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Mail Time!

Wow took a while, but found one! Uh.... You guys didn't actually do that, right? Wow, that's sharp!

How’s my blood thirsty little killer these days? Unneeded question, I know. Turn on any TV and it’s your work plastered all over the news. Gotta say, you’re putting on quiet the show. Haven’t seen this much bloodshed since, well, my own first solo outing. 

I can tell you’re really going all out too, really taking my advice aren’t you? Just have fun and be yourself, yeah, I don’t know how the authorities couldn’t tell the difference between you and that copycat. Their work was too sloppy to be yours, and not in the fun way. But hey, play your cards right, and you can pin them for the whole thing.

While you’ve been gone, I’ve been working on a new list, new targets. But it don’t quite feel right going after ‘em on my own these days. My blood lust just isn’t the same when you’re not around.

Yeah, guess what I'm trying to say is I’m proud of you, but I miss you. Let’s go on a little serial run of our own when you get back, huh?

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Mail time!

This one was toasty warm!

Hey hot stuff.

You’re never gonna believe this one, babe. That skeleton duo that drinks me outta bar and stock and make crazy demands like food in mugs? The bozo’s finally paid off their tab! You know what that means? You and me breaking out the good furs and feathers and hitting the tables! The city’s not too far and got some of the glitziest casinos in the underground. So what do you say? You’ll outshine them all, my dear solar flare~

And we could pick up something for Fuku while we’re there. She’s been getting into a few fights lately and she’s really honed in on her focused fire attacks. Couldn’t be prouder of the little spit fire! Can’t go taking a kid like her into the city yet though and not to any gambling joints. We could pick out something nice for her. She hates to admit it, but I know she loves the cute things.

Meet me after closing tonight, we’ll get all glammed up and you can pick one of my coats or scarves to keep. Love keeping you warm myself but the way we’ll look struttin’ around together? They’ll be begging for the honour to lose their money to us! Besides, with someone like you, even if I lose it all, I’ll still be the winner as long as you don’t ditch me for someone with deeper pockets. And if you do, let me in on the scam~

 Gonna be a week to remember, love, just us and the sparkling lights, drowning in casion chips. See you soon~

Sincerely,

The Man Who Burns For You

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Mail! Time! Fished out a couple more from other universe mailboxes!

Huh, kind of plain this time? Oh well, Who am I to judge!

Heya tidbit.

You think you could come over tonight? It’s been a while since we had you for dinner and Papyrus is all proud about some mushroom he found in the woods. Says it’s called black trumpet. Funny, when mine got all black, he didn’t seem as keen on it. That’s what you call double standards, ain’t it? He’s real excited to pair it with the rabbits he caught in his traps. Ain’t that just the coolest? Bet he’d be real thrilled to have you over to try it out. Could throw in some take home leftovers to sweeten the deal for you, tidbit. Be a real sight to see you eatin’ well again with my own eye.

I’ve got something else I wanna show ya. Finally got that new hoodie. Plush inside, less stains and patches. Smells fresh to, but we can fix that. Though ya see, the packaging made it all stiff with creases that drive Pap’s nuts. Could use some help breaking it in. I was thinking you could sit with me and we’d zip it up around us both. Take it for a test run. Sit with it, walk around with you tucked inside like you’re a kitten I gotta keep warm. Really wear it in. If I’m lucky, maybe Papyrus will give you some kinda work out when you come over, doin’ chores with him, testing out one of his less deadly traps. Would be real nice to scoop you up in a new hoodie after. Could use somethin’ layin’ around here that smells like you.

Bet if I did that rumbling thing with you in it that you call purrin’, we could test out how it takes naps to. And I’ll be real careful not to nick you with my skull this time, promise.

Waitin’ On Ya,

Sans

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It's That Time Again!

A letter has arrived! the envelope named a Shaun Durand-Cofer! ... I don't think I want to meet this "Moonpie" 😥

To,

My Inspiration

I can’t believe they’ve dragged me away from my beloved darling and child all for one scene. You can’t hear it, but I'm sighing. Tragic. Granted, it is the biggest shot of the whole movie and I’m the one who wrote it, but still! My babies. (┬┬﹏┬┬)

I think you’d like it out here, it’s one of those scenic spots where you have a forest, the ocean and mountains all in one spot. And being able to mess with perception to make the actors grow larger than the mountains behind them to show off the monster and human leads first kiss, it might be my new favourite scene so far.

