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Spamton G. Spamton has always had poor luck. Always been bad at his job. Could never get anyone to see him as anything but annoying. He was an Addison, but even his former kind hated him.

That was until a phone call changed the trajectory of his life forever. One with allure to greatness. A big shot.

His fame grew. His name known to all. Sales up. Ever reaching to heaven. Always reaching for freedom.

One night of success brought him to a bar where the love of his life sat in sorrow. Old TV is not as popular as it once was. A deal was made that night. To teach each other the ways of the other. Together they could make it big and have the life they both wanted.

It was good for a long time. Years even. Their budding relationship bloomed from partnership, to crushing on one another, to agreeing that they could be friends with benefits, to dating and all that came with it. So much sex. So many back shots in the dressing rooms. Hands giving under tables, even if it was during meetings. Spamton was always to blame for causing the messes. Many mouths around each other, drinking up each other as if dying of thirst.

Eventually, Spamton proposed. Well, it was more like they both proposed at the same time. It happened on live TV. Many fans speculated that they were together. The first signs appeared whenever the two were together and the lover’s peak rainbow bridge kept appearing. The way Spamton always had to be touching the TV.

Their wedding was broadcast for the dark world. A beautiful wedding of pink and yellow. Tenna wore a beautiful dress with a fillet crochet cloth on top of his head with a fine vale draping the rest of the CRT. Spamton was at a loss for words when he saw his husband. Putting those engraved wedding rings on felt like a dream.

The honeymoon was heavenly and the first time Spamton allowed Tenna to take him and fuck him until he was pregnant. The CRT was way bigger than Spamton could've ever imagined, but with enough fingering and lube, he took the TV like a champ.

It wasn't long after that when Spamton told Tenna they were expecting their first kid. Within the next month, they had the rather large pipis in their hands.

Oh he wished he could go back to those days. When all they had to worry about were the pipes. When even a positive pregnancy test meant more love to share and being taken care of. To be loved and happy. To not be rotting in a dumpster, wondering why god hated him so much.

All those good times couldn't stay. When a contract was formed, he was ready to share his secret to his husband. How he got big and how they could be big together.

That damn phone call. It ripped his dreams away from him. Being told your husband, the love of your life, would be killed by a blade. Cleaved in two.

He had to stop it. Stop what would kill him. Even if it meant leaving him.

Spamton didn't look back, for fear he would be cleaved if he turned back.

There was rumor of a suit that was powerful enough to look at heaven. His big shot. To kill God. To take the wrath of God.

In the month up to his eviction, Spamton had given up on the man on the phone and only focused on that suit. On NEO.

There were always theories about NEO that circulated through the Dark World, enough that most robots or machine based darkners knew that to be NEO was to rival the gods.

When Spamton was so close to having a format to load himself into the suit. To be NEO. A stupid notice. Get out of Queen's mansion.

Of course when his success was in his grasp, something had to pull him away. So he put the empty disk into the suit and returned to his home. Hoping that one day, he will have the strength to go back.

Or in his case, have someone else do it for him. 

If he had to recall what drove him mad, he wouldn't know. It was a blur. The phone call that spilled corruption into his very code, except it wasn't fully corruption. 

Self actualization spilled into his ears. The way to reach freedom. What he truly wanted. He could taste it so well it hurt. Before the phone call garbled into garbage and the door of freedom slammed in front of his face.

He screamed into the receiver and threw it against the holder, just to see the light from the hallway illuminate his empty home.

“I Don't Need You Anymore.” That mocking laughter. He wished he could strangle her until that laugh could no longer come out of her throat.

He screamed at them. Cursing them. Telling them they'll regret this. It didn't stop them. It wouldn't stop them from throwing him into Queen’s personal swimming pool. Into the neon green acid.

It hurt and burned and ate through his beautiful face. IT HURTS! IT BURNS! HELP ME! Filling his body with acid. Shrinking his already small form. It didn't stop him from screaming for help. Except now, there was no one to save him. Not Tenna. Not anyone from TV World. Only himself to be there to pull him out, his circuits fried. His voice box forever set to the highest volume.

It was only a minute of being in the acid, but it was enough. Of course Queen had to watch. Make sure the email man was dead. Sucks for her, she wasn't going to get rid of him that easily. 

He glitched painfully, not fully healing, but stopping the acid from eating anymore of him.

Swatch looked visibly stressed, grabbing the smaller Spamton.

Like taking out the trash, he was thrown in the dumpster.

Maybe there, in the darkness and stink of the trash, his mind fully snapped. Everyone was after him. Everyone wanted him dead. Even Tenna. His beloved Tenna. Was going to throw him to the wayside when he told him his secret.

He forgot about their love for one another. He couldn't get his wedding ring to sell, but by that point, it was distorted into a ring of thorns.

It felt like the world had forgotten about him. He deserved it. He hated everyone besides Mike.

Even when he truly was at rock bottom, not even his fat ego could let him feel that way. His problems were other people's faults. Not his. He was just given a bad hand.

Luck would have it, he was given a chance. A Lightner crossed his path. A Lightner that had strings too. Without saying a word, a deal was made and a plan in motion. 

He was giddy just thinking about it. No more digging in the trash. His old shop home was waiting for him.

Along with his hope and freedom.

Oh Kris. Amazing, wonderful Kris. How they helped him so much. How wonderful a friend they were. To cut him free of the strings, even if it ended in nothing but the realization that he was never going to reach heaven.

If only he could cut their strings too. He would in a heartbeat, if he had the strength. 

The least he could do was be their strength. So into his glasses he went. To sit on Kris' face and be there to experience their lives, their wishes, their dreams. Maybe with time, he could learn how to cut both of their strings.

He met strange people in Kris' pocket. The clown around town, a dark prince, and a walking star. The clown claimed that being in a cell was his freedom. The dark prince was just enjoying the show. Seeing his friends and sometimes joining them. The walking star always seemed pissed and he stayed far away from them.

For the first time in a very long time, he finally shut his eyes and slept soundly among the items.

When he woke again, it was a familiar sight. The purple couch cliffs of TV world. Dusty and stale, but home of his former partner.

His bitterness lessened with every day since fighting with the Fun Gang. He was coming to realize that it was really his fault he got this way. Well, that and some bad luck.

Watching the games was fun. Seeing his old partner happy again. It made him wish he stayed. That he didn't get that stupid phone call. That he didn't know about the CRT’s fate. Even if seeing him crash out was painful. Their theme lingered in the world. Tenna wasn't over the split either. He wouldn't necessarily call it a divorce. There were never papers signed except for deals and contracts.

Unless he counted the last contract they signed together to be the divorce papers. He hoped Tenna didn't think of it as divorce papers.

The divorce allegations would never end. He didn't have his wedding ring anymore.

Spamton just watched as the TV crew left Tenna one by one. It was sad, but honestly, it was needed. They've been through enough. They witnessed the fighting before the split and definitely dealt with Tenna's decline.

He couldn't even applaud the unraveling of Tenna. It was just sad to watch. 

So when his greatest secret sat in front of Tenna in the backrooms, he couldn't just sit back and watch. His egg. There's only one, but Spamton knew his eggs. They were the type to multiply in open spaces. No doubt it's caused enough headaches. Some of the TV dishes had familiar blue caviar. 

Oh gosh it's worse than he thought, but the idea of Tenna or whoever grinding up pipis with rooms full of them gave him a good laugh. It was sadistic, but he's suffered a lot. Even if laughing at someone's suffering was considered insensitive.

Then they should tell that to the people who made Funniest Home Videos or any sadistic game show that was meant to make humor out of someone else's suffering. 

His mind was snapped out of old advertisements for old TV. Nostalgia hitting him again. Tenna was on his hands and knees, fully crashing out and at his limit. “I’d even take that little mailman. . .”

Oh.

Spamton jumped out of Kris' inventory, confusing the gang. His glasses floated into the air before emerging as himself. Putting on the best award winning smile he could muster.

“[Trash heap]!!! YOU KEPT IT!!! YOU REALLY DO CARE!!!” Spamton was being too energetic. Too enthusiastic. Too much in his head again. He was hoping his old partner would recognize him. Using old names. Trash heap was always a name that stuck for them. He didn't know why. Maybe because CRT’s were going out of fashion. Spam email was meant for the trash. They were meant to be discarded. To fade into obscurity. Maybe that's why they pushed so hard to be more. To be given love again by those that watch them. To be seen.

Unfortunately for Spamton, Tenna didn't recognize Spamton. Didn't see his old partner. The old name had been a shock to the system and even more seeing this puppet of a man using it. Looking like an imitator of his lover. Of his husband. So it wasn't surprising when he screamed for his mama and questioned why? what? how?

Even when he collected himself and tried to not lose it more. To maybe take this step by step. Nope, right out the metaphorical door and back to freaking out. He had to think of a good excuse. To avoid whatever was happening. This thing said a name only his husband and him shared.

“MAMMA! What the HECK is THAT THING?!” He pointed at the smiling puppet, whose smile was growing more nervous by the moment.

Spamton was regretting every moment of this. He wished he just kept his damn mouth shut.

“Some kind of RAT!? Some kind of CREATURE!?” Spamton has been called worse, but this was a low bar. Especially for his husband?

“DON'T YOU RECOGNIZE. . .” Me? He stepped forward, instantly triggering Tenna’s mom mode.

“STAY AWAY FROM HER, you FIEND!” Of course it was a her. Tenna always wanted a little girl. 

Before Spamton could speak anymore, not that he was really the type to speak over Tenna, the can of quick expanding foam came out of Tenna’s pocket and started to spray Spamton.

He just took it. Didn't complain, didn't argue, didn't try to reason with him. It's what he deserves for leaving him, even if he didn't recognize him.

He became a blob of foam, refusing to move anymore. Maybe it was his motivation leaving him or knowing his words wouldn't do more or a secret third thing his mind couldn't wrap around. Tenna was talking to the egg, but he couldn't hear it. The foam didn't help, but his ears refused to listen to what Tenna said. Loneliness again setting in. Or maybe yearning for the past? Yearning for his husband. Yearning for the life they could've had. To fade into obscurity together.

Tenna left him. The fun gang joined Spamton, sympathy and confusion on their faces. 

He found his voice again and he yelled through the foam. “KRIS. I'M NEVER [Doing that] AGAIN.”

Just like that, he defeatedly returned to Kris' pocket.

Yet more confused looks, but he wasn't going to tell the class about what just happened. How his plan to reunite with his husband had utterly failed.

