps Tenna, who had been blissfully unaware he said that out loud until his husband's touch. Quickly shaking his head, trying to cover up the dark screen and silent muttering, he follows the other Tenna. Despite Tenna's broken state, he's able to keep pace with his counterpart, mostly due to his height. Spamton follows behind. Whatever just happened there for a second, whatever dread he felt making contact with the other Tenna – whatever mutual dread was felt, he couldn't shake it. A man like him never takes it slow. Just as quick as the contact had been, his "never" turned into now. Forcing a shaky smile, he called out to the other Tenna's. ]
𝒟ℯ𝒶𝓇 ℐ𝒹𝒾ℴ𝓉 ℬℴ𝓍ℯ𝓈,
Can't you respect a short guy's walking pace here? … Wait! I'm coming with you! WAIT FOR ME, I'm coming too!
𝒮𝒾𝓃𝒸ℯ𝓇ℯ𝓁𝓎, 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓂𝓉ℴ𝓃 𝒢. 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓂𝓉ℴ𝓃
[ * Tenna chuckled, stopping in his tracks and turning to face his husband. ]
Ha! You're getting in on the references too? You sly dog! golly I love you.
[ * As Spamton returns his gaze, Tenna frowns, cocking his head to the side with gentle concern. Just that alone signals to Spam that both of them know his current slow walking speed was forced. Quickly turning back to the other Tenna as Spamton averts his gaze, Tenna continues walking, albeit slower. Spamton can and will take this chance to speed up in front of them, but he waits. He waits to see how the other Tenna will react, trying to see if that'll ease the tension and his perceived lack of belonging here. He stays close to his husband, his fears and awkwardness subsiding just by proximity to his love. ]
He hadn't thought about it at first. He did sort of expect Spamton to end up walking behind the two- Spamton was smaller, therefore his strides were smaller. He'd always have his Spamton trailing behind him in the past- though, he walked intentionally slower more times than he'd like to admit. Walking behind Spamton just felt... right.
The reference. He paused, proccessing it. He'd had to think for a moment- that was one of the ones Queen had introduced to him via """"slime tutorial""". He wasn't the biggest fan of it, though the reference was striking enough to get a small chuckle out of him.
He slows down his pace.
It wasn't because Spamton had been trailing behind, this time. But... this just made him think. To the back of his brain where he hid the things he wanted to forget the most.
Spamton was close enough to where he could smell the painted details of the puppet's cheeks. Eyes lock onto each other, even if there were no visible eyes in Tenna's face. His antennae leaning down towards Spamton was enough.
"I love you, Doll."
"You too."
He couldn't remember the last time he'd heard someone other than him say that. He brings himself out of his mind, pulling back into reality like he was pinching a contact out of his eye. That reference... it was almost a normal sentence, but the practiced structure and the specific way the words formed together made it just that much more obvious it was a reference.
He spotted a suspiciously familiar door. Haha. He's got this.
"Haha! Oh that's- Tenna, don't look back now, we're almost where we need to be!"
Tenna opened a set of double doors. It was awfully dark. Of course, this was the left side of the stage, the wings were uh, always dark. There was a purple light on a desk and- oh, props. A box of vials similar to the one Tenna held stood out the most, seeing as they were glowing.
"Okay maybe that reference didn't work as well as yours did, haha! I really need to step up my game here..."
That laugh was just a smidge too practiced. Straight out of a TV show. He slips the vial back into it's box, then-
"MIKE, GET THE CAST TO PLACES IN 5, PLEASE!"
A singular 'thank you 5...' could be heard from the right side of wings. Wonderful. Tenna steps back out to the other two, shutting the door.
[ * Responding to the other Tenna's small chuckle with a weak smile, he sped up, going so fast that he ran into the door. Tenna grabbed him, pulling him back and holding him up with some concern. ]
Spammy! You oughtta slow down sometimes, you know! Are you hurt? Any scratches? I can't exactly see them the best—
[ * After staring at Tenna for about a minute, he wriggled around in his arms like a cat wanting to be put down. Taking this as code for "I'm fine, stop worrying about me," he cautiously put Spamton down. Chuckling at the other Tenna's reference - one that flew right over Spamton's head once again - he paused and attempted to mimic drumroll sounds as the door got opened. Once it did, he was starstruck, looking around and attempting to adjust his own antennae as if he'd just broke. He didn't really see much, given his poor eyesight and the whole left stage being dark, and he was still amazed. Having no arms, all that really accomplished is making his jacket sleeves flop. ]
Oh my
!!! I… Oh… oh gee whiz… this is so GROOVY! I… THANK YOU! Thank you for showing my husband and I your shows! Your first production! This is so… SO…
[ * While trying to gather his words, Tenna glances over at Spamton. Both acknowledged the practiced laugh. Whereas Spamton looks at Tenna with concern, Tenna jumps up and down. ]
I've been DYING to act more! Dying to WATCH more! A LIVE SHOW? Are you KIDDING?! This is like getting TV Time greenlit, but LIVE, and ONLY LIVE! Do we have any music? Where are the costumes? What about the props? Ooh, we need to check the script, too! I'm gonna EXPLODE at this rate, folks! Sorry, …not sorry, 🎶don't lose your head🎶, there, Tenna! (Get it?)
[ * He kinda cringed at his own attempt at a reference, letting out a glitchy sigh before going to take his place. Only as he's trying to find whatever his place is does he realize he may actually have fewer clue of what he's actually doing than he thought. ]
Are we uh… taking part in this, or are we directing? Or are we watching? Either way is going to be such a GROOVY experience! Jeez, I've been saying groovy quite a bit… WHAT OTHER WORD COULD DESCRIBE THIS? It's all so GROOVY! Take your time, though! This seems like a big ordeal… although big isn't necessarily bad, ya know! BIG productions! BIG acting! BIG EVERYTHING! (To a healthy degree, of course! Can't have anyone going CRAZY, ya know!)
[ * Unluckily for the other Tenna, this Tenna's also pretty scatterbrained. ]
Tenna beams at the two, equally excited that the two are so excited (or, at least Tenna is...). He begins walking in a different direction, sort of expecting the others to follow.
"Oh, YES! Okay, well, currently we're doing a tech run- I, as the director, need to watch from the back to make sure everything's good! Then we can talk more about the logistics- costumes, set, all that!"
Tenna barely looks back at the two to see if they're there. He is uh... indeed busy.
"Since i'm busy with that, you two for now, can watch with me! Get a first impression of the show and my vision for it before we continue discussion. Okay? Okay!"
Tenna was... a bit worried. This show was... very muted. It was based on real events according to Susie, so it was a real challenge. They had to keep things grounded, while not too deep into reality that it becomes boring. That balance was a struggle. Usually with him, it was all or nothing.
...unfortunately, this show couldn't exactly be... 'big'.
[ * As soon as Tenna starts walking away, Spamton speeds up in front of the two again, stopping and looking at the Tenna's with confusion. Neither of them question Tenna's lack of looking back. If anything, Tenna admires it. ]
OOH! Does that mean we're CO-DIRECTORS?
[ * As he begun to stomp his feet with anticipation, he realised that fact wasn't even confirmed yet, followed by an anxious chuckle. ]
Even if we're not, just witnessing this all… I wish we had something like this back home, ya know?
[ * Noting Tenna's worry, he shifts in his seat himself. Only now as he sat down and thought about it did he realize he never really tried anything this grounded in reality. With the state of his broken body, he never wanted to. And with the people he used to entertain… ]
Let me know how this is supposed to go, alright, pal? I've, ha... never done a production myself yet. Let alone one this, you know.. real.
[ * He smiles a little weakly as he turns to face the show. His counterpart said there's no looking back, after all. ]
Beep! Okay, now they're actually going to start. This is! Normal! He's got his table propped up on a row of chairs in front of him, which has a mid-thickness looking script and a good 10 highlighters. 3 of which are varying shades of red.
"Oh! Don't worry about your role right now- haha! I haven't! I just thought it'd be good to get another perspective on the show- sort of like a beta tester, but for the show? Does this make sense?"
Okay now that he's sitting in his cool director desk (its not a desk its a folding table standing on a row of chairs in front of him. this is uncomfortable because he is freakishly tall), they can start!
"Sit anywhere! Careful, the seats do the strange fold back thing. And um- "
He clears his throat.
"Okay! Are we ready? MIKE! Hit those first audio cues! We're starting from Act 1, Scene 1!"
ah. Wonderful. This is going to happen a lot. He is going to yell a lot. Great!
[ * While Tenna was able to sit down normally, when Spamton went to sit, the seat folded on him. Great. Spamton's really winning today. Tenna helped Spamton, his phantom arm sensation giving him a bit of a buffer as he did so. Both go through the script as they're seated. ]
Alrighty, folks! You heard the boss! Don't touch that dial, and DON'T EAT THAT PAINTBRUSH!
[ * His comments are more for encouragement of the actors than for directing – after all, everyone here probably knows more than a guy who's never even seen a theater in person. He'd write notes on the script, but aside from his lack of arms, he's been squinting at it for a while now, his blurry vision catching up to him. ]
Sorry! Am I talking too much—
[ *He gasps, smiling at the opportunity he just gave himself by pure accident. ]
Am I talking too loud? Sometimes I get over-excited, shoot off at the mouth-!
[ * Both of the CRT's are really, REALLY loud. Spamton already had this strange feeling that somehow, he was going to be drowned out, and their volumes just solidified it. He didn't know much about theater, and aside from the occasional dog bark or door knock, the mail came in an oddly quiet manner. He shifted around, reading the script, his smile coming from his husband's joy rather than his own. ]
Now usually, Tenna would react to the hamilton reference. However, he's directing. He's in director mode. He's watching and taking notes and- oh my GOD.
He turns to Tenna 2, shushes him, and immediately goes to-
SCREEEEE
Ah! That was!! A mic! Peaking! Ow! Tenna's antennas curl back, and he looks over at the audio people. You know that one gif of the guy sweating profusely? that's the audio tech people right now.
"I told Cap'n not to put Berry's mic under his blazer because he changes costumes in act 2- Angel, I should have put Mike on his mic instead- "
Tenna's whispering to himself- which, is kind of insane? because usually he's very very loud?? though it does make sense. He needs to hear everything going on, so he can't be too loud.
...ok maybe his whispering is more of a completely NORMAL inside voice, but he's so loud all the time it feels like he's whispering.
[ * Tenna puts his head down, his cracked screen flicking to say "I'm sorry." Silence bothered him, and because Tenna's vision is incredibly poor, he has a SCARY good sense of hearing. What this also means is that he's INCREDIBLY sensitive to loud noises! He flinches, flopping over onto Spamton's chair. Spamton holds his big TV head to the best of his ability. ]
𝒟ℯ𝒶𝓇 𝓂𝓎 𝓉𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓈𝓊𝓇ℯ, It's okay. You're okay. But what the FUCK was that?! HOLY CUNGADERO, that was LOUD! 𝒮𝒾𝓃𝒸ℯ𝓇ℯ𝓁𝓎, 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓂𝓉ℴ𝓃 𝒢. 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓂𝓉ℴ𝓃
That's a mic peak, my darling— SPAMMY! Watch your DASTARDLY language! Especially when he's DIRECTING! .. although I .. thank you, love.
[ * Spamton smiles, letting go of Tenna's head as he gets back in his seat, adjusting himself. He turns to Tenna, offering to help out, a worried expression quickly replacing his wince. If he had actual hands, he would've extended one to Tenna right now.]
SORRY, SORRY! Got a little jumpy there, folks! … Cap'n…? Berry…? Angel…? Mike…? AHEM! I don't know who those people are, but I can help!
[ * Tenna receives a… letter? Inside is a tape labelled 'For another me.' Watching the VHS results in a TV-headed figure turning to a small puppet-like guy with a mail hat, whispering some things before the puppet points at the camera. ]
OH MY DAYS! The recorder's working! Okay, okay, compose yourself, Tenna … IM SCARED— Right. Deep breaths.
Ahem. Hi! My husband Spammy recently told me about the… multiverse? (Whatever that means! I've only heard that stuff in the classic sci-fi programs I air!)
I wanted to record this to ask you in a VERY composed fashion:
[ * He pauses to take a deep breath. 'Composed' goes entirely out the window as he starts rambling, his voice glitching in a way that sounds painful, although he doesn't seem to mind as he passionately goes on about shows. ]
YOU OWN A THEATER?? I've always wanted to go to one! There's no theaters in the underground… or Broadway… SORRY! What's it like? How are musicals? How ✨🎶GROOVY 🎶✨ are they? Oh my stars, tell me all about it!
- @trashheapcares
A... VHS? Okay! Tenna will simply... send one in return!
"Oh 💫JOY💫! A fellow theater fan! I have SO much I want to say!!""
"Hm... if I could get you over to my theater, i'd LOVE to show you around! Maybe you could even watch a tech run of the show we're doing currently!"
"...I don't know if i'd want your... er- husband to come, but it's just a hypothetical!"
He sends this message as a VHS, the same way YOUR Tenna sent his.
[ * Receiving the VHS, Spamton jolts over to Tenna with the mail, humming a silly song as they sit down and watch it. Tenna's eyes continuously light up the more he hears, although he does turn to Spamton and wonder why the other him seemed so… hesitant. There were other Spamtons out there, but there's no way Spamton and Tenna could ever NOT like each other, right? ]
[ * … Right? ]
[ * Spamton sighed, setting up a response video for Tenna and him to film. ]
JEEPERS! I'd be DELIGHTED to come to your theater, pal! And watching a TECH RUN? It would be a 🌈💭DREAM💭🌈! SO LOVELY! UNSPEAKABLE amounts of GROOVY and FUN!
… If I can figure out this multiverse bizz, that is. I can't exactly leave like you can, aha… WACKY underground rules and such!