 I saw some people walking their cat on a leash, do you think Moonpie would enjoy that? Find a soft spot of grass and let her pad around?

How are you and Moonpie doing, is she missing her daddy? Are you? Well just you wait, I’m gonna come home with SO MANY bags of treats and wet food, you’ll both be living like royalty. And having a stomach ache, but I promise to only laugh a little. Seriously, there’s this hidden store that has stuff from all over the world. And I wanna be the first one to see the look on your face when you try it all.

If I’m honest, I love making the scene come to life, but the limitations they’re putting on us and figuring out how to work around them is exhausting. All I can imagine is curling up with you and Moonpie while a scream of terror comes from the TV. If I pick a good one, I might even get free cuddles from you (★ ω ★) for now I’ll keep paying the back rub tax. 

Maybe when I get back I’ll even teach you how to purr like I do~ 

I’m already snickering to myself, imagining you reacting to being flirted with though an old fashioned letter. Are classic gestures your thing? I could get used to this. I think my parents used to do something like this when they were young and in love to, but I’d have to dig through storage to make sure.

I’ll be home soon, in the meantime give Moonpie a kiss for me, then hold her up to your face and she’ll give YOU a kiss for me. Love you, see you soon, prepare yourself for the biggest hug and kisses when I see you. Who knows, maybe I’ll even wear lipstick and leave prints all over your face, (○｀ 3′○).

From,

Your Cat Daddy

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Special Delivery!

We've got a letter for Louise Worth @mysweetlouise! And there's even some pressed flowers! 💖💕

My Dear Lou.

How long will you make me wait? Dancing on the edge of my reach with the one you know I despise most? I know you enjoy games but hasn’t this gone on long enough?

A part of me feels this is my own fault. Some form of punishment for the state I left you in. I wish you knew how much it has tormented me over the years. Knowing what was only a second in the world was decades in the mirror with Damien and Celine, I can’t imagine how alone you must have been. How much time you spent alone, trapped. The centuries we will never know. You did not deserve that. Which is why I don't understand why you keep playing with Mark. It’s not the same Mark, fine, but they all have that same seed of narcissism inside them that lead to our fates.

We could make a home in this new reality, if you would only give me the chance. I haven't made one without you yet, not really. There’s a building where I meet with others, unusual like us. I have a room with a bed here, but I do not rest. If you were here, it would give the old bed purpose and I would keep you company. The affection of Damian and curiosity to know you of Celine live on in me, memories of you that are not mine haunt me. Your face is what I see most nights Louise, before everything went wrong, the college days, the games, the late walks across the college grounds. 

And the look in the mirror when you were left behind. I don’t know which one is worse.

Please! I have been tortured enough, join me and we will make sure Mark receives the same punishment as I or better yet, ensure he can’t hurt another soul when he next feels the need. While I drown in the past of our fury and pain, he lives on free of his sins. 

I’ve taken a breath and a moment of reflection. This isn't about him. This is about you and me. And you deserve better than you have ever gotten, Lou. I want to be the one to provide that for you, we can provide a better life and a better future for each other. You never truly got to be the D.A. in our past life, but you can be anything in our future. Not just playing a role, a meaningless game where nothing matters as you do now. We can make something with substance that actually counts for something. But I can’t do it without you.

Maybe I sound like a fool. We haven’t gotten the chance to re-familiarize ourselves with each other in some time, despite how long we’ve had. You’re a different person by now as well, I imagine. I wonder how many habits you still have from the past. What new ones I could learn about you. 

When you tire of your current circumstances, remember that my door is always open and a new home of our own making ready to be built. 

Sincerely,

Your Ever Waiting Darkiplier

Well, there is one more thing....

I also found a torn paper in the mailbox today, it looks like a journal page? I'm not sure this is supposed to be here... but I think its for a Louise Worth as well so maybe i am supposed to deliver it!

It’s late now. I’m in my office, reading the most recent report from the Jim’s when the radio changed. It started playing this slow jazz and these memories came to my mind, unbidden. Damien's memories of you, late nights listening to jazz as you both studied for exams. A record you’d put on the phonograph that became his go to for focusing on work in the years after. The years apart as you all worked for your separate goals, when Damien would spend these nights wishing for your company once again. Lou.

