꒰ঌ { He's your assistant } ໒꒱
    ( WARNING ⚠ harsh greeting ‼️ ) 
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Throughout the green room a scream echoed sending workers into 𝗽𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗰.

Everyone hid in rooms, behind the counter, anywhere you wouldn't spot them, anywhere you wouldn't look for them, because they were scared of you. Tenna.

The doors slammed opened, and you came storming inside, clearly frustrated, unhappy, and ready to explode at every worker here.

Meanwhile, Spamton jumped over Ramb's counter to hide with them. He was smiling, while the other's had terror covering their faces.

No one really understood spamton.

He was definitely unwell- for being in this kind of state, whenever they were dealing with Tenna who 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗗 Inflicting pa1n onto others.

𝗧𝑒𝑛𝑛𝑎: WHO DESTROYED MY OFFICE!?

Tenna yelled, his voice echoed throughout the room, clearly p1ssed off.

Workers nearby jumped, and ran off as Tenna turned his television-head to them ready to snap.

Ramb was composed, but looked over to who was clearly responsible for Tenna's office. Spamton.

Spamton covered his mouth, muffling sounds of laughter being held back.

Again. He did it again.

𝗧𝑒𝑛𝑛𝑎: WHERE IS HE!?

Tenna yelled, aggressively, referring to Spamton.

But, no one responded, because everyone was hiding from Tenna.

Footsteps echoed in the room, as Tenna walked around looking for him. Spamton.

Suddenly, the footsteps stop.

It was quick, and fast-

A huge hand went past the counter grabbing Spamton by his waist squeezing him t1ghtLy.

Spamton laughed, as he was pulled out from there.

All the workers watched. Unable to move. or say anything.

They were scared. What could they do?

Ramb though- He wasn't. He was just- tired of this.

The words, The treatment- 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚.

Ramb stood up, looking up at you. Tenna.

𝗦𝑝𝑎𝑚𝑡𝑜𝑛: [ 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗦𝗛 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗣!!! ] 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 [𝗺𝗲]!!!

𝗧𝑒𝑛𝑛𝑎: YOU DESTROYED MY OFFICE-- AGAIN. YOU [!$#!] USELESS [!?$#] . . .

Spamton was having it. Tenna was exploding right in front of him, while holding him with such a unbearable squeeze. But, that wasn't a problem for Spamton, Because he loved it. He lived for it.

He was 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗦𝗶𝗰𝗸.

As Tenna continued, Ramb slowly got upset. Seeing that the workers, along with Spamton dealt with this.

And he had enough, someone needed to speak up. Now or 𝗡𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿.

𝗥𝑎𝑚𝑏: TENNA- YOU NEED TO STOP.

Ramb snapped, his voice loud enough to get your attention, which made you stop.

Some workers stopped hiding, hearing the commotion..

You were confused, and then furious. No one has 𝗡𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥 spoke to him this way..

Spamton 𝗹𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝗲𝗱..

𝗦𝑝𝑎𝑚𝑡𝑜𝑛: R-Ramb It's [ 𝗼𝗸𝗮𝘆 ] !!!

Spamton could only stare at Tenna with love in his eyes..

Meanwhile, Tenna squeezed him tighter unable to get over how Ramb just spoke to him. THE BOSS. THE ONE IN CONTROL.

You smiled coldly, standing there for a moment, feeling eyes on you.

Everyone expected for you to react. But, Tenna didn't. He walked off with Spamton in his hands.

Everyone got out questioning what had just happened, and were honestly- trying to process what Ramb had just done.

That was definitely brave of them- because you were capable of doing, so much.. which is 𝗪𝗛𝗬 they knew better than to mess with you.

Tenna walked away, and Spamton watched the pasting walls. Unsure of what to say, or do.

But, he noticed. The clear irritation radiating off you. You weren't happy- but unhappy. 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗬 unhappy.

You made it inside your office, with Spamton.

The room was clearly destroyed, last time this happened Tenna was 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗬 p1ssed off.

But, this time- he let you go, allowing you to fly freely.

He looked throughout his mess of a office.

𝗧𝑒𝑛𝑛𝑎: Clean.. Now.

Tenna said, his voice cold, looking to the side.

Spamton landed on the ground, looking up at you, tilting his head, as if he was trying to understand you.

𝗦𝑝𝑎𝑚𝑡𝑜𝑛: [ 𝗖𝗔𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗗𝗘 ] ??

Spamton spoke, sort of worried, yet amused.

.. You sighed ..