When Alphys comes by, maybe I can ask her about it! Spammy over here seems equally as knowledgeable about multiverse shenanigans, though! It's still so terrifying, admittedly.
Speaking of Spammy, I can… try and sort something out..!
[ * He fidgets with his tail as he says that. He doesn't wanna upset this alternate version of him, but he doesn't wanna upset Spamton either. He smiles through all his mixed emotions, putting the fact he's meeting a fellow theater fan in the forefront of his mind and giving a thumbs up. Spamton turns off the camera at his prompting, delivering Tenna's message via VHS once more. ]
Upon receiving another VHS, Tenna jumps a little!! He goes to record another video, though he hasn't planned what he was going to say as much as he did last time... he could do improv though! Yep!
"Hello you two!"
"I ah, admittedly don't know much about multiverse things... i've been having Mike figure out getting these tapes to you guys! Haha!"
"Though, if we can send each other these, surely there's a way for you to come here too!"
"I'm really looking forward to seeing you though, other me!!"
As Tenna goes to turn the camera off, for a few brief seconds, you'd see glimpses of his tail wagging behind him.
[ * Following an audible camera click, Tenna's own tail, although broken, is wagging at the response too. ]
Golly, I hope we can meet soon! You seem LOVELY, other me! (Not to sound full of myself! Or rather, ourself!)
[ * Turning to Spamton, Tenna finally asked the million dollar question. ]
Hey, how are we even getting these to him, honey?
𝒟ℯ𝒶𝓇 𝒞ℛ𝒯,
Hell if I know. I've just been using that weird ass door Undyne's friend keeps offhandedly mentioning.
𝒮𝒾𝓃𝒸ℯ𝓇ℯ𝓁𝓎, 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓂𝓉ℴ𝓃 𝒢. 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓂𝓉ℴ𝓃
[ * Holding on to Tenna's wires to help him get up, Spamton stares into the distance. After climbing onto him, Spamton points Tenna in the direction of the door. It looks fairly normal… except for the light coming out from the bottom, that is. It almost looked like… fire? As Tenna jankily inched towards the door, though, the fire didn't burn. Spamton turned the doorknob, leading into a dark, empty void. Holding hands, they stepped into the unknown, the darkness fading as they ended up in the other Tenna's Green Room.]
Apologies for my volume here, dear! I just… well gee whiz, I… yeah no WHAT THE—
[ * Tenna's voice box violently glitches before he can finish his sentence.]
When Spamton and Tenna walk in, Tenna is holding what appears to be a glass vial of some neon green... uh... liquid? It was thick. Maybe paint? Tenna was calling down a hallway, hand over his mouth to heighten his projection.
"MIKE, WHERE DO WE KEEP THE ☢️RADIUM☢️ AGAIN???"
...what. He, upon getting no response, puts his hand down and clears his throat. He turns to go the other direction when he sees the two who'd just arrived. He flickers. Blinking? His tail flicks back and forth as he walks right up to the two.
"Why, other ME! ...other Spamton! What wonderful timing!"
why was spamton here why was spamton here why was spamton here why was spamton here why was
"Uh, okay well maybe i'm in the middle of something... gotta figure out where the crew stores the radium. We need these for our tech run, haha!"
Okay so the neon green substance is uh... radium??? Amazing. Wonderful. He switches the hand that's holding the vial.
[ * The glow is faint due to Tenna's poor vision, but the mention of radium shocks the two of them nonetheless. Spamton backs away from the other Tenna, not wanting to mess with that vial. Although he's mildly concerned by the casual mention of a radioactive substance in the studio, Tenna, on the other hand, tries not think about it too much. Tripping over his own weight and broken body, he tries to run over and shake Tenna's hand. ]
Sorry, folks! Color me surprised, though! What might you need… um… radium for, pal? Did I hear you right? There's not girls from 1926 working in a factory fighting against radium here, right? Is there a TRIAL starting soon?
[ * Shaking his head, he mimics taking some deep, glitchy breaths. It honestly sounds kinda painful. Regardless of how he feels, he smiles through it. The entire time, Spamton is looking around the studio, running around at almost inorganic speeds and glaring at everything. ]
Regardless of your admittedly CONCERNING introduction, is there any way I can help you folks out? I uh… I'm not exactly in the best shape… but Dr. Alphys was planning on getting me arms soon! Or at least one arm! (Honestly, I'll take anything here, folks! Movin' these wires feels WACKY, and NOT in a whimsical way!)
[ * At the mention of Tenna's shape, Spamton runs over, holding onto him with tender concern. His strange glares at everything around him dissapear as he holds onto Tenna. In response, Tenna chuckles. ]
He won't cause ya any trouble, I hope! He's really swell.
Tenna grins at the mildly obvious reference, switching the vial between his two hands. The production they were doing was mildly obvious at this point. Unless you were normal. Then it was less obvious. The poster guy still hasn't dropped off the posters and playbills and such...
"Oh, actually, you're CORRECT! This is our first production here, and I decided a play would be best to start us off!"
He stops flipping the vial, keeping it in his right hand. This was... mildly awkward. Here was a rather fucked up version of him, just... here! It was different seeing them on a camera. He's so much more real in person. The lack of arms is bringing him back... uh, no reason to dwell on that, actually!
"I assume you've heard of ☢️Radium Girls☢️, then?"
Tenna was... a lot louder in person. He often forgets he doesn't need to project outwards to an audience all the time. He then, however, realizes he's been calling the substance RADIUM and decides, hey, maybe he should clarify before anyone panics.
"OH WAIT! Don't worry about this little thing here! It's... not actually RADIUM. That'd be ABSURD! No, no it's just glow in the dark paint! Watch this!"
Tenna pops the cap off of the vial, and carefully lets out a drop of the paint onto his finger. He closes the cap, then presenting the very normal looking hand.
"See? Totally safe! Wouldn't want to put our actors in any ACTUAL danger!"
Hey, now that he's thinking about it...
"Hm. Actually, real radium might not have the same effect on me because i'm a robot..."
He turns to the uh- store in the back. Which looks like a bar, but has a sign that says 'CONCESSIONS' plastered on it with really bad looking nails. There's what looks like a very small purple dog there. His face looks like one of those sockets that looks like a D= face.
"Ramb- !"
"No"
"Okay! Moving on-"
He turns back to the two. This is a very normal interaction, trust.
[ * His tail starts wagging at the mention of it being the first production. He's been dying to see a performance in person, and possibly taking part in one – the first one here – is the cherry on top. ]
Oh, I've heard of it! Never seen it, though.. now don't get me twisted, I'd
to! Gee whiz, hope you don't mind me asking this, bud — can I take a playbill as a keepsake when the poster guy gets here?! I have to admit, I'm quite the collector when I find playbills back home!
[ * Staring at the vial, his weak smile turns into a much more excited and friendly one now that he knows it's not gonna cause any actual radiation poisoning. He still flinches when Tenna pours the paint onto himself, his screen flashing color bars as he impulsively reaches for Spamton. Spamton, however, takes the glow-in-the-dark paint right off of this alternate Tenna's finger. While neither Tenna nor Spamton are aware of whatever multiversal relationships they may or may not have, Spamton almost seems to flinch as he takes touches the other Tenna's hand to test the paint. After a long pause and staring at his own hand with a hint of uncomfortability not even he can place, he decides to speak up. ]
𝒟ℯ𝒶𝓇 𝒷ℴℴ𝒷 𝓉𝓊𝒷ℯ𝓈,
I'm a doll. This won't affect me anyway. I genuinely don't know what the hell I sought to accomplish with that, though I can say the same for both of you.
ℛℯℊ𝒶𝓇𝒹𝓈, 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓂𝓉ℴ𝓃 𝒢. 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓂𝓉ℴ𝓃
[ * Following Tenna's chuckle, Spamton climbs onto Tenna once more, crossing his arms and frantically looking around again. ]
Sorry, sorry! I promise he doesn't bite! … Guess we have no way to test it other than the dog boy!
[ * He smiles and waves at Ramb, acknowledging Ramb's refusal to touch the paint with a thumbs up and a loud greeting.]
GOOOOOOOOOD MORNING, AFTERNOON, OR EVENING, STUDIO!
Tenna was about to respond to the playbill question, but was snapped out of his train of thought when the alternate Spamton wiped the paint off of his finger. The brief contact brought him back. Porcelain. Just like his had been. It was expected- this was an alternate universe Spamton, so they'd be the same material... but it hit the same either way.
The playbill question. Get your mind away from the mailman and onto something you can handle.
"Oh- er- sure! I'm certain we ordered too many anyways- Castle Town is... a little smaller than the average town, haha!"
Tenna shifts uncomfortably, then deciding to switch topics.
"ANYWAYS! I need to get this vial to a crew member! I'm sure one of them will know where it goes! Also we are- "
He looks over at a clock on the wall, his antennae moving to lean slightly towards that direction. Upon failing to read the clock, he shifts his focus to Ramb. Ramb sighs before Tenna can get a word out.
"Ramb- "
"You have 15 minutes, boss."
Tenna turns back to the husbands.
"Okay! That should work. Hey, just follow me then! We can talk while I do things!"
Tenna starts uh. walking off. Okay! Just uh, follow him, I guess? Or not. Up to you!
[ * Seeing this other Tenna shift uncomfortably and stutter on his words initially, Tenna's tail stops wagging, and he begins to bounce his foot a little. His screen goes dark for a split second, thinking to himself, wondering to himself… ]
… did we do something wrong?
[ * After climbing off him, Spamton taps Tenna, who had been blissfully unaware he said that out loud until his husband's touch. Quickly shaking his head, trying to cover up the dark screen and silent muttering, he follows the other Tenna. Despite Tenna's broken state, he's able to keep pace with his counterpart, mostly due to his height. Spamton follows behind. Whatever just happened there for a second, whatever dread he felt making contact with the other Tenna – whatever mutual dread was felt, he couldn't shake it. A man like him never takes it slow. Just as quick as the contact had been, his "never" turned into now. Forcing a shaky smile, he called out to the other Tenna's. ]
𝒟ℯ𝒶𝓇 ℐ𝒹𝒾ℴ𝓉 ℬℴ𝓍ℯ𝓈,
Can't you respect a short guy's walking pace here? … Wait! I'm coming with you! WAIT FOR ME, I'm coming too!
𝒮𝒾𝓃𝒸ℯ𝓇ℯ𝓁𝓎, 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓂𝓉ℴ𝓃 𝒢. 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓂𝓉ℴ𝓃
[ * Tenna chuckled, stopping in his tracks and turning to face his husband. ]
Ha! You're getting in on the references too? You sly dog! golly I love you.
[ * As Spamton returns his gaze, Tenna frowns, cocking his head to the side with gentle concern. Just that alone signals to Spam that both of them know his current slow walking speed was forced. Quickly turning back to the other Tenna as Spamton averts his gaze, Tenna continues walking, albeit slower. Spamton can and will take this chance to speed up in front of them, but he waits. He waits to see how the other Tenna will react, trying to see if that'll ease the tension and his perceived lack of belonging here. He stays close to his husband, his fears and awkwardness subsiding just by proximity to his love. ]
He hadn't thought about it at first. He did sort of expect Spamton to end up walking behind the two- Spamton was smaller, therefore his strides were smaller. He'd always have his Spamton trailing behind him in the past- though, he walked intentionally slower more times than he'd like to admit. Walking behind Spamton just felt... right.
The reference. He paused, proccessing it. He'd had to think for a moment- that was one of the ones Queen had introduced to him via """"slime tutorial""". He wasn't the biggest fan of it, though the reference was striking enough to get a small chuckle out of him.
He slows down his pace.
It wasn't because Spamton had been trailing behind, this time. But... this just made him think. To the back of his brain where he hid the things he wanted to forget the most.
Spamton was close enough to where he could smell the painted details of the puppet's cheeks. Eyes lock onto each other, even if there were no visible eyes in Tenna's face. His antennae leaning down towards Spamton was enough.
"I love you, Doll."
"You too."
He couldn't remember the last time he'd heard someone other than him say that. He brings himself out of his mind, pulling back into reality like he was pinching a contact out of his eye. That reference... it was almost a normal sentence, but the practiced structure and the specific way the words formed together made it just that much more obvious it was a reference.
He spotted a suspiciously familiar door. Haha. He's got this.
"Haha! Oh that's- Tenna, don't look back now, we're almost where we need to be!"
Tenna opened a set of double doors. It was awfully dark. Of course, this was the left side of the stage, the wings were uh, always dark. There was a purple light on a desk and- oh, props. A box of vials similar to the one Tenna held stood out the most, seeing as they were glowing.
"Okay maybe that reference didn't work as well as yours did, haha! I really need to step up my game here..."
That laugh was just a smidge too practiced. Straight out of a TV show. He slips the vial back into it's box, then-
"MIKE, GET THE CAST TO PLACES IN 5, PLEASE!"
A singular 'thank you 5...' could be heard from the right side of wings. Wonderful. Tenna steps back out to the other two, shutting the door.
