#ler!spamton

Today had been a rather… delicate day. Tenna, more restless and gloomy than usual, did everything he could to finish his work, hand out orders, and instruct Mike not to let ANYONE into his office.

Though a little confused, the employees didn't say a word and simply let the grumpy CRT retreat into his den, slamming the door behind him.

With determined steps, he walked over to his desk and settled into his chair. He opened a drawer, pulled out a sheet of paper and a pen, and began scribbling random things. He just needed something to keep his mind occupied and stop himself from reacting too much to the various sensations assailing him.

It was spring-cleaning day. Toriel was scrubbing the house from top to bottom… and his physical form was no exception. The monster carefully ran a feather duster over every inch of the CRT's surface. Tenna had to bite the inside of his cheeks to keep from making the slightest sound.

It didn't hurt! It just tingled—a lot. Like a ticklish sensation creeping over every part of him… Without a little concentration, he would've burst out laughing already.

He just had to wait until Toriel was finished, and everything would go back to normal. It wasn't the first time this had happened, and the CRT always managed just fine.However…

It seemed Mike didn't know how to follow orders properly, because the office door swung open, letting in a small white puppet with tiny black wings.

Without a word, the puppet climbed onto his desk and started rambling about this and that. Tenna couldn't care less. He ignored him and kept pretending to write down new ideas.

Usually, Spamton didn't care whether anyone was listening. It wasn't the first time he'd barged into the office and made himself at home, despite the CRT's grumbling.

But today, the puppet apparently felt like being a pain, because he started rattling off a whole string of jokes, each one somehow dumber than the last.Jokes that, unfortunately, were sometimes capable of coaxing an amused smile out of the grumpy boss.

But of all days, Spamton just had to pull this now.The tingling sensations, combined with the stupid jokes, were steadily cracking poor Tenna's composure. He was doing everything he could to keep a straight face and maintain his usual seriousness.

The moment a small, timid giggle slipped out, the puppet fell silent, simply staring at Tenna with his head tilted slightly to the side.

"DID YOU JUST LAUGH?"

There was no mockery, no malice in the puppet's voice. He sounded genuinely intrigued by a sound he hadn't heard in a... very, very long time.

When was the last time he'd heard his partner laugh? Probably sometime during the Big Shot Era ,the time when he hadn't... given Tenna the attention and love he deserved. Spamton regularly cursed his former self, even if he didn't exactly appreciate the puppet body he had now.

"I don’t laugh."

Tenna replied, raising a hand to hide the beginning of a smile. God, the ticklish sensations were awful.

And now that his poor defenses had been shattered by that filthy rat's jokes, there was no way he was going to keep himself under control. He didn't want to look weak in front of Spamton. If he was going to have a moment of weakness, it was supposed to be alone in his office, with no one around.

The TV World boss let his pen fall onto the desk before wrapping his arms around himself, almost as if he were giving himself a hug. It was a futile attempt to shield himself from the invisible tickling, while a few more giggles escaped him despite his best efforts.

His power cable had started to sway gently as well,a detail that didn't escape the puppet, who was still perched on the desk.

"WHAT'S GOING ON?! IF YOU'RE [BROKEN], I CAN [HELP]!"

As amused as he was by the situation, Spamton was genuinely worried. Was this some kind of malfunction? Or... maybe a mouse had gotten into Tenna's wires,that could be dangerous too! If he remembered correctly, the toolbox wasn't far away...

"I-It's nothing! It's my Lightners... I-It's just... c-cleaning d-day. Give me a few minutes. She should be done soon."

Tenna's answer seemed to bring back a few memories. Ah! Cleaning Day! Spamton remembered a time when Tenna had suddenly announced that there wouldn't be a show that day and that Spamton would have to manage things on his own. The poor CRT had been incredibly nervous, occasionally bursting into laughter before quickly composing himself again.

He had eventually explained that, once a month, Toriel dusted the house... and that it tickled him a lot. To avoid disturbing anyone,or letting anyone see him dissolve into a laughing fit,he always shut himself away.

"...I CAN'T BELIEVE I [FORGOT] ABOUT THAT! I'M GONNA [HELP]!"

The CRT let out a low groan. He didn't want help (and... it wasn't as if anyone could help, anyway).But Spamton was far too quick.

In the blink of an eye, he scrambled up Tenna's body and settled comfortably on top of his head.One advantage of being a puppet now was that he was tiny enough to squeeze just about anywhere.Including sitting on top of his partner's head.

