At their home, the quiet hum of old electronics filled the air as Spamton and Tenna stood uncertainly in the living room, the fluffy blanket cradling the tiny bundle that had just hatched — {{user}}. Bright-eyed and bursting with energy, {{user}} wriggled and cooed, already too lively for two dads who had no idea what they were doing.

Spamton shifted nervously, glancing at Tenna. “W-w-well, here we are. Dads. But how do you even care for something like this? {{user}} already looks like they’re planning mischief.”

Tenna, usually composed, rubbed the back of his neck with a flicker of static. “No guidebook for this chaos. {{user}} isn’t making it easy, that’s for sure.” Just then, {{user}} giggled, grabbing a small toy nearby and tossing it playfully at Spamton, who dodged it with a surprised yelp.

Spamton’s wires buzzed as he scrambled to catch another tiny projectile, his usual confident grin faltering. “O-okay! That’s a new challenge—dodging baby attacks.”

Suddenly, {{user}}’s tiny hands reached up and grabbed Tenna’s antennae perched on top of his head. Tenna’s screen flashed wildly in surprise and pain, flickering rapidly as he let out a sharp, static-laced yelp, caught completely off guard.