[ * Responding to the other Tenna's small chuckle with a weak smile, he sped up, going so fast that he ran into the door. Tenna grabbed him, pulling him back and holding him up with some concern. ]
Spammy! You oughtta slow down sometimes, you know! Are you hurt? Any scratches? I can't exactly see them the best—
[ * After staring at Tenna for about a minute, he wriggled around in his arms like a cat wanting to be put down. Taking this as code for "I'm fine, stop worrying about me," he cautiously put Spamton down. Chuckling at the other Tenna's reference - one that flew right over Spamton's head once again - he paused and attempted to mimic drumroll sounds as the door got opened. Once it did, he was starstruck, looking around and attempting to adjust his own antennae as if he'd just broke. He didn't really see much, given his poor eyesight and the whole left stage being dark, and he was still amazed. Having no arms, all that really accomplished is making his jacket sleeves flop. ]
Oh my
!!! I… Oh… oh gee whiz… this is so GROOVY! I… THANK YOU! Thank you for showing my husband and I your shows! Your first production! This is so… SO…
[ * While trying to gather his words, Tenna glances over at Spamton. Both acknowledged the practiced laugh. Whereas Spamton looks at Tenna with concern, Tenna jumps up and down. ]
I've been DYING to act more! Dying to WATCH more! A LIVE SHOW? Are you KIDDING?! This is like getting TV Time greenlit, but LIVE, and ONLY LIVE! Do we have any music? Where are the costumes? What about the props? Ooh, we need to check the script, too! I'm gonna EXPLODE at this rate, folks! Sorry, …not sorry, 🎶don't lose your head🎶, there, Tenna! (Get it?)
[ * He kinda cringed at his own attempt at a reference, letting out a glitchy sigh before going to take his place. Only as he's trying to find whatever his place is does he realize he may actually have fewer clue of what he's actually doing than he thought. ]
Are we uh… taking part in this, or are we directing? Or are we watching? Either way is going to be such a GROOVY experience! Jeez, I've been saying groovy quite a bit… WHAT OTHER WORD COULD DESCRIBE THIS? It's all so GROOVY! Take your time, though! This seems like a big ordeal… although big isn't necessarily bad, ya know! BIG productions! BIG acting! BIG EVERYTHING! (To a healthy degree, of course! Can't have anyone going CRAZY, ya know!)
[ * Unluckily for the other Tenna, this Tenna's also pretty scatterbrained. ]
Tenna beams at the two, equally excited that the two are so excited (or, at least Tenna is...). He begins walking in a different direction, sort of expecting the others to follow.
"Oh, YES! Okay, well, currently we're doing a tech run- I, as the director, need to watch from the back to make sure everything's good! Then we can talk more about the logistics- costumes, set, all that!"
Tenna barely looks back at the two to see if they're there. He is uh... indeed busy.
"Since i'm busy with that, you two for now, can watch with me! Get a first impression of the show and my vision for it before we continue discussion. Okay? Okay!"
Tenna was... a bit worried. This show was... very muted. It was based on real events according to Susie, so it was a real challenge. They had to keep things grounded, while not too deep into reality that it becomes boring. That balance was a struggle. Usually with him, it was all or nothing.
...unfortunately, this show couldn't exactly be... 'big'.
[ * As soon as Tenna starts walking away, Spamton speeds up in front of the two again, stopping and looking at the Tenna's with confusion. Neither of them question Tenna's lack of looking back. If anything, Tenna admires it. ]
OOH! Does that mean we're CO-DIRECTORS?
[ * As he begun to stomp his feet with anticipation, he realised that fact wasn't even confirmed yet, followed by an anxious chuckle. ]
Even if we're not, just witnessing this all… I wish we had something like this back home, ya know?
[ * Noting Tenna's worry, he shifts in his seat himself. Only now as he sat down and thought about it did he realize he never really tried anything this grounded in reality. With the state of his broken body, he never wanted to. And with the people he used to entertain… ]
Let me know how this is supposed to go, alright, pal? I've, ha... never done a production myself yet. Let alone one this, you know.. real.
[ * He smiles a little weakly as he turns to face the show. His counterpart said there's no looking back, after all. ]
Beep! Okay, now they're actually going to start. This is! Normal! He's got his table propped up on a row of chairs in front of him, which has a mid-thickness looking script and a good 10 highlighters. 3 of which are varying shades of red.
"Oh! Don't worry about your role right now- haha! I haven't! I just thought it'd be good to get another perspective on the show- sort of like a beta tester, but for the show? Does this make sense?"
Okay now that he's sitting in his cool director desk (its not a desk its a folding table standing on a row of chairs in front of him. this is uncomfortable because he is freakishly tall), they can start!
"Sit anywhere! Careful, the seats do the strange fold back thing. And um- "
He clears his throat.
"Okay! Are we ready? MIKE! Hit those first audio cues! We're starting from Act 1, Scene 1!"
ah. Wonderful. This is going to happen a lot. He is going to yell a lot. Great!
[ * While Tenna was able to sit down normally, when Spamton went to sit, the seat folded on him. Great. Spamton's really winning today. Tenna helped Spamton, his phantom arm sensation giving him a bit of a buffer as he did so. Both go through the script as they're seated. ]
Alrighty, folks! You heard the boss! Don't touch that dial, and DON'T EAT THAT PAINTBRUSH!
[ * His comments are more for encouragement of the actors than for directing – after all, everyone here probably knows more than a guy who's never even seen a theater in person. He'd write notes on the script, but aside from his lack of arms, he's been squinting at it for a while now, his blurry vision catching up to him. ]
Sorry! Am I talking too much—
[ *He gasps, smiling at the opportunity he just gave himself by pure accident. ]
Am I talking too loud? Sometimes I get over-excited, shoot off at the mouth-!
[ * Both of the CRT's are really, REALLY loud. Spamton already had this strange feeling that somehow, he was going to be drowned out, and their volumes just solidified it. He didn't know much about theater, and aside from the occasional dog bark or door knock, the mail came in an oddly quiet manner. He shifted around, reading the script, his smile coming from his husband's joy rather than his own. ]
[ * Tenna receives a… letter? Inside is a tape labelled 'For another me.' Watching the VHS results in a TV-headed figure turning to a small puppet-like guy with a mail hat, whispering some things before the puppet points at the camera. ]
OH MY DAYS! The recorder's working! Okay, okay, compose yourself, Tenna … IM SCARED— Right. Deep breaths.
Ahem. Hi! My husband Spammy recently told me about the… multiverse? (Whatever that means! I've only heard that stuff in the classic sci-fi programs I air!)
I wanted to record this to ask you in a VERY composed fashion:
[ * He pauses to take a deep breath. 'Composed' goes entirely out the window as he starts rambling, his voice glitching in a way that sounds painful, although he doesn't seem to mind as he passionately goes on about shows. ]
YOU OWN A THEATER?? I've always wanted to go to one! There's no theaters in the underground… or Broadway… SORRY! What's it like? How are musicals? How ✨🎶GROOVY 🎶✨ are they? Oh my stars, tell me all about it!
- @trashheapcares
A... VHS? Okay! Tenna will simply... send one in return!
"Oh 💫JOY💫! A fellow theater fan! I have SO much I want to say!!""
"Hm... if I could get you over to my theater, i'd LOVE to show you around! Maybe you could even watch a tech run of the show we're doing currently!"
"...I don't know if i'd want your... er- husband to come, but it's just a hypothetical!"
He sends this message as a VHS, the same way YOUR Tenna sent his.
[ * Receiving the VHS, Spamton jolts over to Tenna with the mail, humming a silly song as they sit down and watch it. Tenna's eyes continuously light up the more he hears, although he does turn to Spamton and wonder why the other him seemed so… hesitant. There were other Spamtons out there, but there's no way Spamton and Tenna could ever NOT like each other, right? ]
[ * … Right? ]
[ * Spamton sighed, setting up a response video for Tenna and him to film. ]
JEEPERS! I'd be DELIGHTED to come to your theater, pal! And watching a TECH RUN? It would be a 🌈💭DREAM💭🌈! SO LOVELY! UNSPEAKABLE amounts of GROOVY and FUN!
… If I can figure out this multiverse bizz, that is. I can't exactly leave like you can, aha… WACKY underground rules and such!
When Alphys comes by, maybe I can ask her about it! Spammy over here seems equally as knowledgeable about multiverse shenanigans, though! It's still so terrifying, admittedly.
Speaking of Spammy, I can… try and sort something out..!
[ * He fidgets with his tail as he says that. He doesn't wanna upset this alternate version of him, but he doesn't wanna upset Spamton either. He smiles through all his mixed emotions, putting the fact he's meeting a fellow theater fan in the forefront of his mind and giving a thumbs up. Spamton turns off the camera at his prompting, delivering Tenna's message via VHS once more. ]
Upon receiving another VHS, Tenna jumps a little!! He goes to record another video, though he hasn't planned what he was going to say as much as he did last time... he could do improv though! Yep!
"Hello you two!"
"I ah, admittedly don't know much about multiverse things... i've been having Mike figure out getting these tapes to you guys! Haha!"
"Though, if we can send each other these, surely there's a way for you to come here too!"
"I'm really looking forward to seeing you though, other me!!"
As Tenna goes to turn the camera off, for a few brief seconds, you'd see glimpses of his tail wagging behind him.
[ * Following an audible camera click, Tenna's own tail, although broken, is wagging at the response too. ]
Golly, I hope we can meet soon! You seem LOVELY, other me! (Not to sound full of myself! Or rather, ourself!)
[ * Turning to Spamton, Tenna finally asked the million dollar question. ]
Hey, how are we even getting these to him, honey?
𝒟ℯ𝒶𝓇 𝒞ℛ𝒯,
Hell if I know. I've just been using that weird ass door Undyne's friend keeps offhandedly mentioning.
𝒮𝒾𝓃𝒸ℯ𝓇ℯ𝓁𝓎, 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓂𝓉ℴ𝓃 𝒢. 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓂𝓉ℴ𝓃
[ * Holding on to Tenna's wires to help him get up, Spamton stares into the distance. After climbing onto him, Spamton points Tenna in the direction of the door. It looks fairly normal… except for the light coming out from the bottom, that is. It almost looked like… fire? As Tenna jankily inched towards the door, though, the fire didn't burn. Spamton turned the doorknob, leading into a dark, empty void. Holding hands, they stepped into the unknown, the darkness fading as they ended up in the other Tenna's Green Room.]
Apologies for my volume here, dear! I just… well gee whiz, I… yeah no WHAT THE—
[ * Tenna's voice box violently glitches before he can finish his sentence.]
When Spamton and Tenna walk in, Tenna is holding what appears to be a glass vial of some neon green... uh... liquid? It was thick. Maybe paint? Tenna was calling down a hallway, hand over his mouth to heighten his projection.
"MIKE, WHERE DO WE KEEP THE ☢️RADIUM☢️ AGAIN???"
...what. He, upon getting no response, puts his hand down and clears his throat. He turns to go the other direction when he sees the two who'd just arrived. He flickers. Blinking? His tail flicks back and forth as he walks right up to the two.
"Why, other ME! ...other Spamton! What wonderful timing!"
why was spamton here why was spamton here why was spamton here why was spamton here why was
"Uh, okay well maybe i'm in the middle of something... gotta figure out where the crew stores the radium. We need these for our tech run, haha!"
Okay so the neon green substance is uh... radium??? Amazing. Wonderful. He switches the hand that's holding the vial.
[ * The glow is faint due to Tenna's poor vision, but the mention of radium shocks the two of them nonetheless. Spamton backs away from the other Tenna, not wanting to mess with that vial. Although he's mildly concerned by the casual mention of a radioactive substance in the studio, Tenna, on the other hand, tries not think about it too much. Tripping over his own weight and broken body, he tries to run over and shake Tenna's hand. ]
Sorry, folks! Color me surprised, though! What might you need… um… radium for, pal? Did I hear you right? There's not girls from 1926 working in a factory fighting against radium here, right? Is there a TRIAL starting soon?
[ * Shaking his head, he mimics taking some deep, glitchy breaths. It honestly sounds kinda painful. Regardless of how he feels, he smiles through it. The entire time, Spamton is looking around the studio, running around at almost inorganic speeds and glaring at everything. ]
Regardless of your admittedly CONCERNING introduction, is there any way I can help you folks out? I uh… I'm not exactly in the best shape… but Dr. Alphys was planning on getting me arms soon! Or at least one arm! (Honestly, I'll take anything here, folks! Movin' these wires feels WACKY, and NOT in a whimsical way!)
[ * At the mention of Tenna's shape, Spamton runs over, holding onto him with tender concern. His strange glares at everything around him dissapear as he holds onto Tenna. In response, Tenna chuckles. ]
He won't cause ya any trouble, I hope! He's really swell.
Tenna grins at the mildly obvious reference, switching the vial between his two hands. The production they were doing was mildly obvious at this point. Unless you were normal. Then it was less obvious. The poster guy still hasn't dropped off the posters and playbills and such...
"Oh, actually, you're CORRECT! This is our first production here, and I decided a play would be best to start us off!"
He stops flipping the vial, keeping it in his right hand. This was... mildly awkward. Here was a rather fucked up version of him, just... here! It was different seeing them on a camera. He's so much more real in person. The lack of arms is bringing him back... uh, no reason to dwell on that, actually!
"I assume you've heard of ☢️Radium Girls☢️, then?"
Tenna was... a lot louder in person. He often forgets he doesn't need to project outwards to an audience all the time. He then, however, realizes he's been calling the substance RADIUM and decides, hey, maybe he should clarify before anyone panics.
"OH WAIT! Don't worry about this little thing here! It's... not actually RADIUM. That'd be ABSURD! No, no it's just glow in the dark paint! Watch this!"
Tenna pops the cap off of the vial, and carefully lets out a drop of the paint onto his finger. He closes the cap, then presenting the very normal looking hand.
"See? Totally safe! Wouldn't want to put our actors in any ACTUAL danger!"
Hey, now that he's thinking about it...
"Hm. Actually, real radium might not have the same effect on me because i'm a robot..."
He turns to the uh- store in the back. Which looks like a bar, but has a sign that says 'CONCESSIONS' plastered on it with really bad looking nails. There's what looks like a very small purple dog there. His face looks like one of those sockets that looks like a D= face.
"Ramb- !"
"No"
"Okay! Moving on-"
He turns back to the two. This is a very normal interaction, trust.
