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It had been a normal day. A normal, boring, stagnant day, where nothing of note happened... just as it had been for so many years that Tenna had lost count of them.
But then it wasn't. It just wasn't.
He had been in the middle of filming when an explosion rocked the studio, sending the shadowy audience scattering. Tenna told Mike to cut to commercial just in time to leap out of the way of a laser careening for the stage, slicing it in twain, the wood and heavy curtains catching ablaze with blue fire.
Something was after them.
He directed his employees with a display of leadership so rarely shown… even if they were bound up in restrictive contracts, they were still his responsibility while under his employ.
“Lanino, Elnina! Evacuate everyone past the Green Room, into the backstage!”
Whatever was chasing them down was heavy, and it made the strangest noises as it pursued the Darkners.
Tenna grit his fangs and gave his hands a clap towards the ceiling, arcs of lightning striking it and collapsing the path behind him. Lanino shuffled nervously.
“I'm getting a feeling that… THING, isn't going to be stopped by some rubble, Mr. Tenna.”
“Which is why we're splitting up!” He gestured. “Do exactly as I said. Lead everyone else further into the studio. I'm… stronger than the rest of you. I can stop it…?”
Elnina squinted incredulously.
“You don't sound confident, Ant.”
He was not.
“Sure I'm confident! It doesn't sound THAT big and scary! I'll be fine! Now go! Or are you two forgetting your contracts…?”
The two weather reporters looked at one another, before nodding, leading the small army of Pippins, Zappers, and Shadowguys off…
The moment they were out of earshot, Tenna shuddered.
“Okay Anthony, don't panic. You're the King of TV World! You're Mr. Ant Tenna! You've got this! That big… scary… unidentifiable THING— has NOTHIN’ on you!”
The pile of rubble rumbled and Tenna squeaked and trembled, his antennae sticking straight up in alarm.
Slowly, the strange creature unearthed itself from the wreckage of the ceiling, a distorted cackle leaving it.
“Wh4t a [[How RUDE!]] gre3t-ting, [[State-of-the-art Cathode-Ray Tube Technology!]]! I5 thaT any [[MYYYY WAYYYYY]] to tr3At a [[old friend]]?”
The… monster, if it could even be called that, was rather large, though still not quite as big as Tenna himself [a plus!]. Its body was an odd, psychedelic, mismatched hodgepodge of various materials… plastic, fabric, fur, metal, silicone…
Its eyes glowed menacingly in the broken lighting of the green room, pink and gold, and Tenna tried desperately to keep the terror from his voice as he put up his dukes.
“I-I’ve NEVER seen you before in my entire LIFE, y-you FIEND!”
It cocked its head, before another glitchy chortle bubbled up from its brightly colored chassis. “D-D-Don't you R3coGniZ3 [[me and my husband…]]? Oh [[baby dolls, 15.99 for a limited time]]!”
It stalked towards Tenna on avian feet, claws extended.
“I'll m4kE you [[special memories saved forever, only $5.99 monthly]]! I'll make you [[mine, all mine]].”
Nope! Didn't like that!
Tenna clapped his hands, sending an arc of electrically charged bullets towards his opponent—
Who did not dodge. Didn't move. It just… took them. Head on. Like they didn't even faze it.
Tenna's antennae quivered, before he grit his teeth, panic lancing up his spine. He had to keep this thing BUSY, away from his employees… and away from him.
“Y-You stay the HELL away from me! Back! Back I say! G-Get… BACK!”
More bullets. More hits. Nothing. Only…
“HEeHehAeEhEaaEehAeHheaHeAHEAHEAH—”
Suddenly, with an unprecedented amount of speed, its eyes flashed, before it finally retaliated. Phone cords and odd green wires fired from the strange beast, ensnaring Tenna. The CRT squawked and pulled at them to no avail, his bonds seeming only to tighten the more he struggled against them.
Oh. Oh god. He was going to die.
Tenna whimpered and thrashed, and the monster just chuckled, cocking its head and humming as it admired its handiwork, the Darkner bound in wire and cord, suspended from the ceiling, arms tied behind his back and legs bound akimbo.
“Wh4t a pritty [[make your children's Christmas magical this year]. All for ME. I fe3L SO [[specil]], ANTHONY.”
Tenna stiffened. “You… y-you know my name…? How—”
The beast snorted, voice a bit creaky and wheezy. It extended a taloned hand and Tenna flinched, only to stare in bewilderment and mounting horror as it stroked the bezel of his screen like a lover's caress, claws lightly scraping the hard plastic.
