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This peace is one that is new to me
If only I could trust in it fully
Then maybe our love wouldn't hurt.
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"I love you"
Words that are said before the deep calming slumber consumes the two that share this bed.
It echos through the mind of one that mind hums softly with the switching of channels and relaxed TV static.
And in attempt to do the same within the mind of the smaller being that shares this bed it ricochets into the violent glitching static and screaming nonsensical statements that acclaim this mindscape of yellow and pink tinted madness.
But despite this madness the being is able to find themself within breif moments of total peace.
And after many years of horrid unrest and vile mind shattering emptiness, these moments are cherished to a degree that is indescribable in words alone.
And so when these moments are interrupted by forces outside of the control of this puppet, it feels as though they are tied by strings once more.
And that feeling, that horrible feeling of loss of control, the loss of their very limited freedom.
It is Agonizing.
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Ringing..
Loud, Vile, Ringing..
It is the sound that snaps Spamton out of his sleep with violent force.
The statement this Ringing makes is one he wished to Never be force to listen to ever again.
Wished to never be helpless to its twisting control ever again.
Wished to never be trapped by its promises ever again.
And yet here he is.
Feeling trapped, Feeling Helpless, Feeling Controlled.
What is he going to do?
Is there anything they can do?
What can a puppet do once the strings are being pulled by forces that are above and out of its control?
Does a puppet have any control in the first place?
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Tenna is awoken by the sound of his phone (something that susie insisted he obtained) , and the slight rattling sound of a plastic shell shaking and gasps of static.
It takes tenna all of a second to have his screen flicker back to life with a warm radiating light and then jolt up and turn to the trembling former BigShot that lay beside him.
"Spamton?" The CRT asks with soft concern lacing his tone.
The well meaning TV gently reaches over to the horrified puppet but quickly snaps his hand back as he watches him flinch in response.
"S-sorry Spamton" the crt tries to not take that to heart but his screen does dim slightly and his expression falls.
But now is not the time for this.
In his focus on Spamton he had tuned out the Ringing of his phone, but he now hears it as he takes a moment to think of what to do.
And when he hears it it immediately hits him.
"Oh, right" he quickly turns over to the nightstand to turn off his phone.
"I'm so sorry spammy" the TV confessed as the ringing stops dead in its tracks leaving nothing but the sound of Tenna inner workings buzzing and humming softly as he moves back to look at spamton.
He is still shaking but he seems just a bit calmer now.
Tenna begins to life his hand towards Spamton but stops for a moment,
"I am going to touch your face, alright?" The CRT says firmly but warm.
The puppet gives a jagged nod and Tenna very gently and slowly holds the frame of spamtons face.
He just holds Spamtons face for a few moments before speaking once more,
"Can you breathe for me" Tenna speaks
The trembling puppet grips the hand that frames his face and takes a shaky, glitching, static filled deep breath.
The large CRT darkner offers his other hand for the smaller puppet darkner to hold.
Holding both of tenna's hands tightly helped to ground spamton in the moment, the cyber world darkner places his focus on the machenical buzz and hum of the TV host's inner workings.
After a few minutes of listening and holding onto tenna, spamton fully calmed down.
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