Oh, this should be interesting!

At first Fina did not want to believe it. So, the best way to make sure the hearsay was true was to go to the source.

Question is, though, noone knows where the Postal Carriers come from. Luckily, Fina was able to stop one while she was en route.

"Excuse me. My apologies for bothering you during your busy schedule, but I was wondering if it's true that you send letters even out beyond existence?"

The female courier, although looked hurried but nodded her head. "Yes. You just have to know the first name and the last name of the person. We can handle the rest." Without letting Fina finish, the courier carried on with her busy work.

Watching the courier go, she knitted her eyebrows a bit, kind of remembering vaguely the first name and last name of the person in question.

Back at home, Fina stared at the paper and tapped the capped pen lightly to the desk. Sighing a bit, she then uncapped the pen and then started to write.

To Miss Kara C.

First, did you influence Mr. Lucas for the Mandalorian language so that "Ka'Ra" that looks so close to your own name mean "Star"?

Wait. You are not much older than me. Nevermind.

Well, I have many reasons why I am writing to you. First off, thank you for your constant need of having coffee. Also, food too. I like food.

Next up, I am going to tell you something. If you are that voice that has a painful Southern-Meshed-With-California accent, I do not like you. You yell at me too much and most of the time, it comes out like the teachers from the Peanuts. Mm. Love me some Schroeder.

I'm sorry that I hop from one boy to the next. But did you not see how all the other prior to Brendan have treated me? Okay, so I never really gave Karras a true shot; but seeing him once a wee would NEVER satisfy a woman's need. Except--yeah, anyway. And you saw me like crying at least once a week because of him. And you watched with Kor'Uus! I thought I was clingy. And did you really see me sleeping with him? Yeah no. And with Broddi. There was absolutely nothing wrong with that man...until he disappeared. No note! No nothing! Very rude, I think. Brendan is a nice man. A funny man. And with you rattling and whomping on about he and I doing very inappropriate things to write about it on here is just not nice at all.

Also. Why chickens? Okay, yes, I know my grandparent's plantation had chickens and my first summer job was the Chicken Mascot for the local Church's Chicken, but still!

And why did you stick me in a town two towns away from the city I hang out the most?

Oh. And you can't find someone to be with? Come to RhyDin. I'm sure you will be drooling for the men (or women since I do not know your preference.)

Your RhyDin Interpreter,

Fina Q Chao

P.S. I know you had some major influence over where my name came from and I want to know why would you do that!?

P.P.S. This is most definitely not the last you hear from me.

P.P.P.S. I do give you kudos for my wardrobe influence.

Dear Mun,

Uh. We talk all the time. Why are you posting it?

Whatever.

Can you think some more about the sandy-haired girl? It's fun to watch inside your head. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce.

Maybe Scotty could come over and watch with me?

Thanks.

Love,

Harold

Bridges...To Everywhere



Creator,

We have not conversed in a while but I suspect this shall change. You have ideas and so do I. I wish to explore them as I wish to explore this Multiverse around me. I wish to...reconcile the shadows in me, be rid of them. I wish to have what I have always wished. I am still....what is your word? Floored?....by what the Dudes have created.

I am still seeking a way to show them my appreciation. Perhaps I shall find a way soon. I wish to find 'Nathan again and every other being I have love for. Perhaps we may converse again soon, after things have calmed down?

We have much to speak on.

And don't you dare do anything to my plushies.

-Renne

Dear Ash ,

Oh what I would not give to strangle you. Putting me with a lycan... really? I want to rip his head off when ever I see him. How in the hell am I supposed to be his wife. All these memory flash backs are just to much. Why can't I get one day off? Just one day!

*Sighs*

Plus what happened to my sisters?! Did Rois kill them too or are you just going to hide that one from me. I am already insane.

Yours Truely,

Maria ****ing Koi!

Dear Sebastian,

Uh. Dude? Seriously, you've gotta figure out how to, like, get the run of your headspace. 'Cause if your mun can pull that kinda stuff on you and you can't writer's block him so fast his head'll spin, you need to learn.

Just a word of advice, man. Don't want something? Don't let him do it. Dig your heels in and say 'no'.

And, uh... Sebastian's Mun? You might wanna learn to respect the guy. Pulling something like this on him's pretty frickin' mean, you know? Having a muse is a privilege.

Rebelliously,
Harold

P.S. Oh! Right. Also: hurt Audrey again and I'm letting her borrow my PPG. Which shoots fire balls. Feel me?

Dear Audrey,

I've only got two, so it's kinda a borrowing deal, but you can go look down at Star's End market for one if you want. There's a booth toward the back, second row, you want the dude with the nose ridges. Maybe he'll be able to get another.

