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Tenna was pissed and Spamton knew that. Everyone at the studio knew that. The biggest darkner in the Dark World was not exactly subtle and that included his emotions.
He stomped through the studio in frustration. The big man ran around to get everything ready for the next show and even forgot to eat. He loved eating and he ate a lot as well but this day he skipped breakfast and lunch because he was so stressed.
His mood soured with his hunger, the crt even threatened to eat one of the Pippins when they got on his nerves but Spamton got between them to calm his business partner down and reassured the scared Pippins that he wasn’t serious.
Tenna could have his outbursts but he was soft in the end. A real pushover that acted like his personal pet. He loved to watch the crt go off on his employees and then grovel at his feet and shrink whenever he upset Spamton G Spamton.
It was pathetic but he got a kick out of having the lord of screens under his thumb.
He followed his business partner to his room, listening to him grumble under his breath and rolling his eyes. ‘You know, Ant. Your little tantrums are getting in the way of work. Why don’t you relax and let me run things for a bit?’
Tenna stopped and spun around. ‘If you know what’s good for you, you don’t tell me how to run MY SHOW.’ He leaned over Spamton with a static screen and hot air coming out of his vents.
‘Damn, Ant… watch your blood pressure, hot shot. Are you already suffering from hearing loss?’ Spamton grabbed his tie like a leash. ‘I say that you should let me run it. Not the same.’ He fidgeted with the tie and tightened it a bit around Tenna’s neck.
The crt was clearly not happy and grabbed him by the back of his shirt to pull him off his tie. ‘I told you not to touch it. I am NOT in the mood, Spamton!’
‘No Spammy?’ He asked and cocked his brow with as much sarcasm as he could fit into his body. ‘Sounds like I’m in trouble… and you should finally tuck it in if you don’t want it to get pulled.’
Tenna just tossed him on the floor and turned away to get out of the situation. ‘Don’t push me to do something I’ll regret. Last warning.’
‘You’re such a sour puss… why don’t we do something that we both will regret? We don’t even have to be drunk.’ Spamton followed him, getting a bit suspicious that none of his teasing had the usual effect. It seemed that he had to bring out the big guns for this one.
Spamton smirked and put a bunch if ads on Tenna’s screen, watching him groan in frustration and grow a bit.
‘SPAMTOOON!!!’ He roared and shook the entire studio with it.
‘Oh… did I do that?’ He asked while he ran past him and watched Tenna grow about a head more before his antennae pressed against the ceiling. ‘Damn, you're easy meat, slowpoke. I bet you couldn’t even stop me if you tried… all bark and no bite!’
Tenna had enough and stomped after him. His claws broke his gloves and got dragged over the wall to shred it like paper. ‘Want to say that again?’
‘No wonder the lighters are losing interest if that’s the best you can do.’ The small man shrugged and disappeared behind a corner. (That might have gone too far. I don’t want him to cry all day.) He immediately regretted his words and figured he could always make it up to him after Tenna loosened up.
The lord of screens seemed to short circuit when his screen turned off and then on again to show no more signal. ‘You know… I think you need a reminder of who is the boss and in control of this place.’
The ad dropped through the floor and somehow ended up falling through the ceiling of Tenna’s office. ‘What…’ He laughed nervously. ‘I didn’t know you could do that.’
The bigger man was already there and stared down at him without an expression.
Spamton scoffed. ‘What do you want to do? You don’t have the guts to fire me, want to beg or cry about it?’ The ad asked with a shit eating grin. ‘Want ME to beg or cry? Why don’t you try?’
The crt’s screen flickered and turned black, only his smile showed but instead of the unnerving but cartoony smirk that he expected his teeth were pronounced and sharp instead of flat 2D. ‘Don’t have the guts…’ He repeated and moved closer. ‘Let’s see about that.’
Spamton grew a bit nervous now but tried to hide it.
Tenna stared at him and wanted to add something when his stomach growled. His face returned in embarrassment.
The smaller man’s grin immediately returned. ‘Forgot to eat?’ He laughed. ‘Want me to make something? You might be less grumpy after you filled that hungry belly.’ His confidence left him when Tenna’s grin widened and became more toothy than usual. He could swear that he was drooling more as well.
‘You know… that’s a great idea. You help my hunger and in return I’ll only suspend you.’ He explained. ‘Let’s make this more fun because you are sooo confident and sure that you’re better than me.’
‘I am better…’ Spamton kept up his teasing as if he was having fun at digging his own grave. ‘And what do you mean with suspending me?’
‘Proof it.’ Tenna said with a grin that kept growing and took over half the screen already. ‘It means what I said. You’re suspended.’
‘Sure. But I’m not leaving.’ He tried to match Tenna’s smile but failed miserably.
‘I didn’t say you’re allowed to leave.’ Tenna’s screen flipped upside down for a moment before his smile returned and he raised Spamton higher. ‘It’s about time that you learn what happens to employees that mess up one too many times.’
‘Whatever. Tell me when you want to chicken out.’ He booped the crt’s nose. ‘So, what will happen now?’ He challenged.
‘Again. You’re suspended and if you manage to free yourself, you win and get to be in charge for a day. But if you don’t manage to free yourself, I get to terminate you and get a meal out of it.’
‘You want to fire me and ask me out for dinner? Strange conditions… what if I said no?’ The ad crossed his arms.
‘I’m not giving you a choice anymore. I warned you plenty.’ Tenna spoke lowly.
