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"Do my antennas deceive me?! Is it him!? Voted TV World's Second-most Cutest Character to Have a Marketable Plush!? Why, yes it is! It's none other than:
What a sight for sore screens!! The larger Darkner bends to his knees to get up close and personal with the little prince.
"Oh, Susie and Kris are going to be SO happy you're here! You should come over--we can order in! And play games on the sofa!"
...
"--If you want!! That is. I mean, we don't have to play a game. But seeing their favourite Fluffy Boy might cheer them both up a bit, they've, been kind of down lately..."
also trying out a new style 'cause that's how returning from artblock always is for me :} Risograph printing style looks cool tbh so i wanted to try it on him-
"Well, sure. You think his family's made him happy lately? It's only hurt, and Asgore deserves better than that. You said it yourself, right? How would you know? C'mon, think about it, big guy. When's the last time you saw him happy? When's the last time you saw him at all?"
Flowery sighs, shaking his head. He probably shouldn't get started. He's going to anyways.
"That's what the Flower Kingdom was for. A perfect world for our perfect King. Wanted to show him what a real family could be like..."
He pauses, the memories drifting past like petals in the wind. He tried hard, but it wasn't was Asgore wanted. It wasn't what anyone else wanted, and in the end, what could he do? He'd never go against his best friend's wishes. In the end, he couldn't do much of anything.
The smile returns to his face as he shuts it all away. "Heh, look at me, reminiscing on the olddays. Even if they were yesterdays. You got me, big guy!"
He can try to be civil. "But hey, what's talking about Lightners all day? Boring, that's what. Guy like you, bet he knows all the best greenhouses around. Am I right? So... how long you been away from Hometown? 'Cuz I feel like... Kris would've mentioned you."
He's not fooling anyone by crossing those arms and trying to act casual; his claws begin to peek out of the tips of his gloves, and his grip tightens. The sneer that creeps onto his face is as nasty as could be.
"Y'know, Petals, you've got a Point. You're the expert, after all! You're his
"And I haven't seen him in a long time, never saw much of him. I'd hear from Rudy--'course you know Rudy, dont'cha? His Best Friend? He and Tori used to talk."
...
"Hard to listen to, if I'm being honest." He admits, the harshness in his 'voice' toning down a bit.
"I know it was hard on him--it was hard on all of us. t's like Gorey lost touch with reality, from what I heard. Can't imagine how helpless you felt. I know he talked to you guys all the time, but..."
From anger to pretention, the CRT puts up his arms in a shrug.
"I love the guy--really, I do! But maybe it's a good thing he... didn't do more to keep in touch. Tori had to keep grounded for Azzy and Kris--couldn't have both parents break down. It was the least I could help do, you know? Be there to help? Play her some sad movies so she could have a good cry when she needed to, put on that one human chef she thought was so funny. Wrap her up in a nice little period drama to keep her from obsessing over something she couldn't change. Be a playmate for little Kris when only Azzy was invited to parties...
"Sure, I couldn't talk back to her, none of us really can. But I showed her what she needed! It's what we do for the Lightners we love, right? We keep them from falling apart."
...
"Well. Most of us do, anyway. But those were the days, right? And Kris? They're just, keeping my name said low in other Dark Worlds for now. Nice of 'em to think of me that way."
Although he doesn't sound... convinced of that last part.
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a fascinating aspect about tenna that i think about quite often + that i feel doesn't get explored very much is tenna's own relationship to power, or specifically his lack of actual power. he is a character in various roles of power as the boss of his world, whose actual power over others gets subverted or flipped from what might be expected in a couple different ways.
full analysis under the cut! Any image text transcriptions will be in alt text as usual :)
tenna is a character that carries some rather incredible literal power to him, no doubt. likely one of the most physically powerful darkners we see outside of the shadow bosses. he has literal reality bending powers (including being able to split the screen in two), the ability to teleport himself + others, is implied to be able to see into the lightworld more directly, is physically VERY large, and seemingly has lightning powers. he's kind of overpowered if you think about it too hard! but this isn't necessarily where he lacks in power.
