: ̗̀➛ Mr. Ant Tenna & Reader Headcanons #6 (Various Versions Edition)
➛ Defernull
Truth be told it is a nightmare being on the receiving end of his so-called affection. He’s rude and downright cruel at times, seeming to take pleasure in making your life a living hell, and shouting at him only seems to make it worse because he grins and looms like a hulking giant, fizzling out the fire within you without even trying.
And you don’t know how angry he is about his feelings, how furious he becomes whenever his thoughts wander towards you, whenever he imagines your smiling face or the sound of your laughter, or how you’ve never looked at him with that sweet expression of yours; eyes wrinkling from your loving smile.
He hates that he’s falling in love with you, and he hates that he can’t help but treat you badly in hopes that you’ll leave so he doesn’t have to see you anymore… But what he hates the most is that he doesn’t want you to go, that he doesn’t truly want to treat you badly, that he wants you to look at him and only him; staring into his screen all day; smiling and laughing.
He is not a sweet man. Maybe he once was when he was new, but those years are long gone, and such sugary sweetness doesn’t survive in this world, but you… He can’t let you wander alone when you’re so—so—So good!
You’re too good; too kind; too… forgiving.
It leaves a sour taste in his mouth when you forgive him for the way he’s treated you. It makes him frown when you ask if something is bothering him, because really, why would he act that way unless something was amiss? As if the likes of him couldn’t take pleasure from causing pain; how naïve of you to think otherwise.
Why are you so kind? Why are you so forgiving? Why are you treating him kindly and why are you—you—touching his hand with a worried look upon your face? Why are you—
“Why are you crying?”
Why is he—what?
He does not weep but there are tears of static trickling down his screen, and nothing but his frowning mouth remains upon the blackened screen, and he curses, and he throws the chair at his side into the wall, shattering it into pieces. And he doesn’t weep… he doesn’t weep… He…
He weeps; silent for he wishes to not utter a sound, but his knees fall onto the floor, and he claws at the carpet; angry; furious at himself for falling in love; for being weak when he shouldn’t be.
And the touch of your arms as they come around him as best they can, the softness of your flesh pressing him closer; a breath of fresh, sweet-smelling air, it forces his mind to someplace else, somewhere that is comfortable and colourful; somewhere else than here.
The door to his office is locked, and Tenna is too lost to keep up the anger and frustrations, and you are so warm and soft… so soft…
Soft as his arms come around you; squeezing, pressing you closer as your face vanishes against the crook of his neck, and you are safe here; with him. You’ll only be safe with him.
He will keep you safe, sweet light.
“Just look at me; only at me. No one else.”
Just listen to what he tells you, listen to what he says, and you’ll be safe. Just remember to stay inside and watch him; everyday, all day.
He only wants you to watch him; just you.
➛ SpamCoffinAU
You’ll hear him sigh, a soft and faraway sound, and you’ll turn to see him staring with that ever-present smile upon his face. It’s a miracle you didn’t smell him before hearing him, the scent of his perfume so strong it almost hurts your nose at times.
He is soft-spoken and sweet but there’s always been something… off about him. You cannot put your finger on it, but there is something primal within you that makes you want to run away whenever he comes close, a bad feeling in your stomach.
But it’s difficult to say no to him when he is near. You like hearing him talk, and when you stand and listen to him, keeping your eyes upon him, you swear you can hear his breath stutter as he reaches out a hand to gently trail the back of his fingers across your cheek. The touch is gentle; tender, but it is laced with a hidden urge you cannot name; like an animal wishing to pounce but forcefully holds itself back.
He never uses his second pair of hands on you, always keeping them clasped together in front of his abdomen, but once you swore you saw chains beneath his jacket when he leaned close to tell you something. You didn’t bring it up, but you know that he knows that you saw something. He didn’t comment on it, only continued to smile pleasantly, his soft laugh making the hair on the back of your neck stand up.
Everyone says that he became odd after Spamton vanished, and he isn’t as touchy as he used to be, but… it’s difficult to believe that when he stands so close to you, touching you whenever he can, his breathing trembling whenever you return the gestures.
You’d caught him coughing up blood once and you’d been so alarmed that all worries had promptly vanished as you’d rushed over to help him; setting your hands upon his shoulders as he sat slumped over. He didn’t stop staring for the whole hour you were with him, your hands working carefully to clean his face, doing what they could to perform whatever healing magic you were able to do.
“You are such a sweet, delicate little light,” said Tenna, speaking so softly you barely heard him. His hand cradled your cheek, and tears began to trickle down his screen as he smiled, his teeth still bloodied. “My little light.”
