#overtale!verse

The Smalley family were well known in the technology industry having provided tech to households, hospitals and even the military. The company was known as Omega Corp. While its genius owner was th brains behind the many inventions they sold it was the eldest who managed it... and there had been money moved from the company to other fields that were less favorable as a result.

Their home was a stately manor in the countryside, one with a large lovely garden and a huge oak tree growing in its center. Flowers bloomed around the thick brick walls, armed guards on patrol with pistols.

The regular delivery of materials however had a free pass, and after the van had been checked over its regular driver plus one passenger was allowed through the heavy set gates. The driver was a tall muscly man, who didn’t hesitate to press the doorbell. 

In the various amounts of gifts and fan-mail Mettaton received would be one carefully bubble wrapped package, a VHS tape inside labelled ‘For Mettaton’. 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.

“Dear Mister Mettaton, my name is Dave. I’m playing a song, so I can’t wave. I broke my leg last week, I tried to fly like Batman It didn’t quite work out So I guess I’m 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 don’t have a lot of cash, I’m not asking for some. Maybe you could let them come, To see your show and have some fun. Its okay if I can’t go, I just want them to enjoy a night. I’ll give you my piggy bank, Its old so don’t hold it tight.

If you’re busy I understand, Being famous is a hard job. You probably get these a lot, I hope there’s no angry mob.

I think you’re pretty cool, Your laugh is really great. Please don’t tell the kids at school, If they know I sing they’ll flush my head.”

“Oh sure thing sweetie, why don’t you take Floss over to the swings? I need to talk to Dave.” Veronica answered, hands on her hips while her eyes trailed from the towering machine to the shrinking violet in the chair.