Spamton looked up and froze in fear. From the darkness came a tall Addison, casting a warm purple glow throughout the darkened trash zone. He wore plain navy pajama pants and a gray crew neck, a small logo for The Ion Hour embroidered on the breast. He looked ragged, exhausted, and soaked to the bone. They stared at each other in silence. Too long. "I-I didn't…" Tenna finally stammered. "I didn't think you'd be awake." Spamton studied him. "DID YOU [TheOriginalWalkman!] HERE?" Tenna swallowed. He nodded. "WHY. [DID YOU ?]. WALK. HERE," Spamton said slowly, "IF YOU DIDN T [think!]. I D BE AWAKE?" The Addison blinked at him. "I-I…" He fiddled with his hands. "I don't know." Spamton's heart was beating a bit too fast. He came back. He came back. It was probably nothing. It didn't have to mean anything. Right?
That's right, it's time for more Additenna!! Thank you once again to the wonderful @owlgams for this excellent AU. We're really getting into the thick of it now :)
How would Big Shot Era Spamton reach to AddiTenna? With whatever plot reason is needed for them to meet at that time.
Interesting question! If bigshot Spam was around to see Tenna's original form destroyed, he would've been caught up in the mailstrom that wiped the memories of all TV world denizens.
However, Tenna and Spamton had the classic departing that happens in canon BEFORE this could happen.
This was inspired by the songs "And Now For Today's Sponsors...!" and "MIKE, the BOARD, please!"
They sound SO much like Mario Party music, and when I started thinking about it, ch3 reminded me a lot of Mario Party for the GameCube, which I played a lot of as a kid. Specifically, I drew inspiration from Mario Party 7 since it was such a large part of my childhood. Tenna's design also just screams Mario Party host to me, maybe because he reminds me of MC Ballyhoo. The board is based on Neon Heights from Mario Party 7.
Spamton hadn't moved. The stranger was still shouting at him, but he had stopped hearing the words. His Tenna impression was spot on. Impossibly so, in fact. This Addison was perfectly mimicking a vocal tone that Tenna never once dared to use in front of a camera. A voice that emerged when Tenna became truly upset, which Spamton had a habit of making him. A rise in pitch, a shift towards whiny. A subtle softening of harsh consonants, betraying a lisp that the old presenter worked very hard to hide. But it was there. Spamton could hear it. He loved that little lisp. Now that Spamton had been startled into staring, he took a moment to look at this Addison properly. His claws — a feature that all Addisons had — were extended, but they were unusually long, enough to poke through his white cotton gloves. His lips were fuller than that of a standard Addison, and his current snarl revealed sharp teeth, nearly white instead of lavender. The hint of a fang. Those antennas, which Spamton had assumed to be part of his costume, were flattened against his head, perfectly tense. He was pulling on one of them absently. Spamton didn't catch the end of the man's rant, but it must have arrived. The pair were staring at each other in silence. The Addison sighed irritably. "This is pointless. I shouldn't have bothered to come here." He spun on his heel. "A waste of time," he muttered. Spamton panicked. "W 4IT."
A bit of a longer excerpt today, but... We're finally getting to the Spamton part of this supposed Spamtenna fic :) Enjoy!
Ion was under no delusions about exactly what he was. He was a plasma screen television, a 55" Panasonic GT50. He was purchased lightly used, although his prior owner never unboxed him. That was all he was. An object. And, someday, he would overstay his welcome, and the Dreemurrs would dispose of him. Perhaps sooner rather than later. Until that time, he would do the best that he could to run a tight ship. To provide value to his lightners in the exact amount that was required. But he was under no obligation to find passion in such a pursuit. Or anything, if he was being honest. Sometimes, he needed to be reminded to actually care. And Tenna was always the one who reminded Ion to care.
AND WE'RE BACK!
Chapter 2 of There Was More of Me is LIVE! I am aiming to post new chapters weekly from here on out, Thursday evenings EST.
Thank you to my wonderful betas @hatorbee and @abiwonkenabi-blog, and once again thank you to @owlgams for the use of her OC, Ion. He's been so fun to write, and I hope you enjoy! :)
Go read it! The characterizations of additenna and Ion are spot on and its a very enjoyable read!!
Tenna art by @9Aaaalt29 on twt
“And if you’ll give me 40% of the MOST POPULAR VOTE, I’ll give you my SPECIAL REWARD... A year’s supply of NON-GLOOBY SLIME!!! Never or BARELY used!!!” Tenna concluded his speech with a huge smile, jetting his hands up in double peace signs.
The crowd roared in confused enthusiasm as Tenna gave a gracious flurry of low-FPS bows, pausing only for the occasional stink-nose at his audience plants who weren’t throwing enough 3D roses.
Eventually, the room fell silent. It was Senshi’s turn to speak.
He puffed out his chest, took a long, sweeping look over the audience… and shook his head.
“I can see not all of you are eating properly.”
The crowd murmured with embarrassment.
“I don’t know who needs to hear this, but it’s time to take the turkey out of your icebox. I have seen the ingenious technology with which your people store food... and I have also seen the waste which results from such convenience.
“The food you take had a life. Beasts grew fat on the grass of the field, plants grew from the sun’s rays, and mushrooms grew from minerals in the cracks of caves. And yet, it sits in your iceboxes, collecting moisture until it perishes.
“Eat what is given to you. Because its life will make you stronger, too.”
Without another word, Senshi left his podium and stepped away from the stage. The crowd murmured in confusion. “Is he really like that?” somebody said. “I only remember reblogging the photosets of him tripping and showing ass.”
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Back in the Green Room, Tenna wrung his antennas nervously.
“Y-y-you think they liked me!? They HAD to!! I mean, I don’t know what Asgore was thinking, getting that weird haircut and running that food waste campaign, but… YOU thought I did good, didn’t you, Kris?”
Laios nodded aggressively, a streak of blue face paint peeling from his forehead.
“You did AMAZING, Tenna! By the way, now that we’ve seen all your insider campaign secrets, do you have any more videos of Susie? Especially her tail... If I could get a look at that, I could finally tell if she’s a dinosaur or --”
THWACK. Fake antlers butted Laios’s head.
“LAIOS?? Weren’t we dressed up to help SENSHI???” Marcille hissed, gesturing awkwardly with her hooves.
Suddenly, Tenna turned to the two adventurers.
“Hey, WAIT a second. SOMETHING’s not right here...”
Laios and Marcille held their breath.
“Where the heck are my POINTS!?”
Just then, the door opened. Chilchuck took one step into the room, whistling and holding a large bag.
Everyone turned to him.
Chilchuck paused, took a step backwards, and closed the door.
“CHILCHUCK!!!” yelled Tenna.
“How come Chilchuck got to stay Chilchuck!?” yelled Marcille at the same time.
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Meanwhile, in outer space somewhere, some guy was making out with a rock.