Disclaimer: Just like last time, I still have no letters coming to tell me I am the new owner of Fairy Tail or Harry Potter.
Everyone was quiet at breakfast the next morning. Jose tried everything, from kicking his mother, to throwing his turtle on the roof, but the room was still Metalicana's. Metalicana was regretting not opening the letter in the hallway. Uncle Hibiki and Aunt Jenny were giving worried looks at each other.
When the mail came Uncle Hibiki made Jose get it, maybe as a way to try and be nice.
Jose shouted from the other room, "Another one came! It says, Mr. M. Redfox, the smallest bedroom, 7 Christina Drive."
Uncle Hibiki jumped out of his chair and rushed to the hallway. He wrestled Jose to the ground and got the letter from him. It was extra difficult because Metalicana grabbed Uncle Hibiki's neck to pull him back.
After the wrestling pile disbanded, Uncle Hibiki stood up with the letter.
"Go to the closet, I mean your bedroom" he told Metalicana while gasping for breath, "You too, Jose."
Metalicana was pacing in his new room. Whoever was writing to him knew that his room changed and that he didn't get the first letter. Maybe they would try again. If they do, he had to make sure to get whatever they were trying to send.
He developed a master plan. Waking up at six in the morning as quietly as possible so he didn't wake up the others. He ran downstairs without turning on the lights. He then was going to wait outside for the mail man so he could get the mail first.
In the hallway, Metalicana tripped, over something alive. The lights were then turned on. The alive thing he tripped over was uncle Hibiki in a sleeping bag.
He shouted at Metalicana for the next half an hour, and then had him make coffee. When Metalicana got back from the kitchen the mail had arrived into his uncle's lap.
There was three of the letters this time, but before Metalicana could say anything, Uncle Hibiki started ripping them into pieces.
Later that day, instead of going to work, his uncle boarded up the mail slot in the door.
"If they can't deliver them, they will just have to give up," he said to his wife.
"I don't know if that is going to work."
"Oh it will work alright, I'm sure of it."
On Friday, there was twelve more letters that they had shoved under the door, and through cracked windows. After that, Uncle Hibiki boarded up every crack in the house, after burning the other letters.
The next day the produce box his aunt orders came, and twenty-four letters were inside. His uncle was calling the company and the post office trying to find someone to complain to. His aunt put the letters in the blender.
"Who would want to talk to you so badly?" Jose asked Metalicana.
Finally, Sunday came, and Uncle Hibiki was as happy as could be, after the mail doesn't come on Sundays. He reminded the family of this fact a dozen time.
In the middle of breakfast, they heard something coming from the chimney, coming down it more like. They rushed to the living room, where almost forty letters came flying around as they tried to land on the floor. Metalicana was jumping up to grab one, while the others all ducked.
"GET OUT!" his uncle shouted as he rushed everyone into the hall and closed the door.
They still could hear the letters filling up the room on the other side of the wall. Uncle Hibiki was trying to be calm, but his face was slowly turning red.
"That does it, everyone be ready in five minutes. We have to go away for a while, only bring clothes with you and no arguments."
About ten minutes later they had taken down the boards on the doors and were driving to who knows where. Even Aunt Jenny knew better than to ask her husband about where they were going. They didn't stop once along the way and Jose was miserable. He was hungry, missed five TV shows, and hadn't got to blow any bosses on his computer.
Uncle Hibiki stopped outside a hotel that looked like it came out of a horror movie. Jose and Metalicana shared a damp room with twin beds. Jose was snoring logs, but Metalicana stayed awake just wondering about whatever came to mind as he watched the cars go by.
They had just finished breakfast the next morning when the owner of the place came over holding a letter in his hand.
"Sorry but is there a Mr. M. Redfox at this table, I got about a hundred of the letters addressed to him at the front desk."
She held up the letter in her hand as proof. Metalicana tried to grab it, but Uncle Hibiki grabbed it first. The woman stared at him.
"I'll take them," Uncle Hibiki said to her.
They all got up quickly at his uncle's orders and left the dining room.
"Dear, don't you think it would be better for us to go back home?" Aunt Jenny asked.
Uncle Hibiki didn't hear her, or didn't care, he was already driving to the middle of a forest. He went all over the place stopping, getting out, shaking his head, going back in, and driving somewhere new.
"Has daddy gone nuts?" Jose asked his mother.
It started to rain when Uncle Hibiki stopped at a beach and locked the rest of them in the car. Jose sniveled.
"It's Monday," he said. "I want to stay at a place with a TV, a new episode of One Piece is comes out tonight."
Monday huh, they that means tomorrow would be Tuesday, also known as Metalicana's eleventh birthday. His birthdays weren't the best, I mean last year he got a hanger. Still you only turn eleven once.
Uncle Hibiki came back with a package and a smile on his face.
"Found the perfect place to stay, come on! Everyone out!"
They walked up to a shack that could've belonged to a murderer, sitting right on top of a rock. There was also no TV, sorry Jose.
"A nice man has agreed to lend us his boat to get to the house," Uncle Hibiki said pointing to a little rowboat.
It took a long time to finally reach their destination. It was just as awful as it looked. It stunk of seaweed, the cold wind was blowing through the cracks and there were only two rooms.
The only food they had with them was a bag of chips and four bananas.
Uncle Hibiki smiled at the empty fireplace, "Some of those letters would be good now, I am right?"
He was in a great mood, thinking that no one would be able to send letters to the middle of nowhere during a major storm. Metalicana agreed with him, but the thought depressed him more than anything.
The storm got worse as the night went on, making it freezing cold. Metalicana couldn't get a wink of sleep, no matter how he tried to get comfortable.
Jose's arm was hanging off the couch as he slept, and Metalicana decide to look at his watch and do a personal countdown to his birthday. He wondered if anyone would even remember.
There was five minutes left and Metalicana heard a creaking noise.
Four minutes, he was thinking that maybe the house was full of letters and that he could steal one of them.
Three minutes, that was the sea banging against the rock, right?
Two minutes, what was that weird crunching sound?
One minute.
Thirty seconds.
Twenty.
Ten.
Nine.
Maybe he should wake Jose up to annoy him.
Three.
Two.
One.
BOOM. The whole was shaking and Metalicana sat upright, staring at the door and listening to the person knocking to come in.