[ * His tail starts wagging at the mention of it being the first production. He's been dying to see a performance in person, and possibly taking part in one – the first one here – is the cherry on top. ]
Oh, I've heard of it! Never seen it, though.. now don't get me twisted, I'd
to! Gee whiz, hope you don't mind me asking this, bud — can I take a playbill as a keepsake when the poster guy gets here?! I have to admit, I'm quite the collector when I find playbills back home!
[ * Staring at the vial, his weak smile turns into a much more excited and friendly one now that he knows it's not gonna cause any actual radiation poisoning. He still flinches when Tenna pours the paint onto himself, his screen flashing color bars as he impulsively reaches for Spamton. Spamton, however, takes the glow-in-the-dark paint right off of this alternate Tenna's finger. While neither Tenna nor Spamton are aware of whatever multiversal relationships they may or may not have, Spamton almost seems to flinch as he takes touches the other Tenna's hand to test the paint. After a long pause and staring at his own hand with a hint of uncomfortability not even he can place, he decides to speak up. ]
𝒟ℯ𝒶𝓇 𝒷ℴℴ𝒷 𝓉𝓊𝒷ℯ𝓈,
I'm a doll. This won't affect me anyway. I genuinely don't know what the hell I sought to accomplish with that, though I can say the same for both of you.
ℛℯℊ𝒶𝓇𝒹𝓈, 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓂𝓉ℴ𝓃 𝒢. 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓂𝓉ℴ𝓃
[ * Following Tenna's chuckle, Spamton climbs onto Tenna once more, crossing his arms and frantically looking around again. ]
Sorry, sorry! I promise he doesn't bite! … Guess we have no way to test it other than the dog boy!
[ * He smiles and waves at Ramb, acknowledging Ramb's refusal to touch the paint with a thumbs up and a loud greeting.]
GOOOOOOOOOD MORNING, AFTERNOON, OR EVENING, STUDIO!
Tenna was about to respond to the playbill question, but was snapped out of his train of thought when the alternate Spamton wiped the paint off of his finger. The brief contact brought him back. Porcelain. Just like his had been. It was expected- this was an alternate universe Spamton, so they'd be the same material... but it hit the same either way.
The playbill question. Get your mind away from the mailman and onto something you can handle.
"Oh- er- sure! I'm certain we ordered too many anyways- Castle Town is... a little smaller than the average town, haha!"
Tenna shifts uncomfortably, then deciding to switch topics.
"ANYWAYS! I need to get this vial to a crew member! I'm sure one of them will know where it goes! Also we are- "
He looks over at a clock on the wall, his antennae moving to lean slightly towards that direction. Upon failing to read the clock, he shifts his focus to Ramb. Ramb sighs before Tenna can get a word out.
"Ramb- "
"You have 15 minutes, boss."
Tenna turns back to the husbands.
"Okay! That should work. Hey, just follow me then! We can talk while I do things!"
Tenna starts uh. walking off. Okay! Just uh, follow him, I guess? Or not. Up to you!
[ * Seeing this other Tenna shift uncomfortably and stutter on his words initially, Tenna's tail stops wagging, and he begins to bounce his foot a little. His screen goes dark for a split second, thinking to himself, wondering to himself… ]
… did we do something wrong?
[ * After climbing off him, Spamton taps Tenna, who had been blissfully unaware he said that out loud until his husband's touch. Quickly shaking his head, trying to cover up the dark screen and silent muttering, he follows the other Tenna. Despite Tenna's broken state, he's able to keep pace with his counterpart, mostly due to his height. Spamton follows behind. Whatever just happened there for a second, whatever dread he felt making contact with the other Tenna – whatever mutual dread was felt, he couldn't shake it. A man like him never takes it slow. Just as quick as the contact had been, his "never" turned into now. Forcing a shaky smile, he called out to the other Tenna's. ]
𝒟ℯ𝒶𝓇 ℐ𝒹𝒾ℴ𝓉 ℬℴ𝓍ℯ𝓈,
Can't you respect a short guy's walking pace here? … Wait! I'm coming with you! WAIT FOR ME, I'm coming too!
𝒮𝒾𝓃𝒸ℯ𝓇ℯ𝓁𝓎, 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓂𝓉ℴ𝓃 𝒢. 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓂𝓉ℴ𝓃
[ * Tenna chuckled, stopping in his tracks and turning to face his husband. ]
Ha! You're getting in on the references too? You sly dog! golly I love you.
[ * As Spamton returns his gaze, Tenna frowns, cocking his head to the side with gentle concern. Just that alone signals to Spam that both of them know his current slow walking speed was forced. Quickly turning back to the other Tenna as Spamton averts his gaze, Tenna continues walking, albeit slower. Spamton can and will take this chance to speed up in front of them, but he waits. He waits to see how the other Tenna will react, trying to see if that'll ease the tension and his perceived lack of belonging here. He stays close to his husband, his fears and awkwardness subsiding just by proximity to his love. ]
He hadn't thought about it at first. He did sort of expect Spamton to end up walking behind the two- Spamton was smaller, therefore his strides were smaller. He'd always have his Spamton trailing behind him in the past- though, he walked intentionally slower more times than he'd like to admit. Walking behind Spamton just felt... right.
The reference. He paused, proccessing it. He'd had to think for a moment- that was one of the ones Queen had introduced to him via """"slime tutorial""". He wasn't the biggest fan of it, though the reference was striking enough to get a small chuckle out of him.
He slows down his pace.
It wasn't because Spamton had been trailing behind, this time. But... this just made him think. To the back of his brain where he hid the things he wanted to forget the most.
Spamton was close enough to where he could smell the painted details of the puppet's cheeks. Eyes lock onto each other, even if there were no visible eyes in Tenna's face. His antennae leaning down towards Spamton was enough.
"I love you, Doll."
"You too."
He couldn't remember the last time he'd heard someone other than him say that. He brings himself out of his mind, pulling back into reality like he was pinching a contact out of his eye. That reference... it was almost a normal sentence, but the practiced structure and the specific way the words formed together made it just that much more obvious it was a reference.
He spotted a suspiciously familiar door. Haha. He's got this.
"Haha! Oh that's- Tenna, don't look back now, we're almost where we need to be!"
Tenna opened a set of double doors. It was awfully dark. Of course, this was the left side of the stage, the wings were uh, always dark. There was a purple light on a desk and- oh, props. A box of vials similar to the one Tenna held stood out the most, seeing as they were glowing.
"Okay maybe that reference didn't work as well as yours did, haha! I really need to step up my game here..."
That laugh was just a smidge too practiced. Straight out of a TV show. He slips the vial back into it's box, then-
"MIKE, GET THE CAST TO PLACES IN 5, PLEASE!"
A singular 'thank you 5...' could be heard from the right side of wings. Wonderful. Tenna steps back out to the other two, shutting the door.
[ * Responding to the other Tenna's small chuckle with a weak smile, he sped up, going so fast that he ran into the door. Tenna grabbed him, pulling him back and holding him up with some concern. ]
Spammy! You oughtta slow down sometimes, you know! Are you hurt? Any scratches? I can't exactly see them the best—
[ * After staring at Tenna for about a minute, he wriggled around in his arms like a cat wanting to be put down. Taking this as code for "I'm fine, stop worrying about me," he cautiously put Spamton down. Chuckling at the other Tenna's reference - one that flew right over Spamton's head once again - he paused and attempted to mimic drumroll sounds as the door got opened. Once it did, he was starstruck, looking around and attempting to adjust his own antennae as if he'd just broke. He didn't really see much, given his poor eyesight and the whole left stage being dark, and he was still amazed. Having no arms, all that really accomplished is making his jacket sleeves flop. ]
Oh my
!!! I… Oh… oh gee whiz… this is so GROOVY! I… THANK YOU! Thank you for showing my husband and I your shows! Your first production! This is so… SO…
[ * While trying to gather his words, Tenna glances over at Spamton. Both acknowledged the practiced laugh. Whereas Spamton looks at Tenna with concern, Tenna jumps up and down. ]
I've been DYING to act more! Dying to WATCH more! A LIVE SHOW? Are you KIDDING?! This is like getting TV Time greenlit, but LIVE, and ONLY LIVE! Do we have any music? Where are the costumes? What about the props? Ooh, we need to check the script, too! I'm gonna EXPLODE at this rate, folks! Sorry, …not sorry, 🎶don't lose your head🎶, there, Tenna! (Get it?)
[ * He kinda cringed at his own attempt at a reference, letting out a glitchy sigh before going to take his place. Only as he's trying to find whatever his place is does he realize he may actually have fewer clue of what he's actually doing than he thought. ]
Are we uh… taking part in this, or are we directing? Or are we watching? Either way is going to be such a GROOVY experience! Jeez, I've been saying groovy quite a bit… WHAT OTHER WORD COULD DESCRIBE THIS? It's all so GROOVY! Take your time, though! This seems like a big ordeal… although big isn't necessarily bad, ya know! BIG productions! BIG acting! BIG EVERYTHING! (To a healthy degree, of course! Can't have anyone going CRAZY, ya know!)
[ * Unluckily for the other Tenna, this Tenna's also pretty scatterbrained. ]
Tenna beams at the two, equally excited that the two are so excited (or, at least Tenna is...). He begins walking in a different direction, sort of expecting the others to follow.
"Oh, YES! Okay, well, currently we're doing a tech run- I, as the director, need to watch from the back to make sure everything's good! Then we can talk more about the logistics- costumes, set, all that!"
Tenna barely looks back at the two to see if they're there. He is uh... indeed busy.
"Since i'm busy with that, you two for now, can watch with me! Get a first impression of the show and my vision for it before we continue discussion. Okay? Okay!"
Tenna was... a bit worried. This show was... very muted. It was based on real events according to Susie, so it was a real challenge. They had to keep things grounded, while not too deep into reality that it becomes boring. That balance was a struggle. Usually with him, it was all or nothing.
...unfortunately, this show couldn't exactly be... 'big'.
[ * As soon as Tenna starts walking away, Spamton speeds up in front of the two again, stopping and looking at the Tenna's with confusion. Neither of them question Tenna's lack of looking back. If anything, Tenna admires it. ]
OOH! Does that mean we're CO-DIRECTORS?
[ * As he begun to stomp his feet with anticipation, he realised that fact wasn't even confirmed yet, followed by an anxious chuckle. ]
Even if we're not, just witnessing this all… I wish we had something like this back home, ya know?
[ * Noting Tenna's worry, he shifts in his seat himself. Only now as he sat down and thought about it did he realize he never really tried anything this grounded in reality. With the state of his broken body, he never wanted to. And with the people he used to entertain… ]
Let me know how this is supposed to go, alright, pal? I've, ha... never done a production myself yet. Let alone one this, you know.. real.
[ * He smiles a little weakly as he turns to face the show. His counterpart said there's no looking back, after all. ]
[ * Tenna receives a… letter? Inside is a tape labelled 'For another me.' Watching the VHS results in a TV-headed figure turning to a small puppet-like guy with a mail hat, whispering some things before the puppet points at the camera. ]
OH MY DAYS! The recorder's working! Okay, okay, compose yourself, Tenna … IM SCARED— Right. Deep breaths.
Ahem. Hi! My husband Spammy recently told me about the… multiverse? (Whatever that means! I've only heard that stuff in the classic sci-fi programs I air!)
I wanted to record this to ask you in a VERY composed fashion:
[ * He pauses to take a deep breath. 'Composed' goes entirely out the window as he starts rambling, his voice glitching in a way that sounds painful, although he doesn't seem to mind as he passionately goes on about shows. ]
YOU OWN A THEATER?? I've always wanted to go to one! There's no theaters in the underground… or Broadway… SORRY! What's it like? How are musicals? How ✨🎶GROOVY 🎶✨ are they? Oh my stars, tell me all about it!
- @trashheapcares
A... VHS? Okay! Tenna will simply... send one in return!
"Oh 💫JOY💫! A fellow theater fan! I have SO much I want to say!!""
"Hm... if I could get you over to my theater, i'd LOVE to show you around! Maybe you could even watch a tech run of the show we're doing currently!"
"...I don't know if i'd want your... er- husband to come, but it's just a hypothetical!"
He sends this message as a VHS, the same way YOUR Tenna sent his.
[ * Receiving the VHS, Spamton jolts over to Tenna with the mail, humming a silly song as they sit down and watch it. Tenna's eyes continuously light up the more he hears, although he does turn to Spamton and wonder why the other him seemed so… hesitant. There were other Spamtons out there, but there's no way Spamton and Tenna could ever NOT like each other, right? ]
[ * … Right? ]
[ * Spamton sighed, setting up a response video for Tenna and him to film. ]
JEEPERS! I'd be DELIGHTED to come to your theater, pal! And watching a TECH RUN? It would be a 🌈💭DREAM💭🌈! SO LOVELY! UNSPEAKABLE amounts of GROOVY and FUN!
… If I can figure out this multiverse bizz, that is. I can't exactly leave like you can, aha… WACKY underground rules and such!
When Alphys comes by, maybe I can ask her about it! Spammy over here seems equally as knowledgeable about multiverse shenanigans, though! It's still so terrifying, admittedly.
Speaking of Spammy, I can… try and sort something out..!
[ * He fidgets with his tail as he says that. He doesn't wanna upset this alternate version of him, but he doesn't wanna upset Spamton either. He smiles through all his mixed emotions, putting the fact he's meeting a fellow theater fan in the forefront of his mind and giving a thumbs up. Spamton turns off the camera at his prompting, delivering Tenna's message via VHS once more. ]
Upon receiving another VHS, Tenna jumps a little!! He goes to record another video, though he hasn't planned what he was going to say as much as he did last time... he could do improv though! Yep!
"Hello you two!"
"I ah, admittedly don't know much about multiverse things... i've been having Mike figure out getting these tapes to you guys! Haha!"
"Though, if we can send each other these, surely there's a way for you to come here too!"
