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You got home from the park, stuffing down bloodied tissues and grabbing your hoodie, tossing it into the wash. Shit. Your dads would be home soon, they'd find out, they'd be mad- Turn on the washer. You were panicking. Your heart dropped into your belly as the door opened behind you. Fuck.
"HIYA HONEY!" Spamton rushed over to hug you, but you curled into yourself. He paused. Tilted his head.
"I got...a cramp. I gotta go, sorry," You pretended to clutch your stomach, rushing off to your room. Spamton stood there. Tenna looked at him with concern before closing the door.
"What was that about...?"
"...GOT A [Bad, bad!] FEELING, [TENNY]."
Spamton did that...gross thing where he sniffed all across the floor, making Tenna make a face. The little puppet man scuttled into the bathroom.
Shit. You heard it. He was gonna find it. They were gonna be mad at you.
Your door opened, and they both looked in at you. Tenna's screen was grey his antennae slack, Spamton looked drooped in general.
"B-BABY, [Honey, angel, love], why?"
Hugging your pillow, you gave a shrug and a sniffle. They both looked at each other before coming into your room and sitting on your bed.
"...I don't know. I'm down."
Tenna lifted your cheek with his hand, a soft smile on his screen, that melted into a sombre one. Spamton scooted to your other side.
"You need to tell us, sweetie."
"YA...WE'RE YUOR [Dad Bod Fit], Y' GOTTA TALK TO U-"
Everyone paused from that tic. Then began to laugh.
"I'M [Apologies] I DON'T CONTROL THAT,"
"It's fine, Spammy, but...the issue at hand. Let us see."
You yanked your arms away and tucked them under your body, shaking your head. Your voice was muffled.
"Y'r gnna gt mhd ah mh."
Spamton scrambled over and stroked your hair.
"NO ONE GONNA [Get Angry! Get mad!] AT YOU! WE GOTTA MAKE SURE YOU'RE [Okie doke]!"
Still not turning over, you looked at your dads. You looked at Tenna. His brow was raised, his screen had sweat on it. You just your jaw out.
"...Why does TV Dad look so nervo-"
"BECAUSE IF YOU HAVE ANY CUTS I WANT TO DISENFECT THEM RIGHT NOW OR YOU COULD GET AN INFECTION AND- ...Uh."
Tenna clenched his shoulders up and went pink.
"SMOOTH, [CATHODE]."
With a sigh, you reluctantly moved so they could see your cuts. You expected harsh sounds, tsking, but all you got were worried mumbles, Spamton literally falling on his face to get the first aid kit.
"Baby.." Tenna began. "Why did you do this..."
You shrugged. It....didn't feel like you knew, most of the time. Just...down. And you...did that. You were just....sad.
"...Sad."
Tenna kissed your cheek, cradling you to his chest, not seeming to care if you stained his jacket with your arms. He sighed.
"Darling...talk to me...or Spammy...about anything. I will even cancel a show if it means you need me to talk to you. Just...please stop doing this."
Tenna paused. It'd been a while since Spamton was in here. He looked up, cuddling you close.
"WHERE is your father?"
"He's huggin' me."
It took Tenna a moment.
"....Ok, wisecracker,"
Spamton stumbled back into the room, 'oofing' and eventually serving up the first aid with two hands. "HRMF"
"...Thank you, darling." Tenna said with some sarcasm. "This might sting, baby."
He wiped your cuts down, wincing as you did the same. You hissed. Fuck this did sting.
Spamton popped up, fell over, making Tenna make a face that made you laugh. ...That made him laugh, too. Spamton came back up.
"HEY KID"
"Yes, Spamdad?"
He put his hand on yours, his eyes going static for a moment. He shook out of it. His eyes were...soft. His voice was coherent. No tics. No loudness. Tenna put his hand on his, on yours.
"If you ever feel the urge to to this again call us immediately.""
You nodded.
"I will. I'm s-"
Spamton stopped you, nuzzling your cheek.
"[HUSH HUSH] THAT APOLOGY. NO NEED. JUST PROMISE. AND MEAN IT."
Tenna looked over, nodding.
"I...Promise..."
Spamton fell off the couch and gathered your things up, scrambling over to your room to put them by the door.
"[CRT] I THINK- AH, OUR [Darling, darling] LITTLE ONE NEEDS A DAY OFF TOMORROW."
Tenna hugged you into his arms, kissing your head with his staticky screen. Neither of them were angry at you... You felt your eyes welling up.
"You're right, Spammy. Let's give our dear a day to recover."
Tenna took you into his arms, walking you to your room. You giggled as you saw Spamton climb up his legs and onto his shoulders, giving you a grin.
"WHAT, YOU THINK ONLY YOU GET A [Wild Ride] ON HIS WIDE [@#$] SHOULDERS?!"
Tenna gasped. "SPAM! LANGUAGE!"
Spamton responded with a raspberry. You laughed. Tenna laughed in his throat and passed it off as a cough.
Tenna tucked you into bed. He kissed your forehead...and made a face at Spamton climbing onto your bed like a rabid animal to kiss your forehead too before lifting him off.
"...Love you, Dads."
"Love you too."
"LOVE [U 2]!!
They shut the door behind them and sighed.
"I love them."
"ME 2."