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Like Spamton NEO had expected, Tenna came quickly after him.
Tenna came down the stairs, seemingly out of breath from running. Weak. Perfect.
“Spamton! *huff* H-Hey I just want to- *puff* talk!”
He was right there for the taking. Arms wide open. Worn out. Venerable. Once he was out of the way, Spamton could die in peace and be forgotten.
But something was holding him back.
The comfort that had been ripped away from him.
The fuzzy feeling he didn’t realize he had felt.
It was back.
That something he, a simple Addison, never should’ve had in the first place.
Love.
It wasn’t in his code.
It wasn’t meant to happen.
He was never meant to get big.
He was never meant to even go to TV World or meet Tenna.
He was just a darkner.
He was even less, he was just a fictional character.
He wasn’t real in any sense and neither were his feelings.
Right?
“Spamton?”
Tenna was right there. Holding his face. Looking straight into his eyes.
Spamton hated him. He had ruined his life. He had caused him to break his code and his contract.
He hated him.
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“Spamton, I’m here, okay?”
He hated him. He needed to tell him. Get him off his back. He opened his puppet mouth to say it but-
“I love you.”
NO! THAT WASN’T RIGHT! HATE. HATE! NOT-
“Y-You…? ‘Love’…? Me…?”
Tenna looked so surprised yet, relieved? As if it wasn’t told to him by someone who had tried to kill him.
NO! HE HATED HIM! HE HAD RUINED HIS LIFE! HE- HE-
“I-I love you too.”
He loved him too.
He said it like it was obvious, like a fact.
He said it so casually, like it didn’t mean the world to Spamton.
He said it like he should’ve known.
Although…maybe he should’ve.
All those nights and smoke breaks they spent together. All those moments both on-stage and off that they had.
Everything.
They should’ve said it earlier, but it was just never the right time.
The world wouldn’t have accepted them.
It would’ve ruined both of their lives if it got out.
And in a way, the world proved their suspicions right.
They got too attached, and they both suffered.
But it was worth it, in a way.
And if they both had the choice, they would do it all over again, even knowing that it would be ripped away.
Because they loved each other.
Even though they were just darkners, even though they were just characters, their feelings, their pain, and their love were real to them.
And that’s really all that mattered.