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“And over here, we have the gambling district… A lot of the [valued employees] of ADworld like to come over and spend their [rubies] here, which is just better for me, I get their salaries right back.” Spamton sighed as if basking in his own clever ideas. He then trailed into another long rant about how everything was almost perfect until this or that problem arose.
Tenna sat on his shoulder, hardly processing the scene around him. This was the third or fourth ‘district’ his former business partner had taken him to. All of it just seemed so… Unrecognizable compared to seven years ago. This used to be his studio, his employees. Sure, they didn’t seem to like how inefficient he was at running things, but surely they can’t actually be… Happier now? Now that he’s gone?
“[Ant and roach spray], are you even listening?” Spamton said, poking the CRT with his pinky finger, which was now almost as large as Tenna’s body Tenna nearly would have fallen off of Spamton’s shoulder with that poke, if not for his strong grip on his disembodied head keeping him leaning forward. Tenna lifted his head upwards and tilted it forward a few times to nod, a small, embarrassed smile on his face.
“You know, how does that head even work? Your [short king] body ends at that hole there… There’s a kind of [glooby] goo there too…” Spamton said, picking Tenna up and looking at the living artifact in his palms.
Spamton carefully picked Tenna’s head up between two fingers and observed the bottom, which indeed dripped out a bright pink slime-like substance. Spamton caught the substance on his middle finger and took a lick, imagining it might taste like a pink indigestion medicine. Instead, Spamton, through this tiny drop of slime, tasted every second of garbage dwelling and unsavory acts of survival Tenna had committed since being ousted from this world.
“You taste like [$$$$]ing garbage, Tens,” Spamton said, carelessly dropping Tenna’s head onto his other palm. “How long has it been since you washed yourself?” Spamton walked out of the gambling district with Tenna in his hand, not hearing the hundreds of Pippins running the place giving a collective sigh of relief.
“I’m sorry, I haven’t in so long, not since they- the Dremurrs- took me away.” Tenna said, grabbing at his dropped head, which thankfully was not hurt. Spamton sneered at Tenna at first, but soon, his sharp eyes softened and a smirk grew on his face.
“I see.” The salesman said dismissively. Spamton walked to the high rise with his suite in the heart of ADworld and shrunk himself. The white-skinned man went from being large enough to put Tenna’s entire body on one finger to ‘small’ enough that Tenna’s body could only barely fit on one hand. Tenna looked up at Spamton with a big, dopey smile as he sat in Spamton’s arms.
“I usually would never shrink for the likes of [outdated technology that needs replaced?] but-” Spamton shrugged casually, still carrying Tenna in his arm. “I guess I’m in a good [mood stabilizer].” Spamton said, giving Tenna the fake ‘I’m being different from the norm, just for you’ smile that Tenna had seen convince Spamton’s customers so many times, but something about it seemed more real.
“Where are we going?” Tenna said, noticing his former business partner walking into an elevator.
Spamton looked back at Tenna and sighed. “I can’t have people in my dark world that smell and taste like [free cryptocurrency!], I’ll just [potpourri] you a little in my suite and then we can get back on our tour. I was gonna show you my [high rent weighing you down?] anyway.” Spamton explained.
“You’re going to clean me? Privately? Without any of the Darkeners that work for you? Wow…” Tenna replied, gripping his head somehow harder as his body rested in the area between Spamton’s elbow, chest, and shoulder. Tenna hadn’t felt a comfortable fabric like Spamton’s suit in years, and he basked in the softness of Spamton’s white blazer.
“Yeah yeah, just don’t get weird about it…” Spamton said, his head facing away from Tenna. The duo then entered the penthouse proper. The penthouse was almost entirely white, with everything having a clean, sanitized look to it. Based on the room layout, Tenna recognized the area as his old room from way back when with some more space and much higher ceilings. though Tenna never quite had the resolve to keep it so clean.
Spamton placed Tenna on a large table similar to a kitchen island counter and positioned his head and body slightly away from each other, each facing an opposite direction. Tenna’s head was placed with the back touching the marble countertop, his eyes looking straight into the fluorescent lighting above. Although he was always helpless against someone like Spamton in this form, he couldn’t help but notice how truly at the salesman’s mercy he was now, his head separated from his body, not one employee around to witness whatever happens next…
“Mike, swab kit please,” Spamton said casually, snapping his pointy fingers a few times. Tenna saw only Spamton’s snapping fingers, having no clue what ‘the swab’ was. Either way, it wasn’t like he had a choice. “Ah, yes, that one.”