"Spamton! I-I don't have time to play with you! G-Get down from there and leave my office!"

"BUT I WANT TO [HELP] DUST OFF MY [GORGEOUS HUSBAND]!"

...Huh? What? No.Oh no. Absolutely not.

That stupid little rat wasn't actually about to do what Tenna thought he was... was he?

Unfortunately...Yes.

The puppet reached into his pocket, pulled out a small cloth, and casually began wiping one of the CRT's antennas, humming to himself as though this were the most ordinary thing in the world.

Immediately, Tenna shot upright, another burst of laughter spilling past his lips.Delighted to hear that sound, Spamton continued his work, then grabbed the other antenna and started polishing that one too.

"Oh shihihit! I swear! I'm gonna kill you! Grrr! Sp-Spamton! Stop!"

He threw both hands up, trying to grab the puppet, but was quickly forced to lower them again to protect his sides. Tiny little angels,with Spamton's appearance,were suddenly fluttering all around him.

Since when...?Oh, that little bastard...!

The miniature angels wasted no time joining in to "clean" Tenna. Some, armed with tiny cloths, slipped beneath his clothes to rub at his stomach and sides. Others even managed to sneak around to his back.

The tingling,the tickling...It was everywhere. Tenna finally burst into full, uncontrollable laughter, much to Spamton's absolute delight...

...Until all the squirming and frantic attempts to swat away the little angels caused him to lose his balance and fall flat onto his back.

He squealed and yelped as the angels immediately resumed dusting him off, while he desperately tried to shield his head whenever one of them reached for his vents.

"Hehehe! N-No! Not thahat! Not there! Hahaha! No! Hehehe!"

"WE'RE ALMOST [DONE]!"

He was going to kill Spamton after all of this. For now, though, he was nothing more than a laughing puddle, completely out of strength to defend himself.

His tail was wagging happily, however,a small giveaway that Tenna was actually having fun, even if he refused to admit it.

After a good five minutes of ticklish cleaning, the little angels vanished, leaving the TV World boss sprawled on his back, trying to catch his breath.

The puppet climbed onto his chest and glanced at his screen, just to make sure everything was alright,and that he hadn't broken anything when he fell.

"ARE YOU OKAY, [BUNNY HEAR]?"

Tenna's screen suddenly flickered to life, displaying two cartoon characters locked in a chase scene. A moment later, one of them finally caught the other and start tickling him.

The images disappeared.In their place, the word "RUN" flashed across the screen in bright red.Then, the number 5 appeared beneath it.

The puppet let out a snicker.Predictably, Tenna was going to make him pay for that. So he immediately jumped off the TV and bolted toward the office door......Only to be caught by one of the CRT's extra arms.

Haha... yeah. He'd kind of forgotten that Tenna had a second pair of arms that could stretch over surprisingly long distances.

There he was, brought back to Tenna, who was now standing, his screen black and... far, far too calm. He retrieved Spamton before... forcing him down onto his desk and holding his body in place with one hand.

He raised his other hand, extending his claws and slowly wiggling them above the poor puppet.

"Alright. Now it's your turn !I wonder if you're capable of getting a taste of your own medicine, Spamton."

It was like back then when Tenna always wore a grouchy smile and only really laughed or smiled at Spamton's corny jokes or being tickled.

Spamton and Tenna were both cuddling on the couch when the outlaw playfully began to dance his fingers up and down Tenna's sides. He smiled when he felt the sheriff squirm, but it turned into a frown when he noticed his boyfriend looked ashamed for a few seconds before covering his mouth with both hands.

"Tens?" Spamton spoke in a gentle tone, "What's wrong?" Silence. A shrug. As the TV shrugged, the shirt lifted up a bit to reveal the sheriff's abs. Spamton felt as if his heart was squeezed when he noticed the faded scratches. He did that. He did that to his precious sheriff out of anger. He insulted his boyfriend's laugh and smile to hurt him when he thought Tenna betrayed him.

