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Before Waxx could object, he fumbled and slipped his way out of his coat. It wasn’t his signature bright red, more of a relaxed burgundy, but Tenna still felt his desire to stake a visual claim over the object of his affections bubbling away in his chest. He draped it over Waxx’s shoulders, and it instantly dwarfed him, and he couldn’t suppress a little laugh over how it sagged around him. Waxx laughed lightly along with him, but the way he drew it tighter around himself and almost nuzzled into the collar made it not so funny anymore. As their joint insincere laughter fizzled out, they drew closer to eachother, closer still, cigarette forgotten and burning out in Tenna’s grip.
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In the light world, Waxx is a broken copy of the record containing Toriel and Asgore’s wedding song. In the dark world, he’s a retired singer, looking to add purpose back to his life. His search takes him to the set of Mr (Ant) Tenna’s TV Time.
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14 Sep 2025
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It's their own private joke. Their little hush-hush. A mutually assured, closely kept secret: Those censors are thrilling.
They've played with the settings. My, oh, my, how they've played. Off again, on again, a little slip of Mettaton's fingers on that switch to cut him off just long enough to hear that strangled yelp and bring him back again.
The tricky thing is, they create an absence of. That switch has no advanced settings. No filters. It's all or nothing, which can only take them so far. There's nothing to fight against. They are there, or they aren’t there, and that's all there is to it.
It just won't do.
Mettaton wants him straining.
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11 Sep 2025
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"A part of Battat wanted to believe he was special, but being Mike wasn't a one-person gig. In fact, sometimes three people barely felt like enough. Battat, Pluey, and Jongler each had their own personally customized Mike costumes, and each took turns being Mike when one of them was tuckered out or needed to do their non-Mike duties. If anything, Battat could probably blame Pluey for Tenna feeling this comfortable with physical affection. The guy was pretty cuddly. But Battat wanted so badly to be the one getting the special treatment."
Battat was nothing special, just different. But Tenna did always like those that were different.
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08 Sep 2025
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TV District is nothing short of a hot-spot for creative talent, where young, deluded actors would come to claim the city of entertainment as their own. You had been among their numbers, convinced that here would be where you made your big break.
Only the mogul of Fountain Entertainment- Bill Bord himself- was willing to help you alleviate your newfound financial burdens- but it came with a price. It was hard to be a star- you tried, and you failed, and now, you were selling sex to make ends meet. That’s how Tenna found you, craving something real, and raw, and dirty.
But the industry wasn’t known for sheathing its claws once dug into fresh meat- and someone is always pulling the strings.
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15 Aug 2025
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You find yourself in need of an old CRT, and after a full day of driving around to every thrift store in town, you manage to find one. It's old and dirty, but it'll work.
Imagine your surprise when, shortly after cleaning it up, it comes to life and you now have giant TV-headed man crouched in your apartment. The whole situation is far more shocking to you than it is to him. This is neither the Dark World nor the Light World, but either way, Tenna wants nothing more than to be your TV, and you find it difficult to say no to the humble request.
It's certainly better than trying to explain the REAL reason you'd bought him...
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12 Aug 2025