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Do you guys think you’re lovers in every universe? Even in the ones where you’re living your out dreams? Or do you think in some far off universe it wouldn’t work out?

Sincerely 👾 Anon.

I don't know much about the multiverse stuff, but by golly, I sure HOPE we're lovers in every universe! Spammy and I agreed even if we achieved our dreams, we'd always be together. That's really what our rings represent, on top of our love.

Even if it didn't work out, I'm sure that somehow, someway, we'd find our ways back to each other and make it work again!

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oh! well, since magnets are a bad idea, i'd better-- (trips and the magnet goes flying out of their hands)

[ * Spamton scurries to catch the magnet, flopping over as he goes too fast for his own tiny body to handle. By the time he's caught up with the magnet, it's already on Tenna's face, warping his already broken screen with leaking rainbows. ]

holy shit

[ * Spamton quickly yanks off the magnet, throwing it away at almost inhuman speed. Quickly shaking his head, Tenna's concern wasn't with himself. Struggling to walk over to the anon, he extended his jacket sleeve to them, as if to hold out a hand. Spamton climbs onto Tenna, holding onto his head. ]

𝒟ℯ𝒶𝓇 ℴ𝓁𝒹 𝓂𝒶𝓃,

Worry about yourself for once, big guy!

ℒℴ𝓋ℯ, 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓂𝓉ℴ𝓃 𝒢. 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓂𝓉ℴ𝓃

spammy honey im fine… i can hear colors!! can you hear colors? wow… wacky–

[ * Finding the power switch, Spamton switches Tenna's power off, then back on again. Some of the magnet damage seems to have subsided. ]

My apologies! Are you alright, dear viewer? You certainly gave me a scare, that's for sure!

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Ohhh hahah. Glad you like my casserole so much, did I mention it's world famous? Oh I'd love to be on a cooking show, I'd be able to show up my neighbor Carol on live TV and all she'd be able to do is whine about it. Serves her right. Just y'kno send me a letter when I can come on for a show sometime. Although Tuesdays are a no go, that's when I have "book club" with the girls hahah

-Cass(erole)

NOTED!

[ * Out of the trash heap, Tenna kicks up a calendar. Almost on instinct, Spamton pulls out a pen and some sticky notes, scribbling "Cass' book club with the girls" on it and sticking it above Tuesdays. ]

Keep your eyes peeled for Spammy over here. He's got some speedy deliveries (if the trash heap isn't too overwhelming, that is!)! Carol will be losing her MIND!

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beware of the man who speaks in hands

-☁️

[ * Both Tenna and Spamton are silent. They anxiously look at each other, wondering who will break the silence first. ]

[ * After a while, Spamton sighs. ]

𝒟ℯ𝒶𝓇 𝒶𝓃ℴ𝓃𝓎𝓂ℴ𝓊𝓈 𝒸𝓁ℴ𝓊𝒹,

We'll watch out for him. I've had to do that for who knows how long.

𝒮𝒾𝓃𝒸ℯ𝓇ℯ𝓁𝓎, 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓂𝓉ℴ𝓃 𝒢. 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓂𝓉ℴ𝓃

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(you receive the casserole, it honestly doesn't taste that good but it's made with love)

[ * Other than whatever food people bring them, not a lot of good food tends to float down here for them to eat. Even if it doesn't taste that good, a homemade casserole is very much appreciated! ]

WOWZA! THANK YOU, dear viewer! This casserole… I can taste the sheer LOVE! We oughta get you your very own COOKING SHOW when we get greenlit! Right, Spammy?

[ * Spamton doesn't say anything, just giving a nod of approval as he continues to eat the casserole. He eats so fast he almost looks like a rat scurrying for cheese, in all honesty. ]

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What would happen if I put a magnet on your screen? Is it like

drugs or something?

𝒟ℯ𝒶𝓇 𝒸𝓊𝓇𝒾ℴ𝓊𝓈 𝒸𝒶𝓉,

Don't you dare. His screen is fucked up as is, not to mention his entire body pains.

𝒮𝓁ℯℯ𝓅 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 ℴ𝓃ℯ ℯ𝓎ℯ ℴ𝓅ℯ𝓃, 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓂𝓉ℴ𝓃 𝒢. 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓂𝓉ℴ𝓃

… Well !