Tenna is the "boss" of TV world - he made it, he 'rules' it, but we have never actually see him use these powers against his workers specifically, and even against the lightners he only uses them during moments of extreme duress (doomboard where he is having an active psychological break, and his battle - his very last resort, in which he is still for the most part making you play minigames instead of actively fighting with bullets and whatnot). Rarely does he ever seem to actually use these powers much outside of just making things "fun" unless he is forced to, like we see in chapter 3 when contextualized by Sword Route.
Despite being the boss of this world + the literal manager-type boss in charge of his darkners, he lacks any sort of real bite beyond his passive aggression and his need to micromanage. His employees don't really cower in fear to him - they don't hold much respect for him.
Any authority he may have had gets undermined rather notably when we see his employees perfectly comfortable goofing off on the clock, stealing from his bonus zone Right in front of him, and or beating him up even under threat of being fired / not being paid. AND they're unionized (mostly putting here because this is incredibly funny to me. sorry. tv world being unionized is genuinely unbelievably funny to me). They're not actively scared of him because they know he's not really going to go through with any actual punishment.
i see him get compared to a CEO pretty regularly and sure: yes, technically, he is the one running his studio. But, at least in my opinion, he's much more comparable to a middle manager type, all things considered. he may be the director and the one running his show, but he still answers to the powers that be. He's at the whims of whoever is above him much like any other darkner, but being TV in the living room - the ones who can change the channel, the ones in charge of his ratings, are the ones who truly call all the shots: His lightners most notably. or the censors. or whathaveyou.
He's like a hardass theatre director, and he's a hardass for a reason - if his performers slip up, its lights out for HIM! He doesn't even force his workers to stay even with his possible ability to trap people in gacha balls. he Lets them leave. The only thing he does when his workers start actually leaving is get on his knees and beg for help.
and if you wanna talk about what literal television is emboldened to follow behind as well, things like ads and sponsorships also have a hand in controlling television. As im sure everybody is aware we all know quite well that spamton and tenna had, at the *very* least, a business partnership (if not more). Rather frequently i see depictions of their relationship with a power imbalance in Tenna's favor - he's the big boss, so of course, he must be the one to hold more persuasion in that relationship! but i would like to propose that the power pendulum might actually have been more in Spamton's favor, realistically.
While we don't have a completely solid timeline about their relationship (and likely never really will), based on the way tenna talks about spamton, it can be assumed that he met him during or after spamton's rise to fame. This is something that can be deduced due to much of their relationship seemed to involve Tenna's desire to know Spamton's secret to success - to becoming a Big Shot - more specifically. At the point of their meeting, it was very likely that Tenna was already beginning his downswing and desperation to become relevant to his family again.
He needed someone new, somebody who knew money: an ad guy. A sponsor. And Spamton was a business owner, a car dealer, in the big shiny Cyber City - a person with political power (lobbyist), with a room in the Queen's mansion. Someone with powerful allies. Somebody who could leave at any time if he wanted; he was part of that laptop after all. He was a guy with much to offer, while what Tenna could offer was to... put him on TV. he could only ever offer himself.
Tenna was seeking Spamton's own Wizard of Oz, and Spamton could never ever actually tell Tenna the truth - that everything was always built on a lie, that much of his success was borrowed from elsewhere. It's one of many close-kept secrets that Spamton kept; including his own very nature as a spam email, lest he reveal his hand. Pushing off actually telling Tenna about newer technologies like he'd promised.
Whether he intentionally did it or not, Spamton held this information above Tenna's head long enough that he grew desperate to ensure he would stick around, and drafted up that contract in an attempt to finally catch hold of that secret. This isn't to say the two never cared for one another: i do personally absolutely think they did. And I don't think Spamton would have ever agreed to sign the contract if he didn't genuinely care. He broke his deal, ran out after that phone call somewhere Tenna could never follow (big box tethered to a wall and all), and left his business partner completely in the dark and even seemingly taking Mike along with him.