You're not even here. I write only for myself, a page i will tear and burn when I have the chance. But still, writing to you makes it easier somehow. Calms me in these moments.

This body always aches, and I can imagine at one point the heart would ache for you. If I told you it still did, you would know better than to believe me, wouldn’t you? I saw it in your eyes the last time we met, your silent regard for me. You're getting wiser to the situation. I can’t fool you into thinking the Damien you knew is still in here anymore, can I? Nor can I convince you that being as I am, I can feel anything other than rage and resentment. Perhaps the resentment I feel towards Mark for making that promised future of you and Damian working together side by side once again is a form of love itself?

But it’s not even by his remnants you stand by now is it?

Do you have any idea what it’s like to be in a body constantly in a state of decay? I feel the pull of death over me constantly, trying to drag me away like a fist around my throat, never tightening more than it is but never loosening either. And yet you’re out there in your own new skin, where did it come from?

(Note from here to the * was originally all scribbled out but i managed to make it readable... though maybe I should have left it)

Do you want me to apologize for leaving you there? None of this would have happened if it wasn’t for him, I am trying to get revenge for us all!

And now you go and have your little adventures with that monster! In practically every reality, you two are connected in some way, you really think any Mark in any other universe is any different than the one who did this to us? This is why you couldn’t stay! You’re too soft, you weren’t angry enough at the right people. You are the exact fool Celine pegged you for that night, all those years ago. 

How did you get a new body? How, how, who did you take it from, where did you get it, why do YOU have one?*

I apologize. You know how this unstable amalgamation of my being can be. I'm getting better at controlling it over the years, but I still have my moments. Can you not lend a hand to an old friend?  Or perhaps those old tales you told Damien once were true, and this is my repentance for breaking a mirror?

No, perhaps you're right. And there is more to atone for on my end. You should not have been pushed out. I was blinded by the mission of my birth. Clearly I underestimated your strength and resolve, if the way you stand against me and the endurance of your soul is anything to go by.

We are still old friends, aren’t we? You were there when I was created, the first face I saw and even behind whatever cloaks me now, still the face I see in every mirror and reflection. What some might say should be guilt or softness I should feel at that is as all things, replaced with the rage of knowing why I carry you with me in such a literal way…

I wish to confide in you one thing Louise, that I barely confide in myself. There’s one other feeling I'm capable of that sits so deep within me it’s but a grain of sand in the void fractures that make up my sewn together soul. Fear. I am the living testament to their hatred and thirst for revenge. If, when I see their retribution through, then what? What will become of me? Will I have any purpose? Will I continue to exist at all? What will be left when there is no one left to despise? You are the only one I can think of to ask. How did you survive the void of the mirror for so long that you escaped? What feeling motivated you? What purpose?

I shouldn’t keep bringing up old wounds, but what else can I do as a living scab of a soul myself? It is only this mission that keeps this broken body together.

If you just let me in, I can fix all of this. Just let your old friend in Lou.

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sorry, do i send my request through here?

Yup! The mailbox is the place for that! I'm very good at sorting the mail so it won't get confused with the other verses!

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Mail!

This one made a mess of the mailbox, rose petal everywhere!

To My Beating Heart.

Wonderful news I just had to share, it could not wait for you to return to the manor. 

It’s been done! The director and production company have agreed to my conditions, all day time scenes are to be shot indoors. And it’s all thanks to you.

You…

I spent so much of my mortal life giving, generous man that I am. Paying for the way of my friends, giving them opportunities, giving them a place to live, had they the need. In the end I gave them even the ability to live forever and why wouldn't I? They were my family! But they were revolted by my gift, claimed it something to be cured. Even Celine, when she did claim to be doing it all for me, the endless studying and experiments, in the end, my well being was never her concern. Just another equation for her to solve and toss away when she got her answers. Knowledge is power, as they say. Bah! Oh well. Didn’t save her in the end, did it?