“I kn0w moRe than [[THAT]].”
The claws traced from his screen, down his neck, playing idly with the visible bolts and that one thick wire that fed from his torso to his head, provoking a shiver from Tenna.
“W-What are you—”
“YOU [[WILL]] R3MEMB-B-BZ-BER. EV3N IF I HAVE TO- TO- TO- 2- [[broken apart and repaired, just like that!]] Y0U T-TO DO IT.”
The touch of that claw grew harsh and unyielding, and Tenna barked in alarm as it ripped down his front, buttons scattering and seams ripping as his blazer and dress shirt were torn right down the middle.
“H-Hey! W-What are you— s-stop! Those clothes are VINTAGE you know!”
The creature paid him no heed, tearing them apart further, until Ant's chest was exposed, much to the TV star's embarrassment.
“H-HEY! K-KNOCK IT OFF! I-I mean it!”
It paused to seemingly… stare at his bared torso. Slightly worn from age, made of metal, plastic… silicone around the ‘softer’ areas of the Darkner's giant body. Namely his… well, chest, as well as his stomach.
The creature made a teasing little coo.
“SOM3ONE'S BeEn eATInG a LITTL3 2 mUCH [[half-priced salami!]]. S0 pUdGy.”
Tenna's screen burned pink in sheer mortification. First the thing had attacked him, now it was shaming his body!?
“H-How dare you— “
“I [[loves ya, baby]]. F1TTInG.”
And speaking of fitting, the creature hooked a claw into his waistband, causing Tenna to stiffen up as an all new horrific realization came to mind. No. It wasn't… it COULDN'T—
His thrashing resumed. “N-No! G-Get away! Y-You can't— d-don't t-touch my—”
Ant gasped as that claw proceeded to rip a hole right through his pants, exposing his nethers to the cool studio air and provoking a stuttered moan from the CRT. He balked and tried to close his legs. “S-Stop—”
It just laughed, raising its arms to pry those thighs apart.
It continued to rip at the tattered fabric, widening the hole in it more and more, until–
“Oo0OooH! [[WHOA MAMA]], lo0K AT WH4T WE H-H-HX-HAVE HERE! SUCH A [[pritty]] LIL’ [[peaches on sale now!!]]...”
Tenna's screen threw off ludicrous amounts of heat, and he grimaced. Bastard—
He then shied away as he saw one of those hands reach for his cunt. “Hey! N-No! N— a-aaahHhhaaa~...”
The creature chuckled as it palmed his labia, rubbing the squishy lips and letting its odd, slimy black tongue loll out. It knuckled his clit and teased entering him once or twice… but didn't.
Tenna's panting filled the room around them to the brim, his mechanical heart rattling within his chest.
The beast hummed gently.
“I THiNk… [[your winner]]. YOuR ReD y!!”
‘Sweat’ gathered on Tenna's brow and he shook his head.
“I-I'm NOT. W-Whatever you're gonna do, STOP! Do not pass go!? Do NOT collect 200 points!? D-DON'T TOUCH ME????”
The cords and wires binding his feet fell away, just in time for the monster to grab his legs, keeping them pinned apart as it slotted itself between his thighs.
Tenna trembled in its hold, while the creature just stared at him with those gleaming, unsettling eyes and that blank, toothy grin. The beast casually groped at his rump, provoking a gasp, then another followed by a reedy little whine as it slotted their groins together for a moment, grinding that flat surface against his cunt.
For a moment, Tenna was relieved. It didn't have any… bits. So he was safe on that front!
Right?
“D0 y0u rec-rec-rec-rec-rec-rec— [[recognize your greatness today!]]? A-Ax-AnTh0nY. Anthony.”
Tenna grit his fangs as he snapped.
“NO. A-And if I’m being honest, I r-really don't WANT to!”
The beast cocked its head silently, like a questioning bird, and if Tenna didn't know better, he'd swear there was a hint of sorrow on its face.
Whatever was there melted away however, as it grinned and laughed. That glitchy, horrid laugh, that sounded as if every syllable was being punched from its lungs.
“HAEHAEHAHEHAHHEHAHAE— [[Now THAT'S good Television]]! FIn3.”
