[ she whines, the words making her tail speed up . she's trembling—half from the excitement of the sheer attention, half from the sudden overload . the word "baby", and oh, 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭... it's doing horrific, wonderful things to her . ]

I—I'm—I'm trying! B-but you—you keep looking at me like th-that,

She let out a small, breathy sigh, looking down at her feet. "And... as for being 'OK'... I'm alive. And I'm home. I think... that's as 'OK' as I can be right now. But it's enough. I think…”

"You aren't him," she said softly, her voice firm. She could tell what he was thinking—she’d seen it in her own Spamton’s face sometimes. "And you aren't the version of you that... that I hurt before, either. You helped me. You helped Spammy save me. That makes you... good. In my book, at least."

Tenna offered him a soft, tired smile—one that carried a genuine warmth despite. It was strange, standing here with someone she’d 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥—finding comfort in his presence. She shifted her weight, hand coming up to absentmindedly rub at her ring finger… a nervous tic she was still developing.

// i get it but i think you’re thinking way too hard about it/nm its okay.

// no? male tenna is 1000x more popular lol, and verse-wise there werent even any other femtennas before it was just me and maggie at first. i dont think people really care

A dark, clouded look passes over her features. "But... I'm out now. And... and Spammy came for me. That's what matters, right?" She offers him a small, incredibly fragile smile. "So... thank you. Again. For helping him get there. I... I don't think I would have made it out otherwise."

"Yeah..." she whispers, her voice dropping to a heavy, hollow frequency. "It... it wasn't good."

She takes a shaky breath, trying to keep the static out of her voice. "He... he was worse to me than you know. Worse than anyone could possibly know, really... Except maybe... maybe Spammy."

Tenna winces, a subtle, painful grimace that flickers across her screen at his mention of not knowing the "full extent." It’s a mercy, really, that he doesn’t. The full extent is something she can barely look at herself, let alone explain to someone she once murdered.

His voice skips, a digital hiccup. He doesn’t pull away; instead, he melts backward. He tilts his head back, screen buzzing against Tenna’s shoulder. His tail—a jagged, twitching thing—winds tightly around Tenna’s leg, anchoring him there.

"Y-y#u seem... awfully c-c̷l̸i̵n̶g̵y̷ today. D1d you mi55 me...?"

The moment those arms loop around his waist, Hijack’s frame instinctively tenses, relaxing as his body recognizes the presence. He’s purring, now. It’s a low, broken sound, like a hard drive spinning too fast, but it’s undeniably happy.

"T3—nna…?"

// anyone that wants the link ill give it to you on discord.

// i dont think its bad at all! i mean theyre very distinct versions of eachother and one is very much an adult

// SUICIDE PACT!!!!!

// is it tam ..

//

// PEOPLE ARE DOING THAT????

// id probably be doin the same if my motivation was more consistent dont even worry man.

// i understand this… i prommy i would Never judge u. ask anyone im ok with literally everything.

// we can get thru this