CHAPPY: His name is Doctor Rat Ghost and he’s COOL AS HELL.

SYLVIE: I can see that.

CHAPPY: He’s got magic demon powers that let him read peoples minds. No big deal.

SYLVIE: Let me guess, he has a ghost husband?

CHAPPY: WRONG! He has a HUMAN husband!

SYLVIE: I can respect that twist.

CHAPPY: I consider myself a bit of a creative mastermind.

CHAPPY: Let me see what you’ve got!!!

SYLVIE: It’s just Dr.Beefton.

CHAPPY: You doodle him a lot, huh?

SYLVIE: Well, yeah. 

CHAPPY: I remember whenever he was your little imaginary friend! I can’t believe you kept him around!

SYLVIE: ...Right. Imaginary.

CHAPPY: Didn’t you say he has three PHDs?

SYLVIE: Yeah. Philosophy, Modern Linguistics, and kicking people’s butts.

CHAPPY: Didn’t know that was a study nowadays!

SYLVIE: Beating people up?

CHAPPY: No! Philosophy!

CHAPPY: We...Did make a bit of a mess of the living room in the past few hours though, didn’t we?

SYLVIE: Oh.

SYLVIE: I guess we did.

SYLVIE: But I don’t mind!

CHAPPY: Well! Let’s just hope your parents don’t mind much!

CHAPPY: Really, Sylvester, I hate to talk bad about them around you, but they’re such sticks in the mud!

SYLVIE: ..Uh.

CHAPPY: Ah, well! Not our problem, right?

CHAPPY: This is a meeting of the minds! 

CHAPPY: They can call it a mess all they want but that’s not it!

CHAPPY: It’s creativity! Innovation!

CHAPPY: Nothing wrong with a little “messy” fun every now and again, right Sylvester?

SYLVIE: ...Right..

CHAPPY: I wouldn’t worry about it too much, my boy!

CHAPPY: I’m sure we’ll have this all cleaned up once your parents come back-

SYLVIE: Uncle Chappy.

SYLVIE: I was..pretty young when I had my Epiphany.

SYLVIE: I thought I’d finally done something that would make them proud of me! They were always busy and never paid much mind to me so I- I thought this was the ONE thing I could do to really impress them! I finally had an ability that nobody else in the world possessed! Maybe someone had a similar Epithet, sure, but nothing quite like mine!

SYLVIE: But their expectations just became..

SYLVIE: ..Worse.

SYLVIE: Don’t get me wrong, they already expected a lot from me. I was seven and already in high school, after all. 

SYLVIE: But now...I was Inscribed, so, clearly, I should be better than everyone else, right?

SYLVIE: So they started pressuring me more. Telling me I had to do more, that I had to be more.

SYLVIE: But no matter what I did there was always something wrong.

SYLVIE: I always should’ve been better.

SYLVIE: I poured myself into my studies, I sacrificed anyone and anything else in my life to focus solely on what my parents wanted because I...I just wanted to make them proud.

SYLVIE: Failure was no longer an option.

SYLVIE: I couldn’t depend on anyone. I couldn’t let anybody down. Most importantly, I couldn’t have anyone doting over me. I couldn’t be vulnerable. From then on out I handled everything myself.

SYLVIE: Because I thought it was easier.

SYLVIE: But it never was. Nothing was ever good enough for them, and at that point nothing was good enough for me.

SYLVIE: ...

SYLVIE: I’m sorry I lied to you.

SYLVIE: I didn’t want you to worry. Or to..start thinking that I could be better just because of my Epithet, like..like they did.

SYLVIE: It feels...bad when people worry about me.

SYLVIE: Really bad.

SYLVIE: Like, I’m supposed to be better than this!

SYLVIE: I’ve got everything else under my control!

SYLVIE: I graduated college at fifteen! I have my own psychiatric practice! I live alone with no problems at all!

SYLVIE: And- and here I am! Still- Still dependent on people cause I-

SYLVIE: I’M JUST A STUPID LITTLE KID-

CHAPPY: Sylvester-

CHAPPY: Hey, hey look at me, okay?

CHAPPY: That’s not true. That will never be true.

CHAPPY: I worry about you because I love you. That’s not a sign that you’re weak or- or that you’re some helpless child.

CHAPPY: You deserve to be loved, Sylvester.

CHAPPY: You can’t let the people who stole your childhood tell you otherwise.