Tenna's mouth slowly fell agape in horror as something extended from that smooth groin, slipping between the cracks in its odd metallic armor like ink. It was lengthy, with no identifying characteristics in particular, tapered at the tip and as thick around as a soda can. It dripped a viscous, translucent gray liquid, and Tenna's fear and apprehension morphed into full blown hysterics.
“Oh god, What the hell is THAT thing!? Please, n-no—”
The creature held him closely as it adjusted its hips, gleefully ignoring the other's protests.
“M Y [[CRT servicing manual page 3]]...”
The press against his entrance made Tenna freeze, before his voice grew smaller.
“Please don't. P-Please… I-I d-don't… I-I haven't— i-it's been so LONG, d-don't—”
If anything, that acknowledgement only left the creature more eager, as it chortled again, before slowly pressing forward. Tenna tried to pull away, to impede its progress, but—
“A-AAAaah~!”
It was easily the biggest… thing, he'd ever taken, and he wasn't exactly a pure maiden???
“O-Oh, oh f[%$!], g-get it o-out, p-please—”
“D3eEP-p-3R??? CA N d0~!”
The creature continued to slide into his cunt unimpeded, Tenna's walls noisily squishing around its shaft. The TV let out a breathless sob and his thighs clenched audibly and noticeably in the monster's clawed hands. Its grip tightened in response, leaving scratches on plastic and small dents in silicone.
“[[WOAH MAMA]], y-Y0U f3eL SO [[Tight as a virgin, boy don't get nervous]]...”
Tenna whimpered helplessly. He was getting so full. He'd never been so full before, it was so much. He felt hotter and hotter to the touch as his capacitors began to overheat, the vents on the sides of his head steaming a little.
“G-Ghhk…. n-nngh~! O-Ooh… h-hhh, p-please—”
“That's- that's- thAT's- tH4tz— it. Ke3p MAKING tH4T sWE3T [[Now you can own this classical collection for only 49.99!]]...”
Tenna's breath came out in staccato huffs and he shuddered and writhed in his captor's grasp, a soft sob leaving him as he finally, finally felt the beast bottom out within his cunt.
“NnNn… haehaheha…. do you [[Recognize this young man]] y3t?”
Pitiful whimpers left Tenna as that uncomfortable fullness overtook him. 'Recognize'? HOW? He'd never seen this THING in his life! How was he meant to recognize? Clearly it was mistaking him for someone else, it had to be—
"P-Please— I'm a-awful s-sorry, I-I d-don't know— I don't r-recognize you, I r-really d-don't know w-who y-you a-are, I don't KNOW. P-Please let me g-go, please, I-I—!"
A breathless shriek tore from his throat as that first thrust struck deep within him, his thighs clenching and his teeth gritting so hard they might crack. Lubricant eased the way, dulling any pain into little more than a slight ache, but the fullness. Oh, how unfamiliar… how bizarre.
"Please stop, p-please, please please please- I-I'm s-sorry, I'm sorry—“
If he didn't know better, he'd say the beast rolled its glassy eyes at him.
“Y-Y0U d-Don'T n-Nx-N3Ed tO bE [[Sorry! I'm sorry! Please don't go!]]. Y0U jUsT n3Ed t0 [[Remember]].”
Its hands drifted and Tenna stiffened as they reached for the dials on his upper torso, panic lancing through him.
“N-NO! No, f-f[#%!], don't— D-DON'T TOUCH M-MY DIALS, P-PLEASE, PLE— AAAAAHHAA~!"
He wailed as pleasure ebbed along his capacitors and diodes, as the creature turned and twisted those little nodes …as it laughed at him... at his torment, his twisted pleasure, his pleas for mercy, its voice glitchy and distorted as it mocked him in a now eldritch tongue that he couldn't understand. Even if it was saying actual English words, like before, he was too terror stricken and full and hot to pay attention to them. Not with a thick length in his snatch and his clothes in tatters and clawed fingers teasing his dials as he was rutted into like a toy, hot slick oozing down his ass and onto the floor beneath them. Pleasure and horror played together in his mind on repeat...was this hell...?
All he could hope was that it would get bored of him soon. It had to get bored soon, didn't it…?
Everyone did, didn't they…?
The beast twisted his dial and knuckled his clit all at once, and Ant seized up as a reluctant orgasm overwhelmed him, his face going staticky and his voice catching in his throat as he came.
“F-Ff[%%%%$#!]~!”
