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If only everything had gone right.
If only he hadn't signed that contract.
Sometimes, he found himself wishing he were dead, but he wouldn't tell Tenna that.
Life had been getting better since him and [trash heap] were back together now.
That didn't mean he didn't struggle.
Sure, his stupid fantasy came true, but that didn't take away the urge to smash Tennas screen to smithereens sometimes.
Tenna dragged Spamton out to Cyber City, even to his dismay. He didnt mind Tenna wanting more dates frequently but it was still chessy.
“C'mon, Spamton, not wanting to see the other Addisons is no excuse not to socialize” Tenna beamed. It was sure bustling today, which was usual. The streets buzzed with flashing neon, and bill boards sparking life. Spamton had to admit it was nice sitting on Tenna shoulder again. In the past it was usually during there skits. Even though back then he was confident. Being higher give him a new kind of ego back then."you know spammy, maybe we could buy you some new clothes" Tenna questioned glancing at the other.
"You [WIN OR BUY][boobtube]" spamton replied dismissively.Tenna felt his attenas droop a bit. He understood spamton had am emotion attachment to them, since being homeless and all. But even after washing them so many times. They still had a whiff of sewage that made him gag. However he still found himself pressing the fabric to his nose. The scent wrapped around him making him weak. Spamton rolled his eyes, muttering something that Tenna couldn't make out. He knew Tenna just wanted him to get some fresh air. But he sure didn't like the attention.
Even after Tenna decided to take a break from air, he was still recognized. Darkners would stop and stare. Spamton usually didn't care about Darkners seeing him in public. But he found himself pressing more against Tennas suit collar. He forced himself to look away.
Tenna was the only one who knew. Spamton G, Spamton the fallen star, turned into a puppet.
Tenna felt a shiver of static travel through his body. He felt his shoulders tense when Spamton shifted; he instantly relaxed."spamton are you alright?" he paused staring at spamton aganist his side. Tenna felt his worry dift away, replaced the heat of spotlight poaring into his heart. He looked so small and cute. Tenna a small tug on his collar, demanding as always. Tenna pushed along.
Ever since they reunited, Spamton had been distant. He already knew Spamton wasnt a fan of public intimacy even before. Spamton had changed. Most of the time spamton would get angry. When tenna would try to hold his hand, or lean in for a kiss. But Most of it wasnt angry it was out of fear. The way he would hesitate before taking of his clothes. Or make up exuses when tenna inched his hand below his shirt. poor thing. But Tenna missed intimacy. He missed combing through Spamton's feathers while he lay across his chest.
Spamton always seemed in control. He had needs he wasn't afraid to vocalize. They wouldn't even make it to the dressing room before their lips met. He would lift Spamton up, twisting the doorknob. Even as Spamton yanked his tie, demanding more.
But he would never force his love letter into something he wasn't comfortable with. He would wait as long as he had to. Flowers can rebloom, some just need a little more mending.
What if Spamton left again? Did Spamton not find him attractive anymore? Tenna felt himself shrink a bit.
Before finding himself stopping at a store display, cooing at the sight of baby clothes. “[Cathode] what's the [fork in the road]?”
Tenna was just frozen; he slowly brought his hands to press against the glass. Spamton looked in the direction he was looking at [oh].
“You know, Spammy, after you left, pipis was the only thing I had left of you.” Tenna smiled before frowning.
“I waited every day hoping that one day, they might hatch.”
Tenna started to shrink more, causing Spamton to clench on tighter so he wouldn't fall off. “But that day never came.” His voice cracked. Tenna's screen went dark.
Spamton always knew Tenna wanted kids. The way he couldn't stop talking about Noelle, Kris, and Susie.
Spamton never wanted anything serious in the past. No, he didn't mean that—it was just. He was so close to [HEAVEN], he didn't want any distractions.
But he was already so attached it showed in the imprint of a ring behind Tenna's glove. He could finally see it now, magnets sticking drawing of swirls against the fridge. Skittering and laughter as Tenna chased their daughter. He would lift his daughter up, and she would chirp, smiling sky high. She would be able to feel his warmth. Like he wasn't just that puppet, empty with thread.
The life they could have had together. Why did Tenna even love him? He was so disgusting. Bugs crawled across his skin; the stitches ripped open, revealing an empty void.
