Hey guys! So this is my first Animal Crossing Fanfiction EVER! Here's a few things I need to get out there before we begin. The Roost is in the city, not the museum. I get that isn't where it usually is but this isn't canon, so it doesn't matter. Don't whine that The Roost place isn't canon, ok? Second, this fanfiction WILL contain a pairing K.K Slider x Isabelle. Don't like that? Than don't read this! The name of the town that Isabelle lives in is called Can. The mayor of Can is named Annie. She's the OC in this story. They don't come in right away though. The characters might be Out Of Character. Yeah. Sorry. Anyway, enjoy this fanfiction. Please review and tell me what you think!
-Snoring Sunshine17
K.K Slider is practically hopping in his seat on the bus as it approaches the city stop. The bus comes to a rolling stop in front of the sign and he's quick to get out of his seat. He needs to be the first one off the bus. K.K has to be at a gig at the local Cafè, called The Roost in a half and hour and he does not want to be late. It would be a disappointment to his fans that are undoubtly waiting in their stools, with their hardly touched coffees sitting in front of them on the counter as they think about what they might request today...
Slinging the guitar over his shoulder, he gets off the bus and shakes his head. Now isn't the time to daydream, K.K tells himself. You've got a show to do and you need to do it well, man.
As he walks down the street towards The Roost, he wonders who will be there. The human boy is always there. Everytime. Really devoted fan, that kid is. Hasn't missed a single one of K.K's shows. Then there is Static who's usually there. But lately he's been showing up less and less. K.K heard the kid tell Brewster that he's been hanging out with a frog named Diva. "They're really close now," the kid had said. He frowns and his walk slows. This shouldn't bother him, should it? All K.K can do is hope that one of the other villagers is there to watch, like Hans or Frank.
K.K breaks out of thought when he sees a sign indicating the direction of The Roost. "Almost there, man. Quit your worrying!" His walks quickens now. A smile crosses his face and he adjusts the guitar across his back. The familiar feeling of the road underneath his paws is comforting. Soon he'll be in a place where he can't...
He stops. Something's not right. There's no lights on at The Roost. There's no activity. Nobody is coming in or out. No music or low hum of voices or the sound of the coffee grinder working. No smell of coffee wafting through the air to greet him upon his arrival. The Roost is supposed to be open 24 hours a day. Where is everyone? Uh-oh. K.K runs up to The Roost, dreading the absolute worst. When he arrives shortly, he sees a sign plastered on the side of the building "SPACE FOR RENT" and a phone number underneath. There's cardboard covering the windows and there is another sign but he ignores it as he tries to take this all in. K.K's heart is in his throat as he studies at the former Cafè. Something on the door catches his eye. It's a paper, taped onto the bright sign. He walks up to the door, leaving his guitar on the stoop and tears the paper off with shaky paws. It's a letter addressed to him. From Brewster, dated on Wednesday. K.K's legs can't hold him up anymore. This situation is too much. He sits down on the steps by his guitar, unfolding the letter. The words on the page swim as he tries to read what Brewster has written for him. "This can't be happening. This can't be happening. No no no no no no." He swallows dryly and tries to calm down enough to read and process what has happened.