His orgasm didn't seem to be the ending condition for this encounter, though… in fact, he was pretty sure it was fucking him harder now, huffing steam and holding onto Tenna as if the TV host would evaporate the moment it let go.
“O-Oh GOD, A-AHHH~! O-Oh— o-ohh, n-nngh, p-please, please—”
It felt … good. It felt so good. Too good. He needed it to stop, but it just kept going. When would it end...?
Apparently the answer was never. Because it was still. Fucking. Going.
His poor cunt spasmed as another orgasm ripped through him, the claps between its hips and his ass growing wetter, sloppier. Tenna gasped as sharp teeth bit at his exposed body, the beast nibbling at his silicone parts as it played with him… toyed with him. His dials were twisted yet again, and his thighs clenched, face fuzzy with static as pleasure made his brain go numb.
At some point (time had felt like a vague suggestion and he had become long since unaware of its passing), he felt something smacking against his drenched lips. Something larger than the beast's shaft. Tenna trembled, recalling a few nature channels, and immediately deciding he had NO interest in re-enacting them???
“I-I h-H4VE… [[presents for your sweetheart]] for y0U… wON'T y0U t-TaKE tH3M?”
"I-Is that a— n-no, no p-please, I-I can't. I CAN'T. That's t-too m-much, y-you'll— w-why are you d-doing this, j-just l-let me—"
His fear and uncertainty only seemed to assure the monster more, as it continued rutting against him feverishly. Tenna struggled in his bonds harder than ever… but to no avail. He was well and truly stuck. With a mighty groan from the creature, though, rather than being knotted as he assumed… something slipped through that tapered tip and into him. Something relatively small, but round. Something that made him freeze up. In shock.
In recognition.
A mixture of disbelief and terror gripped his chest, and he shakily inclined his head to look it— to look him— in the eyes.
"S… S-Spamton...?"
A broken, manic laugh escaped one Spamton G. Spamton as his hips rolled forward smoothly and his thighs pressed against the back of Tenna's ass. Lubricant overflowed from their union as those sharp metallic talons hooked into the tv host's clothes and the wires binding his prize began to tighten up again.
"SO [[Right now?]] H3 RECOGNIZES [[The one and ONLY!]] M-MX-ME…"
Glitching, echoing cackles and digital chirps rang out as he panted and his hips suddenly slammed forward again, provoking a garbled shriek from Anthony, whose walls spasmed around him… and the pipis that he'd lovingly planted in his soaked cunt.
Speaking of which? Spamton released a deep, glitchy purr as he slid in another, Tenna gasping and moaning in surprise.
There were two now inside of the CRT— but Ant was so large… he could fit a few more, couldn't he?
The scent of smoke filled the air and his talons ripped further past Tenna's pants to leave tiny dents in his chassis, right on the hips.
"But TH4T'S [[Too little, too late]] TH0UGH, [[Trash Heap]]. I'LL Sh0W YoU... Like I sHoweD [[them]]! I'll N-Nx-NEV3R [[I can't let you go]] AGAIN."
And with that said... more cords and wires began to join the fray, binding Tenna in place even further, all but immobilizing him. Tenna gasped and squirmed as another round object found its way inside his warm walls, another tear slipping loose from him, staticky and fuzzy as it dripped down the thick bezel of his screen. More strings of maniacal, broken cackling rung loose from Spamton’s chest... before he cocked his head far to the side with far too much flexibility for any vaguely humanoid being.Tenna flinched as he felt a lukewarm tongue glazing over the edge of his bezel, collecting little staticky zaps as his tears were licked away.
"I-I don't... I d-don't u-understand... w-why are you d-doing th— w-what HAPPENED t-to you!? S-Spamton, w-what IS a-all this!?"
"’WHAT HAP’— HAEHAHEHAHEHAHE!”
His voice shifted to a blood chilling digitally distorted monotone, glowing two-tone glasses going completely pitch black for just a moment. “[[You all happened to me]]."
The phone cords grew tighter, but Spamton's wicked sharp touch was terrifyingly gentle as his fingers caressed their way up and down Tenna's body with just enough pressure applied to rip his clothes off further... but not enough to leave anything deeper than dents on his form.
Because the not-so-little doll did care. Even if he detested that fact...
