Dear ###

I understand how you feel, but please don't think about things that way. I don't hate you and never could, you're my friend. What happened to those times where we would hang around the workspace of Crossroads? Didn't you enjoy them? Didn't you have fun taunting the players glitching their Superball, RPG and Paintball gun? Look, just because you weren't planned doesn't mean that you're an error or a mistake. I was originally deleted. I was only a test dummy for animations for a project that never followed through.

I know how it is to feel like you're nothing more than strings of garbage text that sooner or later are getting erased for optimization purposes, but please understand there's many that love you, you're not hated. My friends Jim, The Postman and Noobert whom we nicknamed "Dancing Noob" wish to meet you. Please, you're loved.

I'm sorry, it's saddening to see you like this. I just wish we could see you more often...

I hope you get this letter. I miss you.