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Michael Afton dies before the opening of Freddy's Pizzeria lmao by TrixTheGoof
Fandoms: Five Nights at Freddy's
17 Dec 2024
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His gaze traveled down, down... down...
He froze.
The sight before him was sickening.
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Stanton gets the Dreemurrs' CRT. What follows is the weirdest year of his life. That damn TV box must be possessed.
Human!SpamtonXDarkner!Tenna.
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Tenna was late.
Tenna was never late for a shoot.
Battat has to check in on Tenna after he fails to show up on set. They find him a sobbing mess, acting very childish and yelling to be left alone. They're not sure how to handle it, so call in a bit of backup.
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All he can hear is the sound of Tenna breathing. And then, quietly, almost reverently: “Spammy?”
“Yeah,” Spam affirms. God, his voice is almost breaking. “S’me.”
Tenna’s breathing picks up, harsh through the phone. “What – where are you?” he demands, fury rising. “Why are you calling me?”
Spam winces, glancing down the hall as he realizes he’s going to have to tell the truth for once. “New York. I think. Uh. J-Jail.”
“Jail?!” Tenna yelps, voice jumping up an octave. “JAIL?!”
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Spamton scooped up the power cable, puffing out a breath and rolling his shoulders as he eyed the outlet on the wall. The moment of truth. In one swift motion, he knelt and pushed the plug into the outlet, turning and feeling along the casing beneath the screen for the power button. A springy click… and then his ears filled with the familiar high-pitched electric whine of a working CRT.
Oh, yeah. That’s the ticket.
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A dead man walking, Spamton brings home an old TV and turns his world on its head.
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Spamton accidentally falls out of the inventory after the events of Chapter 3. Alone and without anybody to help him in Castle Town, where mainly those who still know him aren't friendly to him, Spamton finds a recently-recruited television who doesn't recognize him whatsoever and chooses to use this to his advantage.

