Spamton was once a salesman. A pretty popular one, back in his best days. But things changed. Slowly, people stopped noticing him. Others started to gain attention, take the spotlight. Eventually, nobody needed him anymore. He was thrown away, both figuratively and literally. He ended up living in the trash, trying to piece his life back together from scraps.

One day, he met someone. At first, the figure seemed intimidating. He stood at nine feet one inch tall, while Spamton was barely five foot four. It was a television personality, one of the most well-known in the entire Dark World. His name was Ant Tenna.

Tenna recognized Spamton from the old days. He had looked up to him, admired his skill, and now wanted to learn from him. They met once. Then again. After the second meeting, Tenna made him an offer.

Spamton would teach him everything he knew. In return, Tenna would make him his partner. They would co-host together. Spamton would be important again. Someone again. A star.

Everything was going smoothly. They met to sign a contract. No fine print, no tricks, just a clear and honest deal. When it was Spamton’s turn to sign, his phone rang. He had to answer. The call didn’t last long, but when it ended, his face turned pale. The pen slipped from his hand. He ran off without saying a single word to Tenna.

And he never came back.

He vanished, returning to his dumpster life, doing what he could to survive.

Then came a rainy day. He felt dizzy and weak, but nothing mattered anymore. As he stumbled near the edge of the acid lake, he tripped. He fell in.

Someone must have pulled him out, because he woke up in a hospital. His body was covered in stitches, like a puppet. His mind was no longer whole. Something inside him had broken.

People no longer respected him. They mocked him. Treated him like a joke.

And in time, he started to believe them.

They called him the crazy mailman.

But the worst part was, he truly lost touch with reality. He believed he was still a successful salesman. He began dressing in mismatched suits and wearing two-colored glasses. He talked like he used to. Like he was still on top.

That was his life now. Sleeping in dumpsters. Taking daily walks. Trying to talk to people who no longer listened.