Tenna smiled sadly as she packed her gameshow outfit away into her dresser. No, don't get sentimental. There's no use for them anymore.
Mr. Ant Tenna, no...no. No longer Mr. Ant Tenna. That is history. From now on, she'll try to live as
Ms. Ann Tenna, the lady TV that lives alone in a small house in the middle of who-knows-where. The distance
to the nearest shop is ten minutes walking distance, but that's fine.
No friends. No Neighbours. Tenna spoke to the shopkeepers and those that stayed in town, but that was it.
Tears dripped down the screen, a static sob filled the air. Tenna's heart aches.
The CRT TV darkner had clung onto the old identity for too long. It hurt so much to know no one came to
save her. How cruel it was to give her hope of a new family, yet she was thrown away.
How did Tenna ever enter to this section of Dark World? How far is Castle Town? She has no clue.
Last thing she remembered was pleading that she'll be a better TV, then she suddenly found herself
literally lying in the dirt right outside the abandoned tiny house in the Dark World.
As Tenna wiped her tears away, she studied herself in the mirror.The TV woman wore a white wrap
blouse, purple blazer, grey pants and dark grey women pumps. She wore frilly pink socks. Her hands
were bare. The CRT TV woman hoped it's presentable enough. She's not used to wearing these type of
clothes.
While her body's robotic, she had white synthetic skin. Guess the colours went nicely with her
complexion. Ann gently fiddled on her antennae until they settled just right. Her tail wagged happily.
Maybe she could try other outfits she always dreamt of wearing, like a dress...
Ann. She can get used to her old name. The new her.
Ann headed towards the living room and sat down on her favourite chair. Peace and quiet. Too quiet...
Tenna felt the ground rumble, nearly made her topple over. Moments later, loud banging. Who could it be?
"I know you're there," a voice called out, "Come on out, [[BOOBTUBE!]]"
Ann froze on the spot. That voice. It sounded much deeper, but...could it be?
"Is that you, Spamton?" she cautiously answered as she approached the front door.
Without warning, her front door was kicked open.
Ann stared as she noticed the gigantic puppet-like being standing outside her front door.
She never met them before in her life, yet they looked familiar as well. But, how? Ann doesn't
remember anyone that went up to her shoulders in height.
"All this power, yet I'm still shorter than you?!" the puppet screamed in frustration,
pointing at the TV while their face became blood red.
"Well, TVs are big," Ann giggled awkwardly.
The puppet chuckled, clutching his head as it spun around.
"I CAN GET BIGGER. BIG ENOUGH FOR MY HEAD TO BE IN THE CLOUDS AND ENTER HEAVEN,"
he declared before his body glowed.
Ann covered her face with her arms as the glow became too bright. Moments later,
she felt something grab her around her waist hard and pulled her out of the house with
force. She blinked in surprise as she realized the giant puppet became gigantic and
that they used their gigantic hand to grab her.
Ann winced as the puppet squeezed her hard, like a squeaky toy. Fangs appeared as
she tried to keep her yelp down, her shoulders and left side stinging from the pain
as claws dug into them.
"I'LL TURN THOSE [CATHODE SCREENS] INTO [CATHODE SCREAMS]!" the gigantic puppet
declared, holding their hand closer to their face, eyes fixtured on the smaller darkner.
"Wh-why are you doing this?" the TV gritted their teeth from pain,
"I never saw you before in my life,"
This appeared to make the puppet angrier, squeezing the TV darkner harder.
"[Boob tube]", the puppet sneered as he squeezed much harder, "YOU'RE THE
ONE THAT SHOULD BE HAVING A [Refr3shing n1ghts sleep] IN THE [Recycling Bin]!!!
EVERYTHING IS YOUR FAULT,"
"My fault? How can it be my--OWW!" Ann screamed and then whimpered in pain.
The puppet suddenly loosened their grip. Was that worry that flashed on their face.
"[[CATHODE]], ARE YOU [[Discomfort And Abdominal Pain]]??" they quickly asked as they
quickly and gently placed Ann on the palm of his hand. They gently cupped Ann's
head with a couple fingers.
"I'm not glooby," Ann began, but began to make a soft static purring sound as
the giant puppet began to comfortably stroke her screen with an index finger,
"Only one person knows that helps me feel better. Spammy, is that you? You look different,"
"[[CATHODE SCREENS]]," Spamton nodded, " [[Amazed at thi5 amazing transformation? You too can]]"
"Where--" Ann felt a lump form in her throat, "Where have you been all this time?!
I was so worried. I thought you--"
Spamton looked confused as he studied the TV, as if noticing her for the first time.
[[Trash heap]] You look [Irresistible Deals]," he admitted as he studied her outfit.
"You like my outfit? Oh, happy days!" Ann beamed, a flower blooming from her nose before
she stopped and gave Spamton a glare, "Why did you leave me?"
"[[Boobtube]] you [[Unsubscribed from this newsletter]]!" Spamton glared.
"Me? You ran off. You became some hotshot salesman while I struggle to get my ratings up,"
"I was [[falling from sky]] and [[ratings plummeted]]"
"...You could've come back anytime, you know?" Ann huffed, "It's rude to make a lady wait,"
Spamton Neo looked confused. Ann blushed.
"Oh, it must be confusing," she laughed, "I'm actually Ann Tenna. Lord of Screens.
I like to go by Ann or Tenna. Decided to keep up the Lord part a bit too well,"
"I guess it's rude to call you [[BOOBTUBE]]," Spamton teased, "But you're definitely
the Lord of Screens. Sometimes Lord can be [[man or woman or child]],"
Ann giggled with him.
"Spamton, how about we have a chat over tea," she began, "But, in your
smaller body. I doubt your gigantic size can fit through the door,"
Spamton agreed before he transformed back into Spamton Neo. They both entered
Ann's house and chatted for hours.
Some things cleared, some things hanging in the air.
Hopefully, Tenna's life will become a little bit better
The End