Tenna’s toes curled in his shoes and he sniffled gently and winced, his antennae curling away. He shuddered as Spamton (Spamton, right, this was SPAMTON—) lapped away his tears once again, grimacing as his joints creaked a bit in protest from the tight restraints, before staring up at Spamton in sheer confusion, nibbling his lip in embarrassment as more of his body was exposed. God, he hadn’t even had sex in… years, and now he was being entered and bared… by his ex no less.
”I-I don’t… I d-don’t… p-please stop— I-I can't— I c-can't take a-anymore of this... it's..." Despite the fear and the pleasure, he flashed Spamton a watery, slightly too wide smile, causing the salesman to cock his head contemplatively. "C-Can't we just... t-talk? Y-You're... mad, a-about something, I can s-see that, but maybe... m-maybe I c-can... h-help?"
NEO cocked his head… before he actually got closer and embraced Tenna, tighter than before.The CRT flinched as Spamton clung to him, and he seemed confused for a moment… before hesitantly speaking up again. Maybe his protests were getting through!
"T-This isn't... l-like you, old pal! You're not l-like... this, y-you don't do THIS!?! What...n-nngh— h‐happened, Spammy...? Y-You c-can talk to me! Aren't we p-pals? Partners? C-C'mon big shot, t-there's no need for all this!" He fawned desperately. One thing he could always appeal to in regards to Spamton was the other man's ego…
The larger Darkner could feel steam puffing over the openings of his speakers as the still hopelessly wired puppet finally spoke to him properly.
“Y0u Do-Oon't [Have you seen this person? Please CALL: $%e##@$^] ME AN– ANYM-0rE, [cATHODE]. ALL YOU CAN [BUY NOW!] IS [Don't touch that dial!]. BECAUSE I'M A [big shot] nOW. BUT NOT… NOt [[BIG ENOUGH]]. Hm. May bE– you can [YOU CALLED FOR HELP] AfTER ALL.”
Tenna felt a relief wash over him, hope blooming. There was a way out of this. ”T-That’s i-it! You’re right! Y-You're totally right. I-I can help! You don’t have to do this! T-This isn't you… l-let’s just… c-calm down, Spammy.”
The nickname burnt like acid on his tongue. This was Spamton. His former partner, Spamton. What happened…?
He tried to parse those tics, but he simply couldn’t understand…? They were too distorted, too bizarre. Nothing like the cute jingles and quips his lover had used so many years ago.
It wasn't like before. Spamton wasn't like before. What HAPPENED after he ran away? After their deal fell apart? After their love fell apart?
The studio lights flickered ominously overhead. It didn’t matter. He just had to reason with his old partner. His old lover. Talk him down from the ledge before... well, the line had technically already been crossed… but maybe he could at the very least get the younger Darkner to stop.
NEO kneaded his waist, snapping him out of his musings. “He Re. [[Presents Galore!!]] 4 y0U.” A throb from his loins surged through Spamton and Tenna’s forms, and the giant puppet shivered. Tenna’s heart sank and a choked gasp left him, the CRT pulling at his bonds desperately.
”N-NO— no no no NO, d-dang it, Spamton, S-STOP— u-UuuUuUNGH~!“ Tenna let out another breathless, pleasured moan as that third smooth mass slipped into the sultry, dripping wet heat of his snatch. It was hot, so achingly hot inside the older Darkner— a symptom of overheating most likely. The air smelled like apples…
He released a delirious moan and his thighs shook. ”Tuh… t-too m-much, I-I ca— ‘m-m gonna [!@#] a-again~…Spammy—”
Anthony whined and his cock throbbed above his belly. He hated this. He hated it. Hated.
‘But you’re wet. And it feels good. And it’s Spamton. And you miss Spamton, don’t you? You miss him. You love him. You looove Spammy so much. That’s why you wanted to get married, didn’t you? You even bought a ring! And then he left you! Isn’t that funny?’
‘That’s funny… right?’
A broken cackle filled the air, a cacophony of mania that echoed off of the walls… NEO’s talons clung tightly to Tenna's form. Once that precious pipis had made that pretty tummy curve out even further, Spamton grabbed at the elder Darkner’s thighs and lowered his head... his once beady, doll-like eyes now full and detailed, their irises asymmetrical and colored an uncanny, heterochromatic pink and gold.
He looked down upon Tenna like meat. Like prey.
And yet… in spite of how much he wanted Ten\na [fragmented], he did love him... oh, he loved him. He wouldn’t have kept that damned ring all these accursed years if he hadn’t.
