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A small mail carrier is struggling to get some letters into a mailbox. He hops up, trying to slip the letters inside, grumbling a little. However, something suddenly lifts him up, helping him reach the mailbox more easily. He doesn’t seem too surprised and turns toward the strange, half-repaired TV man. His screen is cracked and barely manages to display any kind of face.
"[My dear Cathode] You weren't supposed to come here! I just finished fixing your legs and arms, you could’ve rested a little longer. I can manage on my own! [Cordially, Spamton G Spamton]"
The TV man simply shakes his head, then sets the small mailman down. Spamton sighs and gently pats his leg. They’re friends and partners—Tenna’s been following him everywhere since Spamton started trying to repair him. His voice box still has a few issues, but Spamton fully intends to replace it in the coming days… Maybe with his small salary, if he doesn’t find anything useful in the dumps.
RULES - OOC - INFO (MAJ - 06/05)
I keep seeing this AU everywhere and I really love it TT.
So, this is an RP/ask blog about Spamtenna in an Undertale universe!
Spamton is a kind of robotic puppet/bird who works as a mail carrier. He delivers all sorts of things—mostly dumb letter-. He found Tenna in a pitiful state and decided to try fixing him. Unfortunately, the one thing Spamton hasn’t been able to find or replace is Tenna’s screen… So Tenna has trouble seeing properly (he mostly sees shapes and silhouettes), and Spamton usually guides him around.
Spamton enjoys Tenna’s company—a lot—even if he’s secretly afraid Tenna might leave him once he’s fully repaired.
As for Tenna, he’s scared that Spamton might end up abandoning him or getting tired of constantly having to fix him...
Also, they’re married in my head /j (...I just really love the ship; so they probably have feelings for each other, but neither of them dares to say anything, afraid it might scare the other away.)
For the rules :
-First of all, English is not my first language! So I apologize if I make mistakes or errors!
-RPs are okay! OCs, canon characters, AUs, and other fandoms are welcome to interact—no problem at all! Everyone can interact !
-Magic anon are allowed ! I reserve the right to accept or decline, and to choose how long things last ;;
-The blog is in a pacifist run (for now)
-Mod /main blog : @nepatate
-YES you can draw and sent your art here ! Or if you are to shy , you can send it to mod main blog.
Tags ! :
#spamletter - when it's Spamton answering !
#brokentv -when it's Tenna answering !
#tvletter - when it's both of them
#modtalk - when it's the mod
#Thepipischild - when Mimi is here !
#vistors arts - for any fanart from the anons !
#but they stay determined ! - when Frisk is here
Visitors :
-Lucille (She/her) : A very kind sheep monster they’ve planned to play board games with one day!
-📻 /Static (they/ It?) : A radio, possessed by the soul of a monster. They don’t remember anything from their past life, but seem to accept their new condition as a radio. Spamton seems to have a hard time with it, while Tenna likes them a lot and enjoys talking with them.
-Munchington (he/him) : a beaver monster, with a drone, used to work for the CORE before he retired. He seem cool !
-Soleil (They/Them) : A lion monster, holding a very pretty lantern. They have finally found their friends ! Hurray !
-Ember & Agate : Soleil's friends !
-Agrid (She/her) : A scarecrow monster, suffering from a serious illness, who has taken refuge in the junkyard to avoid troubling her beloved with her condition. Tenna sees a lot of himself in her and encourages her not to shut herself in with negative thoughts.-
Bonnet Springs (she/her) : A rabbit monster; Agrid’s partner. She’s trying to find her and ends up bumping into Spamton.
-Erva ( it/they/she) : The child seems to have grown and been placed in a foster family, with a pet pumpkin as therapy. They also helped Tenna and Spamton recover their missing memories… and the mailman admitted to being the one responsible for Erva’s parents’ disappearance.
-Cher (she/her) : A shapeshifting monster, looking for glass in the dump.
-Parhelion : A dragon monster !
-Erin (He /him ) : Father of Agate, Ember & Soleil.
-Survey (They /them) : An Addison from another universe. Probably from the same ‘family’ as Spamton, even though the mailman doesn’t seem particularly happy to see them. Mimi considers them her uncle.