But you, you have already done more for me in my death than any did while I lived. Though I have to wonder. Is that true? How many times were you there for me without my notice? I’m reminded of the time you came, winded and stumbling, just in time for my character introduction during my final college performance. You burst through the doors and gained everyone’s ire in one fell swoop as you shuffled to the seat you had reserved. You’d just finished writing your own final that your preparation had Damian in a fuss over you, how you had stayed up almost three nights in a row in preparation of your thesis presentation. You must have been exhausted already, but anyone could tell that you had ran. I would like to do more for you in our life together now. Even if that means being more polite to the stage hands during production. Why they deserve my politeness or your protection, I may never know, but if that is your wish.

I will wait to share this gift with you until you are ready. In the meantime, I deeply appreciate how you allow me to feed from you. The racing beat of your heart pumping your blood into my mouth, so eager to feed me and be mine. Return soon, my beating heart. We shall celebrate together, as we shall do all things from now on.

Love,

Eternally Yours

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Mail! ... I think?

I found this stuck to the inside of the mailbox on the waaaaay back. But with determination, I wiggled it free! And it has a message for someone! Hope he gets his snacks.

Note:

Day 1, Hour 12.

Babe, honey, sweet bumble bee, I need you to do something for me. 

I need you to take some honey buns and find the small hole under the house in the backyard. And I need you to shove them in there for me.

Sans is still looking for me, but I’m starving. My hiding space in the walls is working out for the most part, but I’ll dust soon if I don’t eat. I’ll explain why Sans is hunting me later but DO NOT LET HIM FIND ME. You can’t get caught. Good luck, I believe in you.

P.S.

Please.

P.P.S

If he tells you about a prank involving an explosion and dirty socks, he’s lying.

P.P.P.S

I’ll stay awake for the whole movie next time if that sweetens the honey pot for you.

P.P.P.P.S

I love you.

P.P.P.P.P.S

If you wanted to join me, i could always use the extra honey buns ;)

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Mail time!

An envelope!

A letter! This one's got some fun smells on it, but I promise I didn't wiggle on it more than necessary!

Letter:

To My Sunshine

I know you have to be away for a while longer, but I miss you everyday. I might actually be losing my sanity, slowly but surely. I love music, I always have. And I love my students. Most of the time. Now that I’m used to being a teacher. But there are moments…

They will not stop asking if mayonnaise is an instrument. One of them brought a container of mayonnaise and just started eating it in class. It turned out it was only vanilla pudding in a mayonnaise container. The kids were cheering, a trombone was put on someone's head and it got stuck. Sunshine, I used my Signature to lull them to sleep yesterday just to get them to settle down.

They have, however, been helping me understand the new apps and have apparently made an account for me and my music? They direct me to pose and I just feel silly, but they seem to be having fun. Is it bad I feel a little encouraged when they ask to listen to one of my songs at the end of class? They’re young enough I don’t think they’re making fun of it, but it’s hard to tell. Sometimes it feels as if even the small things in life stop making sense.

I’m sorry, I know I’m being dramatic but I miss you, you make things make sense when nothing else does. I felt so lost when I finally…. Gave up and became a music teacher. But you gave me hope and what feels like solid ground to stand on. Being a teacher feels less like a resignation of failure on my passions and more like another aspect of it, all thanks to you. And now that you’re gone and somewhere where I can’t talk to you or touch you, I’m starting to sink back to that same drifting numb feeling. 

I miss you. I love you. Can’t wait to see you again sunshine. I… I wrote a small tune for you. I hope I know you’ll like it. You’re not only my sunshine or even my muse. You’re the melody of my life.

Love,

Sunny Time Jack

P.S. Hope you don’t mind that the letter’s a bit of a mess. A few of the kids noticed me writing during break and insisted on decorating it for me.

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Just a fluffy worm! A magic fairy worm of love, here to bring you letters from beyond the verse from those you love and whom love you!

Your letters can be romantic of course, but it's not the only kind of love! Familial and platonic included.

Fandom list - aus included!

- Undertale

- Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack

- Markiplier Cinematic Universe (not rpf)

- ~Anonymous admirers~

And if you don't see a universe you were hoping for here, feel free to make a request or suggestion.

After all, the universe is always expanding

Request a letter in the mailbox from your dearest ones, and I'll see what I can find! Requests should say who you're looking for and who it should be addressed to, along with pronouns so I can connect you to the right variation! If you don't provide one, I'll try my very best to wiggle around and get you one, but it won't have a name and use they/them when addressing you. (reader insert friendly)

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