From the corner of Tenna’s gaze, he saw a giant stick-like object with a cotton tip held between Spamton’s fingers. Spamton dipped this cotton into some sort of pool of strongly smelling liquid. Spamton slowly lowered the stick onto Tenna’s screen-face, slowly wiping it from side to side until he got all of Tenna’s face.
Spamton then took the cotton swap off of Tenna’s face and whistled quietly. “God, you’re filthy…” He showed the small Darkener the tip of the swab, now covered in a blackish brownish layer of grime.
Tenna’s little smile grew just a bit, just knowing that his former business partner was taking time out of his doubtlessly busy day just to clean him. “I should have come here earlier if I knew I’d be getting this treatment.”
“Shut up.” Spamton scoffed at the CRT, but he still kept cleaning him, this time using the other end of the cotton swab to neatly clean the outside of Tenna’s screen as well as the sides of his head. Spamton worked silently, his eyes narrowed as he stared at Tenna.
Tenna’s screen only grew hotter as Spamton continued his diligent work, he didn’t dare say anything else. Tenna was dumbfounded how Spamton could even give him such attention. Upon their first meeting after so long, Tenna thought that he had no business even being noticed by Spamton, especially after the outdated darkener ran this dark world that used to be his own into the ground. Maybe now though, it meant something deeper, the fact that Spamton cared enough to attend to him, no matter what excuse he came up with as to why.
Spamton picked up Tenna’s head to swab the back and the antennas, just as gently and diligently as before. Something about being in that position tickled Tenna, he was being worked on so personally and so carefully, all by such a seemingly uncaring man.
“Close your mouth.” Spamton said, and Tenna obediently did so. The head Addison pulled out a sort of spray from the counter. He sprayed Tenna’s screen with the solution a few times before pulling a handkerchief from his jacket, the yellow handkerchief right next to his big showy “AD” lapel pin. Tenna had not thought of himself as having particularly bad eyesight before, but after being wiped down, everything seemed so much clearer. Spamton’s face especially, it was so clear now. It was still the same handsome face you felt the need to give everything to, whether he sell you a Cungadero, a pair of sunglasses, or your entire dark world…
Spamton put down the handkerchief. From the corner of Tenna’s vision, he noticed a stitch on the handkerchief reading “Spamton and Tenna’s TV Time!” Tenna decided not to say anything about it.
“Well, your head is clean [Trash Heap], but now for your body…” Spamton gently placed Tenna’s head back on the counter perpendicular to his body, so he got a full body view of himself. Tenna’s body laid flat on the countertop like a corpse. Of course, it wasn’t that Tenna couldn’t move it, but something about Spamton’s presence seemed to tranquilize him.
Spamton used his large fingers to gently unbutton Tenna’s jacket, as if he was playing with a doll. Once Tenna’s jacket was off, Spamton placed it close to his conical nose and sniffed it, once again smelling the results of seven years of caked on filth. His expression turned sour once more.
“Ugh, [God loves you], [$$$$]ing.. Gross…” He spat, throwing Tenna’s jacket carelessly to the floor. Spamton didn’t bother looking at the other clothes, he removed Tenna’s striped shirt, a turtleneck that bunched on his upper chest, and he unbuckled his pants, slipping them off and throwing them on the ground with the same casual attitude one might change the clothes of a mannequin. As for Tenna’s shoes, he was able to simply flick them off. Tenna sat in his underwear, still motionless.
“Spammy, is this really necessary?” Tenna said from the side of the counter, no louder than a peep. Spamton glanced over at him coldly and raised an eyebrow.
“Spammy? Do you really think that name is appropriate anymore? After everything I’ve done- after everything you’ve done, [boob tube]?” His eyes kept only an energy of collected, concentrated cruelty. Tenna’s antennae went limp as Spamton prepared another swab.
“I remember my time in cyber city… That [abyss] makes you stupid. It makes you subservient. I remember you, [cathode], you used to have a real head on your shoulders,” Spamton looked up for a second before snickering at his unintentional joke. “Now? You got smaller and you hang on my every word like a [$$$$]ing bug. Now you’re [$$$$]ing pathetic and you still have the gall to call me ‘Spammy’ like you’re still the big shot here.”