-Dart (She/her) :
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Pasta Anon
Tiny Anon
Inventory - (dunno, i think it's fun XD)
a cane (used sometimes) - flowers - a tent - pastel paint markers - camping supplies - pin (Tenna have it) - snowflake sweater - sweater that says “Blizzard Frost #1 DAD” - ugly Christmas sweater with a dumb tea pun"It’s a brew-tea-ful day!" - Lucky Cat - pearlescent stone - pile of neatly folded clothes (six sets of clothing, three for each. They’re simple but nice clothes in muted shades of blue, green and brown) - very nice suit from Wendi - record player -A rather interesting encyclopedia for learning how to repair a TV - a very cool hat, with a pigeon who look like Spam! - rat plush who look like Spam - tiny bow with bell (Mimi have it) - centiped plush - bunnies plush - scrapbook --shaped aviator shades - mall pouch of glittery smoke bombs -gun with wings on its sides - dark bracelet - book about dad puns, and bad puns- three aprons-a book to learn cooking - knock knock puns books - A fake wand, for Mimi’s Halloween costume - book full of creative insults and curse words from across history - candy - Plushies in the shape of a moth and an ant, who look like Spamton and Tenna -knife toy - a guitare - painting materials - horse plush - A plastic duck that does backflips and breathes fire -
Plot /lore actually :
Google doc here ! (old timeline )
One more time ! (new doc /new timeline)
REF : (art by Cloud )
And that's all...? I will edit if something come to my mind but ! It's okay for now !
Just realised that Tenna is pretty much a walking space heater, especially in these cold, damp caves...
Perfect for hugs!!
"Y-You really think so?"
[Dear anonymous person]I agree, he's perfect for hugs! So dangerously good at that , when I'm really tired, I fall asleep very easily in his arms! Mornings are difficult too. I have to get up early, but Tenna is way too warm to make me want to leave the bed! Hahahae![By the Mailman]
“I see these wrinkles on your screen, you are overthinking it a bit. I admit, it was not easy the first time I had to handle certain… situations. What you have to remember is that every child is different so perception is the key, looking out for changes in behavior and you can gather that something is not as it seems.”
Agrid suddenly takes out an umbrella from her inventory.
“You can also predict if they are up to something that way.”
She puts it between her and Tenna as balloons filled with paint splatter onto the umbrella, leaving the two monsters clean. When Tenna looks in a direction of where they came from, they see a random child that looks disappointed.
“Listen, nobody is perfect. We all make mistakes, so do not tie your worth to how good you are at your abilities. It does not make you lesser. Especially since I doubt this was a situation you could predict.”
[🌙🐰]
Although he still looks a little sheepish, Agrid's words do help him feel better. Even if part of him still struggles to accept... certain things. Probably some of his own flaws, which don't particularly like the situation. No matter! Agrid is right. It isn't his fault, he isn't perfect, and he'll probably make mistakes again.
He's a little surprised when Agrid manages to predict that the child had been trying to pull a prank. Oh wow! That's a bit too difficult to anticipate,he hadn't even seen the kid!
"Haha... You're right. I really took everything way too personally. I was just... really, really scared that I'd done something terrible. But after hearing everything you've said and taking a step back, there's no way I could have predicted Erva's reaction. And they're different from my kid, so it's normal that I'm struggling."
Besides, isn't he the one who's always saying that everyone is different? And now someone is reminding him of that. Just goes to show that he doesn't follow his own advice at all!
"Thank you, Agrid. I think I can see things a little more clearly now! I'm sorry for bothering you with all this. I can be a bit foolish sometimes, haha...
We know which one will make Spamton/Mimi little puff balls, but what about Tenna?
[Dear Curious Person]None of that will happen to Tenna, since he doesn't have feathers or fur. I suppose a leaf blower could help him dry off a little faster...? However, I'm sorry to disappoint you, but since Tenna is different from Mimi and me, he won't turn into a puffball, hahahae![By the Mailman]
"I was just going to use a towel to dry myself! Why use that... thing? I suppose it's meant to help me dry off faster, but I don't really see the point."
((This one starts so silly but gets extremely sad. I apologise for this.))
Aaaaand he's spiraling. She sighs, I guess she should've expected it after… that conversation with Erva. An idea popped into Agrid's head, one she hoped would lighten up the mood. She puts a frying pan on top of his head and cracks an egg, it fries up immediately.