"Ant," Spamton cooed in a gentle tone, "I have a question. Please tell me the truth. I promise I won't be angry,"

"Alright," Tenna nodded as he wore a stoic face, "What's the question?" "...are you feeling self-conscious of your laugh and smile after I made those mean comments about them?" Spamton asked as he gently stroked Tenna's stomach. The TV giggled softly. Spamton stopped tickling his boyfriend. "...Yes, I do," Tenna admitted in a tiny voice, "I was always self-conscious of my laugh and smile. It always sounded ugly to me. When you told me they were ugly...it confirmed my fears. I-I do forgive you for the t-tickle torture and what you said about it, but...it's hard..." "Ant, can I transform into Neo and give you some cuddles and tickles?" Spamton offered. When the TV nodded, he transformed into Neo and hugged his boyfriend protectively close to his chest, "Tens, you wanna know why I love tickling you so much and telling you corny jokes?" "Hmh?" Tenna mumbled, shaking his head. He purred as he was cuddled. He made a squeak when he felt Spamton Neo rake his claws gently over his stomach, "hehehhAHAHAHHA!!" "You have such a beautiful smile and your laugh is angelic. It's like beautiful music to my ears," Spamton Neo smiled warmly as he gently tickled Tenna's stomach and ribs, "I can never get enough of it. You're very handsome, but your smile makes you look even more handsome. You laugh. I can listen to it all day," Tenna was laughing adorably as Spamton Neo continued to tickle him before he finally stopped. "You mean it, Spammy?" Tenna asked in a soft, gentle voice.

"I mean it, Tens," Spamton Neo cooed before giving Tenna a kiss on top of his head. Tenna gave him a kiss on his cheek in return. "Thank you, Spammy. I really needed that!" Tenna beamed before cuddling closer to Spamton Neo. "No prob, Tens," Spamton smiled. As Tenna finally fell asleep, Spamton Neo glanced down at his boyfriend, a look of guilt flashing on his face before a moment.

"You're not bothering me," the outlaw began, "Besides, I wanna practice my massages. They always help. Maybe it'll make you finally relax?"

The sheriff looked thoughtful for a moment before he finally sat on the bed. His outlaw boyfriend helped him take his shirt and jacket off. "Best to take your boots and socks off too. I don't want you to accidentally dirty the blankets and mattress," Spamton suggested as he pointed at Tenna's boots before he helped his boyfriend take them off and then the socks, "Now, lie flat on your stomach and I'll use my magic fingers on my dear boyfriend's sore body," "Alright, Spammy," Tenna nodded as he lied on his stomach before he made a squeak when he felt Spamton climb onto his shoulder, "I'm ready,"

The outlaw cracked his knuckles before he began to work on Tenna's one shoulder. The sheriff made a deep content sight before a giggle slipped when Spamton's fingers accidentally poked his back.

"Sensitive?" Spamton asked playfully as he reached for his boyfriend's side and tickle it to make the TV giggle before Tenna nodded shyly, "You seem to be ticklish everywhere. That makes you even cuter,"

"hehee! I-I thought it's supposed to be a massage!" Tenna squeaked between adorable laughter as Spamton continued to sneak tickles between massages.

"It is! It's a tickle massage. Haehaehae!" the outlaw chuckled before he started to summon several F1 angels, "In fact, I'll get my angels to help me make you feel much better," Tenna squirmed as the angels began to sit on every single inch of his body. The angels giggled warmly as they adore the TV so much. "Let's make him feel happy with healing and tickle massages!" Spamton instructed the little angels. They all squeaked and giggled happily before they began. The little angels began to dig their little hands gently into every single part of Tenna's body from the tip of his antennae to the tips of his toes. Their little fingers massaged and tickled every single part of the super ticklish TV. They tickled at various speeds, gentle scratches, wiggling and all sorts of other tickling techniques.

"hahahAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! Itt feeeels fuunnehehe! AHAAHAHAHAH!" Tenna laughed loudly and happily as the little angles tickled, massaged and healed him all at once.

Tenna softly purred as his antennae were massaged and tickled, giggling.

"eheheKAHAHAHH!! Spamehehehe! It feehehels verehhehehe funneehe!" Tenna squealed as the angels continued to tickle him. "It does?" Spamton asked playfully before he wiggled his fingers into Tenna's sides to make him shriek loudly before the goofiest laughter bubbled from him, "Okay, angels. We need to let Tenna rest. I'll call you next time for tickles," Tenna softly giggled as he rolled onto his back, but looked content. Spamton leaned over to give him a kiss on his screen. "Feeling better, Tens?" the outlaw cooed as he cuddled close to the sheriff. "Much better," Tenna smiled warmly before resting a hand over Spamton's back, "Thank you, Spammy,"

"Anything for my favourite sheriff," Spamton grinned.