Tenna knew it was wrong to feel anything for this cruel puppet master, the one that took everything from him, and yet…
Something inside of him yearned for his attention more with every word. He was reminded of the old days with Kris, Toriel and Asriel, where every rare second they spent looking at his malfunctioning screen gave him a gentle euphoria. He felt this same sensation now, mixed with a tinge of guilty, ruined arousal. He would give anything for this moment to continue.
“I’m sorry… Would you rather I call you Spamton?”
“I guess that’s the bare minimum…” Spamton sighed, his brows still furrowed.
“In that case… thank you, Spamton.” Tenna said, one arm attempting to reach out to his face. Spamton leaned upwards to avoid the physical contact.
“Um, you’re welcome? Saying that doesn’t make me see you as any less pitiful.” Spamton said with a look somewhere between upset and satisfied. The head Addison then pinned down Tenna’s arm with two fingers and began to clean it with the new cotton swab.
Tenna’s metal body was separated at the joints like an articulated doll, with each joint being clogged by some sort of blackish gunk. A few swipes of the large cotton swab on his metal skin did wonders for its cleanliness, with Tenna’s arm going from a muddy dark gray to a still scratched and worn but cleaner light gray that shined in the overhead light.
“Tens, look at that. You’re [spick and span!].” Spamton gently lifted the clean part of Tenna’s arm up so the CRT could have a good look at it. Spamton continued to clean Tenna’s arm and hand with the cotton swab, so gently taking the time to circle each finger and each joint.
Even with Tenna’s head being removed, he felt every tiny movement of the cold and wet cotton swab on his body. This sort of sponge bath from the salesman that was four times as large as him was absolutely humiliating, and he could not get enough of it. Tenna spread his fingers when asked, he rotated his arm around when asked, and eventually, his whole arm was clean, including his joints. It all felt like paradise not needing to think, simply having the large Darkener care for him, with any sense of shame put aside.
While cleaning the second arm, Spamton took occasional glances at Tenna’s head, which for a few minutes now had been making a noticeable whirring sound, like an old fluorescent light. “You seem to really [like and subscribe!] this, Tens,” he sighed, gently scraping the side of Tenna’s head with his nail. “Don’t tell me you’re getting [hot deals] from this [$$$$].”
Spamton poked Tenna’s chest with the chilly swab. “Does this feel that good to you, [cathode]?” He looked at Tenna’s face with a knowing smirk.
“Well, yes, I mean- no, I mean-” Tenna’s voice cut out as his face glitched with black and white fuzz. The buzzing sound he emitted only grew in volume.
“Look, I don’t care, [trash heap] Just…” Spamton thought for a second, choosing his words very carefully. “Know your place.” He said, trying his hardest to feign the coldness that usually came so naturally to him. Tenna could see that Spamton was enjoying himself. Spamton cleaned Tenna’s waist with a confident smile on his face.
“I know my place,” Tenna pointed to Spamton with his clean hand, “Big, new, modern, has authority,” Tenna then pointed to his disembodied head with his dirty hand. “Small, old, outdated, incredibly lucky to be alive let alone be cared for like this…” Tenna sighed, wringing his dirty and clean hand together.
“That is pretty harsh, Tens, but if that’s how you see things…” Spamton shrugged and resumed work on Tenna’s chest and waist. “You aren’t wrong.”
Another gentle sequence of cleaning ensued, with Spamton using the same pinpoint precision to clean Tenna’s other arm. Through it, Spamton offered a few more glances and smiles towards the CRT, almost as a reward for his admission of inferiority. Tenna ate it up, not being able to take his gaze off of the salesman. There was a quiet understanding of power dynamics between the two, as if their gazes silently gave away their perspectives.
“That should be it for your front side, [trash heap]. Come, look at yourself.” Spamton picked Tenna’s head up so the small Darkener could have a clear look at his clean body. Tenna’s body shone and sparkled just like it did all of those years ago. There were scratches and nicks, sure, but he was presentable again, no longer looking like the old TV that belonged in a garbage can.
“Oh Spamton… I don’t know what to say, thank you!” Tenna said. Little bolts of electricity began to emit from the bottom of the CRT’s head as the slimy substance began to leak out from the matrix of his head hole.