... and mike. We still don't really know any conclusion on the real Mike, not yet anyways. We know Mike was maybe spamtons friend, maybe tenna's friend. Was he ever even real? Is he made up? Who's mike? Who knows! But what we do know is that a fake (later joined by two more) stepped into his place in the wake of Spamton's absence. and who took up the mantle of whatever role they thought mike took, and even some roles seemingly... outside of old mike's wheelhouse.
i've spoken more in depth about this here before but, regardless of whether Mike did so before, the fake Mikes end up in a position where they are, in effect, taking care of Tenna (see above quote). Regardless of whatever relationship Mike had before, he has become something of a caretaker for him and by his own admission, Mike is acting as a therapist to him. And as such has been subjected to some of Tenna's darkest and most vulnerable thoughts, with Tenna not truly knowing who Mike is under that suit. And is enabling the shock therapy. Can't forget the shock therapy.
At best, this is 3 strangers posing as somebody who is meant to be his friend, and at worst - he's facing caregiver mistreatment / abuse by 3 strangers posing as someone meant to be his therapist. I do think the Mikes genuinely do care for Tenna but the neglect + carelessness still has a massive effect on him regardless.
The reason why I personally don't think Tenna knows the Mike truth is that I don't think he would have any reason to say anything about the spamton contract + deal during the chapter 5 mike room cutscene if he DID know. if he DID know they were posers, I don't think he'd be referring so directly to the event considering the mikes (or at least small mike) don't know who spamton is. tenna is also a character struggling to see reality as is (something he actively says during the mike cutscene as seen above! but is also evident within his behavior during ch3 where he loses grip on reality around him during his breakdown) and as such i personally do not believe he actually knows the mikes are faking.
The fake Mikes, as much as they act as employees for Tenna in their normal role / under their assumption that Mike was also an employee, still hold power over him as characters literally in charge of his therapy - "Mike" is his caregiver. And regardless of whether Tenna knows they are fake or not, the Mikes are continuing to keep up this lie to Tenna; again, holding information over his head to "appease" him or keep him easy to work with.
The chapter 5 mike room scene isn't the first time we see 'mike' threaten to leave either, considering he does it in chapter 3 when everyone else leaves (and well. real mike has already been gone!) - something i am sure the mikes are aware of being a vulnerability for tenna, but is still used as a threat against him. even if its not on purpose, it is a way in which they hold power over him. This is again, a theme I've talked about before here but: he's treated like an obstacle, like a danger to people around him (regardless of whether he is or not!) instead of like a person.
It's also not the last time we see Tenna taken advantage of or otherwise lied to. It's actually a rather consistent pattern for him! We see it with Spamton, we see it with the Mikes, and we also see this with his deal with Kris (and the Knight by extension), even if Kris also did not want to be in this position either. And we see this later in castle town, where he gets put into a situation where spades is taking advantage of his desperation.
One last thing as part of this equation that i find gets missed a lot in some takes regarding Tenna is the reveal during sword route that he is essentially being held at gunpoint (or well… sword point). It re-contextualizes Tenna's choices and behavior within the chapter. most people pick up that theres something amiss with how tenna is acting but may not end up seeing the pay off if they don't end up playing or watching sword route play out when we find out that he has some sort of deal with kris and later we find out more of the exact terms of this deal during the cutscene leading up to his fight.
That it was very likely, with how Tenna within the game speaks, that he was threatened with being unplugged or turned off again (something he is characterized to be afraid of). He's not really extending his boards and games for attention (he actively gets annoyed / more strained at having to keep adding them on). He's stalling for time and waiting for the knight to show up. And waiting. and waiting. If he doesnt distract the gang, if he doesn't keep toriel locked away, he will be Turned off. Unplugged. Thrown away.
He's an immensely physically powerful darkner, possibly one of the most powerful beyond the shadow bosses, and is the head of his darkworld. But he is completely at the whims of what the people around him do; his lightners, his workers, his partners, his friends, his caretakers. his kid, kris. The power dynamics one may expect out of him as this powerful boss are flipped. His lightners don't know he's there, his workers don't respect him and treat him like an obstacle, his friends still leave him despite seeing his vulnerability, he still gets lied to, manipulated, and kept in the dark.