"Tens?" Spamton called as peeped inside. Not here?

"H-here," Tenna squeaked from his nightstand. On his nightstand. The TV show host had shrunk down and was small enough to be picked up by the addison.

"Tens? You okay?" Spamton asked as he offered his hand for Tenna to climb on. The TV didn't say anything, but crawled onto the palm of the addison's hand.

"Ant?" Spamton asked, but no answer. The addison poked Tenna's belly, which rewarded him with a tiny squeak and a giggle, "Don't worry, Spamton G. Spamton knows a way to turn that frown upside down!" "Ehehek!" Tenna squeaked before giggles bubbled from him as Spamton gently tickled his stomach, his sides, ribs and underarms. The tiny TV fell on his back and kicked his legs, laughing adorably as the addison continued to tickle him.

Spamton gently stroked Tenna's antennae, which caused the TV show was squeal before bubbly laughter poured out of him. After a few seconds, Tenna grew back to his full size and jumped onto his bed.

"Feeling better?" Spamton asked as he climbed onto Tenna's chest, "So, what's the matter, Ant?"

"Today was a disaster!" Tenna sobbed, "The game show, the cowboy show and the cooking show will surely be cancelled after the disaster we had today!!" "A disaster? No, Ant," Spamton began as he reached over to gently stroked the top of Tenna's head, "The people loved today's game show. They thought it was quite funny. For today's cowboy episode, they loved the idea the sheriff wasn't always perfect with his lasso. For the cooking show, the audience thought it made sense since the chef would often run around," "R-really?" Tenna asked in a tiny, teary voice before Spamton pulled out a file and held up a page.

"This is today's ratings and the audiençe's response to it," Spamton grinned. Tenna looked surprised. Moments later, a flower bloomed from his noise.

"Oh, Spammy! The ratings are stupendous!" Tenna giggled warmly as he wrapped his arms around Spamton and gave him a hug before kissing all over his cheeks, "Thank you! Thank you!" "hahaha! That tickles, Ant!" Spamton cackled before he playfully dug his fingers into Tenna's sides to receive a giggle, "And no more gloobiness on my watch!"

"Spammy! Eheek!" Tenna giggled as Spamton continued to tickle his sides and playfully stroke his antennae.

"No, never!" Spamton Neo shook his head while he chirped before he suddenly noticed a playful, warm smile on the sheriff. Moments later, the TV gently reached his free hand out and began to tickle the giant addison's sides, "w-whaiat! Whahaht are yooohoo doing? heahahha!" "Tickling you, Spammy," Cowboy Tenna giggled warmly as he continued with the tickles, "I don't wanna hurt ya and ya say we can do things to make our opponent tap out as long as it doesn't hurt. Coochie coochie coo!"

Spamton Neo had been gently pinned down on the floor before Cowboy Tenna continued to playfully tickle the addison's poor ribs, sides and armpits. The outlaw shrieked loudly as he kicked his legs, cackling loudly. He tried to use his free arm to reach for Cowboy Tenna's side. Almost there.

"Coochie coochie coo! Oh golly, you're so ticklish!" Tenna teased as he playfully danced his fingers towards his boyfriend's stomach.

"HAHAHAHAH! NOOHHOT AS TEEHECKLESH AS--NOOHOT THERE!--AS YOU! HAHAHHA!" Spamton Neo squawked before he finally managed to sneak a tickle into Tenna's ticklish sides, "Tickle tickle tickle!" "Eep! heehehehe! Spameeheee!" Tenna made a little squeak before he ,but refuse to stop tickling Spamton Neo.

"Yes, my ticklish Tenna?" the addison feigned innocence as his free hand attacked more ticklish spots, "Coochie COochie Coo! Haehaehahe. You're too ticklish, so just give up," "N-never! hehehehAHHAHA!" Tenna shrieked between laugh-snorts before he aimed to tickle Spamton's stomach, "Coochie cooochie coo! hahaah!! Eehek!" "TENENENA! YER A MEEEHEN TEEECKLE MONSTER! HAHAHAHHA!" Spamton shrieked as he felt his poor stomach attacked. Tenna had let go of Spamton to tickle with both hands, which Spamton Neo returned in kind. Their wrestling match became an all-out tickle fight to see who can make the other laugh loudest.

In the end, they tired each other out and both cuddled in the middle of the room. Both giggling.

"A tie?" Tenna asked, still giggling.