“Don’t mention it, [sweetheart], ” Spamton’s eyebrows furrowed at his unintentional words. “But we aren’t done.” Spamton gently put Tenna’s head down and flipped his body over, as if it had no autonomy of its own. Tenna’s arms were already clean from all angles, but his back and legs had yet to be worked on.
Spamton noticed a peculiar bunching of… Something beneath Tenna’s underwear. Clearly it wasn’t his dick, but instead some kind of long rope. “Tens, what is-” Spamton pulled Tenna’s underwear down slightly to reveal a sort of tail. The black tail stuck out from just at the bottom of his hips, and it took the appearance of a black electrical cord complete with a power plug at the end. “Since [when? How?] did you have a tail?”
Tenna’s antennas perked up slightly. “Well, I tried hiding out at Queen’s mansion after being put in Cyber CIty-” Spamton began once again cleaning Tenna with a swab, this time getting his back. Tenna whined quietly at the first touch. “Queen caught me eventually, and even though she spared me from the acid moat, I did get splashed with battery acid right there. A few of my wires came loose, I tried to fix it, and I patched it up more or less, but I couldn’t fit that one back in.” Tenna’s now loose tail wagged freely as he recounted his story.
“And it just… Moves on its own now?” Spamton said, narrowing his eyes.
“I guess so…” Tenna said back with a tone that could only be described as pitifully glooby.
“So what happens if I…” Spamton gently ran two fingers up and down the tail. To him, it was thin and small enough to be like a noodle.
Tenna’s face looked perturbed; the CRT tried so hard not to make a noise in response to this sensation, which was blatantly sexual to him. Tenna’s tail was incredibly sensitive, that’s why he kept it tucked away. Just one stroke was enough to send a quite literal jolt through his body that made his neck squirt a bit of that pink liquid upward. Spamton saw right through Tenna’s awkward look, he was enjoying this.
“Oh, looks like you can’t [feel the power].” Spamton smirked at the CRT as he began to wrap the cord around his pure white finger. “I suppose you won’t mind if I try to pull it out then, hmm? Wouldn’t that be so much easier if you got rid of that pesky cord?” Spamton crooned, his tone indicating more knowledge than he let on. The salesman knew that the cord was melded to Tenna’s body, it didn’t take a genius to recognize that, but if the small Darkener struggled to stay calm with a simple stroke, Spamton could only imagine what a pull might do.
Tenna’s body scrambled, trying its best to pull his tail away from Spamton’s finger with one hand. Tenna had never felt that wire pulled, and to have such a lewd and potentially even violent action done near his former business partner and the keeper of this dark world? That would be humiliating! Tenna’s hand pulled and pulled the tail away with all of his strength, yet he made no progress. Tenna’s hand kept frantically grabbing for the wire before being unceremoniously pinned to the table with a few of Spamton’s large fingers.
Then came the pull. If Spamton’s finger running down Tenna’s tail sent a little jolt of electricity through his body, then this pull sent a full on surge of electricity through Tenna’s body, enough that he even felt it in his head five feet away. The CRT couldn’t help himself, he let out an absolutely filthy moan loud enough to fill the entire room. Tenna’s attention was locked on the pristine man in front of him, who had no look of shock or offense, but instead an absolutely devilish grin, one that was at once reveling in Tenna’s pleasure and his humiliation in equal measure.
“Fuck! Spamm-Spamton!” Tenna whined. Tenna’s useless body felt even more at Spamton’s mercy as it was yanked up into the air by his tail. His hands and feet scrambled for the table he previously laid on, but he was airborne, only anchored to the Addison’s finger. The most Tenna could do was swerve his body around and climb up onto Spamton’s finger to make the intense stimulation calm down. Tenna fell the first couple of times, but eventually, he sat in the palm of Spamton’s hand. Although Spamton was not nearly as large as earlier in the night, and now Tenna’s body took up all of Spamton’s palm, he still felt so small next to the glowing Darkener above him.
Spamton simply snickered at the outdated TV’s small body. “What happened to your parental controls, Tens?” Spamton cooed, looking down at Tenna’s body lying flat on his hand. Tenna’s body was shaky, his hands fidgeting, his legs struggling to stay still. Spamton continued to revel in his own grandeur when he saw something on the smaller Darkener.