Your heart fluttered, your cheeks reddened, and your hands began to sweat as a chill passed down your spine. And Tenna tipped his head to the side, facial expression softening into something loving and devoted. It was sweet, it should have been lovely, but it made you afraid. It is only now that you’ve noticed the scent of blood clinging to him like a desperate parasite, and, beneath that, you caught the faint scent of something almost fruity; nauseously sweet in a… a… In an almost decomposing kind of manner.
It’s difficult to say if you want Tenna’s love, because he frightens you and there is something wholly unnerving and wrong with him, but he’s nothing but sweet, nothing but soft and gentle with you, and his touch makes your skin tingle, and there are butterflies within your belly whenever you return the gesture and you see him shudder; screen flushing red, tears forming as he mutters: “My little light, how I’ve come to love you so.”
➛ UTSpamtenna
You met them when you ventured through the ankle-deep water and past all the trash, nearly having a heart attack as they leapt up from a large trash heap, shouting their welcomes and greetings.
The visit to this area were supposed to be brief, but the duo had been so charming, so hopeful and sweet, and you’d been unable to leave because you couldn’t get enough of them; listening to them, watching them emote, smiling from how friendly they were and how kindly they treated you.
Neither Tenna nor Spamton had planned to fall for a human. Spamton had been so close to sending a letter to Undyne about you being here, but… He couldn’t do it. The way you smiled, the way you laughed at their jokes and presentations, it was so lovely. And Tenna had always struggled with becoming smitten with those who enjoyed listening to him speak, and you were such an animated viewer; you loved all that he did; all that they did.
How could they not fall in love with you.
Yours is the skin that is touched by sunlight and moonlight, and yours is the touch that is gentle as it holds their hands; fingers interlaced as you lay upon a large trash heap, looking up at the glowing stones far up above in the caverns roof.
They will do anything to make you stay. Don’t go further than this, because… if you do, then you may be hurt. You may be killed, and they can’t bear the thought of that anymore.
Tenna weeps the moment you appear to desire to go further, his cracked screen fizzling with static as he holds you with his lone arm, begging you to stay.
And Spamton hides his face as he keeps a tight grip on your trousers leg; refusing to let you go. Kick him if you want, shake your leg to get him off; he won’t let go.
They can’t let you go; they can’t let you be hurt.
They love you, and they don’t want you to die, so stay here. Stay with them, please. They will keep your hidden, they will keep you safe and protected, and they’ll love you; cherish you, and make you forget the surface; forget the life before you met them.
Please, just stay with them.
Please, don’t go.
Don’t leave.
They love you.
They love you so much.
Don’t go.
➛ SpamtennaSwapAU
You’d picked up his head after he’d fallen whilst attempting to flee from you. He’d scrambled and panicked, and his head had tumbled from his hands and rolled down near your feet, and the sight had been horrifying, and you’d thought him dead, but then the head at your feet made such strange noises and he’d rambled about this and that…
It’d been a great shock when you picked up his head, blinking at him with big eyes, and then giving it back to his nervous, fiddling hands. How his body had walked up to you without you noticing… Shudder.
He’d started following you after that, showing up in nearby trash cans and dumpsters; always so small and fragile, antennas drooping as he seems to hide from your sight, but his screen flush red when you cast your eyes upon him, and you will not know it but his mechanical heart threatens to burst; the sight of you so lovely and sweet.
Tenna falls in love easily. He’s always struggled with that, but you’re gentle and kind, and you sometimes leave him food by the dumpster you’ve seen him in, and the meal is warm, and it’s laced with your wonderful self. He’s never felt so satisfied after a meal before, but this leaves a pleasant feeling in his belly, and it makes the ache to become brave grow within him.
He’s so nervous when he tries to speak to you, stuttering with his screen glitching as you smile at him; patient with him to finish his sentences.
Do you notice the way his body nearly bursts into flames whenever you accidentally touch him, or worse, how dizzy he becomes when you lay a hand upon his shoulder or gently lift one of his drooping antennas.
He doesn’t see himself as deserving, but he’s selfish in this regard, and he cannot get enough of your gentle nature. When was the last time someone treated him kindly and without nefarious intentions? He cannot remember…
But what does remembering matter when you finally hold him, his small body safe and warm in your hands. It makes him shudder, a smile of genuine joy finding its way onto his screen, and he nuzzles you and allows his head to lay down in your palm; knowing you will not hurt him.
It feels so good to be held.
It feels so good to be loved.
It feels so good to be with you.
