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Queen and Tenna have a game they like to play. It a simple game: chase. In concept, it sort of like hide and seek, with Queen hunting Tenna down. In practice, it's a lot less wholesome.
This now has a sequel: https://archiveofourown.org/works/85811126
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02 Jun 2026
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Alternatively Titled: Spamton's Chicken Noodle Soup for the Soul.
After so many years of static and noise, Spamton’s mind is finally clear. In the quiet that follows, he begins to gather the scattered pieces of who he once was, trying to rebuild something real with Tenna right beside him.
For the first time in forever, the universe seems to give him a second chance.
(Based on @owlgams "Post Neo Clarity Sucks Ass" AU.)
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31 May 2026
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Tenna does his best to ignore the way Spamton seems to deflate at his words, tail drooping behind him. He doesn’t know what’s gotten into him as of late but Spamton knows the rule; he was the one who’d made it after all.
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26 May 2026
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“I know it’s scary—“
Spamton barked out a humorless guffaw, a shudder wracking his body. “You aren’t the one with a [Easter surprise] up your [#%$@], T- [Tens across the ]— [tenner]— [10/10]!” Tenna’s name seemed to get caught in his throat, his voice rattling off similar phrases until he clamped his mouth shut and tugged at his own hair, though his fiery gaze was still locked on the CRTV.
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Tenna’s presence kick’s Spamton’s body into overdrive. Pipis ensues.
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11 May 2026
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It wasn’t that Spamton was delicate— he wasn’t. He was anything but. Rough and tumble, eager to spat; he got in more trouble than a censor on a Saturday night and had a missing tooth to prove it (though he absolutely hated it being pointed out). It was just… He was code and pixels and mumbo-jumbo Tenna didn’t care to understand while Tenna himself was sturdy, thick plastic and glass and silicone and copper wiring. He could be repaired, but how in the world do you fix broken code? It was so far out of Tenna’s wheelhouse it was a home run clear out of the park. ‘I don’t want to break him’, Tenna thought desperately, though it still made his stomach flip to think about.
or; spamton wants tenna to relax and gets far more than he bargained for
Bookmarked by terrorTier
10 May 2026