“Oh my [hyperlink blocked], Tens, you have to see this.” Spamton purred. With two fingers, Spamton picked up Tenna’s head and placed it on a high shelf, around the height of Spamton’s neck. Tenna got a much better look at the Addison’s expressions from this angle, as well as his own trembling body. As Tenna quickly scanned his body, he noticed what he imagined Spamton was speaking about. Tenna not only had a noticeable erection, but his underwear was absolutely stained with precum. Upon noticing the erection, Tenna scrambled to cover it by crossing his legs, only to feel the pressure of Spamton’s index and middle finger separating his legs. Tenna could not help but let out a small yelp.
The AD snickered at Tenna. “Nope, can’t hide that from me [cathode].” Spamton used the two fingers to gingerly remove Tenna’s underwear, revealing more filth underneath, the large Darkener tossed Tenna’s underwear away with the rest of his clothes. Tenna’s legs were kept forcefully spread open once the Addison’s fingers were free again. The CRT was embarrassed that such an authority could see him fully exposed, but by this point, he welcomed his own humiliation at the hand of the salesman.
Tenna was drunk enough on this feeling of arousal that he said something regrettable: “You probably shouldn’t touch me down there, It’s yucky…”
“No? Then that creates a problem for me, Tens,” Spamton said, dragging his nail across the metal of Tenna’s body. “Looks like there’s only one other place I can use then.”
“What do you mean?” Tenna said. Spamton’s finger continued to scrape Tenna’s chest, slowly moving up to his pink and yellow neck cavity. Spamton’s large finger scraped the outside of the cavity, which was damp with the slimy substance. Tenna mildly recoiled at the thought of Spamton touching his neck cavity at all, let alone penetrating it. He touched Spamton’s finger as a gentle plea to be careful. “Go ahead…”
Spamton slipped his pointer finger into Tenna’s neck cavity. The first thing Tenna felt was the pressure as the salesman’s finger bypassed the initial sort of slimy barrier to enter into his torso proper. Following the pressure was a mix of pain and pleasure. It hurt to have this man that was five times his size holding him by the tail with one hand while scraping around in his chest with the other, let alone with such a long, pointed nail. And yet, and yet, it was the best thing Tenna ever felt. This is what he wanted, right? He craved attention more than anything else in his life, and what was this sexual experience if not giving him exactly what he craved?
Tenna’s torso was filled with cords and wires, strewn about as if they haven’t been put in place in a very long time. The inside of Tenna’s chest was filled with this slimy substance that completely coated Spamton’s finger. Spamton began to incidentally touch these cords as his finger sunk deeper into Tenna’s body. The sensation stimulated the CRT even more, finally making him moan loudly, a pure expression of labored, painful bliss. Tenna didn’t dare touch his cock though, not with his glimmering clean hands.
Tenna’s head whirred and buzzed wildly as he whined in pleasure, but the AD didn’t give him one look. Spamton’s focus was solely on Tenna’s body as he began to pump his finger in and out of Tenna’s chest cavity. Tenna was a glooby mess, uttering no words, and thinking no coherent thoughts; only moans of pleasure and winces of pain.
Eventually, mercifully, Spamton deigned to look at Tenna. His look was not kind, his eyes had no mercy, his face only conveyed cruel, mocking smugness. That look, that damned look was the push Tenna needed to climax.
But no, no, Tenna can’t come so quickly, he wouldn’t dare squander the kindness Spamton offered him so soon. Spamton offered him cleanliness, pleasure, attention. How dare Tenna even consider having an orgasm when he was offered such mercy? Tenna needed to hold on, just for a bit, it was the least an outdated piece of tech like him could do for a being like Spamton.
“Wow, Tens, you really like my finger, huh?” Spamton cooed, pulling his finger out. “I didn’t take you for a fucking whore.” The Addison used his now free hand to wipe his finger off with the previously used handkerchief, and it was eventually free of Tenna’s slime. For a second, he seemed surprised at his curse not being censored.
“Do you.. Am I too loud? I’m so sorry…” Tenna fretted, grasping the area his head used to be with his hands.
“No, it’s not that, you’re cute when you’re loud, I just.. I want to test you, it’s funny seeing you like this,” Spamton said, now holding up two fingers. Tenna’s body tensed up, his hands now laying flat at his sides, he didn’t dare touch himself. “If you can take [uno], then surely you can take [two for the price of one!], right?”