So to feel him pulse and squeeze and leak around him and the Pipis he had stuffed inside- oh, what [glory]. What [joy].
"[Tsk Tsk Tsk] ANTH0NY!!! 0h hOW G O Od yoU SOUND, BAEbEy..! MaKINg M3– MAKING me– MAKING M-E-E-E– Haehaehaehaehaehae- YOU're goNNA [Cum in five minutes or less], BABydOLL? A-are you..? WELL D0nt LET ME STOP Y-Yoooou!"
Something about the pet name and the mocking laughter were inexplicably… doing it for him, and Ant released a gorgeous, strangled moan in reply. He’d never been so wound up and afraid and horny in his fucking life—
NEO took one of those dangerous taloned hands to the other Darkner's weeping cock, giving it a few firm, skilled pumps... while his hips rutted aggressively against his unwilling lover. Tenna stiffened and yipped as he was stroked, walls clenching and his internals grinding and whirring noisily, a mixture of organic Darkness and wires and pumps, packed beneath dingy white and grey silicone. His vision was going hazy. It felt so good, but so wrong.
The older Darkner’s cock, a hodgepodge of squishy silicone and shiny interlinked metal, throbbed and promptly spat out another few ropes of thick, tangy-scented jizz. God, his damned suit was ruined—
Ha. What a thing to care about now, of all times.
Wet claps filled the air and NEO's cock wriggled inside as it pumped out spurts of heated slick... steam was beginning to rise from their union, a symptom of overheating. Spamton's wings flapped loudly, and he leaned in to bite at one of the squishy curves of Tenna's beautiful tits.Tenna arched his back and moaned as those fangs sank into his squishy pec, leaving marks in it that would thankfully knit back together within a few days.
You know.
If he lived that long.
His balls kissed at Tenna's plump lips with each punishing thrust… so close. Spamton groaned and squished his form closer.
Fuck, this damned [cathode]…
The TV host almost seemed defeated… before he hazily recalled, from prior encounters, that Pipis were fertilized instantly. Despite his overheating internals and the pleasure leaving him dazed and disoriented, he squirmed and pushed himself back as much as he could with his limited hip movement, voice heavy with static and deliciously desperate.
”W[kssh]AIT, wait, d-don’t c[Kssht] i-inside, t-they m-might— I-I might—!”
Tenna shivered and sobbed pleadingly. "S-Spamton, please-"
The smaller Darkner narrowed his eyes behind those colorful glasses and he cocked his head in a curious manner... the pleasure building, and building, and building... but while there was a visceral crooked part of his mind that screamed at him to just fucking pump Ant full of his magic, breed him, make him all yours again–
Another part that was just as important managed to scream through the white noise.
[NO! PLEASE FOR ONCE, DO NOT-⚠️]
The error popup in his vision made him shudder viscerally from head to toe... Spamton clawed at Tenna's waist and pulled him CLOSER, slamming home once, twice, thrice. Tenna had nearly wept, the possibility of having to incubate three fucking Pipis driving him close to hysterics—
But thank every star above... right as NEO was about to finish, he emitted a terrifying series of little clicking noises and chirps, and buried his face against Tenna's torso... just like he used to do when he was cumming, decades ago. It was nostlagic enough to make Tenna nauseous.
His hips pulled back just enough that the long black tendril that was rearranging Tenna's inner mechanisms slipped out of his juicy cunt… and not a moment too soon, as ropes of sparkling seed spurted out of his tip in inky black rivulets, the pure magical liquid thankfully, blessedly only painting the insides of Tenna's thighs.
Spamton's wings flapped, kicking up a soft breeze, and he groaned before sagging a bit, holding onto Tenna's form and panting as he just stood there, dazed.
The TV went limp in his restraints as Spamton’s climax winded down, that starry seed dripping off his thigh, color bars flashing across his screen, before his display cut off, unsettlingly black and empty, his internals quiet. Almost… corpse-like…
Spamton pulled back to look at him, his gaze searching.
“[[Trash Heap]]? [[Cath0de]]?”
He stepped back, and those magical cords and strings vanished as he was lowered to the ground.
NEO looked the mess he’d made up and down. He expected to feel… pride? Delight? Satisfaction?
…he didn’t.
He took one step back, then two… before he finally just... took off, leaving the CRT on the ground. Filled, debauched, and most of all?
Alone. Just like he had been.
Why did that not feel good like it should...?
‘He recognizes you now. Good job.’