"I'm really looking forward to seeing you though, other me!!"
As Tenna goes to turn the camera off, for a few brief seconds, you'd see glimpses of his tail wagging behind him.
[ * Following an audible camera click, Tenna's own tail, although broken, is wagging at the response too. ]
Golly, I hope we can meet soon! You seem LOVELY, other me! (Not to sound full of myself! Or rather, ourself!)
[ * Turning to Spamton, Tenna finally asked the million dollar question. ]
Hey, how are we even getting these to him, honey?
𝒟ℯ𝒶𝓇 𝒞ℛ𝒯,
Hell if I know. I've just been using that weird ass door Undyne's friend keeps offhandedly mentioning.
𝒮𝒾𝓃𝒸ℯ𝓇ℯ𝓁𝓎, 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓂𝓉ℴ𝓃 𝒢. 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓂𝓉ℴ𝓃
[ * Holding on to Tenna's wires to help him get up, Spamton stares into the distance. After climbing onto him, Spamton points Tenna in the direction of the door. It looks fairly normal… except for the light coming out from the bottom, that is. It almost looked like… fire? As Tenna jankily inched towards the door, though, the fire didn't burn. Spamton turned the doorknob, leading into a dark, empty void. Holding hands, they stepped into the unknown, the darkness fading as they ended up in the other Tenna's Green Room.]
Apologies for my volume here, dear! I just… well gee whiz, I… yeah no WHAT THE—
[ * Tenna's voice box violently glitches before he can finish his sentence.]
When Spamton and Tenna walk in, Tenna is holding what appears to be a glass vial of some neon green... uh... liquid? It was thick. Maybe paint? Tenna was calling down a hallway, hand over his mouth to heighten his projection.
"MIKE, WHERE DO WE KEEP THE ☢️RADIUM☢️ AGAIN???"
...what. He, upon getting no response, puts his hand down and clears his throat. He turns to go the other direction when he sees the two who'd just arrived. He flickers. Blinking? His tail flicks back and forth as he walks right up to the two.
"Why, other ME! ...other Spamton! What wonderful timing!"
why was spamton here why was spamton here why was spamton here why was spamton here why was
"Uh, okay well maybe i'm in the middle of something... gotta figure out where the crew stores the radium. We need these for our tech run, haha!"
Okay so the neon green substance is uh... radium??? Amazing. Wonderful. He switches the hand that's holding the vial.
[ * The glow is faint due to Tenna's poor vision, but the mention of radium shocks the two of them nonetheless. Spamton backs away from the other Tenna, not wanting to mess with that vial. Although he's mildly concerned by the casual mention of a radioactive substance in the studio, Tenna, on the other hand, tries not think about it too much. Tripping over his own weight and broken body, he tries to run over and shake Tenna's hand. ]
Sorry, folks! Color me surprised, though! What might you need… um… radium for, pal? Did I hear you right? There's not girls from 1926 working in a factory fighting against radium here, right? Is there a TRIAL starting soon?
[ * Shaking his head, he mimics taking some deep, glitchy breaths. It honestly sounds kinda painful. Regardless of how he feels, he smiles through it. The entire time, Spamton is looking around the studio, running around at almost inorganic speeds and glaring at everything. ]
Regardless of your admittedly CONCERNING introduction, is there any way I can help you folks out? I uh… I'm not exactly in the best shape… but Dr. Alphys was planning on getting me arms soon! Or at least one arm! (Honestly, I'll take anything here, folks! Movin' these wires feels WACKY, and NOT in a whimsical way!)
[ * At the mention of Tenna's shape, Spamton runs over, holding onto him with tender concern. His strange glares at everything around him dissapear as he holds onto Tenna. In response, Tenna chuckles. ]
He won't cause ya any trouble, I hope! He's really swell.
Tenna grins at the mildly obvious reference, switching the vial between his two hands. The production they were doing was mildly obvious at this point. Unless you were normal. Then it was less obvious. The poster guy still hasn't dropped off the posters and playbills and such...
"Oh, actually, you're CORRECT! This is our first production here, and I decided a play would be best to start us off!"
He stops flipping the vial, keeping it in his right hand. This was... mildly awkward. Here was a rather fucked up version of him, just... here! It was different seeing them on a camera. He's so much more real in person. The lack of arms is bringing him back... uh, no reason to dwell on that, actually!
"I assume you've heard of ☢️Radium Girls☢️, then?"
Tenna was... a lot louder in person. He often forgets he doesn't need to project outwards to an audience all the time. He then, however, realizes he's been calling the substance RADIUM and decides, hey, maybe he should clarify before anyone panics.
"OH WAIT! Don't worry about this little thing here! It's... not actually RADIUM. That'd be ABSURD! No, no it's just glow in the dark paint! Watch this!"
Tenna pops the cap off of the vial, and carefully lets out a drop of the paint onto his finger. He closes the cap, then presenting the very normal looking hand.
"See? Totally safe! Wouldn't want to put our actors in any ACTUAL danger!"
Hey, now that he's thinking about it...
"Hm. Actually, real radium might not have the same effect on me because i'm a robot..."
He turns to the uh- store in the back. Which looks like a bar, but has a sign that says 'CONCESSIONS' plastered on it with really bad looking nails. There's what looks like a very small purple dog there. His face looks like one of those sockets that looks like a D= face.
"Ramb- !"
"No"
"Okay! Moving on-"
He turns back to the two. This is a very normal interaction, trust.
[ * His tail starts wagging at the mention of it being the first production. He's been dying to see a performance in person, and possibly taking part in one – the first one here – is the cherry on top. ]
Oh, I've heard of it! Never seen it, though.. now don't get me twisted, I'd
to! Gee whiz, hope you don't mind me asking this, bud — can I take a playbill as a keepsake when the poster guy gets here?! I have to admit, I'm quite the collector when I find playbills back home!
[ * Staring at the vial, his weak smile turns into a much more excited and friendly one now that he knows it's not gonna cause any actual radiation poisoning. He still flinches when Tenna pours the paint onto himself, his screen flashing color bars as he impulsively reaches for Spamton. Spamton, however, takes the glow-in-the-dark paint right off of this alternate Tenna's finger. While neither Tenna nor Spamton are aware of whatever multiversal relationships they may or may not have, Spamton almost seems to flinch as he takes touches the other Tenna's hand to test the paint. After a long pause and staring at his own hand with a hint of uncomfortability not even he can place, he decides to speak up. ]
𝒟ℯ𝒶𝓇 𝒷ℴℴ𝒷 𝓉𝓊𝒷ℯ𝓈,
I'm a doll. This won't affect me anyway. I genuinely don't know what the hell I sought to accomplish with that, though I can say the same for both of you.
ℛℯℊ𝒶𝓇𝒹𝓈, 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓂𝓉ℴ𝓃 𝒢. 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓂𝓉ℴ𝓃
[ * Following Tenna's chuckle, Spamton climbs onto Tenna once more, crossing his arms and frantically looking around again. ]
Sorry, sorry! I promise he doesn't bite! … Guess we have no way to test it other than the dog boy!
[ * He smiles and waves at Ramb, acknowledging Ramb's refusal to touch the paint with a thumbs up and a loud greeting.]
GOOOOOOOOOD MORNING, AFTERNOON, OR EVENING, STUDIO!
Tenna was about to respond to the playbill question, but was snapped out of his train of thought when the alternate Spamton wiped the paint off of his finger. The brief contact brought him back. Porcelain. Just like his had been. It was expected- this was an alternate universe Spamton, so they'd be the same material... but it hit the same either way.
The playbill question. Get your mind away from the mailman and onto something you can handle.
"Oh- er- sure! I'm certain we ordered too many anyways- Castle Town is... a little smaller than the average town, haha!"
Tenna shifts uncomfortably, then deciding to switch topics.
"ANYWAYS! I need to get this vial to a crew member! I'm sure one of them will know where it goes! Also we are- "
He looks over at a clock on the wall, his antennae moving to lean slightly towards that direction. Upon failing to read the clock, he shifts his focus to Ramb. Ramb sighs before Tenna can get a word out.
"Ramb- "
"You have 15 minutes, boss."
Tenna turns back to the husbands.
"Okay! That should work. Hey, just follow me then! We can talk while I do things!"
Tenna starts uh. walking off. Okay! Just uh, follow him, I guess? Or not. Up to you!
[ * Seeing this other Tenna shift uncomfortably and stutter on his words initially, Tenna's tail stops wagging, and he begins to bounce his foot a little. His screen goes dark for a split second, thinking to himself, wondering to himself… ]
… did we do something wrong?
[ * After climbing off him, Spamton taps Tenna, who had been blissfully unaware he said that out loud until his husband's touch. Quickly shaking his head, trying to cover up the dark screen and silent muttering, he follows the other Tenna. Despite Tenna's broken state, he's able to keep pace with his counterpart, mostly due to his height. Spamton follows behind. Whatever just happened there for a second, whatever dread he felt making contact with the other Tenna – whatever mutual dread was felt, he couldn't shake it. A man like him never takes it slow. Just as quick as the contact had been, his "never" turned into now. Forcing a shaky smile, he called out to the other Tenna's. ]
𝒟ℯ𝒶𝓇 ℐ𝒹𝒾ℴ𝓉 ℬℴ𝓍ℯ𝓈,
Can't you respect a short guy's walking pace here? … Wait! I'm coming with you! WAIT FOR ME, I'm coming too!
𝒮𝒾𝓃𝒸ℯ𝓇ℯ𝓁𝓎, 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓂𝓉ℴ𝓃 𝒢. 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓂𝓉ℴ𝓃
[ * Tenna chuckled, stopping in his tracks and turning to face his husband. ]
Ha! You're getting in on the references too? You sly dog! golly I love you.
[ * As Spamton returns his gaze, Tenna frowns, cocking his head to the side with gentle concern. Just that alone signals to Spam that both of them know his current slow walking speed was forced. Quickly turning back to the other Tenna as Spamton averts his gaze, Tenna continues walking, albeit slower. Spamton can and will take this chance to speed up in front of them, but he waits. He waits to see how the other Tenna will react, trying to see if that'll ease the tension and his perceived lack of belonging here. He stays close to his husband, his fears and awkwardness subsiding just by proximity to his love. ]
He hadn't thought about it at first. He did sort of expect Spamton to end up walking behind the two- Spamton was smaller, therefore his strides were smaller. He'd always have his Spamton trailing behind him in the past- though, he walked intentionally slower more times than he'd like to admit. Walking behind Spamton just felt... right.
The reference. He paused, proccessing it. He'd had to think for a moment- that was one of the ones Queen had introduced to him via """"slime tutorial""". He wasn't the biggest fan of it, though the reference was striking enough to get a small chuckle out of him.
He slows down his pace.
It wasn't because Spamton had been trailing behind, this time. But... this just made him think. To the back of his brain where he hid the things he wanted to forget the most.
Spamton was close enough to where he could smell the painted details of the puppet's cheeks. Eyes lock onto each other, even if there were no visible eyes in Tenna's face. His antennae leaning down towards Spamton was enough.
"I love you, Doll."
"You too."
He couldn't remember the last time he'd heard someone other than him say that. He brings himself out of his mind, pulling back into reality like he was pinching a contact out of his eye. That reference... it was almost a normal sentence, but the practiced structure and the specific way the words formed together made it just that much more obvious it was a reference.
He spotted a suspiciously familiar door. Haha. He's got this.
"Haha! Oh that's- Tenna, don't look back now, we're almost where we need to be!"
Tenna opened a set of double doors. It was awfully dark. Of course, this was the left side of the stage, the wings were uh, always dark. There was a purple light on a desk and- oh, props. A box of vials similar to the one Tenna held stood out the most, seeing as they were glowing.
"Okay maybe that reference didn't work as well as yours did, haha! I really need to step up my game here..."
That laugh was just a smidge too practiced. Straight out of a TV show. He slips the vial back into it's box, then-
"MIKE, GET THE CAST TO PLACES IN 5, PLEASE!"
A singular 'thank you 5...' could be heard from the right side of wings. Wonderful. Tenna steps back out to the other two, shutting the door.
[ * Responding to the other Tenna's small chuckle with a weak smile, he sped up, going so fast that he ran into the door. Tenna grabbed him, pulling him back and holding him up with some concern. ]
Spammy! You oughtta slow down sometimes, you know! Are you hurt? Any scratches? I can't exactly see them the best—
[ * After staring at Tenna for about a minute, he wriggled around in his arms like a cat wanting to be put down. Taking this as code for "I'm fine, stop worrying about me," he cautiously put Spamton down. Chuckling at the other Tenna's reference - one that flew right over Spamton's head once again - he paused and attempted to mimic drumroll sounds as the door got opened. Once it did, he was starstruck, looking around and attempting to adjust his own antennae as if he'd just broke. He didn't really see much, given his poor eyesight and the whole left stage being dark, and he was still amazed. Having no arms, all that really accomplished is making his jacket sleeves flop. ]
Oh my
!!! I… Oh… oh gee whiz… this is so GROOVY! I… THANK YOU! Thank you for showing my husband and I your shows! Your first production! This is so… SO…
[ * While trying to gather his words, Tenna glances over at Spamton. Both acknowledged the practiced laugh. Whereas Spamton looks at Tenna with concern, Tenna jumps up and down. ]
I've been DYING to act more! Dying to WATCH more! A LIVE SHOW? Are you KIDDING?! This is like getting TV Time greenlit, but LIVE, and ONLY LIVE! Do we have any music? Where are the costumes? What about the props? Ooh, we need to check the script, too! I'm gonna EXPLODE at this rate, folks! Sorry, …not sorry, 🎶don't lose your head🎶, there, Tenna! (Get it?)