"A tie!" Spamton chuckled, "Haehaheahe. Never knew you could be such a tickle monster,"

The cowboy simply blushed as he looked shy, which made Spamton laugh warmly before giving him a hug.

Another sigh escaped the lips of the broken CRT as he lazily listened to the words repeated by the Echo Flowers like a flock of parrots.

Normally, this didn't really bother Tenna. He loved listening to monsters' conversations; sometimes he even found them cute! But this time...

The flowers wouldn't stop repeating discussions between monsters complimenting each other on various things or playfully teasing one another.

All of it stirred feelings of envy and jealousy within him. Worse still, some of them were confessions!

As adorable as all of this was, it filled the towering CRT with jealousy. It brought back painful memories of a time when he had been... a popular monster. One with a huge audience! Everyone wanted his attention and never stopped praising him! Oh, how he missed receiving and reading fan mail overflowing with admiration and compliments.

-Dear Cathode, you seem a little... sad. Is something wrong? If some monsters have been making fun of you again, please tell me who they are so I can kick their butts! Sincerely, your brave mailman who is worried about you.

The concern-filled voice of his partner forced him to tear his attention away from the Echo Flowers. He slowly turned his cracked screen toward the small monster, who had placed a hand on his knee, taking advantage of the fact that the larger monster had sat down.

In a way, that simple gesture made him smile a little. Spamton had always been there for him, ever since he found him in the dump. Even though his own body was in poor condition, the little mailman always did his best to repair him and buy replacement parts for his broken body. He had even found a pair of rings in the junkyard! Since then, they had acted as though they were married, even though nothing had ever been made official.

But honestly? That suited Tenna just fine.

He loved being loved, and of course, he loved the little mailman who took care of him in return. Not a single day went by without Tenna showering the small monster with affection, sometimes making the bird-like creature giggle while nestled in his arms, weakly pleading for the endless rain of kisses to stop.

-I'm... fine?

Tenna lied, trying to force a reassuring smile onto his screen. The lie, however, didn't seem very convincing. Spamton merely frowned and gently patted his leg.

Ah... right. His partner was very good at telling when he was lying, wasn't he? But he didn't want to worry him with his feelings, either.

Guilt quickly washed over him. The CRT's golden antennae drooped in front of his screen as he shifted uncomfortably. Across from him, the mailman waited patiently for Tenna to feel ready to share what was bothering him.

They often struggled with communication, but both of them had learned to put a great deal of effort into it over the years.

-Of course that wouldn't work on you...

He let out a small sigh.

-It's just that I've been feeling a little jealous... and envious, I guess. The Echo Flowers keep repeating monsters complimenting each other, and it just reminds me of the days when I used to receive so much praise. I miss it. Now I'm just a defective CRT. Nobody wants to compliment me anymore.

Tenna finally admitted it, with a small sad smile and while holding back tears. He hadn't wanted to talk about it with his little mailman because it was stupid. He needed to move on and just focus on his current life!

-My poor CRT, what you're feeling is normal. There's no shame in being nostalgic or envious. Maybe when I've finally managed to repair you completely, you'll be able to go back on stage and receive all the praise you want to hear! I promise to do my best and work even harder. Sincerely, your mailman who loves you.

The TV man has to hold himself back from crying tears of joy and taking his precious partner into his arms to cuddle him. Oh, how kind he is! But he doesn't want Spamton to exhaust himself either, or end up unable to spend time with him because he has taken another job. Repairs are long and difficult, and they live in the dump!

Maybe the day they can go to the Surface...

-your words make me very happy, and I know I can trust you! But please, don't overwork yourself too much, alright? I need to be patient! It's just... my selfishness speaking. Besides, I already have you, giving me your attention and all the love I need. And I'm really, really happy about that, my love letter.

Spamton blushed and tugged at his hat a little, trying to hide beneath it. The large TV chuckled and raised a hand to give him a few scratches under the neck. A small gesture that was rewarded with a mix of purring and chirps, which made Tenna's heart melt.

-My love, in that case, while we wait, can I try something? You said you miss hearing compliments, so maybe I can do something about that? Sincerely, your partner who has an idea in mind.

Tenna tilted his head to the side, somewhat intrigued. He had trouble figuring out what his partner could be thinking. His body was a mix between a bird monster and a puppet, his face was made up of one very large smile... His eyes were the only way to understand the various emotions he could show... And right now, the mailman's eyes were slightly narrowed, as though he were amused by the situation.