Spamton slowly pushed his fingers into Tenna’s neck cavity…
And Tenna came.
Immediately.
Unceremoniously.
“God, I hoped for better… Guess you still need work…” Spamton murmured, slipping his two fingers out as soon as they came. “Ew, you made a [$$$$]ing mess.” He sneered at the semen-like substance now covering Tenna’s and legs, as well as his own pristine hand.
A wave of humiliation swept across every facet of Tenna’s being. After all this time, after all this effort he wasn’t good enough. Tears welled up, from where he didn’t know, but he felt moisture run down his cheeks. The tears didn’t stop, they dripped from his screen down onto the shelf his head sat on.
Spamton looked over at his former business partner and for a second, he seemed remorseful. “Look, you couldn’t take it this time, but maybe next time you won’t [suck and blow] so bad.” Spamton put Tenna back down on the kitchen island.
“Next time…?” Tenna said from the shelf, his voice still shaky from crying.
“Yeah, why else do you think I’m cleaning you? You [habitate] here now, maybe if you’re [lucky winner!] you can work for me too, you’re going to stay in this dark world for the time being [trash heap], with me.” Spamton said, feigning casualness. “Speaking of.. You still aren’t done.” As if their encounter was nothing, Spamton took Tenna’s head back down and began the cleaning process anew with Tenna’s legs.
“Me? Stay? with you? No, no, I don’t deserve it. I’m garbage, I’m filth, I’m-“
“God, can you shut up? Yeah, you are, but you’re here now and you’re going to [$$$$]ing live here whether you like it or not. So just shut up and enjoy my mercy, it’s not something I give everyone.” Spamton sighed, quickly finishing up Tenna’s hips with the swab.
“I… Yes sir…” Tenna sighed. Spamton glanced at Tenna upon him saying ‘sir’ before going back to cleaning his leg. Tenna swore he saw the tiniest ghost of a smile on the AD’s face. Tenna continued to be cleaned, and he dared not move a muscle. The two sat together silently until the very end of the process.
“Mike, new clothes for the [cathode].” Spamton snapped twice, but no clothes showed themselves. The salesman sighed, “Mike, I know you can hear me. Clothes. Now.”
Once again, from seemingly nowhere, a cart was wheeled into the room by seemingly nobody carrying little Tenna-sized clothes. Tenna’s new clothes consisted of a plain gray t-shirt, a black suit jacket, some simple black dress pants, and some shoes not dissimilar from what he wore before. In fact, the whole outfit reminded Tenna of what he wore before, but everything was so much fresher and newer.
Tenna reached for the clothes, but his hand was smacked away by Spamton’s. “I undressed you, I should dress you too,” Spamton said. “Ugh… Mike, you didn’t even [key get] him any underwear, are you kidding me?” Spamton rolled his eyes and mumbled something about never being able to find good help.
Spamton slipped the shirt onto Tenna’s body. It was scratchy, and Tenna could tell that it was made quickly and cheaply… But it was clean. The jacket felt the same: Undeniably low quality, but still better than the patched up, disgusting clothes he was wearing before. Eventually, a smaller cart wheeled itself with suitable underwear for Tenna, which Spamton gently slipped on, followed by him putting on Tenna’s pants and shoes. On the same tray as Tenna’s new underwear, there also sat a pair of black gloves, which Spamton simply slipped onto Tenna’s little hands.
For a second, Tenna felt like a common fashion doll being worked on by this gigantic man, having the buttons of his jacket meticulously buttoned by his large hands. The CRT couldn’t help but still get the feeling of butterflies in his stomach.
After a quick lint roll, Tenna’s body was finally finished, and Spamton returned Tenna’s head to his lap. “Looks like that’s it [boob tube], how long did that take…” Spamton checked the watch underneath his suit jacket. “What the [fifty percent off!], it’s that late?! I’m usually asleep by now!” Spamton groaned.
“Where do I go now?” Tenna asked, holding his head gently with his hands. It felt nice finally being whole again, as whole as he could be, anyway.
“Uh… [$$$$].” Spamton said, his eyes darting from room to room, as if searching for somewhere he could stay. “Look… Look, I’m not gonna give you the [pretty pretty princess] treatment forever, but you can sleep in my bed tonight.” Spamton said, scratching his neck.
