#checkthescript

GOT DONE WITH THIS AS SOON AS I COULD SO HERE!!! This be a little something for @checkthescript because I've been really loving their take on the TV man writing-wise and I NEEDED to make some art for them after that last event that happened on their blog!!

-ˏˋ Welcome to Ask CTS Tenna ! ˊˎ

╰┈➤ This is a fully interactive, open-to-everyone, literate/descriptive character ask-roleplay blog on which your actions truly matter. How so? you might wonder. Well, dear Reader, assuming your ask is sent off Anon or you use an Anon signoff, Tenna will remember you and form opinions about you. More than that, he has an inventory. The items you give him don't just disappear into the aether (assuming he decides to keep them). Much like an actual person, he has opinions about everything, including the folks he interacts with, meaning you can actually befriend (or make an enemy out of) this Tenna; be sure to keep any mischief on Anon if you want have a positive relationship with him! He is multiship as well, so please be nice and pretend other love interests simply do not exist if that's the route you want to go.

Oh! I almost forgot to mention: he can die—permanently! So please be careful with the poor ol' guy! Or don't. It's all up to you, really.

Tenna's stats etc below the cut.

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( ooc: new to this- don’t know this is an au or smth but I LOVE deltarune rp accounts teehee )

[ * The studio is hustling and bustling. Pippinses and Shadowguys are all on the move, some carrying supplies, others chattering amongst themselves in discussions about scripts and schedules.]

[* Ramb was lingering in his usual spot behind the counter of the Green Room's concessions stand, idly wiping at its already sparkling surface.]

[* A lone Zapper stood next to a nearby door, swaying gently back and forth in what appeared to be a valiant effort to stay awake.]

[* From all appearances, everything seemed to be running smoothly—business as usual.]

[* You found him tucked away in a side room.]

[* Judging by the oversized couch in the corner, the dust-covered awards, and ancient-looking faded fan letters pinned all over the walls, this was Tenna's private room.]

[* The CRT man himself sat at a desk to the left of the door, silently holding and poking what appeared to be a small doll of his likeness. It had a bandaid on the front of it. At the sound of your voice, he appeared to jump slightly, his blocky head whipping quickly around to look at you over his shoulder.]

* HUH-? You're not MIKE! Who- What- What are you- How did you-!?

[* The TV spluttered frantically, scrambling up to his feet. He waved his hands around as he looked this way and that, clearly in shock and seemingly unable to settle on what he was supposed to do with himself physically.]

(* It feels like it's been so long since I've had any actual VISITORS! What do I do, what do I do-!?) (* ... Get it together, Tenna. For Pete's sake, you're a star! You can act! So ACT! NATURAL!)

[* Finally, with a rough metallic clearing of his throat, he spun around and faced you. He seemed to be trembling lightly despite the wide grin he pulled on his facial screen. The tone he took sounded practiced.]