And of course:
He's perhaps most powerless against the fate that lays before him.
The screen tilts from the sunset to the other, watching the last of the golden light fade away into night time.
"I'm all antennas."
As if to add a bit of humour, those turned toward the bard, too. But as he spoke, Tenna's relaxed nature lessened, until he turned his entire body in Octavo's direction in a few moments of stunned silence.
At least, until he remembered his words.
"You're--like us! But you became you without a Dark Fountain! Octavo that's--"
Wow! With the fireworks, too!
"What?! No, this is fantastic! You have no idea how many of us were like you! Sure, I was a TV, but there's others: playing cards, computers, whatever the hell an 'e-mail' is! Ha, no wonder we got along so well! I--Wait wait, don't get all glooby like that! You're not like any of us now. You had a dream to be in the Light World so strong that you actually made it happen!
"Who cares if you didn't start out like most Lightners do? That doesn't make you any less of a person."
Tenna's enthused response has Octavo tearing up all over again. The thought of a whole world of people like him... People who were created for a purpose, who felt fulfillment in it, but who also knew the fear of abandonment, of destruction they could do nothing to prevent. People who did not have the advantage of being magic, who were always going to be at the mercy of their inanimate forms... Who had no way to communicate that they were there, that they wanted to live.
"I- I am, I know I am a person. I'm being a bit self-effacing," he coughs. "But at the same time, it's... People have families, they have cultures. Childhoods. Those things are not so easy to play-act, especially when you look off on top of it. I can entertain, I could charm people if I tried, but I was never going to be accepted as one of them."
His smile returns, wistful as he looks up at Tenna. "That's one of the reasons I like this city. None of that really matters. Once you get over the shock of arrival, there's no... expectation, of what anyone else is supposed to be like. We're all on equal footing, so to speak."
The Darkner is always happiest when making someone smile. It's what he lived for, really! When it's one of relief like that, he manages to glow a little brighter--more noticeable with dusk rapidly approaching. The fact that the other used to be an object didn't change that.
"Y'know? I'm glad to hear you say that, of all people. You'll keep playing in whatever big sandbox this is, then?"
He wondered if he would ever think like that. Being on equal footing with a Lightner... Hard for him to imagine.
"...Hey, um."
...
"I was. Going to get started on a line-up for when everybody comes back. Just some easy watching to get everyone's minds off the... y'know. Since I don't really fight like the rest of them. Why don't you come with me and lay back for a bit? Studio's more or less safe; probably moreso now that I have my stuff back for now. If they're still out there by morning, you can join the fight again. Smiling or not, you still look like you got run over by a truck."
He cocks a brow. Plenty of Darkners out there, just living right under peoples' noses. They wouldn't know they're there, and wouldn't even know to look. Of course, that's by design- someone's design, at least. Still, for one to know him isn't something Flowery expected.
"I'm?"
In lieu of an answer, a memory. Flowery's eyes widen, despite himself, as Asgore comes into view. Back before everything, back when he still smiled. Back when all the Colored Flowers were just flowers, and all of them were perfectly happy to just look beautiful. They didn't need to do anything else. He never would've asked anything else of them anyways.
"...'Course I didn't, oldbuddy."
The memory ends, and Flowery closes his eyes. "Heh, caught me off guard there. But what can I say? Goregore took great care of all of us. We owe him everything, but that's only natural, right? To want to repay the people who take care of you? It's so human!"
He laughs, running a hand through his hair. He really hadn't expected something like that, and it threw him off for a moment. But he's back, and now he's gotta deal with this Darkner again.
"Gorey's... had better times," says, shrugging. "He hasn't been the same since everything went bad. Lotta pressure on himself, you know? Lost his job, his family... not that it ever did him much good. He could be better off, if he just... well, I guess he's on his way, now."