Don't scorch anything I wouldn't do.

Harold

From Dean to Dean's So-Called Player:

Dear Fangirl,

Yes, you! You know who you are and so do I. Yeah, I know you're a chick. Know how I know? Because there are like a million (scribbles that out) thousand of you out there. Do you really think you're anything special? Did you really think I'd never find out about you? Actually, I didn't. Sam did, but that's not the point.

Who the heck do you think you are writing about my life? As if it's not bad enough that Chuck sold us out to the CW before he disappeared off the face of the Earth. Good thing, too, because I've got a bullet with that douche bag's name on it. The CW? Seriously? What's the matter? We're not good enough for the major networks? Should've gone to HBO. Then we wouldn't get censored all the time. But I digress.

Oh, and that guy they have playing me? Ackles? He doesn't do me justice. I'm way better looking than that. Wasn't he on a soap opera or something? Please. I do not cry that much.

I've read some really bad fan fiction, but yours takes the cake. Rhydin? Really? Excuse me, but where the hell is Rhydin anyway? Some galaxy far, far away? Yeah, like that hasn't been done before.

Oh, and let me just take a moment to clarify something. I have never been in love, I do not have Daddy issues, and I am not an alcoholic. I don't have a problem with authority figures, and Sam and I get along just fine, thank you very much.

That Quinn chick is pretty hot though. She looks like that chick from Gossip Girl. Momsen or something. Why'd you have us break up? I was getting some, and now I'm... Wait, never mind. Scratch that.

Okay, I'll admit, it's not that bad. I mean, I've read worse. At least, there's no Wincest going on. I mean, that's just sick. Sam is my brother, not my lover. What the hell is the matter with people? And I don't have a thing going on with Cas either. He's an angel. Hello! Purely platonic. He wouldn't know what to do with his dick if his life depended on it.

Oh, and the whole New Jersey Devil story? Everyone knows the Jersey Devil is a hoax. Why don't you pick something really interesting to write about, like maybe, oh, I don't know, Bigfoot?

Nice move making assumptions before Season Six is out. Gonna have to back pedal there now, aren't you? Or, hey, you could say it was all just a dream. That's original.

Okay, I gotta wind up now because Sam is bugging the shit out of me to get my ass moving, and I haven't had anything to eat in at least two hours.

Just remember, I'm watching and reading. You've been warned.

Sincerely,
You Know Who (The Real Dean Winchester)

((Fina - This was a great idea! Thanks for opening it up to everyone. It was a blast to write.))

It was no more than an impulse, a thought in motion, but one that had Mior reaching for pen and paper before she'd even thought out what she really wanted to say.

A breath of possibility, a moment's wonder.

Creator-

Maybe this will never reach you, but that doesn't hardly matter. I'm going to guess you know what's coming. And I'm also going to guess that this amuses you in some manner, because otherwise you'd stop it. Fair enough, I think. If the roles were switched, I'd do the same.

That said, now that events are in motion...Don't stop, alright? Don't hit 'pause'. See this, and all else through to the end. Finish what you start.

You know what I'm talking about. I know you do--

"Mior...What are we doing to that paper?"

"Sam.....No."

"Yes. What're we doing?"

"...Writing to the Puppeteer?"

"Bah! Nu-uh, they just set things in motion, they don't control everything..."

"Then why're you grabbing paper?"

"Duh! 'Cause I wanna say hi. Why else? Just toss mine along with yours."

Person-That-Might-Be-Real.

Hi there. Just had to say that.

Also, whomever you are, stop doubting yourself, yeah? Your gut is better than you think. For that matter, you are better than you think you are! Remember, you are never as alone as you think.

Kindly don't smite us, okay? I don't like the thought of dying. At all. Mior neither, you hear? We are not negotiable!

Samiel

Both would be released to the wind.

Bvrrt, bvrrrrt...

Maogh. Hngaaah... raaaoooh

::starts cleaning himself::

Sincerely,
Jeremiah

P.S.: YAOORAAAUH!

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Dear Player,

You haven't played me at all; this is perfectly fine with me. I daren't wish to be saddled yet another convoluted preemie-baby of a back story, like the one's you've dredged up for all of those other unfortunate souls you've brought into this dreadful place. If, perchance, you do decide to put me in a room I swear to Maru the Internet Cat Messiah that I will come out of your computer, smother you in your sleep, pee on everything and eat your corpse. I don't know in what order I'll be doing that; I'm still but a cat.

Also, I'm in the yard, and I'm eating all the voles. Every last one.

Yours,
Miss Sparkle Motion