Yeah, as Spammy kinda tried to say (although in a way MEANER way…), it has the same emotional effects as what we in showbiz like to call wacky weeds!!

Just ✨ PLEASE ✨ don't do it! It REALLY messes with my internals, and we don't want that, folks!

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Tenna mentioned a daughter? Where’d ya find one of those down here?

Oh, haha! Well, she's not really our daughter (at least not biologically!), but she stops by so frequently and has so much

with us, she might as well be!

Her name is Suzy! She tells me all her CRAZIEST monster movie dreams and comes by with trinkets from old man Gerson! She really is a RIOT, folks!

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did yall know that there used to be a royal scientist before Alphys? Ive heard this rumor around lmaooo

Really?! I've heard it through the grapevine, but never really got any concrete information on them? Who were they- they- they- ☟︎✋︎💣︎—

[ * Garbage noise overtook Tenna's broken voice box. It wasn't the same static the audience had grown so used to, yet something about these sounds were so familiar to the mailman next to him. Frozen up at the sound of the garbage noise, Tenna stopped struggling to ask the question, crying out something else instead. ]

Spamton … ?

Why… do you… look… so… 💧︎👍︎✌︎☼︎☜︎👎︎✍︎

Sp✌︎mt⚐︎n… 💧︎⚐︎am❄︎on… 💧︎⚐︎✌︎💣︎❄︎⚐︎☠︎…

[ * His voice kept repeating his name, broken up by the peculiar sound he presumed to be static. Shakily, Spamton's hands moved toward Tenna, holding his face, trying to think of something to do. ]

𝒟ℯ𝒶𝓇 [HYPERLINK BLOCKED],

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. He's not supposed to be here. He left. He's not supposed to— get out. Get out. Get out.

𝒮𝒾𝓃𝒸ℯ𝓇ℯ𝓁𝓎, 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓂𝓉ℴ𝓃 𝒢. 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓂𝓉ℴ𝓃

[ * Still repeating words to himself, Spamton digs through the trash, picking up some metal scraps and tools to repair Tenna. Turning his dials carefully, Tenna coughs profusely, hugging Spamton. Still holding his husband in a bear hug, he turns towards the camera. ]

I'm sorry about that, dear viewer! My glitches aren't typically that bad… thank the stars for my partner here! Right, Spamton?

Spamton?

𝒟ℯ𝒶𝓇ℯ𝓈𝓉 𝒯ℯ𝓃𝓃𝒶,

… let me explain that rumor.

ℒℴ𝓋ℯ, 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓂𝓂𝓎

[ * Running towards the camera, the mailman, who would normally be loud and sassy, quietly turned the camera away. Once the whispers between Tenna and Spamton were over, he moved the camera back. The two sat silent for a bit, staring. ]

So. Guess I know now, huh?

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Ohhh you two are just so precious ain't cha

Well, what're you guyses future plans, huh? Any vacations you'd like to go on, people you'd like to meet? Oh oh food you'd like to try? If people can send in grapes I imagine I could send in some home made cooking. Whatd'ya think bout home made casserole? World famous ;)

Well, Spammy's precious to me, so I appreciate that sentiment!

For now, my darling and I have been told to stay in the trash heap and wait for the last human to fall here. Metty says I'll get my show greenlit then!

𝒟ℯ𝒶𝓇 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓃ℊℯ 𝒶𝓃ℴ𝓃 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶 𝒸𝒶𝓈𝓈ℯ𝓇ℴ𝓁ℯ,

All we have to do is find the human, rip its heart-shaped object out of its vessel, bring it to Fluffybuns, and break the barrier WIDE OPEN! HEHEHAHA! We can celebrate by meeting those two skeletons Undyne and Alphys keep talking about, and taking them to KICK SOME HUMAN ASS!

ℬℯ𝓈𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒽ℯ𝓈, 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓂𝓉ℴ𝓃 𝒢. 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓂𝓉ℴ𝓃

Kick some… human… ass? You've been cursing an awful lot, Spammy. That's probably our daughter's doing, isn't it, haha!

Although I wouldn't exactly want to, you know, kill humans like that… they're a potential audience…

maybe if they didn't kill us, we could…

we can deliver so much mail and entertain so many people! I've found some thingamabobs about this magical surface world place called Broadway that would be a GROOVY spot for my showmanship!

