Dear Mikasa Ackerman,

Hello. I'm writing to inform you that something's gone terribly wrong. You may not know me personally nor have you ever seen this address (no where), but I hope you do know that I'm looking out for you; I'm simply fulfilling that duty by sending the letters you'll receive in the future.

Do you ever feel like you're floating? Like you're dreaming? Maybe that's because you need to wake up.

Your Friend,
S

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Dear Mikasa Ackerman,

Hello. Ever wondered why your favorite color's red?

Your Friend,
S

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Dear Mikasa Ackerman,

Hello. I see your health's taking a blow as well. Perhaps that's a side effect I'll have to warn people about in the future—mental health particularly, it seems. The depression will hopefully go away soon, but I must inform you that the longing for someone will not.

You miss them, don't you? Ah, but who could it be? I think yours will be the most fun out of them all.

Your Friend,
S

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Dear Mikasa Ackerman,

Hello. I'm delighted to tell you that you've been the most cooperative of them all: you haven't thrown away any of these letters, you haven't ignored any of these letters, and most of all you haven't tried getting back at me by smashing a window (long story).

Perhaps you find these envelopes thrilling. Perhaps you find them oddly tantalizing.

Tantalizing came from Tantalus who's a man in Greek mythology. The story goes that Tantalus chopped up his son and cooked him in a stew before inviting all of the Gods to a little dinner party. As punishment, he was forced to stand in a pit of water with a fruit tree dangling just out of his reach. He was cursed to suffer hunger and thirst for his entire life yet he couldn't drink the water around him and he couldn't eat the fruit above him.

Based on some observations, I think that perhaps you might feel a bit like Tantalus at times.

Fear not, my brave darling, for the pain and suffering will be over soon. You'll wake up from this fake reality soon.

Your Friend,
S

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Dear Mikasa Ackerman,

Hello. It seems I spoke too soon about you being cooperative. You did try to take this to the police! Oh, but you realized the hard way that no one else can see these letters. I want to let you know that I was cackling away at your angered expressions. "Don't do this again," they said. "We'll arrest you," they said.

That's right, Mikasa—don't bother the police for no reason. It's a crime in America, you know?

Your Friend,
S

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Dear Mikasa Ackerman,

Hello. Having fun, are we? Grounded, are we? Upset, are we? Of course you are; you tried getting others involved. That's not something I'd recommend. I also wouldn't recommend trying to write back. I can't remember if I've already told you this in a previous letter, but oh well; there's no harm in telling you twice. It reinforces it, after all.

Well, for that little mishap with the police, there must be punishment.

Your Friend,
S

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Dear Mikasa Ackerman,

Hello. Let us have a moment of silence for your vase you got for you grandmother.

. . .

Don't do that again. It's the last thing I need.

Your Friend,
S

PS
I hope the clean-up isn't too hard; it held her ashes, after all.

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Dear Mikasa Ackerman,

Hello. I've been fooling around with you. I haven't exactly been practical. Time is of the essence and what have I been doing? Scaring you into submission. While fun, it's not useful.

Wasn't there someone you wanted to see? Isn't there something that's supposed to be around your neck? Oh, ho, ho, something doesn't feel right, now does it!

I hear Kroger has some nice scarves.

"But S, isn't Kroger a grocery store?"

Yes, yes it is, but you know what if they have a mini Hallmark in there to sell you cheesy cards you'll only ever see once before they're thrown out, then it's not too outlandish to say they sell scarves.

You never know. Maybe you'll meet someone. Someone special? Surely.

Your Friend,
S