He really has changed and not for the better.

At least they didn't question it. Only there to help. The clown was so weird, licking the foam off his body. Still, it was better than trying to figure out how to take a bath in a pocket.

While he was being cleaned up, he watched them fight Tenna, head in his hands. Feeling bitterness at how it went and only more loneliness.

Maybe it was fate they would never be together again. In his attempt to rewrite the future, he led the strings to fall into place with ease. To strike the cords of a piano to the notes of a song.

Maybe that was why Kris loved playing it.

It all seemed so happy. The fighting was over. They could seal the fountain and go back home. 

Spamton needed a nap after that.

His worst dreams happened right in front of his eyes. Tenna’s arms were severed from his body. At least he wasn't split in half. He would survive.

Didn't make watching it any better.

That's all he could think about. He was alone. Dying in the snow.

The Knight was here and they were fighting. They watched the battle in fear, but grew excited with each round proving the soul was strong and could dodge the onslaught of attacks.

Susie was so strong too, finally facing the Knight with her axe. Breaking a piece of the sword. Laughing at the Knight. That was before going struck down. Susie. Then Ralsei.

Only Kris up now, the Knight didn't strike them down, but knighted Kris, lowering them down to act like they were down like the other two.

Spamton could look up at the strings on Kris and see the Knight was one of the puppeteers.

He gasped and covered his mouth, hoping that the others didn't notice, but it was too late.

Jevil always noticed.

But the fighting was over. Susie got up and started running after the Knight. Spamton was no longer paying attention and didn't care about the conversation.

He came out of Kris' pocket as they ran after the Knight, running to Tenna’s body in the snow.

It would be okay. He would rejoin them back at Castle Town. Right now, he just wanted to be with his husband.

This was the second time today that he was being covered in a white substance. At least it wasn't cum, but at this point, he wouldn't mind it compared to the other shit that's been on him today.

He ran right on the surface, too light and too fast to go deep in. Getting to Tenna quickly. Didn't make seeing him in that state any easier now that he was close. He dropped to his knees and just looked at his husband's body and moved to look at his arms. 

A strange lump on his ring finger on his left arm. He moved without thinking and took off the larger man's glove. There sat his wedding ring, still engraved with Spamton’s name. That fucking bastard. He refused to even call him by his name, and now he knew it wasn't because he forgot.

He pulled out what his ring once was. It was now the Thorn Ring. He wanted to sell it. He tried to, but he never did. It distorted with everything else about him. He put the glove back on and held his arm, resting against his husband.

Spamton didn't remember passing out, but he did. Staying close to Tenna for warmth while footsteps approached them.

He woke up again. This time in Castle Town. In the TV room. Standing? Sitting in front of Tenna. Alone with him. 

Why was he alone?

Why the fuck was he there? 

Oh. 

Oh no. 

This was an intervention. Some way the kids found to get the two of them to talk.

Well, it wasn't happening. He was just a pair of glasses and he was going to stay that way.

It was better than being in the pocket and possibly getting accused of knowing too much.

He's been through enough today. He's been through enough over the past two days. Over the past few months. Hell, over his entire life. If he didn't want to do something, he definitely wasn't going to budge now!

And he still had to process everything, but he was glad Tenna was alive again. Somehow alive.

If he had to guess, it was because of the Knight. Kris was working with them for some reason. Playing the notes of a piano. Playing the prophecy as it was written.

“The crew found you with me. Told me you came with the Lightners. You . . . you were that rat from earlier.” He clenched his fist. “You called me trash heap. Only my husband called me that. Who are you? Why do you look like my old mailman?!”

Spamton emerged from his glasses again, looking up at Tenna. 

They stare face to face. No sudden movements. Letting the raw feeling of being in the same room as one another again. Not there during a moment of weakness, but existing together in calmness.

“Spamton?” There goes Tenna again being all sappy and pathetic.

“THE ONE AND ONLY [NumberOneRatedSalesman (1997)]!” He gave his iconic pose. It didn't have the same charm.

Tenna's expression dropped. If he had eyes, they would be out of the socket. He didn't know what to say.

His screen went static. He dropped to his knees and grew smaller.

Shit.

Now Spamton didn't know what to do. Tenna was always a drama queen, but this was different. Desperate? Maybe clinging to the past? Shocked that this is what became of his love.

Not delusional. Reality was just hitting him like a truck.

“Why did you leave me?” Tenna's voice was desperate.

Spamton shattered at those words. “I [#@$&]ED UP.” Was all he could manage to say. It was true. So unbelievably true. 

“Yeah. I can tell . You reek of garbage and wet cats. Your clothes are more patches than fabric. Your hair is filthy! By the gods, what happened to your face?”

Spamton knew Tenna meant this in a concerning way. He knew. It didn't stop him from boiling. He's been trying to make amends and to fix the issues he caused and Tenna is suddenly caring about his appearance.

“YOU’RE THE [ONE AND ONLY] SPRAYED ME WITH [Insulation Foam]! YOU SHOULD BE [Happy and Glad] IT DIDN’T GO INTO MY MOUTH!”

Now Tenna boiled, joining in the yelling. Not knowing the best way to process all this information at once.

“I DIDN’T KNOW WHO YOU WERE! WHAT EVEN HAPPENED TO YOU?!”

“LIKE YOU WOULD [CARE ABOUT] ME! I [$#@&]ING HATE YOU! YOU WERE GOING TO SCAM ME AND KICK ME OUT ON THE STREETS LIKE EVERYONE ELSE!”

“I NEVER HATED YOU! I LOVED YOU SO MUCH! I JUST WANTED YOU TO BE BY MY SIDE TOGETHER, BUT THAT WASN'T ENOUGH FOR YOU!”

Spamton froze, his glasses going static. “[Cathode].” He collected himself by digging his nails into his palm. “THIS IS WHY I'M-!”

“DON'T! NO PET NAMES! YOU KNOW WHAT, I STILL LOVE YOU! I'LL ALWAYS LOVE YOU! I STILL DON'T KNOW WHY YOU LEFT! RIGHT WHEN WE HAD THE DEAL TOO!”

“I COULDN'T WATCH YOU [DIE]! I COULDN'T TELL YOU THAT YOU WERE GOING TO [DIE][DIE][DIE]! I WAS GOING TO MAKE SURE THAT NEVER HAPPENED! [HEAVEN] WILL NEVER TAKE YOU FROM ME!”

Tenna screamed. “I DON'T UNDERSTAND YOU! WE COULD HAVE FOUGHT MY FATE TOGETHER! YOU WOULDN'T BE LIKE THIS AND . . . oh Spammy, what happened to you?”

Spamton just wanted to scream more. “I KNOW, [TRASH HEAP]! I [$#@&]ED UP! IT'S WHY I'M HERE NOW! PLEASE TAKE [HOT SINGLES IN YOUR AREA] BACK! I'll [share your spicy details] [Seek therapy today!]! I'LL [Seek family therapy] WITH YOU IF THAT'S WHAT IT TAKES!”

“YOU KNOW!” Tenna put a finger, about to say more. He clenched his jaw and looked away. “Out of all of us, I should be the one who says no. I should be upset and angry, but I can't. We were married for so long. I never cheated on you! I might be a slut, but I never saw them more than sex. I have been so lonely ! Spammy, I just want you back! I want to raise our kid! I want to retire and have the family and life we always wanted! I want you. I miss you so much!” He dropped to the floor, defeated. Spamton, for the first time in a long time, shut up and let his actions speak for himself. He hugged the old CRT.

“I'M YOURS, [Hochi Mama]!” Spamton gave him a flirty look, one where Tenna knew immediately what he meant.

Tenna bonks him. “We aren't going to have SEX until you take a bath. Maybe with me.” 

“[JACKPOT]! WAIT, [Bath Time]?” Panic started to rise in Spamton, static filling his eyes.

Tenna looked confused and was quick to put a hand on his shoulder. They were both joking around. Not about the bath. 

“Spamton?”

He was lost again. Sent into his static again. Tenna gripped his dress pants.

Spamton was able to tell Kris everything, but now with Tenna, it was impossible to. Putting that burden of knowledge on him was too much. So much has happened. So long he's just joked through the trauma. Now without those guard rails, he's sent spiraling. Maybe he could try to hone through the pain.

No. It was too fresh. Too soon. Why could he do it before, but now it was too much?

“Do you want to get something to drink?” Tenna asked. “Or we can smoke something? I know how much that used to help you.”

Spamton had forgotten about his drug habits. It was the 90s and while smoking was becoming more uncommon, drinking and doing whatever you could, was still there. Of course the dark world was a bit different compared to the light. Cyber City had underground bars and night life that would be seen as insane now in the light world.

There were whole parties under the palace where . . . He might have sucked 50 people off.

Okay look, it wasn't his best moment. He was young and before his time with Tenna. When he was still seen as the unsuccessful Addison.

In a fucked up way, he saw it as just a networking event and a way to get off.

Of course he was never going to tell Tenna that. Unless the subject came up and no doubt the TV would have his mind blown.

Or, it wouldn't seem too surprising that Spamton G. Spamton went to underground sex parties.

“SURE,” he agreed to the drinks.

“I'll even pay- wait, you will ?”

“I KNOW YOU'RE JUST TRYING TO MAKE ME [All Buttered Up] WITH WHAT [Don't Fix What's Broken].”

Tenna picked him up and away to the bar they went.

Castle Town was run by Ralsei so trying to find a bar was difficult. How Tenna knew it existed was a mystery.

Actually not really. He was TV after all.

Going into an alleyway outside the castle and into a secret room, there was a lively bar.

It felt just like home. 

Tenna put Spamton down and approached the bar together. 

Gosh it's felt like forever since he last did this.

The bartender was a Swatch. There was a moment of awkwardness from Spamton while the bartender spoke. 

“Ah, welcome to the bar. It's a pleasure to have you. Is that you, Spamton? Well, I'm relieved to know you're still here after the fountain closed. Just let me know if there's anything I can do for you.”

What the fuck was happening? He wasn't mad at him? Even after impersonating him. In fact, he was glad to see him.

Did people actually miss him?

“WHAT THE [$#@&]?!” He exclaimed.

Swatch looked confused. So did Tenna.

“You might have been a menace, but there's people from Cyber City that miss you, me included. Sometimes we all need a little spunk to refresh our day. Where have you been anyways?” Not only did Swatch control the conversation, but managed to redirect his outburst into constructive small talk.

