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“Arright, are you done pretending you give a shit about my sales?”
“Whaaat?” Banner asked with an affronted gasp, pressing a hand to his chest. Spammie rolled her eyes. “Is it so wrong for me to be interested in my little sister’s career?” Spammie grimaced at the title and told herself it was just because of the ‘little.’
“Yeah, sure, Bans, but we both know you’re not,” she reminded him. “I’m not stupid. Come on, spit it out, whaddaya need from me?” Banner scoffed, his other hand coming up to rest dramatically against his forehead.
"You wound me."OR: Spamton's brother approaches him to model yet another outfit. It does not go quite as expected.
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- Part 4 of Cube's Trans Spamton Musings
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30 Jan 2026
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Something twisted deep inside him, sharp and aching, because Tenna was holding onto him even in his dreams. Seeing him in a way Spamton couldn’t see himself—bright, worthy, someone to admire instead of discard.
It terrified him. It comforted him. It left him undone.
At first, he told himself it was just a crush. Just a spark of attraction. But sitting there, thinking about every small detail—the tilt of Tenna’s antennae, the subtle glow of his screen, the quiet safety of his presence, the laughter—Spamton felt the truth slam into him like a punch to the gut.
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A Spamtenna fanfic that starts in the Big Shot Era and carries into the current game timeline
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- Part 1 of I wasn't supposed to love you
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05 Jan 2026
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Spamton took a breath, but he couldn’t get enough air. He took a step back. This was a mistake. He didn’t just spawn into existence, he was missing...something. These people knew him, knew about him, and none of what they knew seemed to be good. He had to recover from this, somehow, convince them that this was fine –
"Spamton, what's my name?" the blue one asked.
Well, shit.
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Everyone tries to figure out what to do with Spamton after he goes through a factory reset.Based on the factory settings au by starridge on tumblr!
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- Part 1 of Not-So Fresh (re)Start
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05 Jan 2026
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The Beast You've Made Me by I_want_a_coffee
Fandoms: Deltarune (Video Game), Undertale (Video Game)
24 Jan 2026
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He swallowed hard, trembling but unable to tear his gaze away from the being before him. Fear still rooted him in place, but curiosity—foolish, human curiosity—kept his eyes fixed on the way the moonlight caught the monster’s fur, the faint curl of his antennae, the glint of sharp teeth in the dark.
It should have been pure terror. And yet… it wasn’t.
And that fact almost scared him more than the monster did.
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A Spamtenna Monster/Human Undertale AU inspired by Beauty and the Beast
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- Part 1 of TBYMM Series
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01 Jan 2026
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“You, uh. Sure know your way around a CRT,” Tenna says. “I didn’t know you were a mechanic.”
“I sell cars,” Spamton had replied, back when Tenna was addressing him. “If you talk [Big] with nothing to back it up, people think you’re a hack.”
“Well,” Tenna said, “are you?”
Spamton sprayed the compressed air into his smug face.
That would have been preferable to drowning in insulation foam and getting licked clean by a clown (“HANDS OFF THE [[Officil Merchandise]]!!”). Jevil’s nuisance was missed as soon it was over though, because then all he had was the realization that that was his last chance. To do what, he isn’t sure. To demand an apology. To explain why he ran away. To scream at him. To break that stupid screen himself, just to get it over with, and crawl inside there never to emerge. Then at least they’d be together.
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An unseen, silent, approximately 4 foot tall individual takes it upon himself to fix the fallen Lord of the Screens. To raise a middle finger to the mysterious phone-calling, prophecy-defining benefactor who screwed him over and made him a living puppet, of course. No other reason.
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01 Jan 2026