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“For the thousandth time, Spamton, you are banned from this cafe.” Swatch declared as they tossed Spamton out of the colour cafe. He usually tries to steal at least a CD bagel when the Lightners are in the Light World, but that stupid easel won’t let him near their precious cafe. “COME ON, [Big guy] CAN’T A MAN HAVE HIS [No such thing as a free lunch!]” They shot him a dirty look before slamming the door shut.

There’s gotta be somewhere else he can ‘borrow’ food, he was starving. Spamton’s eyes veered in the direction of the quaint shop run by Seam. He never liked that strange cat, he didn’t know why Jevil had spent so much time with them. He stared at the building, the weirdo never left their shop, it would be outright stupid to try and take from them.

So Spamton tried to take from them. He snuck around the back of the shop, trying to find an entrance. He climbed up onto the windowsill and looked inside, they were sleeping, now was his chance. He quietly opened the window and tiptoed inside, walking across the counter. He stopped, something caught his eye, no, three somethings caught his eye. They each emitted a dark glow, he knew what they were, he’d never seen so many in one place. He approached the Shadow Crystals, completely forgetting why he came here in the first place.

”[Hochi Mama]” he exclaimed under his breath. He reached out and grabbed one, an instant shockwave of glitching coursing through his body. He was used to the pain of glitching, but even so, it hurt more than usual. It felt like when he first started glitching, back when…

He used his other hand to scoop up the two he didn’t grab. He was really glitching now, but he barely felt the pain anymore, all he felt was power, and boy did it feel good. He clutched the Crystals tight to his chest. “H-H-HOLY [[Cungadero]]” He blurted. That seemed to wake up the cat. “Hey! What do you think you’re doing!?” Uh oh. He tried to move, to run, to get out of here. But the glitching locked him in place. His mind was racing. He thought about the Crystals, the power. He had to get out. Suddenly, the Crystals glowed much darker. He felt like his body was being ripped away from this plane of existence. Everything became a blur.

He woke up, feeling the metal of his dumpster in Castle Town, except, it felt unusually warm? He opened his eyes, he was not in his dumpster. He remembered his break-in to the shop, and the Crystals. He looked around, panicked, he couldn’t find them. Instead, he found himself sitting on top of- Tenna?? No, it couldn’t be him, he looked so… broken. “WHERE THE [#&$?] AM I? WHO ARE YOU?!” The CRT - who he did not know - turned on, its screen was cracked and tinted green, it was barely illuminated, it emitted a low hum.

”Spammy? Is that you?” Spammy? Only one person ever called him that, and we’ve already established that this is not him! But that voice, it was distorted, but it still sounded… familiar. “LOOK, [Cathode] I DON’T KNOW WHO YOU ARE OR [Where are you?] WE ARE, BUT WH>Y DO YOU KNOW MY [Please cheer their NAMES!]” The broken television stared at him blankly, neither of them saying a word.

”Was that, m-m-my voice?” The TV suddenly spoke up. He hadn’t intended to quote Tenna’s voice. “THAT WASN’T YOU, THAT WAS [Somebody that I used to know]” The CRT tilted its head in confusion. “Spamton, are you alright? You’re acting weird.” There it was again, his name. “HOW DO YOU KNOW. MY. NAME.” Spamton said, this time careful not to quote anyone. The TV frowned, he was amazed its screen could project such a clear image of a mouth, despite its condition. “Come o-on Spammy, it’s me! Tenna!” He held up his one good hand showing a gold wedding ring. “Your husband.” What. “AM I [£$#&]ING [High on life]?”

Spamton stood up, and got off of… him. He must be dreaming or something, it was the only explanation. “S-Spam, wh-what happened? Why don’t you remember me?” His voice was shaky, it sounded, heartbroken. Spamton decided to ignore it. “WHERE ARE WE?” He asked, changing the subject. “Where are we?” He repeated. “We’re at our home.” Tenn- he - said warmly. He looked around, the whole area was made up of various junk. Nice place, Spamton thought sarcastically. “YOU LIVE IN A [Dump]?” “We both do.” Technically, he was right, but he doesn’t live in this dump, he had to leave, he had to find the Shadow Crystals.

