Tales of Genocyde Chapter Two: DethLetter

I walked down the icy pathway to the mailbox. The college never could keep the sidewalks clear. Good thing this is my last year of it. I would graduate after this short term, and I would never have to deal with this again. The mailbox seemed unmistakingly full, as one of my roomates' care pakages lay on the ground. Looking up, I see her coming toward the dorm and wave it in the air.

"Yo! Cera! Care pakage!"

She blinked and came forward. The girl grabbed it with such force that it almost knocked me down.

"This is from my boyfriend in Southern Michigan!" She squealed.
"God, you'd think he would just come up and give it to you. He only lives an hour and ten minutes away."
"At least my boyfriend didn't stop writing. He's probably seeing someone else."
"Toki is NOT my boyfriend!!" I shouted.
"Oh..I thought your boyfriend was that 'Ne' guy that you have tattooed on your chest!!"
"Have you been spying on me in the shower?! How dare you ask someone about their personal tattoos?"

Cera squeaked in fear and ran into the dormitory. I wasn't going to hurt her, so I didn't know why she ran off like that. Shaking the behavior of my roommate from my thoughts, reached into the mailbox to see what was for me.

"Bills, bills, bills...Cera, Viki, Cera..." I sorted through the mail, getting even more frustrated with each piece of postage I got my hands on.

Finally, I came to a couple pieces of mail for me. Both had no return address on them. One of them at least had to be my father's yearly ridicule of my chosen profession. The other one;well I didn't know. I opened up the first one and got out my lighter, incinerating the card and the envelope.
"That bastard father of mine. I hope he dies and burns in a torturous hell," I said under my breath as there were people around.

The other envelope was black with a silver logo that said 'Dethklok' where the return address should be. I had seen a few of their shows, but what would Dethklok want with me? Did I get some sort of survivor award or something? True, they had a reputation for destroying human life, but I was one of the few lucky ones. I shook with nervousness as I opened the envelope. Inside was a letter, a card and a folded piece of black paper. I unfolded the back paper first.

The black paper had a drawing of a sad person in a birthday hat crying blood. 'Happy Birthsday, Domies. Wish I was there to celebrates it with yous,' read the sloppy writing.

There was only one person in the world who could get away with calling me 'Domies'. So Toki is a member of Dethklok. I see now why he hadn't written in a while. He was too busy with his new lifestyle. I smiled and read the card.Domies, I gots the others to signs this cards for yous birthsday. I's sorries I didn'ts write sooner, but we's recorded a new albums. Hits buying places soons! Jean Pierre mades some cookies for yous, but lefts them on the tables and Natens axidentaly eats them! Separate letter is somes gift cards for cookies and Hots Topics. Happy Birthsday.
Toki Wartooth, Skwisgaar Skwigelf, Pickles ( 0), Murderface, and Nathan Explosion

It was so cold out that I decided to save the letter for later and play some games on my computer.