➛ Deltanova
He’s a delight, he’s a star amongst literal stars, and he is a menace when in love. You cannot count the number of times he’s appeared out of nowhere to swoop you up into his arms, his rocket shoes propelling your both at such speeds you screech and must cling to him for dear life. You’ve recently come to understand that he does this on purpose, taking pleasure in feeling your tight grip around him. His lovely smile chases away all negative feelings within you, so it’s near impossible to stay mad at him. You can only lightly smack him in the head for it. He sticks out his tongue at you, still smiling.
How often has he picked you up to sway with you upon the light of the cosmos? It is hard to tell because the moments are many, but they are all sweet and wonderful; fantastical in their nature as Tenna keeps a secure hold on you.
The dark universe is laced with webs of space dust and distant lights, and Tenna will hold your hand as he shows you whatever he can; his gaze fixed on your amazed expression; mesmerized by the sight of you.
How often he ponders on your origin. Not a Darkner, and not a Lightner, but closer to the latter than the former. What are you, glimmering star? Who are you; where did you come from, and would you ever wish to go back and leave him behind? If he can entertain you enough, sing for you and make you laugh, show you all the wonders of his world, the surely, you wouldn’t wish to ever leave.
He dresses you up so prettily, grinning from edge to edge at the sight of you in beautiful clothes picked out by him; made to match him.
“This place could be your home too,” he says, holding your hands as his voice calls you back from your endless stargazing. “Wouldn’t that be nice?”
Wouldn’t it be nice to stay with him forever; stay here, forever?
And perhaps you are lost for words, but you bring tears to his screen as you smile, your eyes crinkling at the corners as you dive forward, enveloping him within a warm embrace.
Do you know that you shine the brightest of all within this world? Do you know that Tenna hasn’t seen anything as brilliantly wonderful as you; couldn’t have dreamed of it. You are the shooting stars he wishes upon, come down to bless him with your light, and now you hold him; nuzzling your cheek against his chest, and he can do nothing but sniffle as he tightens the embrace; wishing to keep you in his arms forever.
➛ [LIGHT]House
You’ve been stranded upon this isle for days, counting the hours until a ship will pass by so you may wave them close, but nothing ever shows up upon the horizon.
Nothing ever shows up, except from a figure far out at sea.
You’ve only spotted it at night when you stand atop the lighthouse, taking comfort in the rotating light which turns on the second darkness falls. None is here to man it, but perhaps it is one of those new modern ones; unmanned and only occasionally checked upon. And yet… why is there food in the cottage down below and why are there crates that washes up upon the beaches every week, full of food and water.
You don’t know what to make of the situation you’ve found yourself in, the lighthouse having clear signs of someone living in it, but no one is there.
No one… but the figure out at sea.
It’s coming closer.
Each night you see it coming closer; still upon the black waves; watching you.
You don’t know what it is but the sight of it frightens you, and you huddle beneath the sheets of the largest bed within the lighthouse; shivering as if something is coming near, but nothing but the wind ever brushes against the windows.
It is in the morning that, when the sunlight shines and the wind is warm, that your breath is stolen and tears trickle down your cheeks, because there are puddles of water by the bedside; your sheets damp; your skin clammy; your lips tasting like salt.
You try to make a raft but you’re too afraid to push it out into the water, the sensation of something malevolent pushing you back whenever you attempt to drag the poor attempt at a raft out onto the waves. You look at the sea, and you see nothing.
The raft is gone the next morning.
There is no comfort but the framed posters on the walls of the bedroom, but these, too, has you frightened because you recognise the figure in them. It’s a TV host, jovial and pleasant in appearance, his smile so bright and lovely… Why do you see the same figure out at sea? Is it… Is it him?
There is someone laughing at night now, light and smooth; deep and distant.
Something taps at the underside of the hatch on the first floor, but you dare not approach it.
Paranoia is ever present, and your mind feels like it’s melting with each passing day, and you swore you heard that thing at sea call out for you, saying sweet things.
“You must be so lonely, my light.” It sounds too close, but the lighthouse is still working, and it doesn’t seem to like it. “Let me comfort you, please?” Why does it sound so sweet… That voice makes your chest fill with ice, but it’s lovely to the ear, and you’re so afraid… Maybe it’s just curious about you… Maybe it’s… Maybe…
“Let me in, my light.”
What happened to the one who lived here before. What happened to the one who wrote those beautiful letters upon the desk… There’d been two individuals… What happened…
Something doesn’t allow ships to come near, or—or something obscured your sight so you cannot see them. Something is keeping you trapped. Something is coming up the stairs at night. Something watches you sleep.
Something is inside the lighthouse.
Something is inside the lighthouse.
Something is staring at you.
It knows you’re awake.
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