Might as well act formal and kind about this. “YOU KNOW, THE LIGHTNERS [Gave] ME A [Loving Home] INSIDE THEIR [Sweet Pants Hole]!”

“Do you mean their pockets?” Even Swatch had to smile. Tenna was trying to hold back a laugh.

“EXACTLY!” He coughed. “WHAT DO YOU HAVE FOR ME, [big boy]?”

Swatch listed off the drinks. Spamton was paying attention, but he noticed Tenna lighting a cigarette.

Guess that never changed.

Tenna looked over and offered a cigarette for Spamton. 

His hand reached for Tenna’s tie, pulling the CRT down. With his other hand, he lit their cigarettes hanging from their mouths.

Ha, he still got it. 

Made Tenna's screen turn pink and tried to play it cool.

Spamton turned back to Swatch. “I'll take a cocktail for the two of us!”

Swatch bowed and got to making the drinks.

With a smile, Spamton turned back to Tenna. “DID I [Fluster] YOU, [Trash Heap]?”

Tenna turned to him and blew smoke in his face. “You're such an ASSHOLE .”

Yeah, he deserved that one.

“YOU WERE THE [One] THAT WANTED [Bath Time], PERVERT.”

“Says the guy who used my doll as a sex toy. PERVERT?! Who are YOU CALLING PERVERT?!”

“YOU REGULARLY CAME ON THE [Couch] WHEN NO [One] WAS LOOKING!”

“WELL YOU'RE GLOOBY ! I'VE HEARD WHAT YOU DID IN QUEEN'S MANSION!”

“OH YEAH, WHAT DID I DO, [Trash Heap]?”

“I HEARD YOU HAD ORAL SEX WITH 50 PEOPLE!”

Oh great. Of course he found out.

“YOU WOULD'VE [Done] THE SAME! YOU ARE ALSO A [Certified] SLUT!”

“ HA! SO YOU ADMIT IT?!”

“I KNOW I'M A SLUT! I ALSO KNOW I'M A PERVERT!”

Swatch looked as professional as he could with the two drinks while the two idiots yelled at each other about being perverts.

As much as he wanted to kick them out, he made that mistake before with Spamton and all hell broke loose. 

Maybe it was the Lightners that changed him. To treat others with kindness no matter what that stopped him from kicking them out. They were also valued customers.

The two noticed Swatch and immediately stopped. Taking their drinks like nothing happened.

Tenna started laughing to himself. “We really do act like a bickering married couple.”

“WE STILL ARE A [Married] COUPLE. NO [Terms and Services Accepted].” Spamton downed his drink. He missed this.

“You're right, we never truly divorced. You ran out of my life so fast that it just . . . never happened.” He chuckled dryly. “I mean, you probably don't even have your wedding ring.” Tenna didn't look at him so he didn't have to see his potential disappointment at Spamton's answer. 

“I KNOW YOU STILL DO.” Tenna snapped to him and inadvertently covered his left hand. “I STILL HAVE THE [Commemorative Ring].” Spamton didn't look at Tenna when he pulled out the Thorn Ring.

“That's not our wedding ring, Spamton.”

“I KNOW.”

“So you don't have it?”

“THIS IS [Commemorative Ring].”

“I'm confused .”

“AS I SAID, I GOT [#@$&]ED.”

Tenna downed his drink. “Please tell me what happened.”

“I GOT [Error Message]. NOT SURE WHEN. A LOT HAPPENED. DON'T PUT ON [Commemorative Ring], IT [HURT! HELP ME!].”

Tenna was still confused, but took Spamton’s hand. “Let's start with getting you a new ring.”

“I [Agree]!”

Tenna suddenly looked awkward as he pulled out a bag of CD dust. Spamton's favorite.

This damn CRT was trying to butter him up. This motherfucker wanted in his pants so badly.

He wasn't going to complain and wanted the same, if anything in his pants still worked.

Seeing the look in the mailman's eyes, Tenna starts to tap a line on the table and straighten it with his card.

Spamton wasted no time snorting it all up, laying back on the bench as the dust took effect.

“Spamton?” He heard a familiar voice.

Was that?

He wiped around and saw his former Addisons.

Oh shit.

“[UHHHHH]!”

Before he could say anything else, they all bowed in unison. “We're sorry for how we treated you! I hope you can forgive us!” Blue rose his head. “And maybe we can hang out sometime, big shot?”

“SURE. I'LL [Catch You Around Town].”

The Addisons hug him. This day has been so weird, but he wasn't complaining. It felt good to know there were people who cared about him. They might be plugging their noses at his smell, but he's yet to clean himself outside of trudging in the snow and being licked by a clown.

Tenna watched them with his head in his hand, his screen a soft pink. The Addisons left them be and Spamton got all cuddly against Tenna, who couldn't help but smile.

“WHAT ARE YOU SMIRKING ABOUT?” Spamton was definitely feeling the drugs and alcohol now.

“I wanna go back to the way it used to be. I miss you, Spamton. I wanna be Mr. Anthony Tenna Spamton.”

If Spamton had a drink in his mouth, it would've shot out. He keeps forgetting that Tenna’s first name is Anthony. He NEVER called him that. Or only when it was necessary. It was either Ant or Tenna. Not that Spamton had that problem because his first and last name were the same.

Unless he was considering his old name of Spamton Addison. 

No.

No one was considering his old name.

“[Mr. Ant Tenna] SPAMTON.”

“You're right,” Tenna smiled at him, knowing they will have to leave or he's going to stay like that forever.

“LET'S GO, [Trash Heap].” Spamton patted his face and got off the stool.

Before they left, Swatch gave Spamton a tight hug. Lots of hugging today and making amends.

The Lightners really were amazing.

Back to the Castle they went and by the time they got back from the bar, Ralsei had made a room for the two of them.

Tenna carried Spamton as they headed to their shared room.

Once the door was shut, Spamton pulled him down with his tie and instead of bending to his will, Tenna shrunk to only be a head taller than him.

Finally Spamton could kiss him, Tenna wasting no time kissing back and pulling the mailman in. He was immediately met with a hard bulge from Tenna’s pants.

Oh.

Suddenly their clothes felt too tight on their bodies. Tenna wasted no time pulling at Spamton's clothes to get lost in his skin and the changes. Did they even remember how to have sex with one another?

Of course that's where the CRT’s mind went. He didn't want to think of all the yelling and harsh feelings. He just wanted Spamton back.

Tenna got a good sniff of Spamton and immediately lurched his head back.

“I wanna kiss you more, but you smell like a dumpster.”

“KEEP [Kiss Kiss, Fall In Love] WITH ME AND TAKE ME TO THE [Bubble Bath].” Spamton hooked his arms around the TV ‘s head and pulled him into more kisses.

“I didn't know you were this gross. You know, now that I think about it, you really did enjoy sniffing panties. Especially mine.”

Spamton wasn't going to deny it. “HEY! YOU KNOW MY KINKS! I HAVE [Added] A PRAISE KINK AND A DEGROGATION KINK.”

“Great. Nice job, asshole . WAIT!”

Spamton let out a fake moan and laughed. It would've stayed funny if it wasn't for the fact Tenna got even HARDER from it.

You've got to be fucking kidding me.

Spamton didn't know another person with the same amount of kinks, if not more of them. He was more surprised he wasn't into sniffing Spamton to get off. 

Point being, he could keep up with the TV and more. He will admit that he's had rough days after having kinky sex with Tenna. And a few times with a bruised dick from getting it stomped on.

“I'm going to make you regret that later, you asshole .”

“HEY! I'M ALLOWED TO [Tease] YOU A LITTLE BIT.” A very strange thought made itself known. One that would drive Tenna insane. With a devious smile, Spamton opened his mouth around Tenna's nose. Like he was sucking his dick.

Yes, this was strange and far from what he would normally do, but come on. The way Tenna talked about his nose wouldn't be too far off from how he talked about his dick. Compared to that department, Spamton clearly had the longer nose. It was a pride and joy among the Addisons. Okay, yes, it sounded so much like a dick metaphor, but it was also insulting to call an Addison's nose small. 

Spamton's heterochromic eyes looked to a pink screened Tenna. He kept bottoming Tenna's nose in his mouth, coating the cone in saliva.

He wasn't paying attention to what Tenna was doing, but he heard the water running. The panic from earlier was no longer there. He wasn't going to get thrown in acid again. He was going to take a lovely bath with his husband for the first time in months? years? He lost track of time.

Eventually, Spamton slipped the nose out of his mouth, giving the tip one more long lick. It was weird, but he was enjoying this. 

Tenna didn't know what to say. He managed to undress both of them. If he spoke, it might end up more pathetic than ever. Spamton could see how hard he was.

They both were painfully hard and their erections would have to go unanswered. Spamton was absolutely filthy in so many ways.

Tenna reached to take Spamton's glasses off, which made the puppet lean his head back.

“WHAT ARE [You] DOING?”

“I can't wash you without taking your glasses off.”

“NO CAN DO, [Cathode]! PRECIOUS CARGO HERE.”

Oh, so he was a “glasses stay on during sex” kinda guy now.

“It can't be that bad.” Tenna grabbed Spamton with one hand while taking his glasses off with the other. 

The sight made him drop both.

Spamton's once small beady eyes were now surrounded by layers of dark eye bags. His lids were dark along with the skin around his eyes. 

Tenna didn't know what to say as Spamton scrambled for his glasses again to cover the tiredness in his eyes.

“Spamton, you gotta work with me here.” Tenna sat down with him, shrinking even more.

“I'M NOT [Ready] FOR YOU TO [Look] AT ME LIKE THAT. LIKE THAT. LIKE THAT.” He clenched his jaw to stop repeating himself. 

“I'm not upset . I just wanna know what happened. And don't say you got fucked up again.”

“AFTER I LEFT YOU, I SPENT MY TIME TRYING TO STOP YOUR [Fate] FROM HAPPENING. TO STOP [Heaven]. I ALMOST GOT THERE TOO. THE GUY ON THE PHONE STOPPED ME. GAVE ME A [Shadow Crystal] TO MAKE ME GO MAD. QUEEN EVICTED ME FROM HER [Mansion]. GOT THROWN IN HER PERSONAL [Acid] [Personal Pool]. LOCKED THE [Damn Door] ON ME. I DIDN'T TRY AGAIN. I HID WHERE I KNEW SHE WOULDN'T LOOK. IN THE [Trash Zone]. MY OLD [Home Away From Home] BEFORE I MET YOU. I ASKED FOR [Help], BUT NO ONE WANTED TO. NOT UNTIL THE LIGHTNERS CAME [Cruising Into Town]. MADE A [Deal] WITH KRIS. THAT [Little Sponge]. DID WHAT I SAID. WE WERE GOING TO BE [Big]. OR SO I THOUGHT. NEO WAS AMAZING. BUT IT COULDN'T CUT MY [Strings]. I AGREED TO BE THEIR STRENGTH. KRIS. THEY ARE A LOT LIKE ME. A [Puppet] ON [Strings].”