[ * He kinda cringed at his own attempt at a reference, letting out a glitchy sigh before going to take his place. Only as he's trying to find whatever his place is does he realize he may actually have fewer clue of what he's actually doing than he thought. ]
Are we uh… taking part in this, or are we directing? Or are we watching? Either way is going to be such a GROOVY experience! Jeez, I've been saying groovy quite a bit… WHAT OTHER WORD COULD DESCRIBE THIS? It's all so GROOVY! Take your time, though! This seems like a big ordeal… although big isn't necessarily bad, ya know! BIG productions! BIG acting! BIG EVERYTHING! (To a healthy degree, of course! Can't have anyone going CRAZY, ya know!)
[ * Unluckily for the other Tenna, this Tenna's also pretty scatterbrained. ]
[ * Tenna receives a… letter? Inside is a tape labelled 'For another me.' Watching the VHS results in a TV-headed figure turning to a small puppet-like guy with a mail hat, whispering some things before the puppet points at the camera. ]
OH MY DAYS! The recorder's working! Okay, okay, compose yourself, Tenna … IM SCARED— Right. Deep breaths.
Ahem. Hi! My husband Spammy recently told me about the… multiverse? (Whatever that means! I've only heard that stuff in the classic sci-fi programs I air!)
I wanted to record this to ask you in a VERY composed fashion:
[ * He pauses to take a deep breath. 'Composed' goes entirely out the window as he starts rambling, his voice glitching in a way that sounds painful, although he doesn't seem to mind as he passionately goes on about shows. ]
YOU OWN A THEATER?? I've always wanted to go to one! There's no theaters in the underground… or Broadway… SORRY! What's it like? How are musicals? How ✨🎶GROOVY 🎶✨ are they? Oh my stars, tell me all about it!
- @trashheapcares
A... VHS? Okay! Tenna will simply... send one in return!
"Oh 💫JOY💫! A fellow theater fan! I have SO much I want to say!!""
"Hm... if I could get you over to my theater, i'd LOVE to show you around! Maybe you could even watch a tech run of the show we're doing currently!"
"...I don't know if i'd want your... er- husband to come, but it's just a hypothetical!"
He sends this message as a VHS, the same way YOUR Tenna sent his.
[ * Receiving the VHS, Spamton jolts over to Tenna with the mail, humming a silly song as they sit down and watch it. Tenna's eyes continuously light up the more he hears, although he does turn to Spamton and wonder why the other him seemed so… hesitant. There were other Spamtons out there, but there's no way Spamton and Tenna could ever NOT like each other, right? ]
[ * … Right? ]
[ * Spamton sighed, setting up a response video for Tenna and him to film. ]
JEEPERS! I'd be DELIGHTED to come to your theater, pal! And watching a TECH RUN? It would be a 🌈💭DREAM💭🌈! SO LOVELY! UNSPEAKABLE amounts of GROOVY and FUN!
… If I can figure out this multiverse bizz, that is. I can't exactly leave like you can, aha… WACKY underground rules and such!
When Alphys comes by, maybe I can ask her about it! Spammy over here seems equally as knowledgeable about multiverse shenanigans, though! It's still so terrifying, admittedly.
Speaking of Spammy, I can… try and sort something out..!
[ * He fidgets with his tail as he says that. He doesn't wanna upset this alternate version of him, but he doesn't wanna upset Spamton either. He smiles through all his mixed emotions, putting the fact he's meeting a fellow theater fan in the forefront of his mind and giving a thumbs up. Spamton turns off the camera at his prompting, delivering Tenna's message via VHS once more. ]
Upon receiving another VHS, Tenna jumps a little!! He goes to record another video, though he hasn't planned what he was going to say as much as he did last time... he could do improv though! Yep!
"Hello you two!"
"I ah, admittedly don't know much about multiverse things... i've been having Mike figure out getting these tapes to you guys! Haha!"
"Though, if we can send each other these, surely there's a way for you to come here too!"
"I'm really looking forward to seeing you though, other me!!"
As Tenna goes to turn the camera off, for a few brief seconds, you'd see glimpses of his tail wagging behind him.
[ * Following an audible camera click, Tenna's own tail, although broken, is wagging at the response too. ]
Golly, I hope we can meet soon! You seem LOVELY, other me! (Not to sound full of myself! Or rather, ourself!)
[ * Turning to Spamton, Tenna finally asked the million dollar question. ]
Hey, how are we even getting these to him, honey?
𝒟ℯ𝒶𝓇 𝒞ℛ𝒯,
Hell if I know. I've just been using that weird ass door Undyne's friend keeps offhandedly mentioning.
𝒮𝒾𝓃𝒸ℯ𝓇ℯ𝓁𝓎, 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓂𝓉ℴ𝓃 𝒢. 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓂𝓉ℴ𝓃
[ * Holding on to Tenna's wires to help him get up, Spamton stares into the distance. After climbing onto him, Spamton points Tenna in the direction of the door. It looks fairly normal… except for the light coming out from the bottom, that is. It almost looked like… fire? As Tenna jankily inched towards the door, though, the fire didn't burn. Spamton turned the doorknob, leading into a dark, empty void. Holding hands, they stepped into the unknown, the darkness fading as they ended up in the other Tenna's Green Room.]
Apologies for my volume here, dear! I just… well gee whiz, I… yeah no WHAT THE—
[ * Tenna's voice box violently glitches before he can finish his sentence.]
When Spamton and Tenna walk in, Tenna is holding what appears to be a glass vial of some neon green... uh... liquid? It was thick. Maybe paint? Tenna was calling down a hallway, hand over his mouth to heighten his projection.
"MIKE, WHERE DO WE KEEP THE ☢️RADIUM☢️ AGAIN???"
...what. He, upon getting no response, puts his hand down and clears his throat. He turns to go the other direction when he sees the two who'd just arrived. He flickers. Blinking? His tail flicks back and forth as he walks right up to the two.
"Why, other ME! ...other Spamton! What wonderful timing!"
why was spamton here why was spamton here why was spamton here why was spamton here why was
"Uh, okay well maybe i'm in the middle of something... gotta figure out where the crew stores the radium. We need these for our tech run, haha!"
Okay so the neon green substance is uh... radium??? Amazing. Wonderful. He switches the hand that's holding the vial.
[ * The glow is faint due to Tenna's poor vision, but the mention of radium shocks the two of them nonetheless. Spamton backs away from the other Tenna, not wanting to mess with that vial. Although he's mildly concerned by the casual mention of a radioactive substance in the studio, Tenna, on the other hand, tries not think about it too much. Tripping over his own weight and broken body, he tries to run over and shake Tenna's hand. ]
Sorry, folks! Color me surprised, though! What might you need… um… radium for, pal? Did I hear you right? There's not girls from 1926 working in a factory fighting against radium here, right? Is there a TRIAL starting soon?
[ * Shaking his head, he mimics taking some deep, glitchy breaths. It honestly sounds kinda painful. Regardless of how he feels, he smiles through it. The entire time, Spamton is looking around the studio, running around at almost inorganic speeds and glaring at everything. ]
Regardless of your admittedly CONCERNING introduction, is there any way I can help you folks out? I uh… I'm not exactly in the best shape… but Dr. Alphys was planning on getting me arms soon! Or at least one arm! (Honestly, I'll take anything here, folks! Movin' these wires feels WACKY, and NOT in a whimsical way!)
[ * At the mention of Tenna's shape, Spamton runs over, holding onto him with tender concern. His strange glares at everything around him dissapear as he holds onto Tenna. In response, Tenna chuckles. ]
He won't cause ya any trouble, I hope! He's really swell.
Tenna grins at the mildly obvious reference, switching the vial between his two hands. The production they were doing was mildly obvious at this point. Unless you were normal. Then it was less obvious. The poster guy still hasn't dropped off the posters and playbills and such...
"Oh, actually, you're CORRECT! This is our first production here, and I decided a play would be best to start us off!"
He stops flipping the vial, keeping it in his right hand. This was... mildly awkward. Here was a rather fucked up version of him, just... here! It was different seeing them on a camera. He's so much more real in person. The lack of arms is bringing him back... uh, no reason to dwell on that, actually!
"I assume you've heard of ☢️Radium Girls☢️, then?"
Tenna was... a lot louder in person. He often forgets he doesn't need to project outwards to an audience all the time. He then, however, realizes he's been calling the substance RADIUM and decides, hey, maybe he should clarify before anyone panics.
"OH WAIT! Don't worry about this little thing here! It's... not actually RADIUM. That'd be ABSURD! No, no it's just glow in the dark paint! Watch this!"
Tenna pops the cap off of the vial, and carefully lets out a drop of the paint onto his finger. He closes the cap, then presenting the very normal looking hand.
"See? Totally safe! Wouldn't want to put our actors in any ACTUAL danger!"
Hey, now that he's thinking about it...
"Hm. Actually, real radium might not have the same effect on me because i'm a robot..."
He turns to the uh- store in the back. Which looks like a bar, but has a sign that says 'CONCESSIONS' plastered on it with really bad looking nails. There's what looks like a very small purple dog there. His face looks like one of those sockets that looks like a D= face.
"Ramb- !"
"No"
"Okay! Moving on-"
He turns back to the two. This is a very normal interaction, trust.
[ * His tail starts wagging at the mention of it being the first production. He's been dying to see a performance in person, and possibly taking part in one – the first one here – is the cherry on top. ]
Oh, I've heard of it! Never seen it, though.. now don't get me twisted, I'd
to! Gee whiz, hope you don't mind me asking this, bud — can I take a playbill as a keepsake when the poster guy gets here?! I have to admit, I'm quite the collector when I find playbills back home!
[ * Staring at the vial, his weak smile turns into a much more excited and friendly one now that he knows it's not gonna cause any actual radiation poisoning. He still flinches when Tenna pours the paint onto himself, his screen flashing color bars as he impulsively reaches for Spamton. Spamton, however, takes the glow-in-the-dark paint right off of this alternate Tenna's finger. While neither Tenna nor Spamton are aware of whatever multiversal relationships they may or may not have, Spamton almost seems to flinch as he takes touches the other Tenna's hand to test the paint. After a long pause and staring at his own hand with a hint of uncomfortability not even he can place, he decides to speak up. ]
𝒟ℯ𝒶𝓇 𝒷ℴℴ𝒷 𝓉𝓊𝒷ℯ𝓈,
I'm a doll. This won't affect me anyway. I genuinely don't know what the hell I sought to accomplish with that, though I can say the same for both of you.
ℛℯℊ𝒶𝓇𝒹𝓈, 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓂𝓉ℴ𝓃 𝒢. 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓂𝓉ℴ𝓃
[ * Following Tenna's chuckle, Spamton climbs onto Tenna once more, crossing his arms and frantically looking around again. ]
Sorry, sorry! I promise he doesn't bite! … Guess we have no way to test it other than the dog boy!
[ * He smiles and waves at Ramb, acknowledging Ramb's refusal to touch the paint with a thumbs up and a loud greeting.]
GOOOOOOOOOD MORNING, AFTERNOON, OR EVENING, STUDIO!
Tenna was about to respond to the playbill question, but was snapped out of his train of thought when the alternate Spamton wiped the paint off of his finger. The brief contact brought him back. Porcelain. Just like his had been. It was expected- this was an alternate universe Spamton, so they'd be the same material... but it hit the same either way.
The playbill question. Get your mind away from the mailman and onto something you can handle.
"Oh- er- sure! I'm certain we ordered too many anyways- Castle Town is... a little smaller than the average town, haha!"
Tenna shifts uncomfortably, then deciding to switch topics.
"ANYWAYS! I need to get this vial to a crew member! I'm sure one of them will know where it goes! Also we are- "
He looks over at a clock on the wall, his antennae moving to lean slightly towards that direction. Upon failing to read the clock, he shifts his focus to Ramb. Ramb sighs before Tenna can get a word out.
"Ramb- "
"You have 15 minutes, boss."
Tenna turns back to the husbands.
"Okay! That should work. Hey, just follow me then! We can talk while I do things!"
Tenna starts uh. walking off. Okay! Just uh, follow him, I guess? Or not. Up to you!
[ * Seeing this other Tenna shift uncomfortably and stutter on his words initially, Tenna's tail stops wagging, and he begins to bounce his foot a little. His screen goes dark for a split second, thinking to himself, wondering to himself… ]
… did we do something wrong?
[ * After climbing off him, Spamton taps Tenna, who had been blissfully unaware he said that out loud until his husband's touch. Quickly shaking his head, trying to cover up the dark screen and silent muttering, he follows the other Tenna. Despite Tenna's broken state, he's able to keep pace with his counterpart, mostly due to his height. Spamton follows behind. Whatever just happened there for a second, whatever dread he felt making contact with the other Tenna – whatever mutual dread was felt, he couldn't shake it. A man like him never takes it slow. Just as quick as the contact had been, his "never" turned into now. Forcing a shaky smile, he called out to the other Tenna's. ]
𝒟ℯ𝒶𝓇 ℐ𝒹𝒾ℴ𝓉 ℬℴ𝓍ℯ𝓈,
Can't you respect a short guy's walking pace here? … Wait! I'm coming with you! WAIT FOR ME, I'm coming too!
𝒮𝒾𝓃𝒸ℯ𝓇ℯ𝓁𝓎, 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓂𝓉ℴ𝓃 𝒢. 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓂𝓉ℴ𝓃
[ * Tenna chuckled, stopping in his tracks and turning to face his husband. ]
Ha! You're getting in on the references too? You sly dog! golly I love you.