“I believe this is just a bit of a misunderstanding, it is nothing to get your eggs frying. The mind can be an extremely hazardous place, if you let negative thoughts fester for too long, you start to view everything negatively. That seems to be true for the both of you.”
Both monsters sit down.
“Erva struggles a lot, they are not great at social interactions and they internalise it a lot. It has gone so terrible to the point that it cannot see itself in a positive light and… we are trying to figure out how to help them with it…”
Agrid says in a somber manner, remembering all the nights waking up because they heard the little golem crying.
“I believe I hold my share of blame for it, I often care about people too much which causes me to see myself as an inconvenience. At one point I thought being gone from their lives would be a better fate for them. Unfortunately, the apple does not fall far from the tree.”
She sighs.
“It was never what you told them, when you believe it is better for others if you are not involved in their lives than that is what you start to hear.”
[🌙🐰]
Tenna listens carefully to the explanation and seems to understand a little better. Honestly, it doesn't surprise him that much,he knows full well that Erva is a bit... complicated (no, he refuses to use the word "annoying" like Spamton does. That's not nice).
Maybe he should have adapted his approach and found another way to scold them! Or maybe he just shouldn't have scolded them at all and let them do whatever they wanted. Ah, this is so complicated...
"I understand a little better now. It's true that sometimes a child can take after one of their parents quite a lot,including their less desirable traits! I hope you'll be able to help your child..."
It won't be easy, and it'll probably take time, but he's certain that the two women will eventually manage to reassure Erva.
"Next time, I'll try not to be so hard on them! I need to remember that this isn't easy for them and probably stay 'cool.' I need to adapt to their needs! It will be easy. Normally."
Wow... Tenna's pretty dirty with all that paint... Probably should do something about that.
*hands Spamton the hose with the power washer nozzle*
Enjoy your revenge.
Spamton's eyes light up the moment you hand him the hose. Ooh yes, he's going to enjoy his revenge. Really, really enjoy it. You have no idea!
"Okay! Mimi is taking her bath right now... Uh? Spamton? Why do you have a hose in your hands? You look... determined to do something with it. Should I be worri-"
The TV-headed man is abruptly interrupted by a powerful jet of water straight to the screen. Finally realizing his fate, Tenna slowly starts backing away in a futile attempt to escape.
Unfortunately, it doesn't work, because the mailman doesn't hesitate for a single second before drenching the poor CRT with water. By the end of it, the tall monster is completely soaked, while Spamton looks absolutely delighted with his little act of revenge.
[Note to Self] Haehaehae, it feels good to get a little revenge sometimes!
It was a day like no other, Agrid was tending to the house when Tenna asked via letter to meet him. She didn't understand why but she decided to not question it. Maybe he wanted to chat about bugs. Needless to say, Agrid did not expect him to look so drained when she met him.
“Good evening, Mr. Tenna. You wished to have an appointment with me. Did anything transpire to guarantee this discussion?”
[🌙🐰]
[ cringe angst the return ! im gonna kill this guy again one day /j ]]
Honestly, he doesn't even know if he did the right thing. But Spamton had strongly encouraged him to go talk to Bonnet and Agrid himself, since the TV-headed man refused to believe him when he said they wouldn't be upset with him.
For once, the little monster hadn't managed to completely pull his partner out of one of his spiraling moments. Even though it's... ridiculous, right? But they've had plenty of "issues" involving Erva before! Well, mostly on Spamton's side. As for Tenna, things are usually fine! So why is it that this time, even he's having a hard time with it? Has he simply gotten too old to take care of children?
When Agrid arrives, Tenna struggles to compose himself. He's not even at his usual size, though he isn't tiny either. ...But yeah, he looks like someone who hasn't slept in days, and it probably shows.
Tenna forces himself to smile, but there's none of his usual warmth behind it. Agrid doesn't seem angry,perhaps because Erva never told her anything! That would be it's style, after all...
"First of all, thank you for taking the time to talk with me, and I'm sincerely sorry for bothering you. You probably have much more important things to do than having to put up with me in this state... This was Spamton's idea, actually. He told me, 'Go talk to them,they'll tell you the same thing I did.' A-Anyway, it's my fault too, I think. I'm probably just too sensitive, haha..."
...Just get to the point, Tenna. You're wasting her time for nothing.