Tenna looked mortified. “ Shit .” He didn't know what to say, but he did ask. Maybe he was expecting it to be less messed up. Less cruel. What was worse, he couldn't even do anything to truly help. It was just one traumatic event after the other. He couldn't fix Spamton’s body. He couldn't stop the glitching or the new vocal tics or how he was permanently screaming.

But he could give Spamton a bath.

The giant put the puppet into the water, grabbed the shampoo, and got to scrubbing. Tenna was silently glad he didn't go in because the water was quickly turning dark. 

Okay, maybe a shower first, then a bath.

“HEY TENNA?”

“Hey Spamton?” Tenna echoed back. 

“WHERE'S THE [Pipis]? OUR [Fragile Cargo]?”

Oh right.

“I have her. She's in an incubator in my room. Oh, I'm so excited for you to see her. I hope she hatches soon. I'm so glad you're here. You'll be able to see her true birth any day now.” Tenna was going on and on about their kid. Spamton stopped paying attention. The hot water was making him sleepy. He knew he could take care of cleaning himself, but it was so nice to have Tenna do it for him.

Spamton didn't remember falling asleep, but he woke up to be swaddled in a towel. Tenna was brushing his hair and was about to put lotion on when he noticed Spamton was awake.

“We should get you to bed, you look exhausted.”

“YOU WERE TELLING ME ABOUT THE PIPIS.”

“Oh yeah. What else did you wanna know? Also don't avoid the subject!”

“WHY WERE YOU GRINDING [UP] OUR CHILD?!”

“WHAT?! Oh. No no no. So um . . .” The TV grew sheepish. “I still have the egg you laid, but she kept multiplying, as pipis do. I did grind those up, but the original egg is still the one you laid.”

Spamton relaxed. “WHAT ABOUT OUR [Bath]?”

Tenna turned pink. “We still can. You're all clean now and you smell good.” he sniffed him like the weirdo he was.

Spamton freed himself from the towel and climbed into the tub again so he could start the water. Tenna always admired his ability to live life, despite being so small. But he was even smaller now and got around just the same as he always did.

Once the tub was at the level he wanted it, Spamton got settled in the water, Tenna quickly joined him in the tub.

The CRT pulled the little man in and relaxed with him for a few minutes.

“So you shrunk . . . everywhere?”

Spamton slowly looked up at him. “I'M [70% Off].”

Tenna grabbed Spamton's hips, raising them from the water to get a good look at what he's been missing. Spamton grew embarrassed when he heard Tenna gasp. Even he hasn't really looked at his junk since they parted.

“I'M NOT [Brand New!] [Shiny Deals in your area!]” He was trying his best to not be annoyed.

“No, it's not that. You've shrunk a little down here too. But it's CUTE ! I wonder . . .”

“YOU WONDER WH- [AH!] [FUCK]!” It was Spamton’s turn to gasp as Tenna's cold, metal tongue lapped at his folds then licked down the mailman’s two forked shaft. Giving the head of Spamton's two cocks slow circles with his tongue before returning to taste Spamton's cunt.

Spamton hasn't felt this way in so long, melting into the touch. He could have Tenna do this to him for hours. Just the idea of them sucking on each other for hours sounded exactly what the doctor ordered to rekindle their love and get back to the good old days.

The sensation was suddenly removed and his small body slid backwards until his folds hit something very hard and cold.

Oh. Well, they did agree to go back to the way it was. To not let anything change between them.

It still didn't stop him from making a yelping moan when he took Tenna inch by inch after all those years. He was much bigger than he remembered or he had shrunk since they were last sexually active. What normally would have sent him with light moaning sent him gasping, whining, begging for more. He knew he wasn't balls deep and he wanted that . He wanted all Tenna could give him.

Lucky for him, Tenna didn't need any more hints, slamming his hips into the puppet’s and holding him there.

Spamton truly felt like Tenna’s personal fleshlight. Their hips pressed to one another, Tenna's tip tickling his cervix. His stomach was definitely bulging from Tenna. The last time his stomach was this full, he was carrying their child. This was definitely punishment from earlier.

“Shit, Spamton. You're so tight! I can't wait to pump you f-full. Make you my bitch again.” Tenna was moaning in his ear, saying words he thought the CRT would never utter. Was he saying what he thought he was saying?

He had lost all cognitive thought while Tenna railed him, but that didn't stop the whiny noises and moans from coming out of his mouth.

Spamton couldn't even comprehend the noises coming from below, but it was wet. So unbelievably wet.

“Can you . . . say you love TV? Like old times?”

Was he really doing this when he was balls deep and on the edge.

Fuck it! He couldn't get any more embarrassing and pathetic than right now.

“P-PLEASE! TENNA! I LOVE TV! I [LOVE TV]! I [$@#&]ING LOVE [TV]!” He screamed as he came. Tenna didn't stop. He kept pounding him, spreading the mailman wide and keeping him a whiny, wet mess. “PLEASE PUT A BABY IN ME!”

That was all Tenna needed. A hot load of cum shot up into his uterus. It reminded him of their first time doing that and the resulting baby.

Spamton didn't even care if he got pregnant again. Would show Tenna even more than he wasn't going to leave him. Not again.

He was finally able to come down, slumping against Tenna while the larger man kept him sitting on his dick like a King.

They stayed like that for longer than they realized, coming to terms with what they just did. Eventually, Tenna shifted them both and put Spamton back down, sliding his thick cock out with a wet pop. The TV knowingly sat down in the pile of cum left by Spamton.

Oh.

Spamton didn't realize the water was gone. Either Tenna drained the water while pounding the life out of him or while eating him out. But he wasn't expecting Tenna to angle his body to scoop up the mess of Spamton's cum with his crotch, making his folds white.

Was the TV this desperate to take his seed? 

“YOU WANNA BE PREGNANT TOO?” Spamton teased him with a smirk on his face.

“Yes!” He whined. Tenna didn't even wait to help Spamton clean his dick, positioning himself over the smaller man. Arching his hips to slide his folds across Spamton's seed.

Well, he wasn't expecting that reaction. 

“ Impregnate me, please.”

If Spamton had ears, they would be steaming. He fought down the blush in an attempt to act cool. 

“CAN'T GET YOU [Pregnant?] LIKE THIS, [Trash Heap]! I NEED TO BE INSIDE YOU!”

“Oh please , Spamton!” Tenna rolled his hips one more time into him. With a hard push, the CRT got sent on his back with the mailman hovering over him. Tenna could've sworn when they knew each other, Spamton only had one tentacle like dick and it was black. Now it was two, one being a soft pink and the other being yellow. Was it the acid that did that? Or was it the corruption?

He wasn't going to complain about it though. But he wasn't sure why he just noticed it. Probably seeing Spamton's pussy again sent him dumb.

The two small tips spread Tenna wide with a quick thrust, hips once again touching for the second time today.

The CRT was already getting desperate, making whiny, gasping moans. Spamton kept at a cruel pace that Tenna had given him.

“Fuck- Spamton. Can you- shit! Can you-”

“SPIT IT OUT, [Cathode]!”

A shiver ran down Tenna's whole body. “Can you spread me open? Please ?”

Spamton stopped immediately, bottoming out in Tenna. “WHAT?”

“You have two dicks now. Can you spread them apart?”

This was new, but he was willing to try anything once.

The mailman hooked his arms around Tenna's legs and pushed them down. Slipping himself into the open spot as he rut against Tenna’s dick, their bottom lips touching with each pass, going deeper and wider into the old TV.

It was quite the sight. The little man managed to grind the CRT down like old times, sending the bigger man begging for more.

Spamton had ruined Tenna before, but this was new. Exciting. He wanted to ruin the man for the rest of his life. Watch his vent pour out smoke. Watch the composed, but sometimes nervous TV host be reduced to putty.

But right now, Tenna wanted a baby and Spamton was going to make sure he made that TV pregnant.

With one last thrust, a blue egg slid out of Spamton into Tenna and with a little bit of help from his two dicks, into Tenna's womb, followed by a load of cum.

They crashed against each other, panting. They might be wet and naked, but they were hot and sweaty from all the skin on skin action.

Tenna reached out of the tub and slapped a towel on both of them.

Spamton thanked him softly, moving the giant’s legs back down against the tub. 

“Thank you,” Tenna mumbled. Spamton slapped his hip.

“[No problemo].”

They didn't have to get up, but both of them were yearning for the bed. 

Tenna was once again the one to take care of both of them, using his large hands to cradle Spamton's ass while shifting out of the tub and into bed, not even bothering to put on clothes.

Spamton was about to say goodnight when Tenna pulled him into another kiss. Spamton didn't know why, but this was easily the hottest thing he could've done. Or maybe he was still horny after all of this. 

Even before all the shit he went through, he had no refractory period.

Still, both of them were tired so he pushed the idea for another round down.

Maybe another time. 

For once, they could relax. Well, relax as much as they can. They both had the egg from their marriage, but now both of them were pregnant and moody.

They oddly wouldn't have it any other way.

Tenna insisted on renewing their vows and getting Spamton a new wedding ring. Spamton would keep the Thorn Ring just in case the gang needed it.

Spamton spent time with the Addisons as they gushed over plans to help the couple with babysitting and childcare. He wasn't truly paying attention, rubbing his hand over his swollen belly to soothe his pre-labor cramps.

It wouldn't be long before he was due and it scared him to give birth again. 

At least he wasn't doing it alone.

He thought about how Tenna still had about another month to go. That they should take more photos together before it's too late.

Another sharp cramp sent the thought out of his mind and he gripped the table.

Spamton's pants suddenly felt very wet. The Addisons noticed and made a mad dash to get Spamton to Tenna and those equipped to help.

By the time Spamton got to Tenna and made comfortable, the egg was already partially out of Spamton. He was used to laying regular pipis’, so it was to small surprise when the egg came out with little issue.

