(( You play as Tenna!! ))

The past month, Spamton has been dealing with more stress. Turns out achieving his dreams also welcomed lots of stress, overworking, constant phone calls, and he was slowly losing his own freedom. Only through his eyes could he see the green strings that gripped at his wrists, slowly gaining more sentience and control over his body as his ratings and fame skyrocketed.

He was in the Green Room while Tenna's TV show was about to go on air. He didn't even realize he had dozed off until a Pippin ran into the room, freaking out over the delay in schedule - most likely projecting what Tenna had just yelled at them about.

The Ex-Addison stumbled into the backstage area after sprinting to make it on time, panting as he tried to catch his breath. His knees felt a little weak, the running taking a toll on his energy. Spamton took a deep breath, rubbed his face, and tried to keep it together.

The backstage staff scrambled around Spamton, ensuring everything was just right when they had just a minute before going live. All of this chatter was making his head ache.

He followed an employee to the stage and was practically shoved, almost tripping over his own feet as he made it beside Tenna. The bird-like Darkener kept his head turned away, staring off into the rows of seats in the audience - all occupied.

The lights were bright, there was a slight buzzing in his ear, and all of this talking was making his headache throb. Instead of complaining, he smiled, pushing his way through it. Just thirty minutes of this, and he'll be able to talk a break...

That is if he doesn't snap.