[ * As Spamton returns his gaze, Tenna frowns, cocking his head to the side with gentle concern. Just that alone signals to Spam that both of them know his current slow walking speed was forced. Quickly turning back to the other Tenna as Spamton averts his gaze, Tenna continues walking, albeit slower. Spamton can and will take this chance to speed up in front of them, but he waits. He waits to see how the other Tenna will react, trying to see if that'll ease the tension and his perceived lack of belonging here. He stays close to his husband, his fears and awkwardness subsiding just by proximity to his love. ]
[ * Tenna receives a… letter? Inside is a tape labelled 'For another me.' Watching the VHS results in a TV-headed figure turning to a small puppet-like guy with a mail hat, whispering some things before the puppet points at the camera. ]
OH MY DAYS! The recorder's working! Okay, okay, compose yourself, Tenna … IM SCARED— Right. Deep breaths.
Ahem. Hi! My husband Spammy recently told me about the… multiverse? (Whatever that means! I've only heard that stuff in the classic sci-fi programs I air!)
I wanted to record this to ask you in a VERY composed fashion:
[ * He pauses to take a deep breath. 'Composed' goes entirely out the window as he starts rambling, his voice glitching in a way that sounds painful, although he doesn't seem to mind as he passionately goes on about shows. ]
YOU OWN A THEATER?? I've always wanted to go to one! There's no theaters in the underground… or Broadway… SORRY! What's it like? How are musicals? How ✨🎶GROOVY 🎶✨ are they? Oh my stars, tell me all about it!
- @trashheapcares
A... VHS? Okay! Tenna will simply... send one in return!
"Oh 💫JOY💫! A fellow theater fan! I have SO much I want to say!!""
"Hm... if I could get you over to my theater, i'd LOVE to show you around! Maybe you could even watch a tech run of the show we're doing currently!"
"...I don't know if i'd want your... er- husband to come, but it's just a hypothetical!"
He sends this message as a VHS, the same way YOUR Tenna sent his.
[ * Receiving the VHS, Spamton jolts over to Tenna with the mail, humming a silly song as they sit down and watch it. Tenna's eyes continuously light up the more he hears, although he does turn to Spamton and wonder why the other him seemed so… hesitant. There were other Spamtons out there, but there's no way Spamton and Tenna could ever NOT like each other, right? ]
[ * … Right? ]
[ * Spamton sighed, setting up a response video for Tenna and him to film. ]
JEEPERS! I'd be DELIGHTED to come to your theater, pal! And watching a TECH RUN? It would be a 🌈💭DREAM💭🌈! SO LOVELY! UNSPEAKABLE amounts of GROOVY and FUN!
… If I can figure out this multiverse bizz, that is. I can't exactly leave like you can, aha… WACKY underground rules and such!
When Alphys comes by, maybe I can ask her about it! Spammy over here seems equally as knowledgeable about multiverse shenanigans, though! It's still so terrifying, admittedly.
Speaking of Spammy, I can… try and sort something out..!
[ * He fidgets with his tail as he says that. He doesn't wanna upset this alternate version of him, but he doesn't wanna upset Spamton either. He smiles through all his mixed emotions, putting the fact he's meeting a fellow theater fan in the forefront of his mind and giving a thumbs up. Spamton turns off the camera at his prompting, delivering Tenna's message via VHS once more. ]
Upon receiving another VHS, Tenna jumps a little!! He goes to record another video, though he hasn't planned what he was going to say as much as he did last time... he could do improv though! Yep!
"Hello you two!"
"I ah, admittedly don't know much about multiverse things... i've been having Mike figure out getting these tapes to you guys! Haha!"
"Though, if we can send each other these, surely there's a way for you to come here too!"
"I'm really looking forward to seeing you though, other me!!"
As Tenna goes to turn the camera off, for a few brief seconds, you'd see glimpses of his tail wagging behind him.
[ * Following an audible camera click, Tenna's own tail, although broken, is wagging at the response too. ]
Golly, I hope we can meet soon! You seem LOVELY, other me! (Not to sound full of myself! Or rather, ourself!)
[ * Turning to Spamton, Tenna finally asked the million dollar question. ]
Hey, how are we even getting these to him, honey?
𝒟ℯ𝒶𝓇 𝒞ℛ𝒯,
Hell if I know. I've just been using that weird ass door Undyne's friend keeps offhandedly mentioning.
𝒮𝒾𝓃𝒸ℯ𝓇ℯ𝓁𝓎, 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓂𝓉ℴ𝓃 𝒢. 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓂𝓉ℴ𝓃
[ * Holding on to Tenna's wires to help him get up, Spamton stares into the distance. After climbing onto him, Spamton points Tenna in the direction of the door. It looks fairly normal… except for the light coming out from the bottom, that is. It almost looked like… fire? As Tenna jankily inched towards the door, though, the fire didn't burn. Spamton turned the doorknob, leading into a dark, empty void. Holding hands, they stepped into the unknown, the darkness fading as they ended up in the other Tenna's Green Room.]
Apologies for my volume here, dear! I just… well gee whiz, I… yeah no WHAT THE—
[ * Tenna's voice box violently glitches before he can finish his sentence.]
When Spamton and Tenna walk in, Tenna is holding what appears to be a glass vial of some neon green... uh... liquid? It was thick. Maybe paint? Tenna was calling down a hallway, hand over his mouth to heighten his projection.
"MIKE, WHERE DO WE KEEP THE ☢️RADIUM☢️ AGAIN???"
...what. He, upon getting no response, puts his hand down and clears his throat. He turns to go the other direction when he sees the two who'd just arrived. He flickers. Blinking? His tail flicks back and forth as he walks right up to the two.
"Why, other ME! ...other Spamton! What wonderful timing!"
why was spamton here why was spamton here why was spamton here why was spamton here why was
"Uh, okay well maybe i'm in the middle of something... gotta figure out where the crew stores the radium. We need these for our tech run, haha!"
Okay so the neon green substance is uh... radium??? Amazing. Wonderful. He switches the hand that's holding the vial.
[ * The glow is faint due to Tenna's poor vision, but the mention of radium shocks the two of them nonetheless. Spamton backs away from the other Tenna, not wanting to mess with that vial. Although he's mildly concerned by the casual mention of a radioactive substance in the studio, Tenna, on the other hand, tries not think about it too much. Tripping over his own weight and broken body, he tries to run over and shake Tenna's hand. ]
Sorry, folks! Color me surprised, though! What might you need… um… radium for, pal? Did I hear you right? There's not girls from 1926 working in a factory fighting against radium here, right? Is there a TRIAL starting soon?
[ * Shaking his head, he mimics taking some deep, glitchy breaths. It honestly sounds kinda painful. Regardless of how he feels, he smiles through it. The entire time, Spamton is looking around the studio, running around at almost inorganic speeds and glaring at everything. ]
Regardless of your admittedly CONCERNING introduction, is there any way I can help you folks out? I uh… I'm not exactly in the best shape… but Dr. Alphys was planning on getting me arms soon! Or at least one arm! (Honestly, I'll take anything here, folks! Movin' these wires feels WACKY, and NOT in a whimsical way!)
[ * At the mention of Tenna's shape, Spamton runs over, holding onto him with tender concern. His strange glares at everything around him dissapear as he holds onto Tenna. In response, Tenna chuckles. ]
He won't cause ya any trouble, I hope! He's really swell.
Tenna grins at the mildly obvious reference, switching the vial between his two hands. The production they were doing was mildly obvious at this point. Unless you were normal. Then it was less obvious. The poster guy still hasn't dropped off the posters and playbills and such...
"Oh, actually, you're CORRECT! This is our first production here, and I decided a play would be best to start us off!"
He stops flipping the vial, keeping it in his right hand. This was... mildly awkward. Here was a rather fucked up version of him, just... here! It was different seeing them on a camera. He's so much more real in person. The lack of arms is bringing him back... uh, no reason to dwell on that, actually!
"I assume you've heard of ☢️Radium Girls☢️, then?"
Tenna was... a lot louder in person. He often forgets he doesn't need to project outwards to an audience all the time. He then, however, realizes he's been calling the substance RADIUM and decides, hey, maybe he should clarify before anyone panics.
"OH WAIT! Don't worry about this little thing here! It's... not actually RADIUM. That'd be ABSURD! No, no it's just glow in the dark paint! Watch this!"
Tenna pops the cap off of the vial, and carefully lets out a drop of the paint onto his finger. He closes the cap, then presenting the very normal looking hand.
"See? Totally safe! Wouldn't want to put our actors in any ACTUAL danger!"
Hey, now that he's thinking about it...
"Hm. Actually, real radium might not have the same effect on me because i'm a robot..."
He turns to the uh- store in the back. Which looks like a bar, but has a sign that says 'CONCESSIONS' plastered on it with really bad looking nails. There's what looks like a very small purple dog there. His face looks like one of those sockets that looks like a D= face.
"Ramb- !"
"No"
"Okay! Moving on-"
He turns back to the two. This is a very normal interaction, trust.
[ * His tail starts wagging at the mention of it being the first production. He's been dying to see a performance in person, and possibly taking part in one – the first one here – is the cherry on top. ]
Oh, I've heard of it! Never seen it, though.. now don't get me twisted, I'd
to! Gee whiz, hope you don't mind me asking this, bud — can I take a playbill as a keepsake when the poster guy gets here?! I have to admit, I'm quite the collector when I find playbills back home!
[ * Staring at the vial, his weak smile turns into a much more excited and friendly one now that he knows it's not gonna cause any actual radiation poisoning. He still flinches when Tenna pours the paint onto himself, his screen flashing color bars as he impulsively reaches for Spamton. Spamton, however, takes the glow-in-the-dark paint right off of this alternate Tenna's finger. While neither Tenna nor Spamton are aware of whatever multiversal relationships they may or may not have, Spamton almost seems to flinch as he takes touches the other Tenna's hand to test the paint. After a long pause and staring at his own hand with a hint of uncomfortability not even he can place, he decides to speak up. ]
𝒟ℯ𝒶𝓇 𝒷ℴℴ𝒷 𝓉𝓊𝒷ℯ𝓈,
I'm a doll. This won't affect me anyway. I genuinely don't know what the hell I sought to accomplish with that, though I can say the same for both of you.
ℛℯℊ𝒶𝓇𝒹𝓈, 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓂𝓉ℴ𝓃 𝒢. 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓂𝓉ℴ𝓃
[ * Following Tenna's chuckle, Spamton climbs onto Tenna once more, crossing his arms and frantically looking around again. ]
Sorry, sorry! I promise he doesn't bite! … Guess we have no way to test it other than the dog boy!
[ * He smiles and waves at Ramb, acknowledging Ramb's refusal to touch the paint with a thumbs up and a loud greeting.]
GOOOOOOOOOD MORNING, AFTERNOON, OR EVENING, STUDIO!
[ * Tenna receives a… letter? Inside is a tape labelled 'For another me.' Watching the VHS results in a TV-headed figure turning to a small puppet-like guy with a mail hat, whispering some things before the puppet points at the camera. ]
OH MY DAYS! The recorder's working! Okay, okay, compose yourself, Tenna … IM SCARED— Right. Deep breaths.
Ahem. Hi! My husband Spammy recently told me about the… multiverse? (Whatever that means! I've only heard that stuff in the classic sci-fi programs I air!)
I wanted to record this to ask you in a VERY composed fashion:
[ * He pauses to take a deep breath. 'Composed' goes entirely out the window as he starts rambling, his voice glitching in a way that sounds painful, although he doesn't seem to mind as he passionately goes on about shows. ]
YOU OWN A THEATER?? I've always wanted to go to one! There's no theaters in the underground… or Broadway… SORRY! What's it like? How are musicals? How ✨🎶GROOVY 🎶✨ are they? Oh my stars, tell me all about it!
- @trashheapcares
A... VHS? Okay! Tenna will simply... send one in return!
"Oh 💫JOY💫! A fellow theater fan! I have SO much I want to say!!""
"Hm... if I could get you over to my theater, i'd LOVE to show you around! Maybe you could even watch a tech run of the show we're doing currently!"
"...I don't know if i'd want your... er- husband to come, but it's just a hypothetical!"
He sends this message as a VHS, the same way YOUR Tenna sent his.
[ * Receiving the VHS, Spamton jolts over to Tenna with the mail, humming a silly song as they sit down and watch it. Tenna's eyes continuously light up the more he hears, although he does turn to Spamton and wonder why the other him seemed so… hesitant. There were other Spamtons out there, but there's no way Spamton and Tenna could ever NOT like each other, right? ]
[ * … Right? ]
[ * Spamton sighed, setting up a response video for Tenna and him to film. ]
JEEPERS! I'd be DELIGHTED to come to your theater, pal! And watching a TECH RUN? It would be a 🌈💭DREAM💭🌈! SO LOVELY! UNSPEAKABLE amounts of GROOVY and FUN!
… If I can figure out this multiverse bizz, that is. I can't exactly leave like you can, aha… WACKY underground rules and such!
When Alphys comes by, maybe I can ask her about it! Spammy over here seems equally as knowledgeable about multiverse shenanigans, though! It's still so terrifying, admittedly.
Speaking of Spammy, I can… try and sort something out..!
[ * He fidgets with his tail as he says that. He doesn't wanna upset this alternate version of him, but he doesn't wanna upset Spamton either. He smiles through all his mixed emotions, putting the fact he's meeting a fellow theater fan in the forefront of his mind and giving a thumbs up. Spamton turns off the camera at his prompting, delivering Tenna's message via VHS once more. ]
Upon receiving another VHS, Tenna jumps a little!! He goes to record another video, though he hasn't planned what he was going to say as much as he did last time... he could do improv though! Yep!
"Hello you two!"
"I ah, admittedly don't know much about multiverse things... i've been having Mike figure out getting these tapes to you guys! Haha!"
"Though, if we can send each other these, surely there's a way for you to come here too!"
"I'm really looking forward to seeing you though, other me!!"
As Tenna goes to turn the camera off, for a few brief seconds, you'd see glimpses of his tail wagging behind him.
