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Tenna looked around.
His room was decked out with shimmering lights, vibrant colors, and a minibar, of course he was an adult, if things got tough he could whip out a quick drink. His bed was nicely made, and his headboard resembled a TV. His blanket was soft, vibrant red, and Tenna was sure he would fall right asleep if he spent 1 second under it! In the far right corner, the cabinet with Pipis in it was held.
Pipis?
Spamton?
Oh, no! Tenna doesn’t need that trash-heap. He’s a perfectly fine host. His TV pin could radiate more light than he could ever. Even though Tenna had loved him so much, he didn’t care how many times he thought of his ghost helping him through the thick and thin, even if he didn’t want anything to do with the host anymore. Sure, they might have treasured each other more than anyone else, but they’re past that! They’re two new beings, devoid of each other! I wonder what the… mailman… is doing currently, Tenna had thought.
Every time he looked at his sweet, blue Pipis he’d think of how much they had loved her. They had promised each other they would take care of her, but where had that gone? Where would her other father be? Where would he be when she hatched? What could she be? Their beautiful daughter… hm. A digital superstar! Spamton’s digital-ness of his whole self combined with Tenna’s superstar status! What else! Of course, their qualities make the perfect-
Perfect? Perfect?
Spamton G. Spamton and Anthony “Ant” Tenna?” PERFECT? What was he THINKING? They’re FINE by themselves! But… why would thinking about that mailman bring him warmth and ease his heartbeat? Why would he remember Spamton’s picture and warm his own face? No, not now! Why think about him in the present when Tenna could just think of all the happy memories?
Tenna closed his eyes.
Suddenly, he was walking through an alleyway somewhere on the outskirts of Queen’s Palace. His Shadowguy uber had been asked to pull over. Tenna had spotted a little homeless man in an alley. He laid his eyes upon a funny fellow who had small, squinty eyes. Oh. He looked, and well, was, miserable. His hair was disheveled farther than Tenna could ever imagine. He looked like he hadn’t washed himself clean in about 6 weeks. Poor baby must be so hungry too. Looked like he was only getting by from some scrap food, maybe in a dumpster. Tenna had come here for a vacation, to get away from his job, but now an idea popped in his head.
“Hello little man! Tell me now, what’s your name?”
“Cough… Spam… ton… cough.”
“Oh dear! That doesn’t sound good at all! Well, my name is Anthony ‘Ant’ Tenna! Nice to meet you! Don’t forget to call me just Tenna!”
“Please… help… haah…me…”
“Why, of course!” With that, Tenna lifted Spamton over his shoulder and brought him back into Shadowguy’s car. It was conveniently parked 5 feet away.
“Who’s this, eh Tenna?” Shadowguy asked. His hat was tipped.
“Sp-“ Spamton tried to say his own name, despite his vocal predicament.
“Spamton! He’s so sad, he needs a bath! To the special hotel suite we rented!”
“Anything for you, boss!”
Spamton looked out at the glistening blue lights of what was once his home. Everywhere he looked he was reminded of the palace he had gotten kicked out of. Even when he racked his brain for ideas, he could not fathom what he did wrong. Was Queen a sadist? He had been a faithful servant, yet she still kicked him out, perhaps for fun? Why was he like this? He was extremely sick and couldn’t even string together a sentence, body and mind, without his head hurting.
“Tell me, Spamton. What do you think of being a superstar? You know, on TV?” Tenna asked, sweetly.
“…I would… lo-wheeze-ve that!” Spamton teared up a bit. His dream was finally going to come true. This TV-headed stranger was going to be a TV co-host with him. They were almost made for this.
Tenna’s heart was already flut- wait. Did he seriously fall in love with this man? I’m going glooby! I JUST met this man. Of course he wouldn’t love me back… or would he? He needed to KNOW Spamton if he wanted to seriously fall in love with him! Even if he did, Spamton would never reciprocate his love! He has bigger problems! Bigger fish to fry, if you will! A glooby sick man is not more important than getting his life together! Just brush it off, Tenna!