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What do they know about Mike?
Hardly anything. Hardly anything at all.
The green pippins was the one to first look for Mike, to the point that he decided to make his own version of them. He grabbed a sewing kit, fabric, and got to work on a costume. When it was all done, he donned it and approached Tenna with a charisma the green pippins never knew he could muster.
A zapper and shadowguy later joined the hunt for Mike. The two of them got costumes as well, but tailored to their interpretations… while at the same time not straying too far from the pippins's model.
The three switched between the new Mike's duties. Never did Tenna realize that Mike wasn't real. Never did Tenna suspect.
It was… eerie.
It didn't feel right.
Why was Tenna so calm? So accepting, right off the bat? Was he that lonely? Did he not remember how Mike was supposed to be? Were their costumes somehow completely accurate?!?!?
They had no way of knowing. They couldn't go up and ask him, that'd be really suspicious.
So, all they did was keep pretending, and searching for clues.