”WELL, IT WAS [Not-so-nice] MEETING YOU [Cathode] BUT I SHOULD REALLY-“ “WAIT!” The TV interrupted him. He grabbed a box from behind some scrap. “At least tell me you remember these.” He handed Spamton the box full of what looked like letters. “WHAT IS THIS?’ Spamton raised an eyebrow. “Every day since we met, you write me a letter,” He explained. “these are those letters.” Spamton grabbed the box, intrigued. He placed it on the ground and knelt down, and began reading through them.

Dear Tenna,

it was nice meeting you, I don’t have many people to talk to, so your company really made my day. I hope we see each other more often.

Best wishes,

Spamton G Spamton.

He read another.

Dear Cathode,

it’s been fun spending time with you in the junk pit, I don’t have a place to live so it feels like a home to me. I hope you achieve your dream someday, it would be cool to see you entertain folks all over the Underground.

Your friend,

Spamton G Spamton.

And another.

Dear Ant,

I love living with you, and I was thinking, would it be weird if I asked you to be my boyfriend?

Hopefully yours,

Spamton G Spamton.

Dear Anty,

Happy one year anniversary! I don’t know what I would do without you.

Love,

Spamton G Spamton.

P.S.

You look really cute today.

Dear My Love,

I found this camera today and I thought of you, I think it would be cool to have a picture of the two of us to cherish.

Forever yours,

Spamton G Spamton.

Attatched to that last letter was a photograph of the CRT and- him?? He looked nearly the same except he wore a dark blue hat and suit, his pink lense was broken and his glasses had mailbox flaps on the side.

What.

The.

Fuck???

”[How the what mama woh mia]- HOW. DO YOU. HAVE THIS?” Spamton was confused to say the least. “IS THAT. ME?” Spamton’s grip on the photo grew tighter. “Yes, that’s us, please, p-please, remember.” Spamton looked up at him, he looked like he’d be crying if he had eyes. “H>OW? WE [Hate wins!] EACH OTHER! YOU TOLD ME [-rat? Some kind of crea-] YOU SPRAYED ME WITH [Insulating foam] WE-WE-WE-WE-“ He was glitching again, but he had a damn good excuse. The CRT- no -Tenna shook him out of his episode. “No, Spammy, I- I would never! I love you!” This had to be the weirdest day of his life.

”SO LET ME GET THIS STRAIGHT,” Spamton began after having taken a minute to let this sink in. “YOU AND ME ARE [Marital bliss] AND WE [Live Laugh Love] IN A [Dumpster diving] TOGETHER.” He looked to the other. “Yes.” “AND [for some reason] I DON’T REMEMBER ANY OF THIS?” He was finding it all to be a little far-fetched. “You seriously don’t remember anything? Not even… me?” “I REMEMBER YOU BEING MORE [Intact]” The TV smiled. “Oh Spammy, you do remember me?” He pulled him in for an unexpected hug. “[Hands off the merchandise!]” He said pushing away, he tried to ignore the sad look he was given.

His vision drifted to the photo he was still holding, he noticed something. “HEY [Trash heap] WHAT’S THAT [Hats off to you] IM WEARING?” He held up the photo. “That’s a part of your UGPS uniform.” UGPS? “WHATS THAT [stand for!]?” “Oh, it stands for Underground Postal Service.” He replied casually. “[Underground]? WHY ARE WE UNDER THE GROUND?” Tenna looked at him like he had two heads. “The Underground,” he said slowly. “Us monsters were sealed away by humans with a magical spell, everyone knows that.” Monsters? They weren’t monsters. “WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? YOU AND I ARE DARK <Ner s.” He said, standing up. “What’s a Darkner?”

How was this possible? He thought. The Shadow Crystals, when he used their power they must have, taken him to some sort of alternate universe, one where he’s a…

Holy shit.

He’s a Lightner.