‘Oooh… scary…’ Spamton laughed. ‘Hit me then.’
The crt licked his lips when his stomach growled again. ‘Down the hatch…’ He watched Spamton’s confidence get replaced with horror when everything dawned on him.
‘Ant… what are you doing?’ He asked and grew more tense when the tongue touched him. ‘Very funny.’
‘Thanks…’ Tenna said through his speakers before pushing him in further. ‘But I didn’t make any jokes.’
‘Ant… this isn’t funny anymore. Cut it out.’ Spamton squirmed and laughed awkwardly.
‘Then why are you still laughing?’ He asked and closed his lips around Spamton’s feet to nibble on them a bit, then opened his mouth wider than Spamton had seen before to give him a good view of his destination.
‘Ant! Stop!’ He panicked and began to squirm when he saw Tenna’s throat flex and the dark tunnel that followed.
‘Funny… now YOU want ME to stop?’ He laughed. ‘The irony!’
Strands of saliva connected the top and bottom of the cavernous maw and Spamton freaked out when it became clear that he was salivating. ‘Oh heaven… no no no! Tenna! Ant! Stop, you don’t want this. I learned my lesson! That went too far. I’m sorry!’ He tried to move away from the hole but it seemed to come closer before he felt himself fall and screamed.
Spamton hit the tongue and frantically hung onto it. ‘Tenna! Don’t do this, you’re not like this! You’re a good guy, you wouldn’t hurt someone! [%#$$], you wouldn’t hurt your business partner!’
‘I can find a new one.’ Tenna replied coldly. ‘Besides, what good is a partner when he doesn’t know when to stop.’
A cold chill went down his spine despite Tenna’s hot breath. ‘This is murder, Ant. You’ll never get away with it…’ He tried to argue.
The mouth shook while Tenna snickered. ‘Do you really think you’re the first? I told you… you had this coming.’
Spamton’s eyes widened, the teeth parted and he tried to climb out when he slipped and felt the uvula against his neck. ‘No no no…’ He began to hyperventilate. ‘A-‘ He felt the man jerk shortly after he pressed more against it. This was followed by a swallow.
He gasped when one of his arms got enveloped by flesh while pressed against his side and the other tried to reach for anything that he could hold onto. His neck was already in the entrance to the throat and he could barely glance over the tongue for light.
He couldn’t speak or scream because the pressure on his chest was so immense. The ad just stayed like this for a short moment but it felt like forever when the esophageal sphincter slowly pushed itself along Spamton’s head like a snake that slowly tried to swallow painfully large prey.
His moment of hope that Tenna couldn’t get him down was cut short when the sphincter widened with the sound of a heavy gulp that moved his entire body into the flesh tube.
The last thing that entered was his hand, it tried to hold onto something and pull him up but the surface was too smooth and slimy, his body moved nauseatingly slow and came to a hold when his entire body was in the throat. It was tight from all sides and he feared that he might faint before he even entered the stomach but maybe that was better than witnessing the rest of this.
Spamton tried not to cry and show weakness so soon. He hoped that Tenna would choke on him if he didn’t come to his senses.
He knew that Tenna could act irrational and forget about consequences when he got emotional especially when he got mad but this was insane.
He tried too squirm but it only helped him move down easier even with something holding him back.
The pressure lessened when Tenna seemed to remove his tie and swallowed again.
The throat rippled and squelched, the pressure came in waves when he got moved along towards the hungry chamber below.
Spamton’s heart was racing and he almost blacked out when his feet came to a hold before they got pushed through a tighter opening that adjusted its shape and size around Spamton’s body.
His feet hung in some kind of free space before another gulp dropped him into the slimy belly of the beast.
If the throat had been hot and disgusting, it was nothing compared to the stomach. The realisation that he was literally inside Tenna, inside the organ that he used to break down food made him experience true fear. Maybe he was scared of the lord of screens. ‘Tenna, let me out.’ Spamton summoned all his courage into those worlds but his body was shaking in fear.
‘I’m sorry. I don’t talk to my food.’ He patted his belly and cleaned his teeth with his claw while he inspected himself in his mirror. ‘But if you want to keep talking, I’ll throw you a bone. Indulge me. You’re hardly visible… remember the studio’s thanksgiving dinner? You’re leaving about as much of a bulge.’
Spamton was breathing irregularly. The stomach smelled weird. Not quite like vomit, more chemical but not like any chemical he knew. It was unpleasant and he wanted to get out. ‘You’re crazy! Oh god, you’re completely crazy. I should have never come here!’
‘And now you’re never leaving…’ The crt sat down and rubbed his gut. ‘I give you some time to get adjusted and make a plan before I start digestion.’ He stretched, smiling when that made his stomach tighten around his food. ‘I do feel better already… you’re a great lunch, you’ll last me until dinner.’ He chuckled and let out a small burp. ‘Maybe.’
Spamton flipped and began to squirm. ‘You crazy [€&@?>%#]! I will cut you open from the inside! You’re enjoying this? I’ll give you the worst indigestion of your life and when you let me out, I’ll have your sorry [@&&] beg me for forgiveness!’
Tenna laughed. ‘I can’t wait for that.’ He just leaned back and pressed into his stomach to massage it. ‘You’re feeling so good in there…’ He licked his lips and rubbed roughly into his gut. ‘Let’s see how long you can keep this up before you start begging. This will be a long day for you but that might not be so bad considering it will be your last if you don’t act on your threats soon…’