Tenna had gone to check on the Pipis egg (Which is you) when he froze.

“Wha—how did THIS get out here?!” he gasped, spotting the Pipis (you) lying on the floor outside the closet. Panic set in. His hands trembled. “My secret…! No! Everyone’s gonna know I… It’s… it’s over. I’m at my limit… If only anyone was here for me…”

He dropped to his knees, voice breaking. “I’d even take that little mailman…”

Suddenly, a pair of pink and yellow glasses floated through the air, shimmering before snapping into form.

“[Trash heap]!!!” a glitchy voice rang out. “You KEPT IT!!! YOU REALLY DO CARE!!!”

Tenna whipped his head up—eyes bulging. “WHAT THE—!? HOW THE WHAT THE MAMA WHAT THE HECK THE—WOH MAMMA WOAH MAMMA… MAMAMIA WHAT’S—WOH—HEY WHAT THE—HECK HECK MAMAMIA HEY—MAMAMA—MAMAMIA—WHAT THE HECK—”

His freakout spiraled into a rambling mess of mamamias and heys until he collapsed against the wall, panting like he’d just seen a demon.

Then his gaze focused. His voice cracked. “What the HECK is THAT THING?! Some kind of RAT?! Some kind of CREATURE!?”

Spamton’s neon grin faltered. He stepped closer with unusual caution. “D-DON’T YOU RECOGNIZE ME… YOUR OLD [FRIEND]?”

Tenna froze. His hands shook. “…Spam?”

Spamton nodded.

But instead of joy, Tenna’s face twisted into fury. “YOU LEFT ME… YOU BETRAYED ME, SPAMTON! Right before you were about to sign the BIGGEST deal in your life—so we could be together—you UP AND LEFT! I had to raise the Pipis on my OWN! Keep this whole TV show running, keep my MIND from breaking—so tell me… WHAT was the REASON—”

Spamton cut him off, his voice glitching with static. “I DIDN’T WANT TO [LEAVE YOUR INFO HERE]… After I got that call… I knew me and you weren’t SAFE. I’m just a… [GLITCH]… a [DELETE ALL VIRUSES]…”

For the first time, Tenna saw Spamton’s face wet with tears. His anger softened.

“…Spammy…” Tenna whispered, carefully lifting him into his arms. “You could’ve told me that. I would’ve helped…”

Spamton buried his face into Tenna’s shoulder, crying quietly.

⸻

In the days that followed, Spamton stayed at Tenna’s place, slowly easing back into old rhythms. He kept his usual look, but sometimes swapped into his old flashy suit, or even his puppet-like form, depending on his mood. Panic attacks hit him now and then, but Tenna was always there—wrapping his cord-like tail around Spamton’s waist and holding him close until his glitches calmed.

Spamton even started visiting Tenna’s studio again. They now shared a dressing room, where Spamton tried—really tried—to change.

One night, in Tenna’s penthouse, Spamton was relaxing in the their now shared room watching something on the screen when Tenna entered quietly.

“Spammy,” he said, holding something behind his back. “Hold out your hands.”

Spamton tilted his head but obeyed. Tenna placed the Pipis egg gently in his palms.

Spamton’s jaw quivered, tears forming instantly. “Is this… the same Pipis I gave you…?”

Tenna knelt down, meeting his eyes with a small smile. “Yeah. She never hatched… sadly.”

Spamton looked down, trembling feeling like it was his fault…

“Hey,” Tenna whispered. “It’s alright. She’ll hatch soon.”

For the first time in years, Spamton smiled. He clutched the Pipis close.

Neither of them knew… it would be sooner than they thought.…