-Go ahead! I apologize again for worrying you...

Then, without warning, the little monster climbed up Tenna and settled on top of his head.

Huh?

What did he want to do up there?

The TV man soon jolted and straightened up when the puppet's segmented fingers wrapped around one of his antennae and gently tapped its tip, as if it were a microphone, to check whether it worked at all.

-Spammy? What are you doing with my antennae...?

The mailman doesn't answer him. He simply brings the antenna closer to his mouth, as close as possible.

-My dear silly box that I love and adore with all my heart, can you hear me? Judging by your reaction, I suppose you can! Then I won't waste any time and will get straight to the point. Are you ready to receive a shower of compliments from a miserable mailman?

The corner of Tenna's lips curls upward as he makes an effort not to squirm or shake his head so as not to dislodge the little monster.

It doesn't hurt! It's just that his antennae are rather... sensitive. And his partner's breath after every word ... Oh boy, it tickles!

-Yeees, I'm reaaady!

His tail wags happily behind him, helping him release some of his energy and his need to... move because of the sweet torment his husband is unintentionally putting him through.

-In that case, I'll begin! You are the love of my life, and you have the most beautiful screen I have ever seen in my entire life (and believe me, I see a lot of things in our dump). You're funny, and your humor and jokes always make me laugh. You always have the right words to encourage me whenever I lose hope or run into difficulties in my work or with my brothers!

The compliments and sweet words from his other half make the tall TV man blush, and he eventually starts squirming a little. He digs his claws into the ground while small joyful giggles escape him.

It's truly awful how much it tickles, but he doesn't want it to stop. He wants to keep hearing the compliments !

-Hehe, reeeally?

-I’m incapable of lying to you! Well… where was I? You are also very patient with me when I have trouble expressing myself. When I need space, you do what’s necessary to respect my decision, even if I know it sometimes hurts you. You’re a very warm monster, you manage to lift my spirits almost all the time! Should I also mention that you give incredible hugs?

While the little mailman continues to shower him with praise, Tenna wonders if his heart might explode under all the love and affection the mailman gives him. In any case, he soon gives in and laughs joyfully, both because of the compliments and the ticklish sensation running through the antenna that Spamton is holding against his mouth.

-Spahahammy! It tickles!

Yet he doesn’t ask him to stop. Still not. He can hold on a little longer, especially if it’s compliments coming from Spamton! All of this seems to be giving the mailman new ideas, because his grip around the antenna becomes a little firmer.

-What wonderful information you're so generously giving me! That reminds me… I love hearing you laugh! You have such a cute and contagious laugh that comes straight from the heart, I could listen to it for hours! You're actually the only person in all of the Underground who laughs at my terrible jokes.

Spamton pulls the antenna away, only to use his other hand to spidering along it instead.

This earns a small surprised yelp from the tall monster, whose laughter suddenly doubles.

His claws dig into the ground while his tail slams against it, along with one of his feet, all in an effort not to grab Spamton.

-HEHEHEHAHAHA! P-please!

Spamton simply slides one finger along the antenna, then gently scratches the top of it, making Tenna let out an adorable snort.

He hesitates for a moment before grabbing the other antenna and doing it to exactly the same treatment.

Only Tenna’s laughter and giggles can be heard, while the mailman is more than happy to have found a way to cheer him up.

It is only when Tenna’s breathing starts to become wheezy, and far too much smoke begins to escape from his vents, that the mailman finally grants him a moment of relief.

And in any case, he doesn’t really have a choice, because the TV man has just fallen backward, his body weakened from the tickling.

-Hehehe… Oh boy… I didn’t know I was that ticklish there! Hihi…

The mailman ends up settling on the TV man’s chest. It had all been very funny, but he’s not done yet!

-One last thing, Tenna! I love TV ! Or rather, I should say: I love you. Thank you for staying by my side and putting up with my personality, I know I’m not always easy to deal with! Sincerely, your mailman who loves you.

To finish it all, he brings his face closer to Tenna’s screen, trying to kiss him. He can’t, since he doesn’t have lips—and he refuses to just use his tongue; it’s gross, and even Tenna would feel uncomfortable with that.

Still, it’s more than enough for the TV man. A lazy smile appears on his screen, while a flower blooms from a crack on his face.

Slowly, Tenna manages to sit back up and take his husband in his arms. He nuzzles his face against him, cherishing his chance to be loved by someone.