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The night was cold, really cold, he could feel it when he woke up. “Dear Cathode ARE YOU AS COLD AS I AM? Yours, Spamton.” He awaited a response, but got none. “TENNA?” His eyes shot open, but he couldn’t see a thing, it was pitch black. He felt around for the warmth of his partner, feeling nothing but cold metal at all sides. He was trapped in some sort of metal box.

”To whom it may concern HELLO? IS ANYONE THERE? HELP! Urgently, Spamton G Spamton.” He spoke with panic in his tone, breathing heavily. He felt for the top of the box, it moved slightly. He pushed at it and the top flung open, light hitting his face. It looked like he’d been in a dumpster.

He crawled out, realizing he was in an alley way. The only alley he knew of had a shop run by Bratty and Catty, and they were nowhere to be found. He stepped out of the alley, and, looking around, what he saw was… beautiful. He was in a town bustling with people, the atmosphere felt truly magical, it’s rare for a town to feel this alive. Even so, he spent little time taking in the view, he simply couldn’t admire it without his beloved.

He noticed a little cafe, perhaps the owner could help him? He entered and approached who looked like the owner. “Dear Owner I SEEM TO BE LOST IN AN UNFAMILIAR TOWN, WOULD YOU BE SO KIND AS TO TELL ME WHERE I AM? Sincerely, Spamton G Spamton.” They looked at him with a pissed off expression. “You know, disguises don’t work if you say your name.” Disguise? “(Sigh) Just take him out of here.”

When they said that, two guards grabbed his arms and began dragging him out. “Dear Owner WAIT! THIS IS A MISUNDERSTANDING! I MEAN YOU NO HARM! Bitterly, Spamton G Spamton.” His words were of no use, he was tossed out of the cafe and fell flat on the ground, his mail satchel spilling open.

He picked up all of his various letters and knickknacks and plopped them back into the bag, however, there was one strange object he didn’t remember having. He picked it up, it looked like a black shard. It felt strange in his hand, and upon closer inspection, it appeared to be split in half. He shoved it in his bag, waving it off as some scrap he’d found in the junk pit.

His plan to ask for help from the cafe staff was unsuccessful. Maybe he’ll just ask around on the street? “Dear Blue Lady EXCUSE ME, BUT DO YOU KNOW WHERE I AM AND HOW TO GET BACK TO THE JUNK PIT? From, Spamton G Spamton.” He asked an approachable looking woman. She stared at him, mouth agape. “S-Spamton? Did you just say your name was Spamton?” “p.s THE ONE AND ONLY!” He responded.

She looked him up and down. “N-no, i-it couldn’t be! What… happened to you?” Well this certainly was awkward. “Dear Stranger I’M NOT SURE WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT, CAN YOU JUST TELL ME WHERE I AM? Confusedly, Spamton G Spamton.” She seemed to have trouble finding the right words to say.

”Castle Town, you’re in Castle Town.” She finally said. “Dear Lady ARE YOU ALRIGHT? YOU LOOK LIKE YOU’VE SEEN A GHOST. Worryingly, Spamton G Spamton.” She paused. “Yes I’m fine, just… it’s good to see you again, considering I thought you’d…” She trailed off. ”Dear Kind Woman I’M SORRY, BUT I’VE NEVER MET YOU BEFORE, I DON’T EVEN KNOW YOUR NAME. Sincerely, Spamton G Spamton.” “You don’t even…” She stopped, as if something just clicked into place.

” Oh, uh, Blue. My name is Blue.” She said slowly, her eyes looked wet, like she was holding back tears. “Dear Blue NICE TO MEET YOU, DO YOU KNOW WHERE WATERFALL IS? I NEED TO GET BACK TO MY LOVE. Sweetly, Spamton G Spamton.” She took a deep breath. “I’m sorry, I don’t know where Waterfall is, but, it was nice to meet you too, Spamton.” She smiled before walking away.

What an interesting Monster. He thought, not fully understanding what just happened. Nonetheless, he moved past it. He still needed to get back home to Tenna. Tenna. Everything reminded him of his partner! The big geyser that was reminiscent of the waterfalls they’d visit often, the soft blue ambience of the town, the TV Studio— wait. TV Studio??