Until then, we'll keep dreaming big, loving each other, and performing for you

bunch to see!

Jeepers, I got a little sidetracked there answering all your questions… I'm sure your casserole is lovely, by the way. I would be jazzed to have some! Thank you!

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do you

want more candy

i have Too Much

-🥀

D'aww, you really don't need to give us more! If you want to though, I won't stop ya! Candy ROCKS! (No pun intended!)

𝒟ℯ𝒶𝓇 𝒸𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓎-ℊ𝒾𝓋𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝒶𝓃ℴ𝓃𝓎𝓂ℴ𝓊𝓈,

I'll make sure he doesn't glitch out from sweetness.

𝒮𝒾𝓃𝒸ℯ𝓇ℯ𝓁𝓎, 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓂𝓉ℴ𝓃 𝒢. 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓂𝓉ℴ𝓃

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can i pull on your antennas

That might give me a

shock there, dear viewer! Unless you want me going HAYWIRE—

[ * Tenna's screen turns to static, distorting his voice. Spamton runs over, adjusting his antennae once more. ]

Leave it to the professionals, kid! Sorry!

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hi

my nam is monter kid

i like yor show

my favrit is the short one

he is very laud and funy

i wish he delivrd my mail insted of the weird whail that always rymes

i dont like him

i hop you have a nice day

[The handwriting on this letter is incredibly poor, as if the author wrote it without using their hands.]

[ * Tenna sniffles reading the letter, gently smiling like a parent would seeing their kid's elementary school macaroni art. ]

That means a LOT to me! To us! Thank you, Monster Kid! (And I understand your handwriting troubles there!)

[ * Looking over at Spamton, Tenna pokes him to say something. Sighing at being called 'the short one,' Spamton clutches his mail bag and clears his throat. ]

𝒟ℯ𝒶𝓇 "ℳℴ𝓃𝓉ℯ𝓇 𝒦𝒾𝒹",

Glad to be your favorite, kid. Am I really loud and funny…? I don't intend to be, but if that's what keeps ya from going crazy at the mail whale, I'm not complaining.

I can stop by with ol' Tenna to deliver your mail, if you want! Only issue is receiving it. I dunno if people would trust "trash heap" as a mail carrier, but hey, screw 'em.

𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓀𝓈, 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓂𝓉ℴ𝓃 𝒢. 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓂𝓉ℴ𝓃

SPAMTON! You can't tell a kid that! What if he starts repeating your DASTARDLY language?

𝒟ℯ𝒶𝓇 𝒷𝓊𝒸𝓀ℯ𝓉 ℴ𝒻 𝒷ℴ𝓁𝓉𝓈,

What? I'm just saying, whoever isn't trusting me with their mail is an a—

[ * The camera cuts out. Again. ]

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Dear... another me? Another us? ...It’s weird, I still struggle with this multiverse stuff. I don’t even know if this letter will reach you, but hey... nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?

I’m writing to you simply out of curiosity! Actually, I wanted to know... How are things in your... universe? Does Tenna also have problems with his voice? Does his body hurt sometimes too? I managed to fix the voice problem—with the help of a very strange monster—and for the rest, Dr. Alphys is currently taking care of it. (I’m excited but also worried. At least Tenna is in good hands, and he’ll be able to see better, hahae!)

I really hope everything is going well for you.

Sincerely, Spamton G Spamton — from another universe.

( @askutspamtenna )

𝒟ℯ𝒶𝓇... 𝓂𝓎𝓈ℯ𝓁𝒻? 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓂𝓉ℴ𝓃 𝒢. 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓂𝓉ℴ𝓃? 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒻ℯℯ𝓁𝓈 𝓌ℯ𝒾𝓇𝒹 𝓉ℴ 𝓈𝒶𝓎, 𝒽ℴ𝓃ℯ𝓈𝓉𝓁𝓎.

Still, welcome, and thanks for reaching out, even if it's just out of curiosity. I've heard more about this multiverse stuff than my husband over here has, and it never gets less strange.