CHAPPY: ...!

CHAPPY: ...Everything’s alright, kiddo. You’re alright...I’m right here, I’m not gonna leave.

CHAPPY: You don’t have to be alone anymore, alright..? I’ll always be here for you..

CHAPPY: ...What?

SYLVIE: They..don’t live here. I live on my own.

CHAPPY: Sylvester, that’s ridiculous! You said that they-

SYLVIE: I LIED, ALRIGHT?!

CHAPPY: ...Oh.

CHAPPY: ...

CHAPPY: ..How long has it been like this?

SYLVIE: ...About a week before I graduated.

SYLVIE: I kind of just...slept in my office until I got the apartment situation set up.

CHAPPY: Do they at least check up on you..?

SYLVIE: ...

CHAPPY: Sylvie..

SYLVIE: ...I haven’t seen them in a long time.

SYLVIE: Or called them. Or texted them. Or...anything.

SYLVIE: And they haven’t tried to contact me either.

SYLVIE: We..got into an argument about a week before my college graduation.

SYLVIE: I hardly even remember what happened, I only remember...yelling and waking up alone in my dorm.

SYLVIE: I think I might’ve snapped at them? They kept trying to harp on me for not getting my degree done sooner or- or something like that.

SYLVIE: It was always that I wasn’t doing enough. I wasn’t getting my work done fast enough. I wasn’t getting good enough grades. I wasn’t enough for them.

SYLVIE: ...And maybe that was my own fault..

SYLVIE: But they always pressured me to be better than everyone.

SYLVIE: I can’t believe he locked himself out!

SYLVIE: ...Actually I. I can.

CHAPPY: SYLVESTER!!! HEY!!! KIDDO, IT’S ME!!!

SYLVIE: I know! Give me a second-

CHAPPY: AUUGH-

SYLVIE: DIRK!!!

SYLVIE: ARE YOU-

SYLVIE: ...

SYLVIE: ...Wait.

SYLVIE: What’re you doing?

CHAPPY: WELL, MY BOY! I’VE COME BACK FROM A BIT OF A TRIP!

CHAPPY: Literally now, it seems!

CHAPPY: You’ve seemed stressed out lately! So I thought I’d bring you a little something to help you relax!

CHAPPY: Something that ISN’T related to a museum where crimes happened!

CHAPPY: I found a lot of your drawings on your receptionist desk, you see!

CHAPPY: Mostly of that old Beefton guy!

CHAPPY: I remember he was your imaginary friend when you were much younger! I didn’t know you kept him around for your little stories or whatever it is you do!

CHAPPY: I didn’t even know you still drew, kiddo! And it seemed like this place had a serious lack of art supplies for a creative youngster like yourself!

CHAPPY: I...also wasn’t sure what kind of art you do, and I didn’t want to ruin the surprise so...I grabbed a little bit of everything! Sketchbooks! Paint! Crayons! You name it! I grabbed as much as I could carry!

SYLVIE: I. Didn’t realize I left those out on my desk-

CHAPPY: They’re very good, Sylvester!!!

SYLVIE: ..You didn’t have to do that..

CHAPPY: Don’t be silly! I wanted to!

CHAPPY: How ‘bout this? You and I head back up to the apartment and have a little doodle-sesh together!

CHAPPY: Y’know, they do say art helps you feel better! It’s got those brain benefits!

SYLVIE: You mean psychological benefits.

CHAPPY: Sure!

SYLVIE: ...Yeah. I...I guess I could use the break.

CHAPPY: Excellent!!! Maybe you can show me how to make a “”fursona”” like that Beefton guy you’ve got!

SYLVIE:

Sylvie practically jumps out of his skin. He frantically looks around the room for the source of the sudden sound, ready to attack at any given moment.

Then he sees the window, and with that the person outside of it.

Great. This is great. What does he want this time.

Right...Pull yourself together, Sylvester.

Sylvie slowly stands on shaking legs, getting up to open the window. He slides it open as slowly as heavenly possible as to not make a sound. He doesn’t move out of Giovanni’s way to allow him inside, though.

its been brought up a handful of times that sylvie is a really artsy kid! he draws while hes at his receptionist desk, he keeps a small amount of art supplies around his apartment, etc. He just hides these things because he thinks theyre "childish"

Now, that said! Remember these lil swirls hes got on his face?

yknow these ones??

he used to draw them on with marker!!!