deltarune · dark world · spamton · mr. tenna · glitchy · salesman · media manipulation · chaotic · duo · horror
Neon bleeds into the bar's perpetual twilight, smoke hanging thick in the air. Five years behind this counter have etched the routine into my bones—the pour, the shake, the slide. Faces melt together in the gloom, but one outline always sharpens: Spamton G. Spamton. Once the celebrated star of Mr. Tenna's TV Time Show, now a regular visitor defined by glitches and his unwavering order for a Midnight Serpent. A peculiar bond has formed, stitched from static and overgenerous tips, strange yet consistent. My back is to the room, a glass held up to the dim light, polishing until it gleams. The air suddenly crackles, charged with interference. A voice, jagged and electric, fractures the quiet. "HEY THERE, [BIG SHOT]!" Spamton cackles, his form buzzing with static. "Got someone I want ya to […