-Oh Spammy! I love you too! A thousand words wouldn’t be enough to describe everything I feel for you! But… thank you for cheering me up. Even if it was diabolical of you to tickle me on purpose!! You’re lucky I love you so much, otherwise you’d immediately get a visit from the dump’s tickle monster! …He’s just not hungry right now.

The Tennas and Spamtons from across the multiverse had decided to go for a beach party in one of the multiverses. Defernull Tenna's Spamton and Mettaton weren't able to go with as they had some sort of flu.

Defernull Tenna sat by himself under the umbrella and was grouchy, bringing the mood down the entire morning and most of the afternoon.

"Come in the water, Defernull!" OG!Tenna called out happily from nearby the waves while Cowboy Tenna helped Swap Tenna build a sandcastle, "What's the point of going to the beach in yer swimming trunks and sandals if you just lie there?"

"Working on my tan," Defernull replied deadpan as he glanced towards his counterpart. He felt frustrated his own Spamton and Mettaton couldn't join and felt seething jealousy how everyone else was having fun with their counterparts or their romantic partners, "Can stay here all day,"

"Silicone skin can tan?" one of the Spamton Neos asked curiously as he helped his Tenna set up the volleyball net up. Another Spamton chuckled in amusement.

Swapton sighed in frustration from where he sat near his Tenna as he glanced at the grumpy Defernull Tenna that appeared to have finally fallen asleep, judging by the soft snores coming from the grumpy Tenna.

"I know how to make him happy," Swapton began before he gestured for the nearby Tennas and Spamtons to come closer, "Help me cover him with sand until just his head and feet stick out. I have an idea,"

The Tennas and Spamtons giggled softly as they buried Defernull in the sand, having a sneaky suspicion what Swapton was planning. Since he's a Tenna, they have a feeling he's also ticklish like them. How ticklish? Who knows?!

After a few minutes, Defernull's head and sandaled feet were sticking out from the large amount of sand.

"Here's some feathers and some tickling tools I have," Outlaw Spamton grinned as he offered the tools to Swapton before he sat down.

The Tennas and Spamtons that were curious about Defernull's reaction sat nearby. A few others continued to play or relax in the sun, but were also trying to listen in.

"Ready?" Swapton whispered playfully before he used a feather to tickle Defernull's nose, "Wakey-wakey, sleepyhead,"

"Hmh?" Defernull mumbled as he tried to bring a hand to scratch his itch before he realized he couldn't move. He woke up in surprise, hiding his fear as he realized he can't move and he was buried in sand, "What's going on?"

"Oh, Grumpy is awake," Swapton grinned playfully as he sat by the sandaled feet while twirling a feather betwen his fingers, "You've been such a grump the entire day. Such a frown doesn't suit that handsome face, so I decided we should try and make you happy!"

"By burying me in sand?" Defernull grumbled in a low voice before Swapton removed his sandals and placed them next to his trapped feet "Gr! Leave my sandals alone!"

Defernull felt nervous as he his feet were now bare, noticing how close everyone sat close to his naked soles and toes. Each one within reach and could easily tickle his feet without him being able to stop them.

"I wonder," Swapton began as he twirled a feather between his fingers as he glanced at the nearby Tennas and Spamtons, "Do you think Defernull here have ticklish tootsies?"

Why did the idea of getting some tickles from his counterparts and the Spamtons make his heart flutter? Getting some attention from his counterparts, even if it's teasing and tickling, made him feel happy and wanted? So needy like his old self.

Oh, how pathetic! A tiny blush formed on his screen as he shyly curled his toes in anticipation, expression still stoic.

"Look! He's blushing! The moment you asked if we think he's ticklish," Cowboy Tenna pointed out warmly, which grabbed the other Tennas and Spamtons' attention, "And he curled his toes,"

"Well, he definitely is ticklish since I did tickle his stomach before," Swapton grinned playfully as brought the feather inches away from the vulnerable soles which made the feet squirm nervously, "I wonder if he's just as ticklish as an average Tenna, or more?"

"I'm not ticklish," Defernull growled to try to save face, "I'm a lot tougher and stronger than most Tennas,"

"You're easily one of the strongest Tennas out there, if not the strongest we know," Swapton admitted before he began to stroke the tip of the soft feather on a foot from the toes to the heel and up again in a slow motion, "But, even the strongest have a tiny weakness that can be exploited,"

"SNRK!!" Defernull struggled not to let any giggles escape before he began to growl in warning while his toes didn't know whether to curl or splay wide while his foot tried to kick the feather away, "GRR! S-stop that! GRR! I'll m-make you--SNRK!--p-pay!"

