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“It was supposed to be an easy mission,” he said, voice coming out more even than he thought it would. “To exterminate a second grade cursed spirit.”
As soon as he was done speaking the lump in his throat was back. Something rising up in his chest that he couldn’t handle any more. Something that was seizing control of him. He grabbed the stool next to him and threw it to the side.
“Damn it!” He yelled.
It was something. A release.
Heavy silence followed as his tears began to flow. He repositioned the cloth and slung an arm over it, leaning back and looking up again. He breathed, pulling himself together before continuing. It felt important that Geto know what happened.Or:
An expansion of the scene with Nanami, Geto, and Haibara in the morgue -
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Spamton G. Spamton and Anthony Tenna want to seal the deal. Becoming the co-star of TV Time wasn’t exactly in his plans, but with Tenna’s insistence he just couldn’t say no, despite the ominous warnings he’d received from his benefactor. Whatever happens, happens.
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The biggest mistake he ever made was picking up that phone.
Yearning to reconnect with Tenna after years of isolation, Spamton pays his former partner a visit. But when things don’t go as planned, Spamton resorts to desperate measures in order to get Tenna to recognize him.
The biggest mistake he ever made was letting Spamton walk out the door.
Now that the “Golden Age” of TV Time is over, Tenna spends every waking hour wondering which day might be his last. Without Spamton in his life to keep him from becoming obsolete, Tenna spirals into an uncertain future. He can’t figure out which is stronger: his resentment toward Spamton for abandoning him, or the intense pining for the love they once shared.
Try as they might to mend their broken bond, there is no recovering from this fatal error of their own creation.
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“I’m really excited we’re doing this,” Tenna whispered, voice a low buzz of static in Spamton’s ear before he pulled away and stood, fussily brushing dirt off his trousers. “I think we’re going to have a really beautiful partnership.”
“A lucrative partnership.”
“That’s what I said.” Tenna lingered for a moment, looking excited and awkward all at the same time and then stiffened, screen gone black and antennae standing at attention, a zap of electricity rippling between them. He raced off, floor thumping and warping wildly underneath the sheer weight of him, the whole set awash in light. “She’s here! She’s got her cup of hot cocoa ready and everything! Places, people, places! I don’t want to see any loitering! I don’t want to see any lollygagging! And, god forbid, I don’t want to see any LAGGING BEHIND! Come on, on the double, iiiiiiiiiit’s SHOWTIME!”
Spamton settled backstage in the uncomfortable folding chair that Tenna had set up for him and resigned himself to a dull evening of corny jokes and unbearably sappy ballads, only to be greeted with the most surprising fact of all.
Tenna was good.
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a fic for spamtenna week 2025! prompt: ON-STAGE.Series
- Part 1 of spamtenna week 2025
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