In the various amounts of gifts and fan-mail Mettaton received would be one carefully bubble wrapped package, a VHS tape inside labelledĀ āFor Mettatonā.
If one would watch it it was from a young boy, a guitar on his lap and arm barely able to get around it to reach the strings.
It was a shy looking lad with a large mop of dark curls. He seemed embarrassed but a decent tune came from the instrument.
āDear Mister Mettaton, my name is Dave.
Iām playing a song, so I canāt wave.
I broke my leg last week,
I tried to fly like Batman
It didnāt quite work out
So I guess Iām lame-man.
My Family loves your show,
We watch it all the time.
Could you maybe help me out?
Its really hard to make this rhyme.
We donāt have a lot of cash,
Iām not asking for some.
Maybe you could let them come,
To see your show and have some fun.
Its okay if I canāt go,
I just want them to enjoy a night.
Iāll give you my piggy bank,
Its old so donāt hold it tight.
If youāre busy I understand,
Being famous is a hard job.
You probably get these a lot,
I hope thereās no angry mob.
I think youāre pretty cool,
Your laugh is really great.
Please donāt tell the kids at school,
If they know I sing theyāll flush my head.ā
The song ended and the boy finally gave a small wave before the video ended, a small note left in the parcel had a home address jotted down.