A wistful smile, followed by a larger grin. "But cowboy show, sure! We had one in the Flower Kingdom! Nothing better than kicking back with the boys in the diner after the show's!"
He doesn't ask about Toriel. He knows enough from the things Asgore's said over the years.
"And hey, if he ever shows up again, maybe you can shows him some shows! Just like oldtimes, huh TVguy?"
Thankfully for the other (Plant...ner?), the moment only went acknowledged by a brief, genuine moment of sympathy. His first few days in the city were pretty miserable for similar reasons. It was quashed pretty quickly by his next few statements, though.
"Yeah, better without his two wonderful kids, huh." The CRT retorts, tone sarcastic and sour.
It's the absence of Toriel's name that catches his attention, but on her behalf, the CRT doesn't comment. Toriel was doing fine compared to Asgore--he saw Kris bring home those flowers!
(But he thinks it's a good idea for Asgore to stop embarrassing himself and move on, too...)
"How about those dinner-and-a-movies, though! Sounds like a blast! Don't worry, I know all his favourites already. All we need is the big guy himself!"
...
"...And whoever The Boys are, sure. I guess they can come too."
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𝐦𝐞𝐰 - "..................." She's staring at the meter floating behind her. Following her. Pink had hoped that stupid function wouldn't work here, and yet...
"MEW!? HEY! STOP LOOKING AT THAT! AND I DON'T KNOW WHY THERE'S ALREADY A POINT IN IT!!!!"
Octavo wipes his eyes with one hand and accepts the cigarette with the other, lighting it with a small swirl of purple flame in his palm. He'd found out about these while living here, but he didn't smoke often. Wasn't good for his voice, and he needed that, especially right now. But... one couldn't hurt.
He laughs under his breath. "That'd be nice, wouldn't it. It's got to end at some point. They always seem to. Speaking of having things in common, though... There's something else I should really tell you."
Exhaling, he rests his chin on his knuckles. It's a speech he's thought about, rehearsed in his head while he was trying to fall asleep. "I wasn't born a person, a- a lightner, as you call them. I wasn't born at all. I was crafted, by someone who was probably long gone by the time I started to wake up."
Smoke coils around his fingers as he wiggles them languidly in air quotes. "...I was an instrument. A lyre. Played by spellcasters, soaking up magic over years and years, centuries... But I wanted to be the one performing. I wanted to choose what happened to me. So I... became this." He gestures to himself, smiling sheepishly. "...a pretty good approximation of a person, on most days. But you never really forget that you're..." It comes out in a sigh, as he brings the cigarette back to his lips. "That you're something else."
The screen tilts from the sunset to the other, watching the last of the golden light fade away into night time.
"I'm all antennas."
As if to add a bit of humour, those turned toward the bard, too. But as he spoke, Tenna's relaxed nature lessened, until he turned his entire body in Octavo's direction in a few moments of stunned silence.
At least, until he remembered his words.
"You're--like us! But you became you without a Dark Fountain! Octavo that's--"
Wow! With the fireworks, too!
"What?! No, this is fantastic! You have no idea how many of us were like you! Sure, I was a TV, but there's others: playing cards, computers, whatever the hell an 'e-mail' is! Ha, no wonder we got along so well! I--Wait wait, don't get all glooby like that! You're not like any of us now. You had a dream to be in the Light World so strong that you actually made it happen!
"Who cares if you didn't start out like most Lightners do? That doesn't make you any less of a person."
kind of? an ear flicks idly as dar'khol offers the other a few blinks, listening as his assumption is kindly corrected. though, in all fairness, he wasn't too far off the mark from the sounds of it. tenna still stood as some form of caregiver; one with a running history of the children involved.
he almost can't help the softness that tugs at his lips, curling into a warm smile. it sounded like a comfortable arrangement. knowing them prior and still being able to occupy their lives, even here. perhaps there's a touch of envy that lingers in his appreciative warmth, but it was buried as quickly as it was recognized.