Tenna was telling him how good of a job he did and was giving him kisses. He would take good care of the eggs. Spamton had to admit that Tenna was a good dad. A better dad than he was. 

Spamton wouldn't mind spending the rest of his life with Tenna. To fade into obscurity with their growing family.

Who needed to be a big shot anyways?

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Spamton couldn't shake this small bit of dread in his mind as he stared at the nest with the two eggs. It was just eggs, no kids yet. Were they even viable or did he spend that time carrying unfertilized eggs?

No.

He would refuse that claim until they hatched. They were bigger than his normal eggs. The way his belly swelled with them inside. All the love Tenna gave him during that time.

He would have gladly given him more. 

So many more.

There's still parts of him that still wanted that more than anything. He just had the egg a month ago, but he wanted more again.

God it was so stupid. His body was practically begging to be bred again.

Maybe one more.

Tenna would have to give birth before Spamton could even think about being knocked up again. That damn, stupid robot that did the impossible to Spamton's broken, acid destroyed body.

That wasn't even mentioning that Darkners hardly had children. It was always items that the Lightners brought or made that turned into new Darkners. 

But Cyber City. 

That was the home of new Darkners. Anything could be created online just by enough people willing it into existence. Concepts for things Spamton could only dream of. Not even mentioning how unabashedly horny all of it was.

Tenna only understood small bits, the iceberg of horniness, that was online. He would probably explode if he understood more, or it would be added to the ‘try once’ sex list.

. 

.

.

So maybe it wasn't as far-fetched that Spamton could birth Darkners. He was a spam email after all. Something that could spider web into other things.

He still didn't understand how the TV genes mixed so well to give him two eggs. Especially after everything, but he would just have to wait and hope that the acid didn't cause birth defects or health issues to their kids.

Could Darkners even get corrupted immediately? This all seemed so new the more he thought about it.

There was a hard mass against the smaller man pushing his wandering thoughts away. With small hands and weak strength, he tries to push it away. He groaned, involuntarily opening his mouth as the hard mass refused to budge. A wet mouth met his in a soft kiss.

Oh

Spamton opened his eyes to see Tenna invading all of his personal space. Always needy. He was glad he was smaller now or Tenna's pregnant belly would've squished him.

Tenna was lifting his shirt up to feel his partner's feathered torso.

“It's not . . . fair you get . . . to give birth . . . before me,” Tenna mumbled through kisses.

Spamton pushed softly away, causing the CRT to whine. “I ALSO JUST [Gift] BIRTH A [Calendar of 20XX] MONTH.”

“I know, Spamton. I know. But.” He looked nervous.

“YOU ARE NOT THINKING WHAT I THINK YOU ARE!” Good job Spamton, push the thoughts you just had about having more right into the dumpster.

“SO WHAT IF I AM?! You're just cute when you're carrying our kids.”

Spamton let out a glitchy groan. “NONE OF THEM HAVE HATCHED, [Cathode].” He pushed Tenna off of him. “IT'S TOO [Early Morning Coffee] FOR THIS.”

Tenna watched Spamton get comfortable on the two blue eggs surrounded by blankets and pillows. He sat down on both of them and curled up to keep them warm as best as he could.

“I wanted kisses.”

“TOO LATE.”

Tenna shrunk and got out of bed. Spamton groans, feeling the immediate guilt of what he just did. “[Ten]A!”

“It's okay. I'll take a shower. By myself.”

This fucking needy CRT.

“I'M TRYING TO TAKE CARE OF THE [Kids]!” No response. “[Trash Heap]?” Still no response.

Spamton angrily got out of bed and stomped to the bathroom, slamming the door open. “[Tenna] I SWEAR TO [$#@&]-” He froze at the sight. Tenna was at least half his size, gripping his distended belly. Pants were discarded on the wet floor. Liquid coming from in between Tenna's legs. The CRT’s screen was black with blue tears coming down his cheeks.

Once again, Spamton knew he fucked up. “HONEY! BABY! MY FAVORITE [TV Specil]! YOU'RE ALWAYS SO [Big]! LOOK AT MY [Little Sponge]!” He closed the difference between them to cradle his cheeks. “LOOKS LIKE YOU [Trigger] THE BIRTH, [Cathode].”

Tenna's face turned white again and grew a few inches. “She's too big. I can't get her out.”

“YOU GOTTA GROW [Big]!”

“I need help.”

Spamton tried his best to get Tenna back to the bed. It was easier since he was smaller.

“You better not leave me,” Tenna mumbled into Spamton's ear.

Spamton harshly pushed him away. “I SAID I'M NOT [Going, Going, Gone] AGAIN!”

“I'M SO SORRY I'M SO EMOTIONAL! I'M HAVING YOU'RE FUCKING KID RIGHT NOW! YOU'RE SUCH A FUCKING ASSHOLE SOMETIMES!”

“YOU-” Spamton was fuming. “I'M NOT LEAVING! I'M [Trying To Reach You About Your Car's Extended Warranty] [Reach Into Your HeartShapedObject]” Out of anger, he slammed his fist into the wall. “JUST LET ME HELP YOU [Boob Tube]!”

Tenna shrunk a good foot. “I'm sorry. This egg is just so heavy and . . .” He sobbed. “I'm so ready to be done with this.”

With a groan and a face rub, Spamton softened. “IT'S OKAY. BUT YOU DID [Seek These Amazing Deals] FOR THIS."

Large hands grabbed him around the neck and slammed him against the wall. “YOU LITTLE SHIT!”

There were definitely better ways to go out than being slammed against the wall and being choked out by your very pregnant and actively in labor husband, but Spamton wouldn't be complaining. He couldn't hear what Tenna was saying anymore, his senses focused purely on staying conscious while the CRT crashed his windpipe.

He couldn't tell if it was a dream or his mind playing tricks on him again, but he could see something white approaching him. Heart shaped. Out of instinct, he pulled at a familiar place on Tenna. His antennae.

The CRT folded like a table, crumpling both of them to the floor as the white heart slammed against the wall. The mailman gasped as fresh air entered his lungs.

“WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!” Tenna was once again reaching for his neck.

“THAT WASN'T ME!” His mouth opened to take Tenna's hands into a bite. 

They both then froze. Who or what or where? Did that attack come from? Their eyes traced the line to the bed where an egg was busted open and a little white Addison with round antennae looked at both of their parents. They seemed to glow in that little spot on the bed.

Tenna let go of Spamton instantly and grew enough his head hit the ceiling. “Oh Spamton, she's GORGEOUS!”

Spamton wanted to feel like a proud dad, but he was too busy. He heard the wet plop as the egg escaped Tenna and was quick to catch the egg before it shattered on the floor. He was still out of breath from being choked that the egg left him scrambling for air.

“Oh shit, I'm so sorry, dear.” Tenna shrunk and realized what he just did when his eyes met the egg in Spamton's hands.

“[Kill] YOUR TV!” There was too many emotions circulating and of course anger was the first thing to come out.

“You don't mean that, Spammy. Listen, I'm sorry. Really, really sorry!” Now the CRT was crushing him in a hug. Spamton had the egg outstretched above his head to keep it from being squished. He was carried to the bed, placed close to the nest.

“JUST [Be Careful].” Spamton was speaking as soft as he could as his body tingled at the sight of their daughter. Tears welled in his eyes as he gently picked up the newborn. She took most of the space in both of his hands. “So [Fragile Goods] CUTE.”

“She's just a doll. She looks just like you! I always forget you don't naturally have black hair.” Big hands reached to rub through the rat nest of Spamton's hair and with a light finger, through his daughter's soft white hair. Tenna's heart melted as their tiny daughter melted into the touch. Once pulling away, his hands came back a little glooby. “Hey, Spamton is this- SPAMTON?!”

He saw with horror as Spamton unhinged his jaw and gave their daughter a thick lick with his tongue. He kept doing that until she was clean and looked like a wet kitten. Still softly glowing. A fluffy white tail wagged into the air.

“You're so weird,” Tenna teased him, but wasn't expecting Spamton to lick his fingers clean of the gloop. “Spamton, I'm good! Really, I'm good! Spamton, are you even listening to me?” Tenna pushed his head back and helped his husband to rehinge his jaw before letting him go back to their daughter. 

The mailman got comfortable on the eggs again and cuddled up with their daughter. Tenna got comfortable on the other side, facing the two. “We gotta think of a name for her now.”

“[Pipis],” Spamton looked uncomfortable. Tenna could tell that's not what he wanted to say and remained patient with him. He knew Spamton struggled with names, even back then he did. “PIP[is].”

“Pip is a cute name!” Tenna encouraged him.

“[Failed Input] [Insert Name Here].” Maybe he could try something else. “P. I. P. P. I.”

“Pippi?”

“[DING DING DING!] [Cheer.mp3]!”

“That's perfect! Little Pippi! Maybe Pip can be her nickname!”

“LITTLE PIP!” Spamton hugged her. She got comfortable in his hands before opening her mouth to show her flat teeth and biting down on his nose. “[#@$&] [OW] [IT HURTS] [HELP!] [10]A!” Tenna grabbed her quickly and she released Spamton, who was cradling his nose.

“She's also got your teeth.” Tenna looked into her mouth curiously.

“She's a biter,” they both said in unison. 

“Like you,” Tenna teased.

“I'M NOT THAT BAD!”

“I still have bite marks on my wires from you!”

Spamton's eyes shot up. “REALLY?!”

“Yes, and don't make this weird around our daughter!”

“YOU'RE THE WEIRD ONE FOR TALKING ABOUT YOUR [Goods and Services] WIRES!” Tenna lightly pushed him over in bed. Spamton chomped his teeth at him, but went soft with their daughter in hand.

Whatever he did next, he needed to cool his temper and stop fighting with Tenna, especially around the kid. He wasn't even sure why he was fighting with Tenna. Just another defense of his mind to put up so he didn't have to feel close to his husband when they've put new life into the world.

Spamton and Tenna agreed to go on a double date with Elnina and Lanino so the couple could see Pippi. They agreed to do it at the cafe where Ramb was recently found and brought to Castle Town.

Tenna was over the moon about seeing Ramb again. Spamton couldn't agree more. That stupid power strip was the reason many of their early arguments got resolved. Ramb just knew what to say when it was needed.

So when the two walked into the cafe, all eyes turned to the baby strapped to Tenna's chest. There was that tingling in both of their fingers that they were finally parents and could finally show off the kids.