He snapped out of his trance, and stared at the building. It was Tenna’s dream to be the host of his own TV show, to be a star. He has no idea how he got here, but it would make sense for Tenna to be here too, they sleep right next to each other after all.

He entered the building, hoping he’d be able to find him. “Dear Monsters HELLO, I’M LOOKING FOR A CRT MONSTER, HAVE YOU SEEN ONE AROUND HERE? HIS NAME IS TENNA. Sincerely, Spamton G Spamton.” The two Monsters he spoke to looked at each other, a concerned expression on their faces. “p.s I’M AWFULLY WORRIED ABOUT HIM.” He added when he was met with no response.

One Monster whispered to the other. “Should we tell the boss?” The other responded with nothing but saxophone noises, though they seemed to understand. “Right this way Mr. Spamton, Tenna will meet with you in a moment.” He didn’t completely trust them, but followed anyway, he was gonna take his chances if it meant seeing Tenna.

”Come on Tenna, how hard is it to tie a tie?” He mumbled to himself angrily, struggling to get his bright yellow tie to look right. “No Lightner is going to watch you if you can’t even— AUGH!” He was frustrated. It was getting more and more difficult to maintain his image ever since the Dreemurrs had stopped watching him completely and he still hadn’t found a new home.

”Someone will watch you.” He reassured himself. “As long as your just, perfect, as long as you don’t mess up, then someone will want to watch you.” He adjusted his tie just right. “Finally!” He flashed a bright smile at his reflection. “Perfect.”

”Mr. Tenna!” A Pippins knocked on the door. “What is it?” He asked in his uplifting cheery voice. “There’s someone who’s looking for you.” Someone’s looking for him? A fan perhaps? “Who? Do I know them?” The Pippins opened the door and stared up at him. “He says his name is… Spamton.”

Silence followed, his forced smile beginning to fade. “Ha.” He laughed, hollow. “Ha, Ha, Ha, oh BOY what a funny little guy! Pretending to be him, HA! Of course the real him wouldn’t be looking for me! That would be SILLY!” “No, sir, I think he’s telling the truth.” Tenna’s smile completely faded. “Where is he?” He stopped using his cheery voice. “He’s in the Studio Waiting Room.”

He entered the room, pissed off. “Alright, who the HECK do you think you are!?” He approached the imposter, he knew it wasn’t him, he looked nothing like him! In fact, he looked like that rat he saw back in TV World, only wearing a mailman’s outfit. “Dear Tenna OH MY STARS! YOUR ARMS! YOUR FACE! YOU’RE FIXED! Lovingly, Spamton.” He flinched at the name, the creature suddenly pulling him in for a hug. “What are you doing!?” He pushed him away. “WHY are you doing this? Pretending to be him, pathetic.” He scoffed. “Dearest Cathode WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? PRETENDING TO BE WHO? Yours, Spamton.” Yours? Really? That ship had sailed a long time ago. “You know who, rat!”

”Dear Beloved DID YOU JUST CALL ME A RAT? WHEN’S THE LAST TIME YOU CLEANED YOUR VENTS? YOU KNOW HOW YOU CAN GET WHEN YOU NEGLECT THEM. Caringly, Spamton.” How did he know how he gets when he doesn’t clean his vents? Nobody knew that, not even the man this creature was impersonating. “Hey! I clean my vents every day!” He lied. “And don’t try to change the subject! Why. Are you. Doing this?” He said sternly. He must’ve grown a few inches because the rat looked small staring at him.

”Dear Tenna OH, I GET IT NOW, MY WORST FEARS HAVE COME TRUE, YOU’RE FIXED AND DON’T NEED ME ANYMORE! (Sniff) YOU’RE ABANDONING ME! Depressingly, Spamton G Spamton.” The creature began crying. Tenna shrunk down instinctively in his people pleasing manner. “Abandon you? I’ve never abandoned anyone, certainly not someone like you who I’ve never even met.” The imposter looked at him, they were eye-level now, and he was no longer crying, instead he just looked confused.

