Disclaimer: I don't own Metalocalypse or any of the characters.
Dears Toki,
Things haves changed a lots since you left. Everyone ams lots quieters. We don't talks about you much. Hells, we don't talks about anythings much anymore.
We don'ts plays anymore. I mean, how coulds we withouts you? (I'ms not sayings you're a goods guitar player. Just that I can't plays both our parts at the sames time.)
Evens when we ams just hangings out, everyone ams sad. Your chair in the dinings room ams still there. Your video games ams still in the livings room. Nobodys sits in your place in the hotstub. Your rooms ams the same; cleans and tidy just like hows you lefts it. Deddy ams still sittings on your beds. It ams all waitings for you to comes back. We ams waitings too.
Everyones ams sayings you ams stills alive. I'ms not sure they actually knows for sure though. There ams always the short silence right befores anyone says anythings about you, and the sames nervous undertone in theirs voice. I hopes you ams stills alive, I don'ts want to haves to look for a new guitarsist again. Thats was bad enoughs last time.
Somestime when nobody ams around, I goes to your room and knocks on the door. I knows you ams not there to answer, but it makes me feels better. Likes before.
I hopes you ams okay so we can goes on tour agains once you comes back. Buts then agains, I don't feel bads for you. We warned yous against Magnus.
Sincerely,
Skwisgaar
AN: This one is short, but the chapters will be longer as the story progresses. I promise.
And sorry if I'm butchering his accent, I'm trying my best T-T;