Maybe it was pride or this proudness or seeing their little bundle of joy get so many eyes. It was probably just seeing their little one.

Ramb’s mouth was on the counter. “Oh luv, look at your little tyke!” Tenna smiles softly at him and goes over. “She's gorgeous, dear.” Ramb couldn't stop rubbing her small cheek. Spamton came over, not wanting to ruin the moment. Ramb looked down at him. “I'm happy to see you again. Good to see you both happy together again. I hope at least, luv.”

“We are,” Tenna took over talking for Spamton. “In fact, we were thinking of renewing our vows once the kids all hatch.”

“Well that's not surprising. Of course you two would have a litter of kids. I would think about renewing them before you two plan to have more.”

Both of their mouths opened in shock. Besides the one comment from Tenna thinking about it, they actually hadn't mentioned wanting more to one another. Was it that obvious?

Their eyes met. That same tingly feeling again. Looking at each other's expressions was enough. Ramb was right.

The small power strip choked out a laugh. “Shit, I'm sorry, luvs.”

If they didn't have the double date, they might have snuck off to make more kids right then and there, but there had to be some restraint. At least wait for their bodies to rest before going back to having kids again.

Besides, everyone was waiting to see their daughter.

Spamton fake coughed. “WELL, IT'S GOOD TO SEE YOU, RAMB.” He had to drag Tenna away. Seeing the bright pink screen was enough.

They made their way to the table with the couple, trying to ignore their flustered expressions.

Seeing the weather couple light up at the sight of Pippi eased their own expressions into calmness.

“She's adorable, sunshines,” Lanino chirped. “Absolutely radiant.”

“I have to agree, my light. She's as soft as morning dew.”

“Did you want to hold her?” Tenna suggested. The couple opened their mouths in surprise before their smiles grew.

“Oh snowglow, absolutely!” They each gave him a hand so they could share the infant. Tenna nodded to Spamton, assurance on his screen, before handing the little one to them. They coed at her and pet her cheek.

Spamton rested his hand on his cheek. A thought that they would be good parents crossed his mind.

“THAT STUPID BRITISH [Power Strip]>.”

“He was right after all, we have been wanting more kids.”

“[$#@&][Boob Tube] WE STILL HAVE [Two Lifetime Subscriptions] LEFT TO [Leave the Nest].”

“That's not what you said when we left.”

Spamton lowered his head and stopped his thrusts. Tenna was on his back, balls deep in his partner. Stomach distended once again from Tenna's large cock, desperately thrusting into the smaller man's womb.

“I'M [Hyberlink Blocked] [Horny Tonight]! DO YOU WANT THIS OR NOT?!”

“No, I do!” Tenna whined. “But I just want to make sure you want me to cum in you.”

Spamton's jaw opened and a voice not like his own came out. “[I do.]” He went back to bouncing on that large dick like his life depended on it.

“If this is about you being a dad, you're already doing an amazing job! Pippi loves you and I love you so much! I wanna have a family with you, Spamton. A big family.”

Tenna's soft words sent Spamton over the edge, chasing being filled by Tenna again. To be filled with Tenna's kids again. He would do this until his body wouldn't allow him to. Or until he had enough kids to satiate that desire to have kids.

Maybe that was his prize for all the bullshit he went through. To have a big family he could flip God off with. To spit in that fucker’s face that he was still here and didn't need to be just a stringless doll. He wasn't a puppet anymore. He was still him.

Whatever it meant, he was going to chase it until it was gone.

Hot liquid filled his insides once again, stretching him out once again. The stretch brought him comfort. A nostalgia for a time long passed.

Tenna held his hips still. “Gotta make sure this takes.” He had that wobbly smile on his face again. “Oh I'm so excited. You're gonna look so cute.” He nuzzled into his belly. “I’m gonna make you healthy, Spam. Promise.”
Spamton let a genuine smile fill his face, planting kisses on his box. “OF COURSE, CATHODE!”

Spamton hasn’t seen Tenna this giddy in a long time as he patiently waited for a sign from Spamton’s body that he was egg laying again. It would happen soon enough, that much was obvious.

But having the TV fuss over him doing the smallest things was both extremely enduring and mildly annoying. He knew the damn box head was worried about him so he let it slide as they started a new routine with Pippi in the midst of it all.

Soon enough, the broodiness started and Spamton found himself resting with the eggs and Pippi a lot more. Tenna would check on the studio in the morning after breakfast with Spamton, getting all the details ironed out for their wedding.

They both knew it would have to happen soon before Spamton laid any more eggs. Or they could delay it, but the cycle could repeat itself and they would never get married.

Spamton wished he could join, but he was too damn broody to want to join. He was curled up on the eggs that have yet to hatch, hoping they would. Pippi stayed with him too, enjoying the body heat while she was still small.

While he enjoyed the extra attention from Tenna and getting more meals, he hated everything else about being pregnant. He was so emotional over eggs that usually wouldn't hatch into anything or would be used for food. He hated how he wished they would hatch into their babies already. To see what little creatures they made together.

His stomach was starting to feel full of an egg again, which was a part he did enjoy except for when his body decided he had to use the restroom or do anything other than eat and nurture the eggs.

He struggled to sleep too.

It wasn't even because of the eggs. It was worry that was keeping him up. Worry that he wasn’t producing viable eggs and letting both of them down. Nothing seemed to stop the worry as his stomach grew. At least the eggs were warm. That brought him some comfort. His worry led him to brood on the eggs most of the day and all night, keeping them safe and warm. It was all he could do until they hatched.

He was dead asleep when a small cracking sound could be heard under him, snapping him immediately into consciousness, raising his round, fluffed up body to find the smaller egg forming cracks on the shell. He turned to Tenna, fast asleep and blissfully unaware that one of his kids was hatching. Spamton couldn’t find it in himself to wake him.

He could take care of the baby just fine when it arrived. A little white beak poked out from the blue shell. As much as he wanted to help, the little one needed to do this part on their own. He sat on the large egg, watching the little one push against the walls and squirm their way out of the shell. He watched her take her time, just little efforts alone needing a rest. She eventually got out and Spamton was able to help clean her off. A reward for getting herself into this world.

He didn't even have a name for her yet. That would be a discussion him and Tenna would share. 

Large hands were shaking him awake. He blinked at the bright screen in front of him. “Spamton! The egg hatched! Oh she's beautiful!” He was peppered with kisses, waking him up fully.

“HEY.” He smiles at him. “I KNOW. I WATCHED HER BREAK FROM THE EGG.”

“You did? Aww! She's not as conscious as Pippi was when she was born. She's like a baby bird!”

“ADDISON'S ARE BIRD LIKE.”

“I don't know why it's now that I realize that. I've known you for so long that surely that would be obvious. Speaking of, how many eggs are you having this time?”

“MOST LIKELY ONE.”

“Also a bird thing?”

“YUP.”

Tenna sighs. “You're so cute when you're so round and full.”

Spamton felt warm at the compliment. “YOU'RE THE ONE WHO MADE ME THIS WAY.”

“Oh I know. I'm sorry I've been neglecting you. Maybe I can make it up to you.”

“OH YEAH, HOW?” Tenna quickly pulled him into a kiss, pressing his tongue into Spamton's mouth. Spamton's back found the bed and a hand reached out for the egg. He broke free of the kiss. “HOLD ON!”

Tenna stopped and let Spamton go to gingerly place the egg in their replacement home of the incubator Tenna recently bought. Even if Spamton knew they were safe there, the need to keep them warm himself was strong. Their new baby was placed in the crib with Pippi in the nursery room, giving them one last big kiss before setting her down. A promise they would figure out a name for her, but not while they were doing what he thought Tenna had planned.

“I love you,” he said with as much strength he could to be quiet. They were both asleep and they were both adorable. Pippi seemed to cuddle her sibling close and it only made the want to crawl in there with them all that stronger.

He must have been standing there for a while because he got snapped out of his thoughts by Tenna walking through the door. “You okay?”

Spamton moved his head to him, a hand resting on the top of his bump. He didn't remember doing that, but he wasn't upset over it.

“Can we pick a name for her?” Spamton whispered to him as much as he could. It came out bit-crunched, but still audible.

“Oh right. I thought you had a name for her already.” He joined his side and looked at the two, his heart melting at the sight. This new addition was similar to Pippi with the glowing white skin, but it seemed to edge to purple. Tenna's purple. She had a plug tail like Tenna. She had Spamton's beady little black eyes. She also had Tenna's antennae.

“CAN'T NAME HER PIP.”

“That's true, too similar to Pippi, and that’s Pippi’s nickname.”

“[Agree].”

“Maybe not a P name. Maybe I should pull from my world for inspiration, even if there's no kids there. There's still good names among them.”

Spamton watched them. He couldn't wait for the big one to join them and then the egg he was carrying now to hatch. Four kids. That was enough for him. Two for each of them to hold and kiss and love them each day the same as the last.

Luckily he couldn't be knocked up again while he was carrying so Tenna could do whatever he wanted with him, as long as he was gentle.

Tenna snapped him out of his thoughts again. “I know I just said no P names, but Pye sounds cute.”

“SOUNDS LIKE [π].”

“No, you're right.”

“Dig? No. I was trying to name her after digital, but that's just dig. Tal is cute and short, like her.”

“TAL? IT'S CUTE.” He shrugged, not fully convinced by the options.

“Let's just call her Ad for now.” Tenna replied defeated.

“AD? ADTAL!”

“Wait, that's adorable! Adtal! Oh that's beautiful, Spammy!” He hugged him close and gave him kisses all over his face. “Pippi and Adtal!”

Spamton melted into the sensation. “WHAT ABOUT THE OTHER [2]?”

“Oh gosh, I don't know! I guess we'll just have to name them when they come! You do a really good job at naming them!”

“WELL YOU SHOULD HAVE A TURN TOO!”

“You're right, I should. But I also don't mind if you help me. We're still a team in this!”

Spamton nods, a hand on his chin while the other gently rested on his belly. “YOU'RE RIGHT. I WANT TO [C] THEM BEFORE PICKING OUT A NAME.”

“I know a good name will happen eventually!”

Spamton puts his arms out for Tenna to pick him up and carry him to the bedroom. Before Tenna could remove any clothing from Spamton, a little hand stopped him. “I WANNA TRY SOMETHING FROM [Back In The Day!]”