“Thank you Spamton, thank you so much!” Tenna exclaimed.
“Just um.. Follow me.” Spamton said. The salesman nodded over to his bedroom. Tenna hopped down the little clothing carts as if they were stairs and eventually stood next to the AD. Even accounting for his noticeably poor posture, Tenna stood around Spamton’s ankles. With every step Spamton took, he had to wait five more seconds for Tenna to catch up.
Eventually though, Tenna made it to Spamton’s bedroom, and what a bedroom it was! Unlike the rest of his house, which was covered in pristine whiteness and huge expensive furniture, this room looked as though it was built for someone much smaller, like the size Tenna remembered Spamton used to be. Although the door to Spamton’s room was huge, the rest of his room was surprisingly cozy, there was even a more reasonably sized door within the larger door. The walls were painted in a calming sky blue. The furniture, instead of being marble or plastic like much of the rest of his apartment, was made of sturdy wood.
Then, Spamton shrunk. He finally looked fully like the man Tenna remembered from so long ago. He likely wasn’t taller than six and a half feet, which, of course, was still tall, but not huge like before. Tenna now stood about at Spamton’s lower torso.
“Huh, you shrunk more than I thought.” Spamton commented, seemingly to himself. As Tenna climbed up onto the bed, Spamton began to undress.
Spamton took his suit jacket off, keeping a keen eye on Tenna as he did so. Tenna was unsure if the look was a deterrent or an encouragement. Just to seem busy, Tenna took off his new jacket, pants and shoes and neatly folded them at the end of the bed, a part of him hated doing this so soon after Spamton diligently put these clothes on him, but he needed comfort too.
Tenna scooted over to the pillows of the bed and rested his head on one, trying his best to look respectfully at Spamton’s undressing. Tenna could see Spamton making a bit of a show out of the process, definitely taking it slower than usual. This was probably bait, but Tenna wasn’t going to make a comment on it, as much as he wanted to tell Spamton how handsome he was.
Eventually, Spamton, who was now only wearing a white tank top and his underwear, walked to bed and laid in the sheets. He gazed at Tenna for a brief second with a conflicted expression. Spamton’s posture seemed neutral, relaxed even, but his eyes were tinged with a melancholy look, like he had some sort of sadness seeing Tenna beside him in bed after all these years.
Tenna scooted closer to the Addison. “You know, after these seven years of just being hurt by everyone no matter where I turn, it’s nice to have someone who cares.”
“Cares… Right…” Spamton murmured, sighing to himself.
“And.. And I haven’t felt nearly anything so strongly in years, you made me feel…” Tenna sighed, trying to find the right words. “When you talked to me and touched me, when you acknowledged me, I felt alive in a way I forgot I could.” Tenna said, tears once again falling down his face.
Spamton turned to the CRT and sighed “Look, I don’t know how to feel about you being back after all this time,” Spamton sighed “But even though you were so easy to please and Cyber City made you into a subservient little [ant] compared to before… I still like you, and I still see the same spark from back then.”
Back then… Tenna remembered back then. It was the time neither of them spoke of when they met again. It was simple, they were in love back then, a passionate love that neither Darkener wanted to end. But then, it did, and neither of them seemed to fully recover.
Tenna scooted to within arms reach of Spamton, taking his head on the pillow with him. “Back then…”
Spamton’s face looked conflicted for a second, but he eventually held the CRT close in his arm. “Back then.”
Tenna’s cheeks cleared up of any tears. “Whatever we just did.. I would be happy to do it with you again. I always wanted to have that star power you seemed to naturally always express, but maybe my place isn’t there. Maybe my place is on your shoulder, helping you be the best you can be.”
Spamton smacked his lip. “I admit it, seeing you as a [mess!] made me happy and.. And I want to see it again,” Spamton looked away and narrowed his eyes “You wouldn’t survive without me, anyway.” Spamton’s last statement felt tacked on, as if to preserve some part of his ego. Spamton reached for Tenna’s hand, now finally a compatible size.
“You’re right, I wouldn’t, I should just stay with you, big shot.” Tenna said, fully acknowledging their new dynamic. He held Spamton’s bare hand, it was soft and large, something about it felt safe.
“Good boy…” Spamton whispered. He turned off his bedside lamp and took a look outside at ADworld, he controlled this entire empire, and yet he had only now just found his most prized possession.