”Dear Tenna WHY DO YOU KEEP SAYING THAT? DO YOU NOT RECOGNIZE ME OR SOMETHING? From, Spamton.” That’s the second time this thing has said that, it couldn’t really be him could it? No, of course not. He was a big shot, he abandoned him, he never cried! “You’re not him, you’re concerned, you’re caring, you cried. He never did that when I knew him, why would he do it now?” Why would he come looking for me now? He added in thought.

The rat looked intrigued, as if he was piecing something together. “Dear Tenna WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME WE SP— WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU SPOKE WITH HIM From, Spamton.” Tenna hesitated. “1997.” He answered. “Dear Tenna AND WHAT DID HE LOOK LIKE? From, Spamton.” “He was short, had a long nose, and black slicked back hair…” He paused, realizing he’d just described the creature that stood in front of him. “But he looked nothing like you!” He added. “Dear Cathode AND ONE LAST QUESTION. From, Spamton.” He had no idea where he was going with this.

”p.s DO YOU BELIEVE IN THE MULTIVERSE?”

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"Spamton, answer me. What is a Darkner?" Tenna looked at him with concern. "THATS NONE OF YOUR [Bees wax]" He didn't have time for this, after all these years he'd finally done it, he was a Lightner. "[Bottom line] IS THAT IM FROM ANOTHER [Universal Pictures™] , WHERE I WAS NOTHING BUT [Scum] BUT NOW" He began walking away. "I HAVE THE [Light] SO I DON'T NEED YOUR [garbage dump]"

"Wait, hold on- are you serious? You're from another universe?" The CRT stood up, leaning on his cane. "[Right on the money!]" He responded, attempting to take his leave. "Where do you think you're going?" His voice became stern. "[Somewhere over the rainbow] BETTER THAN THIS." He tried to step forward, only to be wrapped up in the TV's tail. He tried to move, but the plug's hold on him was surprisingly strong. "You're not going anywhere!"

He'd assumed Tenna couldn't change his size(he wasn't a Darkner) but the way he stood over him made him look a lot bigger. "OKAY, [Cathode] [You win!] I WONT GO ANYWHERE, SO [Let it go] OF ME." He hoped the TV would take the bait so he could skedaddle, but he wasn't budging. "Why do you want to leave so bad? Are you trying to get back to your Tenna?" Easy "YES YES, I NEED TO GET BACK TO HIM! SO LET ME GO NOW-" "LIAR! Just earlier you said you two hated eachother!"

Damn, this is gonna be harder than he thought, the Tenna he knew would've fallen for his every trick, but this was different. "[Arright] YOU GOT ME! NO MORE [Trick-or-treat]S! ILL BE [Honestman]!" He looked up at him pleadingly, trying to use his guilt. "I won't let you go. Not until you answer all of my questions, honestly. First: you still haven't told me what a Darkner is."

So he was going to do it this way huh? "(Sigh) IN MY UNIVERSE, THERE IS [Light] and [Dark] , The LIGHT N>er ARE THE [Powerful] THE [Dark] ARE THE [Week]" "So you're a Darkner, but in my universe there are no Darkners, so now you're a Lightner. With this new found power, instead of appreciating this opportunity(and your husband), you decided it wasn't enough, your greedy ass couldn't bear the thought of living in a dump, so you figured that if you tried hard enough, you could reach heights you never thought possible at the expense of my loneliness. How was that? Am I correct?"

How the hell did he do that!? He guessed almost everything correctly! "[Idkhow] YOU KNOW MY [Story] BUT-" "I'm not finished!" He interrupted. "I still have questions, like, where is MY Spammy?!" How am I supposed to know that? "[I'm guessing] HES IN MY UNIVERSE." There was a beat of silence, the TV seeming to take this all in. "C-cC-Can you bring h-him back?" It was surreal to see Tenna being the one glitching instead of him. Though he tried to ignore it, he couldn't help but feel bad, he was the broken toy, not Tenna.