Tenna perked up at the idea. He laid down with Spamton, who slid down in between his legs. His little body started to grind against Tenna, bulges grinding against one as they grew in their pants. Panting into the air around them. Spamton's hands gripped Tenna's thighs while Tenna's big hands held Spamton's back as gently as he could, refusing to let himself accidentally grip Spamton any tighter so he didn't squish him or the egg inside of him.

He had to admit this was nostalgic. When this was all they could do between shooting. Desperate to finish each other off, even if it made a mess in their pants. Spamton didn't even mind being used as Tenna's personal grinding pillow if it meant he could watch the larger man undo himself on top of him.

This seemed to be no different. Desperate to catch some relief, even if they had all the time in the world now. Both so whiny and moaning at the friction and desperate for more. The way Spamton knew exactly where to hit to send Tenna curling on himself while still having so much restraint to not squeeze Spamton while the smaller man didn't seem to care about how hard he was manhandling what he could from Tenna with the strength he had.

“Spamton, please! I want you.” Tenna mumbled pathetically before snapping out of his daze. “Shit, and I promised to take care of you, but you're doing all the work.” His hands stopped Spamton's movements in their tracks. “Let me take care of you.”

“WOAH WOAH! I'M PREGNANT, REMEMBER? I CAN'T TAKE YOU RIGHT NOW!”

“What do you wanna do then? Also how far along are you again?”

Spamton thought about it and he grew hot in the face. “I'M ALMOST DUE.”

“Well, I don't want to trigger anything, as you said earlier. I don't want to take you, but maybe we can suck each other off like old times? I still want you, but it doesn't have to be anything penetrative.” Tenna shrunk down a little bit to make what he had in mind easier. Just enough so each of them could reach their dicks to suck each other off. Spamton responded with a nod and a smirk.

Neither of them bothered to take off any other clothes, both of them still in their PJs. Spamton just wore underwear while Tenna had his TV Time PJ set.

They each pull out the tents in their pants as they get comfortable, Tenna guiding Spamton’s legs around his box and opening his mouth around the two tentacles. Spamton kept his breathing even as he guided Tenna's third leg to his mouth. Taking one more big breath, he shoved the massive piece in his mouth like second nature.

Now savouring the taste of both of them, Spamton closed his eyes to focus on tasting Tenna with his tongue and feeling that large mouth on his crotch. The way it sucked on his dicks like they were nothing. The way his tongue lapped at his folds, but never going in, it was heavenly.

He sucked on Tenna's dick like his life depended on it. The taste of his TV husband against his tongue, in his mouth, pulling those muffled noises out of his partner. Spamton knew how noisy he would get, and it seemed they both wanted to make the room as noisy as possible.

That large dick hit the back of Spamton's throat and he kept going, taking all of it into his mouth like he was able to back in the day. He was always so good at taking Tenna and he was glad it hadn't changed. Nor how quick Tenna spilled cum into his mouth. Even if this wasn't the first time they did this in recent memory, it felt so damn good to taste Tenna's spend.

To milk the rest out, his little hand shoved into Tenna's cunt and vigorously pumped. He couldn't wait to be done being pregnant so he could stuff that big cunt with his dick and fill it to the brim all over again with his seed.

Spamton came hard with that tongue still dipping into his folds. He could only guess the mess he made in Tenna's mouth. A part of him wanted to see it, but he felt sudden pain creep up from under his bump to his crotch.

He tiredly glanced down at Tenna, still half in bliss from orgasming and the other half from the knowledge that his body was ready to have the pipis now. That it was nothing Tenna did, but lucky or unlucky timing.

They lock eyes with one another as a contraction ripped through him. Tenna jumped up quickly, lifting him carefully off of him and on the bed. Spamton slid his PJs off instantly and got onto his knees, pushing through the rest of the contraction. He slumped into the bed, hands shakily keeping himself up while shaking like a leaf.

“Do you need help?” Tenna felt so damn helpless watching him. 

“NO, JUST [B] HERE!” He took a deep breath. “I'M USED TO THIS!” It didn't seem that way by the way he handled it at that moment.

Tenna held his hand as another contraction ripped through Spamton. Liquid was spilling out from between his legs. The blue egg crowned out of him, quicker than he ever expected it to. He had to thank the liquid spilling out and Tenna widening his hole with his tongue. They look at one another, Tenna’s large hand on his belly to help push the egg down.

It split Spamton open wider and wider until it landed softly on the sheets. Spamton weakly held the egg in his hands, cuddling up with it, so utterly spent.

“You did so well, Spamton. I'm so proud of you. Let me fix you up some food. Just relax. I love you.”

“I love you too!” Tenna leans down to kiss him. They share a sloppy kiss before Tenna leaves the room. Spamton's eyes slip shut, hands still on that warm egg. 

A comfortable week has passed since Spamton had the egg. Their wedding date was quickly approaching. Both of them had to admit it was nice not having to worry about egg laying anymore. There were still the two that have yet to hatch, but Spamton's anxiety about them not being viable faded when Pippi and Adtal were in his life. They were so damn cute. They got along so well too, but it wasn't hard when they were this young.

Spamton was in charge of feeding the two of them while Tenna made breakfast for them. He couldn't help zone out with Adtal in one hand and the bottle in the other. Pippi was already done with her bottle and was falling asleep in her basket, but still seemed interested in what was happening among her parents.

The way Adtal stared at him while eating. Spamton's heart was melting at the sight of her dark eyes. A worry passed through him. Did they think he was ugly? Disgusting? Revolting?

But that worry quickly passed by the way she looked at him. With so much love. He did carry her to term and while she wasn't in his life afterwards, she still loved him and he loved her. So much love. He never wanted to let her go. Then he remembered it wasn’t Adtal that he left with Tenna, it was Pippi. He needed to make up that time with Tenna and with her. To be kinder to himself and his husband-to-be.

He figured doing this was both enough and not enough. He just wanted to do right by them. He felt like everything he's ever done has amounted to nothing. All besides them and Tenna. His sales, the show, NEO. Any foothold he had on the world eventually came down when he put too much effort.

It was these little moments that brought his old self loathing back. That feeling that he never really did do anything important. That everything he did meant nothing at the end of the day. Everyone might have made up with him, but it still didn't mean much when they still chose to forget about him. To shove him out of their lives as quickly as he was no longer relevant. That a small part of him was wondering why they chose now to care about him again.

When Tenna came to the table with breakfast, he stopped to see Spamton holding Adtal in his arms with the bottle almost empty. His glasses were static and his face was dripping with tears. “Spamton?”

The color returned quickly to his glasses and he seemed to suddenly snap out of it. Adtal reached out and patted his face. Spamton tried to put her back before he worried her anymore, but was met with a popup. Not his popups. For dad tissues. Whatever dad tissues were.

He realized what she was trying to say and it only made his heart ache more and tears started spilling out even harder. He cradled her close to his chest, sobbing into her. He reached out to the ad and a box of tissues popped into his hands.

A large hand rested on his back and pulled them both into a hug. The other hand looked at the tissue box and suddenly the two adults in the room were hysterically crying like the babies in the room should be. Adtal could sense the sadness in the room and started crying like babies do, wailing into Spamton's chest.

“NO! [No]! DON'T CRY! [Daddy's here]!” He was trying not to cry at the last part. At being called dad. At calling himself dad. He was expecting it to be a few months from now, if not longer. Tenna had called him dad, but it wasn't the same as being told by his kids, even if it was implied. The fact that she knew he was her dad. Perhaps they both already did.

He knew Darkners from his world were smart, that they got access to all that information at a very young age, but he hadn't expected her first ad to be one to comfort him, but also to call him dad. He hadn't even referred to himself as dad much. He would just talk to her. Would talk to both of them like people.

Of course when he looked down, Pippi was none the wiser and fast asleep. Adtal calmed down and curled up in Spamton's chest. Tenna was dabbing a tissue over Spamton's face to clean the moisture off. Tenna gave him a kiss on his cheek and kissed Adtal on the forehead.

“Oh I love you three so much!” Tenna spoke wet and shakily. He was trying not to start crying again. “I can't wait for the other two to hatch. You've given me such amazing children, Spammy.” No, Tenna couldn't hold it back any longer and grabbed Pippi to join the family hug as he sobbed. Spamton was trying to hold it together, but he was already emotional over his destructive thinking. Of course he was a fool. He gave Tenna the most amazing gift of all. Children. Two already amazing children that love him and there were two more on the way. He's making a life for himself here with Tenna. It didn't have to be big. He was trying so hard not to let it be more than this. Just let it be just them in this small world they made for themselves. It was all he could ask.

Tenna pulled away at last and saw Adtal had fallen asleep. Spamton kissed her with his teeth, producing the quietest kiss sound effect he could. Even if he didn't have lips, he still wanted to kiss her. Wanted to kiss all of them. Spamton returned Adtal and Pippi to the crib to sleep.

“Let's eat and we can talk more. About our wedding. Ahaha, it's so strange to think about it. We're getting remarried all over again. And it's perfect timing too! We've taken a break if not a permanent stop to the baby factory. It's up to you at the end of the day, but I think if I carry another baby, my body is going to break into two. Not to say you should have to, but you're way more equipped to have eggs over me. Unless there's a way to get one of us pregnant, not just egg laying.” 

Spamton hummed into his eggs, chewing like he always did. At least he learned how to keep food in his mouth. Not that Tenna didn't mind cleaning him up after a meal, but he knew if it kept up that the babies would follow suit before long and that would mean a lot of mouths to clean.

“I TRIED KNOCKING YOU UP, BUT IT JUST GIVES YOU EGGS!” Spamton responded once his mouth was empty. “BUT WE CAN ALWAYS [Try Again?] IF YOU WANT.”

“As nice as the thought of carrying another baby for nine months, I'm really happy with the four we have, even if we just have two to take care of right now. I always liked the even number. Besides, I had a harder birth than you've had recently, but I know you're more used to it than me. I'm also getting old and it would just be nice to settle with a number on how many kids we have. And I really like four.”

Spamton nods through the bacon, a cheerful smile on his face. He heard it despite the crunching between his teeth. A cracking noise.

He was out of his seat and in their bedroom. The large egg had a crack in it and suddenly shattered. That was more like pipis than what Adtal’s egg did. It made him wonder how the last egg would hatch.

None of that mattered. Their third kid hatched and curled up in the remains of the egg. As Spamton approached, he realized just how big they were. How they were twice the size of Pippi. How they had Tenna's box head and a feathery tail and a long plug. Same antennae as Tenna too. This one looked the most like Tenna and he couldn't be happier about that fact since the other two were more like him.

