The man beyond everything sat in the dark expanse of the darkest dark, around him were glimpses into different levels of this world, the heroes of destiny were on another adventure, usually they would be the center of his curiosity, the twists and turns they go through in the dark worlds are quite entertaining
But the beyond man was thinking of someone different, a large amount of his many eyes were focused on one ant tenna, the game show host/physical manifestation of the personification given to the dreamer television by its children was busy entertaining the new order of its light world physical form, the ghost was greatly appreciating all the wonderful channels. His new television was letting him witness, and Mr. tenna was just happy to be appreciated again
The joy he got from being praised was absolutely adorable, so like many of the others that the man beyond has taken special interest in, he ponders if maybe he should just watch and not touch
“ I probably should… but I won’t”, he says allowed to himself before stretching out one of his tentacles and slipping it into the fabric of the world
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A yawn that sounds cacophonous the in the television world signal is that the new special watcher of TV time was calling it a night, this was more emphasized by the bright lights of the studio shutting off, leaving the building/land mass in soft darkness
“ well Mike, that was a real fruitful performance, can’t wait to outdo myself tomorrow”, the television head man says to himself loosening his tie and summoning a chair to sit back into, the person who he was speaking to did not respond like every time he spoke to him
Well, he didn’t at first
“ I can’t wait… either”, a voice crackles from the television‘s own personal microphone

“ huh.. Mike you’re more talkative than usual”, Mr tenna had a little bit of worry in his voice, in the back of his memory Drive, he thought he recognized that voice, it kind of sounded like something a mailman talk to him about
“ yes the mailman, I know him quite well”, the voice that most likely wasn’t Mike seem to respond to the show hosts thoughts
“ wait did you?”
But he’s cut off by the sudden feeling of something like a hand rubbing up his torrs , but his antenna didn’t pick up the electrical signature of any other person in the room
“ you know, I drove him mad… do you want to know how I did it?”, the hands seem to multiply and creep up and up his body, until he feels to hands press to his screen face
“ it doesn’t matter what you say you’re going to know… whether you want… or not”, another hand presses, a single finger in between where eyes would be if the television man had any
Terrible crackling pain strikes him like lightning, too a television receiver disc, the way he sees the world shifts and cracks into new form, suddenly he sees with eyes he did not have previously, everything seems as it usually should be, he’s in the main game showroom, the lights are dimmed, he’s still sitting in a chair
Everything seems , until he looks at where the audience usually sits
And he sees them , thousands of eyes, old, looking at him, it would be flattering, but

He doesn’t like this attention , there’s just too many eyes
He tries to open his mouth to , and that’s when he finds in exchange for eyes

he’s lost his mouth
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The man beyond laughs, his disjointed giggle , one of his many hands wipes under an eye socket, dripping, black liquid like tears, the television is still trying to make noise without a mouth, he’s failing, but he’s trying the man beyond will give him props for his perseverance
He has had his fun. I did now his time to return to what his destined heroes have gotten into now.
The many eyes leave they’re watching of the personal hell he has given antenna and move to witness the great battle between the heroes and the enchanted King of flower Mountain