Friends are found in unexpected places

Part 1- In which the mail arrives

Today was just an ordinary Tuesday.

Until the doorbell rang.

Well, truth be told, the person ringing the doorbell was just the Amazon guy here to deliver the Tamari plush I ordered a few months ago. That part was a mildly exciting event, nothing extraordinary. It was once I walked out onto my porch to retrieve said plush that things started becoming strange.

The box that the plush was supposed to be in was enormous. As in, a whole entire person could fit in this box. And, it was labelled, FRAGILE. I was about to call the delivery service when I saw on the package label that it was definitely addressed to me, from Makeship. I found this whole thing to be strange, but decided that the only way to figure out what was inside the box was to open it.

The box was extremely heavy. If there was any doubt in my mind that there was anything else in there besides the plushie, it had been fully eradicated by now. I managed to carefully drag the box into my living room. I went to go get some scissors, but then I heard a loud noise, almost like something was tearing. I rushed toward the sound, which had come from the living room, and the box appeared to have been forced open from the inside.

As I started to venture closer to the box, I noticed the hand of something grab onto the edge of the box, and whatever was inside it began to pull itself up. A familiar face popped over the side, and looked at me.

It was Tamari.

Tamari was in the box.

My entire existence just became much more interesting.