"heh, aye. your whole 'tevy' shtick is still somethin' to get used to. regardless of how common those screens o' yours get used."
projection boxes were his best understanding of them; inanimate objects. at least, when it came to all but the big man himself.
though, as tenna's screen is brought closer and static accumulates into a vivid picture dar'khol's left to reevaluate his prior understanding. 'there i am' he says, and all the warrior sees is one of those very same boxes. nothing special about it -- no facial features or attached suit. the wired baubles atop it -- the antennae -- remained recognizable, however.
"...that?" quirking a brow, dar leans in a little closer, a hand brought up to hold his chin. "... you're so... compact. more plain to th' eye, even. if we were anywhere else, i'd say ya were pullin' my tail."
"Oh, I used to be more decorated! Tori would put the holiday cards on top of my head, or I'd get a festive little garland. I had some stickers, too, but they fell off after a while..."
He shrugs! Here, he could dress how he wanted... but. He usually doesn't. Not much fits him outside of his typical wardrobe (and it reminds him of the place he used to occupy in the Dreemurr's house...)
"People like you usually can't see me like this. If this Light World wasn't so unique, I'd probably still be plugged into a wall on a counter! For whatever reason, though, I can take my Dark World form here. Haven't really questioned it too much--I'm afraid they'd take it away. And I like seeing the sun."
And walking around to see what a breeze really felt like, and what the earth smelled like after it rained.
"Speaking of tails, I've got one of those, too! It just gets in the way when I'm moving around, so it just sits in my back pocket. Not a lot of people know I have one!"
What he considers a 'tail' is actually a wall plug. It briefly wiggles behind him before coiling back up.
Tenna's story, the sideways image on the screen, brings back a particular memory. The worn carpet under his cheek, wet and warm with his blood. A golden light shining through the crack of a doorway, and then...
While the details differ, Octavo knows the feeling, doesn't he. The cloying desperation not to be left behind, forgotten, trapped in a place you couldn't leave because you were just a thing. A thing without arms or legs or a voice of your own. Nobody knew you were in there, because why would they?
It wasn't something someone born a person could ever understand, but Tenna...
"Oh- I have your things," Octavo says quietly, not wanting to interrupt. From his bag, he withdraws the wallet, the journal, and the cigarettes, sliding them across the table to Tenna.
"That must have been..." He shakes his head, fidgeting with his locket. "I say must have, but I... I think I've been in a similar place. It's the worst feeling in the world. Even all the times I've died, I would have taken any of them over being left behind. I would have done anything... So. I understand, why you did it. Why you acted that way. Sometimes you have to do what... needs to be done, no matter what."
They probably wouldn't have missed him when he was gone, either. One less threat to Hyrule. He reaches out to put his free hand on Tenna's wrist. Tears well in his eyes, the sunset glinting orange pinpricks. "Nobody should have to die alone."
Wordlessly, he slides the items the rest of the way to his side. The little notebook and the wallet, those were the important ones. Cigarettes were replaceable; years of hand-written stage directions weren't. Frankly, the wallet wasn't either--it was the first thing a Lightner had ever given him as a gift, and it's pull of polaroid photos from the camera Kris gave him. Something of his old life, and something of his new one.
Needing a lighter wasn't necessary, though. When he snaps his fingers, the zap from the electricity is enough to light the tip. He's polite enough to blow the smoke away from his companion and out through the broken window.
"...only one other person ever understood, too. And even he had some words about it."
The box is offered over, in the event Octavo wanted one.
"...This is a pretty @#$% thing to have in common. You know that, right?"
And yet somehow? It makes him feel better. The other's calloused hand on his wrist was a comfort he didn't think he'd miss. If he believed it was a romantic gesture, his tone would change, but touch was something the CRT enjoyed sharing. Something physical and grounding... It's something he'd seen Toriel do often, too, to comfort others. (Real people, anyway.)
"But at least someone gets it."
Someone who he didn't have a complicated relationship with, anyway.
"...That means you shouldn't either, y'know. I mean, I'd prefer if you didn't die at all. But that's kind of your thing at this point, huh."
...
"I feel like you'd really enjoy a dark comedy. If we get out of this mess, remind me to show it to you."
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