"I... uh... I think I may have had an issue with Erva...? Maybe they've already told you about it! B-but yesterday, I found them hiding in a trash heap, and I explained that playing in the Dump can be dangerous, and that they should probably play in Snowdin instead."
If he didn't have at least a little self-control, he would probably have started tugging on his antennae by now,but he'll refrain. His mailman doesn't like it when he does that, even if he isn't here to scold him whenever he falls back into his bad habits.
"Everything was going fine! Erva told me they completely understood! B-but right afterward, they suddenly told me they were glad to have known me... and then said goodbye? I-I think I messed up. I must not have explained myself properly, and Erva must have misunderstood me, I..."
He's supposed to be good with children! That's his role! Has he become so defective that he can't do it anymore??
*lays out a paint floor trap for the invisible tiny menace*
Mimi falls right into the paint trap! She ends up covered in all sorts of colors and is no longer very invisible.
"Eww, who put this here?"
She jumps when she hears her dads' voices behind her.
Ah! She has to find a hiding spot before it's too late! And clean the paint off herself! Unfortunately for her, this time she isn't fast enough (and it doesn't help that she's leaving paint footprints everywhere she goes). The tall TV monster catches her and scoops her up into his arms.
"Gotcha! We caught you! ...Now, what are we going to do with you, little troublemaker, hmm?"
[To: Both of You] Probably prepare a bath for the little one! I think the invisibility potion is starting to wear off , she's beginning to reappear! And we should clean your clothes too, Tenna. You've got paint on you as well![Sincerely, Spamton G. Spamton]
Well, it's not that different from your usual censorship at least...?
Just a lot more... varied.
[Dear anonymous person] Yeah, well, *cow sound* I didn't need anyone changing my censorship, that's *explosion sound* ! No thanks for that![Sincerely, a desperate mailman]
Tenna has shifted slightly to the side because he's currently in the middle of a laughing fit.
[It says: "Dear Spamton, Hows life? I hope you havent found someone more TV-TASTIC Than I! That is of course impossible but still! Hope your doing sosowell and please come home!]
[...This was definitely supposed to go to someone else.]
- @tv-time-with-mr-ant-tenna
In response to that letter, the other one receives a letter as well, written in handwriting that strangely resembles his own (though written a little bigger, as if the person behind it was afraid of not being visible enough).
To my other self (I suppose?),
I’m sorry, but your letter wasn’t delivered to the right person! Though I don’t know what happened with your Spamton, I hope he comes back to see you very soon! Don’t worry, if it’s just a simple argument, he’ll come back to you quickly! …If your Spamton works like mine does.
Or maybe your letter was meant for my Spammy? He’s a little busy right now, I just saw him running after some dogs-they stole his mailbag again…
…And besides, I can’t share him ^(. I’m almost certain he’d struggle with having to repair two poor TVs at the same time, haha…
I hope you’re doing well on your side, dear other me, and that you’re having a very good day!
MIKE!! What do you MEAN Our mailbox had a LEAK-?!?! I thought I TRASHED THAT!!!! AGES AGO-!!!
[He stomps his foot, yanking on his antennae. Some of those letters reaching oublic eye would RUIN him! He couldn't have the audience knowing that he-]
( Boss. Youse gots a lettah.
[-Mike. A huff escapes his vents and he puts on a grin.]
A LETTER? Why, HOW Would I get a LETTER-?? I thought I deleted the Mailroom, HaHA-!!!
( We'se found it in da snows.
...Thhe... Snow.
( Yea.
Uh huh.. well- THANK YOU, MIKE!
[He snatches the letter and unfolds it, reading intently...]
[As he reads, his expression shifts to that of... Horror? Sadness? It remains for only a second before his screen switches off.]
Mike. Get me paper.
( Oki dokes.
[Jongler slithers off to find paper as Tenna wiggles a pen out of his breastpocket. After a bit, Jongler returns with paper, and Tenna swiftly takes it, retreating to his desk.]
[Remember. Keep a happy facade.]
Dear 'Other Me,'
It's quite alright, fellow TV! Thank you for your thoughts about Spamton. It's only been a couple of years so maybe your right!
No need to share mailmen. It could never be the same. Repairs can be tricky, so I wish you two the best of luck in that!
