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Tenna, though he was loathe to admit it, was a jealous person. He liked the attention on him; sharing it, in some circumstances, was fine, but having it ripped away from him? That was the worst.
Ever since the tunnel between the Cyber and TV worlds had opened, there had been an influx of new faces, new voices, but one, in particular, had Tenna seeing red. This 'guy', if one could call him that, was stealing his spotlight, and he was determined to steal it back. When any darkner muttered the name Nubert, Tenna felt his fists clench, his height grow an inch or two. He hated that this THING made him so angry, but he couldn't help it! Why was he getting all the attention!
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Tenna wanted the focus on him. He was supposed to be an entertainer for the Angels sake! But even 𝘚𝘱𝘢𝘮𝘵𝘰𝘯, his little mailman seemed absolutely infatuated with this guy!
"What is it about this little red guy?" Tenna had asked him, whining in dissatisfaction while he watched Spamton sort his fan mail, sitting on his knees with his tail thumping against the floor. Occasionally Spamton would pet his head and Tenna was just waiting for another one of those scritches.
"What red guy? You mean Nubert? Oh hell, everybody loves Nubert. He's so cool," Spamton had replied, smiling just at the idea of him! Tenna hated it. His jealousy knew no bounds, and it was about ready to burst with Spamton's next words, "Nubert is the best. Love that guy."
𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮. Spamton 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 this Nubert guy but Tenna had been waiting months for him to say it back. This just wasn't fair!
He really needed to get this guy out to the studio. Meet him in person and give him a good stern talking to! He was TV! People loved TV! But appearantly they loved Nubert more. Tenna couldn't have that.
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The plan Tenna began to hatch was most foul. He would invite Nubert onto the show, only to... stage an accident. No one would question it. How could anyone predict an errant stage light falling on a contestant?
That was when everything went wrong.
At the height of his act, Tenna really played up the red... thing's guest appearance. "Now, ladies and gentlemen (and everything inbetween!), the moment you've been waiting for, put your hands together for NUBERT!"
Nubert... somehow came out onto the stage. Tenna wasn't really sure how. One minute he was offstage, and the next he was on.
As the crowd went wild, Tenna's plan took action. A light, hanging on by a single wire, was sent careening down towards the stage, and incidentally, right down on the spot Nubert was standing.
What Tenna didn't anticipate, however, was what his cohost would do about it.
"NUBERT! LOOK [[OUTBACK STEAKHOUSE]]!!" Spamton cried, flinging himself at the red... thing. With a great push, Nubert was sent flying off the stage into the audience, who caught him ever so gracefully in their arms.
Spamton was not so lucky, as the light came down right on him and crushed him like a bug.
"SPAMMY! NO, NO, THIS CAN'T BE!" Tenna wailed as he fell to his knees besides the mailman, shoving the light off of his mangled body.
"IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE NUBERT! SPAMMY, DON'T LEAVE ME!"