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Another sigh escapes the tall Darkner as he stares at his reflection in the mirror right in front of him. Lately, he’s been feeling… weird. Is it just his imagination, or has he gained some weight around his stomach? But he’s eating the same as usual! The TV man displays a miserable expression on his screen before lightly pinching at his stomach, trying to see if there’s more fat there than before. He has CLEARLY gained weight! He’s sure of it! What is he supposed to do to fix this? Stop eating? Eat more vegetables? Exercise…?
Little by little, Tenna’s size decreases as a flood of sad thoughts starts creeping into his mind. Does this mean he won’t be able to wear his favorite pants anymore? Or his different suits for his shows? He can already imagine buttons popping off or fabric tearing if he makes one sudden movement.
-Hey there, big guy? What are you doing here? The whole crew’s waiting for us to film the cooking show! Is the mirror really that interesting?
His partner’s voice makes him jump, and Tenna quickly turns toward him in panic. Noticing that the boss of TV World has lost a few centimeters, the Addison’s face shifts into a more worried expression.
-Ant. Are you okay? We can cancel if you want, there are probably reruns we could air instead.
-WHAT? Absolutely not! I-I’m perfectly fine, I’m doing great, and I was absolutely not checking in the mirror to see if I gained weight! Hahaha!
Tenna panics, waving his hands frantically in front of him. His smile is anything but convincing, and he loses a few more centimeters… which only makes his partner frown even more as he steps closer.
-You know, if you’re feeling glooby…
-DON’T SAY THAT CURSED WORD!!! I am NOT glooby! Now go away! I’ll be there soon!
His partner stares at him for a moment, then shrugs, deciding to give up on the argument as he leaves, leaving the CRT alone. Tenna almost feels a little guilty for yelling at Spamton like that… Come on! He just has to motivate himself, ignore his reflection and his thoughts, and do this cooking show like nothing’s wrong! He can do it,if he convinces himself he’s fine, then everything will be fine!
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Oh, but what a terrible, terrible mistake… The cooking show was a DISASTER! He ruined the recipe, all of TV World got flooded with horrible black smoke, and Mike had to spend over six hours cleaning EVERYTHING! How humiliating!
And of course, his gloobyness only got worse and made him lazy, to the point where he was doing the bare minimum during his shows, sometimes just recycling old ideas instead of coming up with new ones. He… didn’t want to do anything anymore.
And all of this just because ONE tiny stupid thing kept occupying his mind: the possibility that he gained weight. He knows it’s probably just his imagination, but it feels so real!
And now here he is, curled up on the desk in his dressing room, reduced to the size of an ant. His gloobyness finally took over, turning him into nothing more than a tiny, pathetic sobbing mess on his desk.
Someone knocks three times on the door to his dressing room before walking in. Tenna isn’t even surprised to see his partner,he knew that sooner or later, he’d have to face him and try to talk! But it’s so stupid! Spamton is going to make fun of him!
-Ten! Good grief, I knew things weren’t going well, but not this badly!
The mailman walks closer to the tiny CRT to observe him, then gently picks him up in his hands, softly stroking his antennas in an attempt to calm him down.
-I…I’m sorry you have to see me like this, Spammy… It’s just that I think I gained a little weight and… and… I didn’t want to worry anyone! I know it’s probably just my imagination! I’m so stupid…
-Hey, hey! Calm down, everything’s okay, and you are not stupid!
Spamton panics a little, trying to find a way to comfort the CRT resting in the palm of his hands and help him return to normal. He stops stroking him for a moment and instead places little butterfly kisses on his antennas, which immediately makes the Darkner giggle… Oh… wait… Right, Tenna is…
-Okay, we’re gonna do something really simple. I’m going to tell you right now whether you’re right or not. I think we spend enough time together,and sleep together enough,to know whether your body changed or not, don’t you think?
-...If you want.
Tenna lets himself fall backward as the mailman gently pokes at his small chubby belly. Tenna had always been a little chubby. A comfortable, warm stomach, perfect for Spamton to use as a pillow after work.
-Hm… Tenna, I think that…
-I REALLY DID GAIN WEIGHT?!
The moment Tenna starts panicking again, his partner puts his evil plan into action. With his index finger, he gently pokes at the TV man’s stomach, immediately melting him into little bursts of laughter.
-Absolutely not, you’re still the same old Tenna. Nothing’s changed, you’re still yourself.
-I’m sure you’re just lying to meHEHEHEHE! NAHAHA! MERCY!!!
The cries and laughter only grow louder as Spamton lightly brushes over his sides and ribs. Tenna squirms around, struggling to properly defend himself. He doesn’t know if he should protect the spots being attacked or grab the mailman’s fingers instead. He makes the terrible mistake of trying, only to get poked under the arm and squeal.
-SPAHAHAHAMMY! YOU’RE SO MEHEHEHEAN!
-.....I was being nice there, but if you want me to be…
Spamton manages to pin Tenna in one hand before gently lifting up his shirt and pressing his mouth against his warm stomach. The CRT can only plead and laugh in anticipation, but the only thing echoing through the room is his shriek of laughter and the little snort that escapes after Spamton blows a raspberry against his belly. Maybe the mailman blows a second one. And a third. Until Tenna finally accepts that he hadn’t gained weight and that he wasn’t glooby anymore.
It doesn’t take long before he returns to his normal size, his screen completely red, while Spamton looks very proud of his work.
The TV man doesn’t waste any time before pulling the Addison into his arms, cuddling him close and nuzzling against him a little before softly whispering into his ear.
-Better stay on guard, Spammy. My revenge will be terrible ^).
The mailman snickers and gives him a very confident grin.
-We’ll see about that! I’ll remind you that I’m faster with my little legs, you’ll have a hard time catching me! Haehaehae!
-...You know what, you’re right. I should take advantage of having you in my arms and get my revenge RIGHT NOW!
-Wait, that’s not what I meant! HAEHAEHAE! NAHAHA! TEEENS! NOT THE NECK! NOT THE NECK!