(If you struggle to read the boxes, the text of the dialogue is written at the end of the post, below the cut!)
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(Note: Sam is canonically in the DH universe. Starfact0ry is a co-creator on this project - though even she doesn't know the full scope of the story, and is a fan just as much as she is a co-creator. Oliver, Sam, Ember, Athena, and Mary are all her characters who will be recurring in the DH comic series.
Most canon characters cannot see Chara, meaning Sam cannot see them, however non-canon people may or may not be able to - its up to you to decide as you send an ask in.)
If you wish to send questions, see the introductory/rules post!
Credit to starfact0ry for the Meth, Frisk, and Chara sprites.
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*Meth watches with a...strange intensity on his face.
*Frisk and Chara can't help but giggle by the end of the video.
Alphys: W-Wow...I-...
*Alphys seems to be struggling not to get emotional.
Alphys: What a- a sweet message...! I...I was very h-happy to- to help...! And I know she was, too. We h-had no reason to turn your request down...there's no discrimination for who receives care h-here, it's given out p-purely on the basis of-of whatever people weren't already receiving treatment, and ne-need it most direly...your sister is a k-kind woman, and deserved a-a chance. And you also seem like a-a compassionate brother...admittedly, you remind me a-a bit of my own brother. Oh, and, I would love to hear you play someday, eheheh!
Frisk: Me too, musicians are so frikkin cool! Which makes you cool by default! I hope you are doing well!
Chara: Of course you'd say that, you nerd.
Frisk: (You're also a nerd - an even bigger one, I dare say - so don't even get me started!)
Meth: ...
Alphys: E-Erm- Meth, are you-
Meth: Enthralled?
Alphys: I-I was going to say "okay", a-actually-
Meth: There is no okay in a moment such as this.
Frisk: Is...something...wrong??
Chara: I don't think I want to know.
Meth: The only thing wrong here is that my ears are left melancholy, aching for the sweet serenade to caress and grip my eardrums! Oh, what lost potential! If only he'd taken them into his sweet ivory hands, stolen them away to tuck beneath his pillowcase, to enrich me every twinkling night!
Alphys: Stolen your...eardrums???
Frisk: ...
Meth: Yes! To take my eardrums is to be more intimate than to take my heart! The only act of intimacy which exceeds would be to reach a limb into my brain and take a squeeze! Though, with the right lyrics, it may be achieved simultaneously!
Alphys: U...UM???
Frisk: ...Do-Do I need to leave???
Chara: To my audience - I would like to tell you that he's having a brain aneurysm from being so GAY, but unfortunately this is just how he speaks.
Meth: Oh, such dedication! To turn oneself in for the sake of ones family! There is no greater act of loyalty!
Alphys: I-I don't think this is a very appropriate response-
Meth: Appropriate? How might I be any more appropriate than to tell a loyal man how charming and desirable he is?
Chara: I do believe this is what people nowadays would refer to as..."simp behavior."
Alphys: W-Well- I mean- I-I just don't want viewers to- to get the idea that t-this is a dating show or-or- or that we will b-be parasocial, or-
Meth: Oh, you lavishly dapper skeletal sweet, if your eyelights dare to lay gaze upon this record, and your soul yearns for a connection which expands beyond the restraints of this universe, please know you are welcomed to reach out to my socials at any point for plentiful philosophies or more. Tell me, stunning, which hospital you are staying at? Perhaps we may make an arrangement for your release!
Alphys: Meth, h-he has serious tr-treatments for-
Meth: And if you'd like to call me personally, my handheld messenger-
Dearest Matt,
i hope this finds you well, I’m still remembering the walk through the forest path together, when you convinced me to take a break for a day. I often get so caught up in working and tending my farm i forget that there are many sights to be seen! my heart still flutters when i think about that time in the woods, under the great tree, it’s vines still but the air was thick and beating.
Ahh…i cannot think about this anymore my face burns brighter than the great suns of the universe.
it reminds me of a story of a scarecrow long ago, who fell in love with his farmer. and wishes to be with him and spend his life with them, i’m afraid this tale is not very happy, but next we meet i wish to tell you it. For I trust you enough with this story. As my heart starts to long for you, there is another in my heart, and i must do his memory justice, for that is how love works.
Thank you, for your everything, everything that is you.
Sammeth
