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Tenna woke with a start, his screen powering on. He hadn’t even realized he had gone into sleep mode. Strangely, he felt tingly.
More noticeably, he could hear.
The pitter-patter of Pippins and Shadowguys he had always tuned out in the background. The soft whir of his fans. The sound of—
Electricity crackling?
Tenna’s gaze and nose flicked downwards. His face scrunched up. Spamton was elbow deep in his wires, clearly trying to repair what the CRT had self-inflicted.
A rollercoaster of emotions ran through him.
Guilt at being so helpless, so broken that Spamton had to help fix him.
And relief. He could hear again.
Finally, anger. His little mailman was rummaging inside of him, trying to fix something that’s been broken for a long time.
“…S-Spamton?” Tenna whispered quietly, clenching his teeth. “Why are you elbow-deep in my chest?”
Spamton finally looked up at Tenna.
“Fixing you, cathode.” He mumbled as he plugged in another connection. Tenna flinched as he felt his fans come back on to full functionality.
“Why didn’t you come for help, instead of scaring me to death with how glitchy you were?”
Tenna couldn’t answer. He turned his head away in shame. Spamton’s hard expression softened into one of concern.
“…Please. Next time, just come to me. I might not be the best business partner, but anything’s better then you getting hurt like this.”
The CRT nodded, fighting to stay composed. Trying to ignore how being called a ‘business partner’ hurt.
“Okay.” His voice cracked. The taste of the lie on his tongue lingered, leaving an uncomfortable aftertaste.
“Y..you won’t leave, right?” Tenna regretted saying that immediately. “Sorry, just ignore me. Of course you won’t.” He wiped his nose with the back of his hand.
“Of course not—“
Riiing!
Riiing!
Riiing!
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Tenna stood alone in his room. His wires were layering the floor, torn. The CRT fell to his knees.
This time, there was nobody around to bring him back from the edge.