"Spamton?" He zoned out, hadn't even realized he didn't respond. "[#$@&] I DON'T THINK I CAN BRING HIM [Money back guarantee] [Trash heap]" "b-Bb-But you HAVE to! Look, I-I'/lL even make you a DEAL!! If you can bring h-him back, I will let you go!!" He was sounding desperate, and covering it up horribly. "WHATS STOPPING ME FROM [Going, going, gone!] ONCE YOU LET ME GO?" What am I doing? Just take the deal and leave when he lets me go!  "I-I-I know, I KNOW! Just, p-please, please help me out, I need him, you have no idea what it's like when I'm alone." He dropped to his knees and looked to the floor, his tail untighted.

He could leave now, he'd let him go. "You don't know what it's like, being all alone, with no one. With nothing but the trash around me." "WRONG! [Incorrect buzzer.sfx] I KNOW THE FEELING ALL TOO WELL." He reached out a hand, offering a shake. "SO, [a deal is a deal] ILL HELP YOU GET YOUR [Hubby] BACK." The CRT looked up at him, face plastered with hope, and shook his hand enthusiastically. "A deal is a deal!"

"[Grrrrreat!] NOW DO YOU HAVE ANYTHING [Yummy] AROUND HERE? I HAVEN'T HAD A [Now's your chance to-] TO EAT YET TODAY." 

The garage slop was somehow better than what he usually eats. In Cyber World, not many people would throw away anything good, and that stupid easel won't let him have anything, so even some days, when he was really hungry he'd have to resort to eating his own fried pi-

Well,

He didn't want to think about THAT. Instead he should think about what to do with the clingy metal box and their deal that when he thought about it, seemed near impossible. First, he'd have to somehow find the Shadow Crystals, then, he'd have to somehow use them to bring his counterpart back, and even if he did manage to bring him back, it'd probably be because he'll swap places with him, and he can't go back to his own universe, here he's a Lightner for heavens sake!

Clearly he can't go through with the deal. "[Trash heap]" The TV looked up from his meal. "ABOUT OUR [Seal the deal]" his antennae started drooping, like he knew what he was about to say. "Wh-what about our deal?" He responded, attempting to seem like he didn't know exactly what he was going to say, or maybe he's just trying to believe I won't say it. Spamton stayed silent. He wanted to say 'I can't bring him back' or 'Its impossible' but he didn't say a word, he just blankly stared at the CRT. His drooping antennae, his fake smile, his glitchy voice, he was obviously pained by the thought of never seeing him again. His Tenna never felt that pain, but this one did, and Spamton pitied him for it, or maybe it wasn't pity, it felt like more than that, whatever it was, he couldn't break their deal.

"I WAS [Just saying] I SHOULD GET STARTED ON THAT." Tenna's face lit up, literally. "Oh Spammy, I knew you'd say that!" He pulled him in for a hug, what was with this guy and hugs?? And even his tail was wagging. "RELAX [Cathode] IM NOT GOING ANYWHERE, YOU CAN [Let go of me!]" He pulled away, the TV still smiling. "Right, sorry." To Spamton's relief, the glitching in his voice was gone.

They went back to eating their meal, they were sitting across from eachother at a table that was most likely discarded by someone else. They ate in silence, giving Spamton a chance to realize how strange this situation really was. Here he is, eating dinner with the man he loved, only he actually loved him back. Wait, no, he didn't Love him, he loved a better version of him, someone worth loving, someone who wouldn't run away from his lover just because he was afraid.

The point is, it was strange. Not only was he different, but Tenna was too. For starters, he was broken. His screen was cracked, the colour was off, his arm was off. How did this happen? "HEY [Cathode] , [What on earth] HAPPENED TO YOU? WHY ARE YOU [CLEAVED]" He did not mean to quote that. "I MEAN, [Broke] WHY ARE YOU. BROKEN." Thankfully, he didn't seem to notice his slip-up. "Oh, I don't know, actually, I can't remember my life before you found me. I guess you could say my life only began when I met you, haha." That wasn't me, you wouldn't say that about me.

