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It was a slow day in TV world. Mainly because Spamton had decided to not come to work and it wasn’t because he was sick or him and Tenna had been drinking after a good show. Tenna didn’t even know why! Spamton didn’t have any sort of message or warning that he would just disappear! He was planning on comforting his mailman as soon as this last segment got filmed, AGAIN WITHOUT SPAMTON.
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Tenna stomped angrily toward his office, lip curled into a sneer as he stalked down the hall. Pippins dove out of the way as Zappers pressed themselves into the walls to avoid getting trampled by their boss who was quickly growing in height as his anger mounted. When he got his hands on that little mail man oh ho was Spamton going to be sorry for not coming in today. It was *Spamton and* Tenna's TV Time. Not just Tenna. Where did that little pest get off not showing up for their *shared* segment?!
The door to the mail room was cracked slightly, making him pause. Either Spamton was *really* fucking late for some reason or someone was messing about in there that shouldn't be. Either way, Tenna needed to take a peak and find out.
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Bursting in, complaints already locked and loaded on his tongue, Tenna paused as he noticed the state of the room.
The usually orderly mailroom was a disaster. Envelopes were strewn all over, no rhyme or reason to the way they piled up on the floor. Buckets laid upturned on their sides, contents spilled out all over the tables. *Feathers* coated in something black and sticky lied in clumps, a trail leading from the door all the way to the back, where the TV *swore* he could hear something shuffling.
"Spammy? Are you in there?"
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A small chirp responded followed by more shuffling. Tenna shifted on his foot, slightly nervous as to what was in the mailroom.
“Spamton?”
The shuffling stopped as the mystery creature debated what to say before speaking in a weak, small voice.
“Yea, its me..”
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"HEAVEN SPAMMY WHAT HAPPENED" Tenna worriedly went to where spamton's voice came from, but his little mailman growled at him weakly "Spammy?"
Laid under the desk, was spamton his body bloodied with the same black substance, his body missing feathers... Too many feathers, his little mailman looks so tired
"I'm...sorry, I...."
"Spammy..." Tenna shushed spamton gently as he slowly approached him this times, screen dimming as he holds out his hands "it's okay, don't worry, may I carry you? I have a med kit back in my office"
Spamton looks at tenna wearily, his body aching..., he is his partner after all, he could trust him, he reasons, trying to calm down his instincts, as he nods at the television
Tenna gently scoops him up in his arms, gently cradling him, spamton when he felt the warm and strong embrace of the crt went limp, sleep taking him
When he wakes he's patched up, bandages all over the worst of wounds and he looks to his side.