[ * Following an audible camera click, Tenna's own tail, although broken, is wagging at the response too. ]
Golly, I hope we can meet soon! You seem LOVELY, other me! (Not to sound full of myself! Or rather, ourself!)
[ * Turning to Spamton, Tenna finally asked the million dollar question. ]
Hey, how are we even getting these to him, honey?
𝒟ℯ𝒶𝓇 𝒞ℛ𝒯,
Hell if I know. I've just been using that weird ass door Undyne's friend keeps offhandedly mentioning.
𝒮𝒾𝓃𝒸ℯ𝓇ℯ𝓁𝓎, 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓂𝓉ℴ𝓃 𝒢. 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓂𝓉ℴ𝓃
[ * Holding on to Tenna's wires to help him get up, Spamton stares into the distance. After climbing onto him, Spamton points Tenna in the direction of the door. It looks fairly normal… except for the light coming out from the bottom, that is. It almost looked like… fire? As Tenna jankily inched towards the door, though, the fire didn't burn. Spamton turned the doorknob, leading into a dark, empty void. Holding hands, they stepped into the unknown, the darkness fading as they ended up in the other Tenna's Green Room.]
Apologies for my volume here, dear! I just… well gee whiz, I… yeah no WHAT THE—
[ * Tenna's voice box violently glitches before he can finish his sentence.]
When Spamton and Tenna walk in, Tenna is holding what appears to be a glass vial of some neon green... uh... liquid? It was thick. Maybe paint? Tenna was calling down a hallway, hand over his mouth to heighten his projection.
"MIKE, WHERE DO WE KEEP THE ☢️RADIUM☢️ AGAIN???"
...what. He, upon getting no response, puts his hand down and clears his throat. He turns to go the other direction when he sees the two who'd just arrived. He flickers. Blinking? His tail flicks back and forth as he walks right up to the two.
"Why, other ME! ...other Spamton! What wonderful timing!"
why was spamton here why was spamton here why was spamton here why was spamton here why was
"Uh, okay well maybe i'm in the middle of something... gotta figure out where the crew stores the radium. We need these for our tech run, haha!"
Okay so the neon green substance is uh... radium??? Amazing. Wonderful. He switches the hand that's holding the vial.
[ * The glow is faint due to Tenna's poor vision, but the mention of radium shocks the two of them nonetheless. Spamton backs away from the other Tenna, not wanting to mess with that vial. Although he's mildly concerned by the casual mention of a radioactive substance in the studio, Tenna, on the other hand, tries not think about it too much. Tripping over his own weight and broken body, he tries to run over and shake Tenna's hand. ]
Sorry, folks! Color me surprised, though! What might you need… um… radium for, pal? Did I hear you right? There's not girls from 1926 working in a factory fighting against radium here, right? Is there a TRIAL starting soon?
[ * Shaking his head, he mimics taking some deep, glitchy breaths. It honestly sounds kinda painful. Regardless of how he feels, he smiles through it. The entire time, Spamton is looking around the studio, running around at almost inorganic speeds and glaring at everything. ]
Regardless of your admittedly CONCERNING introduction, is there any way I can help you folks out? I uh… I'm not exactly in the best shape… but Dr. Alphys was planning on getting me arms soon! Or at least one arm! (Honestly, I'll take anything here, folks! Movin' these wires feels WACKY, and NOT in a whimsical way!)
[ * At the mention of Tenna's shape, Spamton runs over, holding onto him with tender concern. His strange glares at everything around him dissapear as he holds onto Tenna. In response, Tenna chuckles. ]
He won't cause ya any trouble, I hope! He's really swell.
[ * Tenna receives a… letter? Inside is a tape labelled 'For another me.' Watching the VHS results in a TV-headed figure turning to a small puppet-like guy with a mail hat, whispering some things before the puppet points at the camera. ]
OH MY DAYS! The recorder's working! Okay, okay, compose yourself, Tenna … IM SCARED— Right. Deep breaths.
Ahem. Hi! My husband Spammy recently told me about the… multiverse? (Whatever that means! I've only heard that stuff in the classic sci-fi programs I air!)
I wanted to record this to ask you in a VERY composed fashion:
[ * He pauses to take a deep breath. 'Composed' goes entirely out the window as he starts rambling, his voice glitching in a way that sounds painful, although he doesn't seem to mind as he passionately goes on about shows. ]
YOU OWN A THEATER?? I've always wanted to go to one! There's no theaters in the underground… or Broadway… SORRY! What's it like? How are musicals? How ✨🎶GROOVY 🎶✨ are they? Oh my stars, tell me all about it!
- @trashheapcares
A... VHS? Okay! Tenna will simply... send one in return!
"Oh 💫JOY💫! A fellow theater fan! I have SO much I want to say!!""
"Hm... if I could get you over to my theater, i'd LOVE to show you around! Maybe you could even watch a tech run of the show we're doing currently!"
"...I don't know if i'd want your... er- husband to come, but it's just a hypothetical!"
He sends this message as a VHS, the same way YOUR Tenna sent his.
[ * Receiving the VHS, Spamton jolts over to Tenna with the mail, humming a silly song as they sit down and watch it. Tenna's eyes continuously light up the more he hears, although he does turn to Spamton and wonder why the other him seemed so… hesitant. There were other Spamtons out there, but there's no way Spamton and Tenna could ever NOT like each other, right? ]
[ * … Right? ]
[ * Spamton sighed, setting up a response video for Tenna and him to film. ]
JEEPERS! I'd be DELIGHTED to come to your theater, pal! And watching a TECH RUN? It would be a 🌈💭DREAM💭🌈! SO LOVELY! UNSPEAKABLE amounts of GROOVY and FUN!
… If I can figure out this multiverse bizz, that is. I can't exactly leave like you can, aha… WACKY underground rules and such!
When Alphys comes by, maybe I can ask her about it! Spammy over here seems equally as knowledgeable about multiverse shenanigans, though! It's still so terrifying, admittedly.
Speaking of Spammy, I can… try and sort something out..!
[ * He fidgets with his tail as he says that. He doesn't wanna upset this alternate version of him, but he doesn't wanna upset Spamton either. He smiles through all his mixed emotions, putting the fact he's meeting a fellow theater fan in the forefront of his mind and giving a thumbs up. Spamton turns off the camera at his prompting, delivering Tenna's message via VHS once more. ]
Upon receiving another VHS, Tenna jumps a little!! He goes to record another video, though he hasn't planned what he was going to say as much as he did last time... he could do improv though! Yep!
"Hello you two!"
"I ah, admittedly don't know much about multiverse things... i've been having Mike figure out getting these tapes to you guys! Haha!"
"Though, if we can send each other these, surely there's a way for you to come here too!"
"I'm really looking forward to seeing you though, other me!!"
As Tenna goes to turn the camera off, for a few brief seconds, you'd see glimpses of his tail wagging behind him.
[ * Following an audible camera click, Tenna's own tail, although broken, is wagging at the response too. ]
Golly, I hope we can meet soon! You seem LOVELY, other me! (Not to sound full of myself! Or rather, ourself!)
[ * Turning to Spamton, Tenna finally asked the million dollar question. ]
Hey, how are we even getting these to him, honey?
𝒟ℯ𝒶𝓇 𝒞ℛ𝒯,
Hell if I know. I've just been using that weird ass door Undyne's friend keeps offhandedly mentioning.
𝒮𝒾𝓃𝒸ℯ𝓇ℯ𝓁𝓎, 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓂𝓉ℴ𝓃 𝒢. 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓂𝓉ℴ𝓃
[ * Holding on to Tenna's wires to help him get up, Spamton stares into the distance. After climbing onto him, Spamton points Tenna in the direction of the door. It looks fairly normal… except for the light coming out from the bottom, that is. It almost looked like… fire? As Tenna jankily inched towards the door, though, the fire didn't burn. Spamton turned the doorknob, leading into a dark, empty void. Holding hands, they stepped into the unknown, the darkness fading as they ended up in the other Tenna's Green Room.]
Apologies for my volume here, dear! I just… well gee whiz, I… yeah no WHAT THE—
[ * Tenna's voice box violently glitches before he can finish his sentence.]
[ * Tenna receives a… letter? Inside is a tape labelled 'For another me.' Watching the VHS results in a TV-headed figure turning to a small puppet-like guy with a mail hat, whispering some things before the puppet points at the camera. ]
OH MY DAYS! The recorder's working! Okay, okay, compose yourself, Tenna … IM SCARED— Right. Deep breaths.
Ahem. Hi! My husband Spammy recently told me about the… multiverse? (Whatever that means! I've only heard that stuff in the classic sci-fi programs I air!)
I wanted to record this to ask you in a VERY composed fashion:
[ * He pauses to take a deep breath. 'Composed' goes entirely out the window as he starts rambling, his voice glitching in a way that sounds painful, although he doesn't seem to mind as he passionately goes on about shows. ]
YOU OWN A THEATER?? I've always wanted to go to one! There's no theaters in the underground… or Broadway… SORRY! What's it like? How are musicals? How ✨🎶GROOVY 🎶✨ are they? Oh my stars, tell me all about it!
- @trashheapcares
A... VHS? Okay! Tenna will simply... send one in return!
"Oh 💫JOY💫! A fellow theater fan! I have SO much I want to say!!""
"Hm... if I could get you over to my theater, i'd LOVE to show you around! Maybe you could even watch a tech run of the show we're doing currently!"
"...I don't know if i'd want your... er- husband to come, but it's just a hypothetical!"
He sends this message as a VHS, the same way YOUR Tenna sent his.
[ * Receiving the VHS, Spamton jolts over to Tenna with the mail, humming a silly song as they sit down and watch it. Tenna's eyes continuously light up the more he hears, although he does turn to Spamton and wonder why the other him seemed so… hesitant. There were other Spamtons out there, but there's no way Spamton and Tenna could ever NOT like each other, right? ]
[ * … Right? ]
[ * Spamton sighed, setting up a response video for Tenna and him to film. ]
JEEPERS! I'd be DELIGHTED to come to your theater, pal! And watching a TECH RUN? It would be a 🌈💭DREAM💭🌈! SO LOVELY! UNSPEAKABLE amounts of GROOVY and FUN!
… If I can figure out this multiverse bizz, that is. I can't exactly leave like you can, aha… WACKY underground rules and such!
When Alphys comes by, maybe I can ask her about it! Spammy over here seems equally as knowledgeable about multiverse shenanigans, though! It's still so terrifying, admittedly.
Speaking of Spammy, I can… try and sort something out..!
[ * He fidgets with his tail as he says that. He doesn't wanna upset this alternate version of him, but he doesn't wanna upset Spamton either. He smiles through all his mixed emotions, putting the fact he's meeting a fellow theater fan in the forefront of his mind and giving a thumbs up. Spamton turns off the camera at his prompting, delivering Tenna's message via VHS once more. ]
Do you guys think you’re lovers in every universe? Even in the ones where you’re living your out dreams? Or do you think in some far off universe it wouldn’t work out?
Sincerely 👾 Anon.
I don't know much about the multiverse stuff, but by golly, I sure HOPE we're lovers in every universe! Spammy and I agreed even if we achieved our dreams, we'd always be together. That's really what our rings represent, on top of our love.
Even if it didn't work out, I'm sure that somehow, someway, we'd find our ways back to each other and make it work again!
oh! well, since magnets are a bad idea, i'd better-- (trips and the magnet goes flying out of their hands)
[ * Spamton scurries to catch the magnet, flopping over as he goes too fast for his own tiny body to handle. By the time he's caught up with the magnet, it's already on Tenna's face, warping his already broken screen with leaking rainbows. ]
holy shit
[ * Spamton quickly yanks off the magnet, throwing it away at almost inhuman speed. Quickly shaking his head, Tenna's concern wasn't with himself. Struggling to walk over to the anon, he extended his jacket sleeve to them, as if to hold out a hand. Spamton climbs onto Tenna, holding onto his head. ]
𝒟ℯ𝒶𝓇 ℴ𝓁𝒹 𝓂𝒶𝓃,
Worry about yourself for once, big guy!
ℒℴ𝓋ℯ, 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓂𝓉ℴ𝓃 𝒢. 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓂𝓉ℴ𝓃
spammy honey im fine… i can hear colors!! can you hear colors? wow… wacky–
[ * Finding the power switch, Spamton switches Tenna's power off, then back on again. Some of the magnet damage seems to have subsided. ]
My apologies! Are you alright, dear viewer? You certainly gave me a scare, that's for sure!
Ohhh hahah. Glad you like my casserole so much, did I mention it's world famous? Oh I'd love to be on a cooking show, I'd be able to show up my neighbor Carol on live TV and all she'd be able to do is whine about it. Serves her right. Just y'kno send me a letter when I can come on for a show sometime. Although Tuesdays are a no go, that's when I have "book club" with the girls hahah
-Cass(erole)
NOTED!
[ * Out of the trash heap, Tenna kicks up a calendar. Almost on instinct, Spamton pulls out a pen and some sticky notes, scribbling "Cass' book club with the girls" on it and sticking it above Tuesdays. ]
Keep your eyes peeled for Spammy over here. He's got some speedy deliveries (if the trash heap isn't too overwhelming, that is!)! Carol will be losing her MIND!
(you receive the casserole, it honestly doesn't taste that good but it's made with love)
[ * Other than whatever food people bring them, not a lot of good food tends to float down here for them to eat. Even if it doesn't taste that good, a homemade casserole is very much appreciated! ]
WOWZA! THANK YOU, dear viewer! This casserole… I can taste the sheer LOVE! We oughta get you your very own COOKING SHOW when we get greenlit! Right, Spammy?
[ * Spamton doesn't say anything, just giving a nod of approval as he continues to eat the casserole. He eats so fast he almost looks like a rat scurrying for cheese, in all honesty. ]
