"You Must Always Be On Time No Excuses." "What If My Grandmothers Dying?" "Bye Bye Grandma I Guess."

"You must always be on time no excuses." "What if my grandmothers dying?" "Bye bye grandma I guess."

-Some soccer coach

Dhmis is hurting my brain

I love it. Love the show. Love the theories. Love the fanart. Love most of the community But the Gods know i have looked far and fucking wide for good fanfics. Now i know i'm being ungrateful because we have all the headcanons in the world for me to indulge in BUT NOT ONE DAMN FANFIC THAT ISN'T POORLY WRITTEN, DISCONTINUED OR FUCKING DEPRESSING AS SHIT AND IT'S KILLING ME. So on behalf of people like me who've been searching for a long time I am writing one and seeking people to share the ones they've written hell maybe this could be a whole challenge for the writing community. Give to us the hungry fanfic readers good wholesome fanfics. Please. Im begging you guys.

[Casually nukes my laptop in the microwave.] *Laughs nervously* They cant find shit if it doesnt exist anymore right?*Nervous sweat drips* Right?

Sophie Walten

(A blurred photo of what looks to be edd and molly walten)

"Okay, Sophie, let's start from the beginning, okay?"

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"Alright."

"If you ever get uncomfortable or nervous in any way, please tell me, alright?"

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"It's fine Jenny, don't worry."

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"Okay, just making sure."

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"Is it recording?"

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"Yeah, don't worry."

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"Good."

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"Why are we recording this, again?"

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"Hey, you said you have trouble remembering stuff, right? This might be really helpful."

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"Makes sense..... I-I don't even know where to begin."

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"What about the oldest memory you can think of?"

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"Uhm, that's a tough one."

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"Yeah, I know."

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"...It's summer, I'm still in my teenage years, and I'm inside a police station."

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"...oh"

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"Yeah that's all I got."

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"Uhm, why are you there to begin with?"

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"They're interrogating me."

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"About what?"

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"....I, uh.....  I don't know.."

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"That's fine, hm, do you remember anyone in particular that you used to share a lot of memories with?"

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"....Yeah, my mom."

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"Wow, you never told me about her, what was she like?"

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"She looked like me, but she had curly dark brown hair, she was tall too."

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"Alright."

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"During most of summer, it was just the two of us."

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"What about the rest of your family?"

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"...."

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"Hm, okay okay, let's stick with her, what was her name?"

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"Rose...  No, no, it was Rosemary."

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"Alright, how was she like?"

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"She was very caring and kind, but not like....  too kind, y'know?"

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"Mhm?"

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"As in, she'd let you know if something annoyed her."

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"Ohh, okay."

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"...Yeah, it wasn't until my dad well.. disappeared that she started acting different."

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"How so?"

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"She became more unstable, not as in.. she became insane or something, she just, felt more 'sad', I could tell whenever she'd try to act nice so I wouldn't feel bad myself, her eyes had a certain.....   look to them, a sad look."

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"....damn."

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"Yeah, and she was extremely over-protective with me, I can't quite remember why."

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"...what about your father?"

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"....my dad?"

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"mhm"

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"I....  I don't remember his name, actually."

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"That's odd."

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"I don't remember a lot about my dad, most of the time I would spend it with my mom, my dad was always busy with work."

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"What was he like?"

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"I can't remember. Only thing I remember is his voice. A deep, quiet and very intimidating tone whenever he would speak, he'd barely ever raise his voice too."

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"You mean whenever he was angry?"

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"...oh"

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"What?"

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"Well, he usually had a... temper."

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"hm?"

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"Anger Issues."

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"....So was he, well...  y'know"

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"What? No, no no not all.....   he loved us."

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"Ah, good to know."

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".....he loved us."

The photo remains even after the text has been fully replaced with the words: 

Do you believe in happy endings?

Around this year the text changed again

 "I know what I'm getting myself into. You don't, do not try your luck."

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Calling all writers well versed in dhmis

BOY DO I HAVE A CHALLENGE FOR YOU.

Ok so i have a writing promt for you to base it off of use your own headcanons and oc's do what you please but it must include a rouge teacher who refuses to do their job because they see how traumatized they are or something it can even be because their too lazy.

They wake up and go to the living room to find a teacher there. Red and duck are confused why they aren't doing anything strange but yellow is just fine with it. [preferably] the teacher ends up integrating into life with them.

please aside [like at the end of it] from your stories leave a description of the new teacher you created and any additional oc's so artists can make a rendition of that character in their style and maybe tag me in it so i can read them too?

Thankyou for the challenge but look at this cursed thing i did while waiting for yall to respond

If you see this and have no idea whats happening redirect yourself to youtube binge the walten files binge Matpats theories see my other post on it and come back to vote. Or just choose randomly. Your descision.