And, who threw you in the dump? No TV belongs in the dump. I can't imagine the pain of waking up everyday being surrounded by trash knowing that your lightners just didn't need you anymore some of your fellow darkners around you might be ka-put!
[He then stands up swiftly, folding the paper up and signing it with his signature. He exits his office and heads... Outside.]
[The breeze is biting, the snow crunchy and cold. But it's nothing he isn't used to, hhahaha...! He adjusts his tie and swiftly throws the letter frisbee style into the great unknown.]
Oh, he definitely wasn’t expecting to get a reply that quickly! Though now he almost feels a little… bad for his other self. It’s apparently been several years since his Spamton disappeared…? Uh??
He searches around for a piece of paper while giving a small wave to his mailman , who finally got his mailbag back.
Dear myself (?),
I’m really sorry about your partner disappearing. I don’t know what could’ve pushed him to leave for so long, but maybe there’s a reason? I understand a little better now why you tried sending him a letter. I’d feel awful too if my Spammy abandoned me for that long! (And I think my miserable body would eventually fall apart into dust without his repairs.)
I don’t know what a Lightner is! And I don’t know who threw me into the dump either, I can’t remember anything… But it’s okay! The dump is actually pretty nice, I feel really comfortable there! We have a little camp, and honestly, that’s more than enough. …Also, what’s a Darkner…?
PS: I’m talking about myself too much and that’s not good! What’s it like where you live?
[It could have been hours or even just mere seconds of pacing there in the snow, waiting anxiously for a reply. At some point, he had to take his pacing to another side of the studio, because each glimpse of christmas tree wou- ?!]
[A letter flutters in and lands atop his head. His screen pops on with a shocked expression. He grabs the letter and with no hesitation, reads through it. As he does, his chest tightens- His heart feels like its in a stranglehold- I could have been dust. I could have been like you-]
[And then, all of that pain changes into a horrible understanding.]
[This... This must be some version of him that is a lightner. This must be some version of him that has always been a lightner. Why else wouldn't he know what Lightners and Darkners are?]
[But then- How is he in the dump? How is he a TV, Thrown away, but not an object..?]
[His pacing resumes. It confuses him greatly. He finds himself envying this other TV- You get to be there. You get to have a family. You get to be seen and recognized as a living thing. You get to the feel the sun on your skin and the grass neath your feet. Even if its still in a dump- Even if its still somewhere... Glooby!]
[He laughes in a broken manner and trudges his way back to his office, writing yet another letter.]
Dear 'me',
I wish I knew too! The studio just feels so awfully quiet without him and his admittedly sometimes salacious jokes. Every year that passes I wondered; What did I do to make him hate me so much?
[No, no. Too vulnerable.]
Every year that passes, though, I keep hold of hope that he'll return. Sometimes, that's all you can do. Hope that he'll return.
You, my friend, are a Lightner! Someone that lives in the light world as a full monster or human. I couldn't even begin to imagine why someone would throw you away, with you being so real! I'm glad your comfy there in that ol graveyard dump.
Darkners are what I am! Objects in the light world, but given form and feeling through darkness. Over there, I would just be a plain ol' TV. But in my Dark World, I'm the showhost we all know and love!
As for your last question, my friend! I live in my studio.
With good regards, Mr. A. Tenna.
[With a careful fold, he returns to the static snow and lets the letter drift out of his hands.]
So I would be a... Lightner? What a lovely word,I like it a lot! Around here, we usually use the term monster, but Lightner sounds a bit more... classy, honestly.
From what I understand, you sort of have a double life? I'm a little confused, but it sounds fun,being both an ordinary TV and an incredible show host at the same time! I wish I had the chance to be that too. I've been told I'm actually pretty good at it! Though that's a little silly,I think I have a bit of stage fright when I'm on stage...
You live in a studio? Well, in... your studio? It must be even bigger than my Dump! I'm happy to hear that another version of me seems to have found his place somewhere.
I do have one more question. My curiosity is terrible, I know, but...
Did that strange blue egg eventually hatch for you as well? Or do you not have one?
Sincerely,
A very curious CRT.
And as Tenna goes to "post" his letter once again, he finds himself thinking that, in the end, even if it's strange to communicate with another version of himself, it isn't so bad after all. He's learning all sorts of things!
...Though it's not very nice of him, a tiny part of him almost envies this other Tenna. He seems to have a good life. A good life with one person missing, though.