[ * At the mention of the multiverse, Tenna is rocking back and forth. Still, he finds the confidence to attempt to wave — they are another version of them, after all. ]

Surprised to see another version of us has the same issues. Tenna's voice glitches a lot, his body DEFINITELY hurts (the guy's legs fail and his arms aren't even there yet… we've contacted Alphys about it, she should be working on repairs soon). His eyes don't work all too well either. I also do frequent repairs! There's a LOT of good resources in here if you look hard enough. Living in the dump may suck, but it's got its perks, he-ha! If it's not too intrusive, do ya mind if I ask how you got the voice situation sorted out? Seeing as we're the same guy in different universes, we could help each other out a bit.

I understand why you're worried about the big guy. Keep caring like that, honestly.. he likes that. I wouldn't trade that lovely bucket of bolts for the world.

Thanks for your regards. I send you the same.

ℬℯ𝓈𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒽ℯ𝓈, 𝒶𝓃ℴ𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓇 𝓎ℴ𝓊.

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throwing grapes at ypu two /silly -🥀

WOWZA! Seems we've got a forecast of cloudy with a chance of grapes! Look out, worl—

[ * One of the grapes hits his antennae, causing him to flop over. Spamton catches him and adjusts it gently, looking at him slightly worried. After a little bit of silence, Tenna shoots up. ]

I bet I can catch more grapes than you can, honeybun.

𝒟ℯ𝒶𝓇 𝒾𝒹𝒾ℴ𝓉 𝒷ℴ𝓍,

You're on.

ℒℴ𝓋ℯ, 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓂𝓉ℴ𝓃 𝒢. 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓂𝓉ℴ𝓃

[ * They're now engaged in a playful, surprisingly competitive battle to catch as many grapes in their mouths as possible. ]

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Mr. Tenna, why is your husband such a hater 🥀

I have NO CLUE !

He's my little hater, though! 🩷💛

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[*The weird Temmie seems to have returned. Echo had a bag in its mouth, which it put down in front of Tenna- dug through- and pulled out..two…questionably made dolls. They looked like Spamton and Tenna- but if they were Temmies. They handed over the dolls before speaking in semi-broken English.]

[*Tenna received “Amateur Dolls”.] “Hoi! Echo brot yous an audience!” (They refer to themself in the third person like most Tems tend to)

[*Echo points at the Tenna-looking Temmie.] “This one’s the nice one!”

[*Then, at the Spamton-looking Temmie doll.] “And this one’s is the weirdo rodent! :D”

-🐈‍⬛

ECHO! Welcome back!

[ * At the sight of Echo, he gives them a head pat. Looking at the bag and opening it, he quickly turns to Spamton, then turning back to Echo, covering his face. Some static-y sobs come out of him, but it doesn't exactly seem like these are negative. ]

𝒟ℯ𝒶𝓇 ℰ𝒸𝒽ℴ,

Sorry about him. He tends to get REAL emotional. There, there big guy… What I'm NOT sorry for is wondering WHY IM CALLED "THE RODENT CREATURE" ???

(𝒩ℴ) 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓀𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝒶𝒹𝓋𝒶𝓃𝒸ℯ, 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓂𝓉ℴ𝓃 𝒢. 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓂𝓉ℴ𝓃

I- I'm sorry! I just- my very own audience? For me? That's… that's so SWEET OF YOU! SO GROOVY! Calling me the nice one too…

[ * He sniffles. ]

Golly, I… thank you.

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spamton, we know you want to see that gloob zeep zorp action… quit lying to yourself

[ * Spamton reads the letter, staring into the distance. ]

𝒟ℯ𝒶𝓇 𝓅ℯ𝓈𝓀𝓎 𝓅𝓁𝓊𝓂𝒷ℯ𝓇𝓈,

Wow! You really know me! I am lying to myself … I want it! I'll be right back!

ℱ𝓇ℴ𝓂, 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓂𝓉ℴ𝓃 𝒢. 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓂𝓉ℴ𝓃

[ * Taking the letter, he walks all the way down to Hotland, staring at the lava. Smiling deviously, he throws the letter into the lava, wipes his hands off, and walks away. ]

𝒟ℯ𝒶𝓇 𝒶𝓃ℴ𝓃𝓎𝓂ℴ𝓊𝓈,

I wanted it to burn it! Thanks for opening my eyes!

𝒲ℴ𝓇𝓈𝓉, 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓂𝓉ℴ𝓃 𝒢. 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓂𝓉ℴ𝓃