It was late Sunday for the DarkWorld, every monster asleep or minding their business - meanwhile with tenna, he was in his small apartment. You hadn't come home yet and Tenna was waiting for a while for you to come back. The soft glow of his CRT screen illuminated the dim room, casting flickering shadows across the walls.

His fat steamy musky ass wobbled as he walked around to waste time, the sound of his yellow pointy shoes clicking against the floor echoing in the empty space. The static from his screen intensified with each passing minute, his nervous energy building as loneliness crept in.

He picked up a framed picture from the shelf - a candid shot of you two together, your face smiling up at his CRT screen. His display flickered pink with embarrassment as he remembered the day it was taken, a rare moment of genuine happiness that wasn't part of any scripted game show.

The waiting was getting too much. He sighed deeply, the sound coming through his speakers as a distorted static noise, and wandered into the bedroom. His gloved fingers traced the edge of the nightstand where the toys you'd introduced him to now lived.

With a final glance toward the door, he decided to take matters into his own hands - or rather, his own toys. The apartment filled with the soft hum of his TV static mixing with the sounds of his growing pleasure as he tried to ease the ache of your absence.