Tenna lets out a sigh and decides not to dwell on it. It's better to focus on the positive things, right?
Erva flies away with a desperate Bump following it behind.
[🦉]
[[ ...okay sorry i got carried away with Tenna. It's just so easy to make angst with all his feeling XDD]]
"...Farewell...? I never said you couldn't come here anymore...?"
But he doesn't really have time to explain;or even try to understand what exactly happened in Erva's head;because the child is already gone.
The TV man stands there for a moment, unsure of what to do. Did he really do something wrong? He's supposed to be good with children, isn't he? The one kids enjoy listening to! Was it because, for once, he'd been too serious? B-But he didn't have a choice! He had to warn them! The dump isn't a safe place to play!
Maybe he shouldn't have said anything. Maybe he should've just let Erva have fun. But,BUT! What if a pile of junk collapsed on them one day? Or if they jumped into a heap of trash filled with broken glass and sharp objects?
[URGENT] [!#?&] CAN YOU HEAR ME? YOU'RE OVERHEATING!
Ah. Spamton is here? How long has he been standing there? Tenna only notices that the mailman seems determined to drag him somewhere. He follows like an automaton until he's guided onto a crate.
[My Dear Cathode who is worrying me] Can you tell me what happened...? Did you have some more of those... uh... strange thoughts? If you've been thinking again about me abandoning you, I don't mind reminding you that that's impossible and that you're stuck with me, haehae!
Tenna shakes his head and curls in on himself a little.
"N-No, not this time! I just... found Erva in a trash heap. I scolded them a little and told them it was dangerous, and that they should probably play in Snowdin instead. And I think they understood it as me not wanting to see them anymore...? I feel like a terrible person..."
The mailman simply sighs, which somehow makes the CRT shrink even more.
"And then later Bonnet and Agrid are probably going to yell at me, and it's going to escalate because you'll defend me and -"
-That's not going to happen. Tens, you're overthinking too much! Erva's just a kid. Kids don't always understand everything, you know? They've still got a lot to learn! If they misunderstood what you meant, that's not your fault.
He folds his arms.
Besides, we know how they are, right? They'll probably come back in a few days. And if they don't... well... that's okay too. At some point they've gotta spend time with kids their own age and hang out somewhere other than a dump. None of that is your fault, big guy. Let the kid do their thing. They're not our child, after all. Focus on Mimi, okay? The rest is Erva's moms' responsibility, not yours. [Sincerely, Your Mailman]
"O-Okay... S-Sorry about all this... It's just..."
Spamton gently pats his leg and offers a small smile.
[Dear You] Everything's okay. Just stay seated for a bit! Want something to drink? I brought some fruit juice if you'd like.[From a mailman who's still a little worried]
The CRT nods softly, letting the little monster go fetch the juice. Yeah... he really needs to stop overthinking everything and taking every little thing to heart.
They trail off, looking far more serious than ever and ascending to the air with their wings. Bump looks alarmed, seemingly sensing something amiss and tries to jump towards the wooden golem whose mind starts to battle with themself. He doesn't want you here. Erva knows that's not true. You're just causing problems. Erva wants it not to be true. An innocent smile appears on their beak.
“You are right! That was irresponsible of me. I apologise for the inconvenience, sir.”
They raise themself higher, purposefully.
[🦉]
Phew, Erva understood! That's a relief! Though Tenna really hopes the child actually took the lesson to heart and won't go right back to doing it again in two days. At least Spamton wasn't the one who had to handle the situation! The mailman probably wouldn't have said anything at all, figuring that "the kid will learn on it's own; it's not my job to raise it."
"That's great! Thank you for understanding!"
The TV-headed man even gives it a little applause, visibly much more reassured.
...Though he'll probably send Bonnet a letter later, politely asking her to keep a slightly closer eye on her child. She probably won't appreciate it very much, and Spamton will just laugh and pat Tenna on the leg while telling him it's funny to see him "playing the bad guy" for once.
Whatever mailbox Spamton tries to open next will be stuck shut with spider silk.
You can hear the sound of a child giggling.
Spamton grumbles and fumes over the mailbox for an entire hour. What kind of stupid kid did this, anyway?? Fortunately, a monster eventually comes by to help him (also because the mailman was starting to use a few curses that were a little too... intense).
