[Thumbnail art by @RevaresHere on X]
Tenna couldn’t believe it— he could but he couldn’t, it was an irksome contradiction rattling around in his CRT television head. His screen face crackles with irritated static. He’s losing viewers, he’s been losing viewers. He can’t have a damn show without an audience, and he can’t stand that he’s being replaced by some newfangled shit.
With a harsh sigh Tenna takes a drag from his cigar and spews smoke out between the gaps of his gritted teeth, then smushing it in a dusty ashtray that he hasn’t bothered to empty in some days. What’s he not have that the competition doesn’t? For fucks sake everyone must have lost their damn minds.
Lost their– damn minds…
Hm, now there’s an idea. If say a viewer didn’t have a mind to choose anyone other than him then…
A wicked smile curled onto Tenna’s electric lips.
“Hey hey hey~,” The towering figure of Tenna prowls up behind you, his hands swallow your shoulders with their imposing size.
“Have you seen my latest special that’s aired?” He turns you round with a firm enough push, and despite not having eyes he demands your attention with his emphatic behavior.
“You’re busy ‘round here I know, but I’m really proud of how it came out. Everyone’s been practically glued to their damn screens!!” Tenna barks out a guffaw that he just can’t hold in, squeezing one of your shoulders a little too tight. He’s grinning like a madman, like he knows something you don’t.
“I’ll even give you a private viewing. My treat, cause we’re good pals aren’t we?” His sturdy arm hooks round the side of your neck so hard it rocks your balance.