"But really, I woke up here in the junk pit and couldn't remember a thing, I only know my name because it was written on my suit." He turned around and pointed to the back of his suit, on it, 'property of Ant Tenna' was written. "Anyway, before you found me, I was so broken, but you fixed me up to the man I am today." Stop saying that, it wasn't me, it was the better me! "Heck, I couldn't even project a mouth! But look at me now, I can always count on you to fix me!" 

No.

No you can't.

You can't count on me to fix you.

I didn't fix you.

I should've.

I wanted to.

But I didn't, they did, the Lightners did.

I stayed quiet from Kris' inventory.

I watched as they put the wrong parts in the wrong places.

I could've corrected them.

But I didn't.

"Spamton? Are you alright? You're glitching." Tenna put his hand on Spamton's face, guiding him to look where his eyes would be if he had any. Spamton immediately shooed his hand away, Tenna's screen dimmed at that. 

"IM FINE, [boob tube]" Tenna sighed. "Don't lie to me, Spamton. I may not be able to see much, but I can see you glitching." 

"[Don't worry, be happy] ABOUT ME [Clanker]," Spamton stood up. "LETS JUST FIND YOUR [One and only] A [Way back]" Spamton began leaving the 'house' and gestured for Tenna to do the same. "How are we going to bring him back?" The mention of bringing the good him back seemed to distract Tenna from the prior subject. "WE HAVE TO FIND THE [Sharp shadow] [Real diamond crystals], ITS [How did I get here?] SO IT SHOULD [Bring back the savings!]"

The two walked around the junk pit, searching every nook and cranny for the pesky Shadow Crystals. During this time, Spamton explained to Tenna how he got here, well, as best as he could anyway. After hours of searching, they realized it was getting late, and finally decided to call it a day. "IM SORRY [Cathode] IM SURE WE'LL FIND THEM." He said as they entered the makeshift front door. The TV didn't respond, he just looked at the ground miserably. "IM SORRY." He repeated. "Yeah well, 'sorry' isn't gonna bring him back!" He snapped, looking at the puppet, before his anger was immediately replaced with regret. "Wh-what I meant was, maybe we should try something different, I mean, how exactly did you get here?" "I TOLD YOU, I [used up] THE [Crystal clear]." Tenna frowned. "Are you s-sure they're even in this universe?" His voice glitched. Spamton looked to the floor, he didn't have a response. For some reason he really did want to help him, didn't want to let him down.

It was too late for that now.

He could hear footsteps leaving the doorway, and stopping almost immediately. He looked up to see a small mailbox, and the CRT kneeling down and hugging it, sobbing. "IM SORRY." He said for the third time this evening. The sight infront of him was unbearable to look at, yet he couldn't look away. "I know, (sniff) I know you didn't mean for this to happen, (sniff) it's just... I miss him."

Most times Spamton apologized, it was to get what he wanted, he never meant it. But now, all he wanted to do was say 'im sorry' for a fourth time, a fifth, a sixth. I really am sorry Tenna. He stayed silent for now, trying to direct his attention to something other than the weeping mess infront of him. His eyes drifted toward the mailbox. Something about it seemed... off. He couldn't quite put his finger on it. He must've walked towards it without noticing, because the next thing he knew, he was staring right at it. "What are you doing?" Tenna said, barely above a whisper. Almost instinctively, Spamton reached forward and opened the mailbox. 

"[Holy [$#&@]] [Cathode] ITS HERE!" Tenna looked in the box, immediately thrilled by the split-in-half Shadow Crystal that lay inside. "Oh thank heaven Spammy, you found it!" He sounded relieved, overjoyed, and Spamton couldn't help but feel proud that he was the one responsible for the television's sudden laughter. "Hahahaha! This is AMAZING! I don't know how it got in there, but WHO CARES! We finally have a chance at bringing him back!" He leaned forward to hug the shorter man, but stopped before doing so, probably remembering that the last two times he tried that, the reaction wasn't favourable. "ALRIGHT, FINE." Spamton wrapped his arms around him, and was squeezed tight in response. Though he would never admit it, it felt good to hug someone again, especially him.

The pair stayed there for a while, enjoying each other's embrace, neither one daring to move. It was a happy moment.