The box of nightmares (1)
Masamune's startled voice echoed through the living room, mingling with the erratic tremors of a box that seemed to be doing a wild dance.
Clinging to his phone in a desperate attempt to maintain a safe distance, he couldn't help but demand,
Hanzo Masamune
"Dad, did you accidentally ship me a panic attack or something?"
On the other end of the call, Hiroshi Hattori, an unlikely jungle explorer with fair skin, plump features, and a signature white mustache, kept his cool amid the chaos. He wielded a pair of garden shears, effortlessly slicing through vines and plants to carve a path in the dense jungle.
The background soundtrack featured a casual ensemble of yellow snakes and spiders, seemingly unfazed by the Hattori's impromptu intrusion. It was as if the venomous critters had found new hiking buddies.
Hiroshi Hattori
"Ho ho! Parcel delivered safely, then? That's a relief!"
His wife, Yukiko Hattori, matched his adventurous spirit. With black hair tied in a practical ponytail and glasses perched on squinting eyes, she followed her husband's lead through the wilderness, both donned in matching backpacks.
Hiroshi chuckled, sporting the classic forest ranger look—complete with a hat and shorts that showcased a disregard for any jungle fashion faux pas.
Amidst the jungle obstacles, Yukiko skillfully maneuvered overgrown roots and stones, posing a question about the ongoing phone conversation,
Yukiko Hattori
"Is that Masamune on the phone?"
Hiroshi, undeterred by the jungle challenges, responded,
Hiroshi Hattori
"Yes, dear! Want to chat with him?"
Masamune's vehement protest reverberated through the phone, leaving Hiroshi with an exasperated
Hiroshi Hattori
“Oh my god...”
In response to his son's colorful choice of words.
Back in Masamune's living room, the jitterbugging box continued its relentless dance, driving Masamune to crouch in a corner, his fear palpable.
Hanzo Masamune
"Okay, I'm sorry for the curse, but I'm running low on time... I think,"
Masamune hastily apologized, uncertain whether his survival depended on containing whatever lurked within the vigorously shaking box.
Attempting to resume the conversation, Hiroshi began,
Hiroshi Hattori
"So, what's the matte—"
Interrupting him, Masamune urgently cut in,
Hanzo Masamune
"WHAT'S INSIDE THE BOX?"
Impatience echoed in his voice, revealing that the living room chaos had reached a suspenseful climax.
Hiroshi Hattori
"Oh! So you still haven't opened the box yet?"
Hanzo Masamune
"Of course not! Now answer—"
Masamune's words were abruptly halted as a greyish, slender hand with claw-like nails burst through a hole in the box. It waved and slashed in vain attempts to escape the confines of its cardboard prison.
Masamune, gripped by fear and shock, gasped at the unexpected sight. His face drained of color, and cold sweat broke out as his heart raced, rendering him temporarily speechless.
Hanzo Masamune
"H-help..."
He stammered in a low voice, struggling to find words.
Meanwhile, Hiroshi and Yukiko exchanged a small glance before succumbing to laughter. The jungle adventure had taken an unexpectedly hilarious turn for Masamune's unsuspecting parents. Their son's predicament had become the punchline to a jungle-themed cosmic joke.
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