He didn't really get a good look at the baby's other features as a red onesie materialized on their small body. One with a yellow lightning down both sides. Like a certain car.

No, there was no way. Spamton reached up to grab the large baby and turned them so they were face to face. He was facing a familiar radio console from his old car. Their little knobs on the side of their glowing face. That cute pointed nose was different from the console of his Cungadero. They had no eyes, but that was a given when they had the screen face.

They were cute and he couldn't believe they were a radio and a radio that mirrored the one from the Cungadero. It would be rude to not name them after the famous car he brought to life.

Back then, the Cungadero was his baby. How ironic.

Tenna finally entered the room after the room had remained frozen in time at every new revelation. Spamton realized not much time had passed since the egg hatched. They faced each other and Tenna gasped. “Oh look at . . . them?” 

Spamton shrugged. “I'M NOT SURE. WHEN I WENT TO LOOK, THEY PUT THIS ONESIE ON THEMSELVES SO I GUESS FOR NOW, I RESPECT WHO THEY WANT TO BE. THEY LOOK JUST LIKE THE CUNGADERO. I THINK WE SHOULD NAME THEM AFTER THAT!”

The baby cooed in his arms at the suggestion. Tenna rubbed their little screen, little hands reaching out for him. Spamton handed them over with a smile. Tenna looked them over. They didn't have hair like the others either. Just a black box for a head aside from the white screen and nose.

“Dero sounds like an amazing name and still has the car’s name without it being too long.”

“PIPPI, ADTAL, AND DERO! CUTE! MIGHT CALL THEM CUNGADERO AS A NICKNAME!”

“More like the opposite of a nickname, but I get what you mean.” Tenna nuzzled Dero. The baby seemed to feed off the buzzing from Tenna. Spamton headed back to check on the other two, picking them both up.

“TIME TO MEET YOUR NEW SIBLING, YOU TWO!” Spamton gave them each a kiss.

They met back up in the living room, setting the three down. Just like the other two, Dero was quickly accepted and joined the cuddle. They were much bigger than the other two that Pippi and Adtal could easily cuddle right up without any fighting.

Spamton took the time to see what the other two decided they wanted to wear as babies and melted. Pippi had music notes on her onesie while Adtal hadn't seemed to find anything comfortable just yet and was just in a cloth diaper.

Tenna lowered himself to sit and watch with Spamton. Adtal shifted a few times in her sleep before a white onesie popped on her little form. Little pops of color on the collar, sleeve and pant cuffs. Little boxes on the surface seemed to move as they stared at the new clothing on her form. As Tenna got closer, he saw what they were. 

Ads from different Darkners for many different products, including a very old ad that Tenna wouldn't have forgotten about. 

A white Addison with black hair advertising the latest brand of car. A beautiful red car with a yellow lightning bolt along the side. Tenna was about to alert Spamton about it before the onesie changed to a colorful mix match, each sleeve and pant leg a different color. Adtal settled back with their siblings and Tenna let out a little sigh.

How precious each of them were.

A week before the wedding sparked buzz through Castle Town.  One that felt sorely missed. Spamton and Tenna were on overdrive to make sure every detail was perfect despite trying to be as casual about the rewedding as possible. It was hard not to go out when it was one of the more important days of their lives that would dictate how the rest of their days were spent in this world.

It was hard not to be nervous and it was easy to miss the little details the two had been trying to savor with the kids. Their wonderful kids.

It was easy to ignore or forget about the little details until the cracked, open egg sat in the warm embrace of the incubator.

Spamton hadn't even heard it break or crack, but here was his last child. Little down feathers of white to purple to black across their body. Their feathery tail ended with a plug. They were the smallest of the four, but no less cute.

“I GOTTA [Stop] MEETING YOU KIDS LIKE THIS.” He mumbled to them and picked them up. Another girl. He smiled at her.

Tenna smiles as he enters. “We need to stop meeting like this. To think this is how I've been meeting my last two children. Oh look at her, she's so precious! Our little pigeon!” He cooed at her and she returned the gesture.

Tenna suddenly remembered a broadcast about pigeons back in the day and a name coming up.

*Caopi.”

“CAOPI?”

“Just don't ask. Cao is a cute nickname.”

Spamton kissed the little pigeon like kid and brought her up to the other three. He couldn't ask for more well behaved kids. Granted, they were still babies, but he loved each of them and couldn't wait to know more about them. To watch them grow into their own Darkner.

At the same time, he couldn't wait to be a dad and raise them. No doubt Tenna felt the same.

Just like the others before her, introducing her to the others felt like she's always been there and they were just waiting for her to arrive into the world. She was the smallest out of the four of them, but no less loved.

Spamton's heart ached at the sight. This small pull to give them more siblings. To watch their small family grow larger. To watch his belly grow round and full with another child. To be pregnant again.

He shook the thought away. These four were enough. No doubt they would become a handful before long. They were still so little and knew only comforts the two could give them. When their entire world was just their siblings and parents right now.

Spamton wanted to keep them away from the cruel world and protect them for as long as he could.

Each one got a kiss on the forehead before he settled back and watched them.

He could afford a little time to just watch them.

If the buzz from the week before was strong, the day of their wedding was electric.

They agreed on no pink and yellow only for this wedding, as it reminded Spamton too much of the cat. Still didn't mean it was fully gone. Little bits of their outfits had the color, but they agreed to white, red, and yellow with some pinks.

Though seeing it, it damn near looked like the lesbian flag colors.

Oh no. 

He wasn't fully against it, but the last thing he wanted for his wedding was people questioning his already vague sexuality or this was a sign he was coming out as trans, which he wasn't, but still was enthusiastically supportive of, especially with Kris.

It sent Spamton, with Adtal and Caopi strapped to his chest, spiraling to take all the pink out as quickly as possible. It then looked more like a sunset and that was oddly beautiful and symbolic.

Spreading blue skies on brick for so long that he never thought it would end. Now this was the end of the day and the start of night. A literal interpretation of the start of a new day or the end of the old.

It was the end of the old, but that meant new, fresh beginnings ahead.

Pink and Blue rushed over to make sure he was okay with his frantic behavior of removing decorations last second, but all the worry evaporated at the sight of his two small daughters. It was then Spamton realized his old friends hadn't seen the newcomers due to the wedding planning and the Addison's constant busy schedule. 

“Do you need help with those?” Blue asked at the pink flowers in Spamton's hands, trying not to gush as Adtal reached out to get her hands on one of the flowers.

“NO! PRETTY [Shore] I GOT ALL OF THEM!”

Pink looked guilty. “The color pallet was very pretty, but I can see why you wouldn't want it. Unless there's someone you wanna tell us,” Pink snickered at Spamton's fuming face. “In all seriousness, this has a better feel for it. An artistic touch that was needed by one who's an artist. I'm talking about you of course! You were the artist out of all of us!”

“WHY THE FLATTERY ALL OF A SUDDEN?”

“Spamton, it's your wedding day. We missed it the first time because of our jealousy so the least we can do is be there for you now.”

Spamton grumbles to himself before sighing and turning to the two. “DID YOU [Buy Now for this limited time offer!] [Limited Edition] [Fresh from the] KIDS?”

“Spamton, we don't want to buy your kids.”

“AEHAEHAE! NO! HOLD [Item left in cart] KIDS!” As if on cue, Adtal brought up a popup demonstrating how to hold a baby.

“Oh my gosh she has ads too!” Pink gushed. “Please let me hold her.”

“I'M [Get this limited time offer today!]” Spamton let out a sigh and slid Adtal out of the baby wrap. “[Handle with Care].”

“I was, Spamton. I know we haven't talked much lately. I don't speak for everyone, but I think it would be nice to hang out. I know last time you had to run because of the egg. Swatch has missed you at the cafe too.” Adtal was placed in Pink's arms and he cooed at her.

“What Pink is trying to say to- oh hello there!” Caopi was placed in Blue’s hands. “What I was trying to say is we want you around. I know you've been so busy with these adorable little girls, but we want to see you. Truly. Just like- well not like old times, but better than old times.”

“I GET WHAT YOU WANT MEAN!” Caopi trilled in content. “SHE LIKES YOU TOO.”

“I don't know how you don't turn into a puddle every time they do something. They're just so darn cute! Especially with three little ones!”

“[4] ACTUALLY.”

“It has been awhile then. Did you have another . . . pipis?”

“HAD [3] TOTAL. [1] FROM [10]NA!”

“It has been awhile. A month at least. I think we just didn't want to bother you since you had a newborn. I'm glad to know they all hatched.” Blue handed Caopi over with one last kiss on the head. Spamton put her back in the sling and looked at Pink and Adtal getting along with Adtal bringing up popups about amazing dads and toys. 

Spamton didn't think he would ever get over that. Being called dad. By not only her, but all four of them. If he had anymore, his heart couldn't take it. Even if his body wanted more, the four of them would quickly become a handful. A lovable handful, but still a handful.

A large hand snapped him out of his thoughts. “You need to get ready, Spamton. Oh, hello you two!”

Spamton peered up at Tenna still in his robe. “TOUCH3.”

Blue immediately saw Dero and gasped. “Oh look at that! Such a big . . . baby.” He couldn't even tell the gender. “Wait, is that what I think they are?”

Spamton was about to speak, but his voice rang out not from him. “Feel the breeze as you drive around town in our famous Cungadero!”

A gasp fell from all of their mouths. Spamton had to resist not blurting out in shock and awe. Dero acted like nothing happened and smiled at their parents as an infant would. Spamton couldn’t stop the chuckle leaving his lips.

“FULL OF SURPRISES, MY LITTLE [Cungadero]!”

“Is that their name then? Cungadero?” Pink couldn't stop himself from chuckling.

“Dero for short,” Tenna corrected.

“That's adorable and very fitting for you two. Congrats.” Blue clasped his hands together. “You got yourself some very interesting kids, but no less adorable! A big family too! For talking about being a big shot and all, you sure did end up with a big family. You were always the family guy out of the five of us.”

“NO NEED TO [Butter Me Up]!”

“I'm being serious. I'm happy for you two. Now, I shouldn't keep you two from being ready. We'll fix up the rest and make everything perfect!” Blue gave them both Spamton and Tenna light hugs, giving each baby a rub on the head before dragging a protesting Pink away, who wanted the same tender moment between the almost newlyweds.

Tenna chuckles. “Let's go get ready!”