[PICK UP THE PHONE!]
“Spamton?”
Spamton blinked; they were back in their room. Spamton hadn't even noticed the black stains of tears on his face. Tenna tilted his head, confused, before reaching towards Spamton. He felt his body rattle taking a breath.
Tenna gently took Spamton's chin, tilting his head up so he could see the brimming tears.
“What's wrong, my love letter?”
Spamton felt his breath hitch. “I—I [HAVE FOR $5.99] regrets,” Spamton cried. “TENNA, we could have been [SO][HAPPY]!”
Spamton usually struggled with nightmares, jolting upright in bed. But this was new. He was trembling like a wet dog. His tiny hands were clutching his chest. His eyes were closed shut, black tears dropping onto the couch. His glasess fell of his face.
It hurt the CRT chest, realizing that Spamton blamed himself.
“No, no, no, Spamton, I've never felt happier being with you!”
Tenna placed Spamton's fallen glasses to the side before bringing his hands to wipe the tears falling from Spamton's cheeks. Spamton let out a whimper finding himself unconscious nuzzling into tennas glove.
The words didn't matter; it was drowned out by the ringing of a phone call. Spamton curled up against the edge of the couch, covering his ears with his hands. Like that would help, his breath labored. He understood this feeling. The first time on stage, he could feel his heart beating out of his chest. He wished someone were there for him.
Tenna leaned in, wrapping his arms around Spamton. His hand started to rub his back, trying to shh his lover's cries.
He didn't deserve this. He wished Kris had just killed him. Tenna needs comfort He deserve nothing."S S stop S[[ISO 7010]]" spamton wailed. Tenna only held him tighter.
Tenna loosened his hold when he felt Spamton's hands finally wrap around him. Hopefully he wasn’t crushing him the whole time. Spamton's eyes were red and dilated. He looked up at Tenna before pressing more against him.
He was so cute like this, upset, needy. Tenna thought. Tenna pressed a kiss against Spamton's forehead. Spamton only mewled in response. He couldnt bare to see spamton in agony,not again.
“Im gonna make you feel better I promise”
Tenna shifted until Spamton was lying against the cushion below him. Spamton's eyes widened, stunned. letting out a quiet gasp. He wanted to say something, but his vocal cords became stiff. Tenna watched the last tear roll down Spamton's porcelain cheek. His angel
He felt his pants getting tight. He bit his lip, holding back a whine. He looked so pretty when he cried; his face felt hot.
Spamton could see how Tenna's body started to tremble in restraint. His fangs were biting into his lip. Before drool dropped upon Spamton's stomach.
“[Trash Heap]?” Spamton tried shifting back on his elbows.
Tenna pounced, pushing him back down into the cushion. When Spamton gasped, Tenna captured his mouth. It was suffocating, demanding.
Spamton tried pushing his head away. But Tenna's grip on his hair grew rougher. Making tiny fractures aganist his scalp. It was too much; he couldn't take it. Tenna was being too rough. Tears started to well up, and it made Tenna's heart woozy.
He instantly pulled off. Spamton let out a choked cry, gasping for air.
“Spammy, I—I'm so, god, I'm so sorry; I didn't mean to!”
Tenna sat up with regret, wanting to give Spamton distance. But Spamton grabbed his finger. “Please [[pretty please]] stay.” he sounded exhausted
Tenna looked back, confused. He took in the scene. Spamton's cheeks were flushed with a pale shade of velvet. His hair was a mess, and his thighs trembled. His voice was shaky, but it came out in pants.
He yanked more “Please [10S] please dont [Oh, don't leave]”
Tenna moved back onto the couch. He watched as Spamton moved back, creating some distance. They just sat there before Tenna broke the silence.
“You liked that, didn't you?” he said bluntly, turning over to look at Spamton.
Spamton looked at his hands, sniffing, before meeting Tenna's gaze. He looked conflicted; he honestly didn't know how to feel. Why was he already missing the feeling? What was wrong with him?
He touched his face; his jaw was chattering. Tenna placed his hand over spamton, causing spamton winced. He slowly brought spamton hand aganist his lips,kissing it deeply. "Im sorry, I love you spamton". He let spamtons hand go.
“How deprived were you without me?”