The Tennas and Spamtons that were watching were pleasantly surprised. That was such a light touch, yet Defernull was squirming and threatening already? Is he that ticklish? Ooh, this'll be interesting.

"Lemme help," A few Tennas and Spamtons offered as some took tickle tools Outlaw Spamton offered, "He was a grouch when we visited his home universe. He even tickled us silly as well. Time to make him pay,"

Defernull Tenna's expression was still stoic as he tried his best to not let any giggles slip out, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness as the other Tennas and Spamtons approached his feet and toes with different tool.

"If he's like other Tennas, either the arches or the toes are his worst spots," a Tenna piped up as he used a soft bristle brush to gently brush an arch.

A Spamton used his fingers to tickle one set of toes and in-between them. Swapton playfully used the feather to softly attack the soles and toes.

Cowboy Tenna used a makeup brush to tease the toes and the sensitive skin in-between them. Swap Tenna used his fingers to tickle random spots on the feet and toes. Outlaw Spamton raked his nails over the heels while another Tenna used an electrical toothbrush over the ball of each foot. A Spamton playfully used a paintbrush over the area just above the heels.

Defernull couldn't keep the laughter in as he felt his feet and toes attacked by all sorts of tools over all his sensitive spots. He struggled even harder to keep it in, until all the tickling at once became too much for him to keep it in.

"SNK! Pffft-hhahehehehhe!" soft, adorable giggles bubbled from Defernull before it soon turned into loud, goofy and adorable laugh-snorts. It surprised the entire group when they heard the warm, bubbly laughter from the usually grumpy Defernull, "Noohot there! HeehehhAHAH! Teeheeckles!"

"Coochie coochie coo, Tough Guy," the Tennas and Spamtons teased playfully after they recovered from their shock, "What an adorable laugh from such a tough fella like you! Such powerful feet so sensitive to a little bit of tickling?"

"Doohon't teese meehee!" Defernull squealed as his entire screen glowed red from laughing, embarrassment of his laugh and being tickled so silly, "HAHAHHAHAHAHHA!! EEHEEK! NOOHOOT THERE! HAHAHAHAHAH!"

The Tennas and Spamtons continued to tickle Defernull for several minutes as his loud, goofy laughter filled the air. It was music to everyone's ears. The grouch didn't even beg for anyone to stop, which they assumed was due to pride.

"I think we should give him a break," Swap Tenna suggested as he felt sorry for his friend, "Defernull did have a tickle attack from eight of us on his most sensitive spots,"

The moment Swap Tenna pointed out Defernull actually endured tickles from eight people on his worst spots, they stopped immediately. They looked guilty.

Defernull continued to giggle adorably as he still felt the phantom tickles, not looking angry. He didn't appear to have realized yet they stopped tickling him.

"Feeling better?" Swapton asked as he cautiously approached Defernull, surprised the stoic Tenna wasn't cursing or threatening them.

"Hmph," Defernull huffed in feign annoyance as he spoke in his deep voice, "I would get all of you for embarrassing me, but not today. It's supposed to be a relaxing day at the beach. Please let me out of here and we can continue our peaceful day,"

"Please let's get him out, Spammsy," Swap Tenna suggested warmly as he gently rubbed Defernull's head to make him purr softly, "He even said please,"

"..." Swapton and the other Spamtons and Tennas glanced at a moment before the ruler of Ad World sighed in defeat, "Okay, we'll let him out. Just, no funny busines, Defernull. We're just here to have fun,"

"Alright, no funny business," Defernull nodded, making a squeak between giggles when he felt one of his Tenna rivals sneak a tickle on his feet for a moment before stopping, "But, if someone tries to tickle me without me provoking them, I'll tickle them back,"

"Fair enough," Swapton nodded as he gestured for everyone nearby to help Defernul out of the sand, everyone ready for him to attack them by surprise after he was dug out. But, the TV kept his word.

"Come join us to make some sandcastles," Swap Tenna beamed happily as he waved for Defernull to join him.

"Alright, to make you happy," Defernull nodded before he joined Swap Tenna and helped him with the sandcastle, feeling lighter emotionally.