A/N: Well, here's my new fic. Enjoy it. And that's it. So just do that and I'm fine. Or whatever.

Anyway!

Disclaimer: I can tell this thing is going to become old fast.. but anyway. I DO NOT OWN ANIMAL CROSSING! NINTENDO DOES! BUT MY CHARACTER IS MINE! Okay? Okay.

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Who knew moving could be so boring? Okay, well, me. I knew what this meant from the beginning. And as I had packed my things and prepared for the journey ahead of me, I had not expected anything like this. My mom had hugged me tight, and there had been tears and goodbyes repeated so many times I felt like screaming for my deliverance, and more tears, and some, "Please take care of yourself! Be sure not to talk to anyone strange! Don't get into too much trouble!"

Okay, fine. I'll admit it. Maybe I had cried some, too. Maybe. It could have been me not blinking enough. Sometimes that happens to me. It happens to everybody. By the time I had packed and said goodbye and helped my mom stop crying, I was out the door and heading to the train station. Of course, she had insisted on coming after me. She was my mom. Of course she would. I'm surprised she hadn't stopped me. But anyway.

As I had boarded that train, I had one thought on my mind that obliterated all others.

'Man, I'm hungry! I wonder what sort of crap this train has?'

Okay, so maybe I have a one-track mind.

Maybe.

As I was saying. I had boarded the screaming train, and had gotten my pack on the metal shelves above my head. Honestly, I don't even know why I brought it. I only had.. well, nothing. But, the first thing I noticed on this small train (aside from the fact that the seats were really uncomfortable and my undeniable hunger), was a boar that was sitting two seats away from me, on the other side of the isle.

'A boar. A boar that is snoring. A snoring, boring, boar. Hey, that rhymes! Man, I kill me. Snoring, boring boar. Snoring boring boar. Snoring boring boar.'

I probably should be more surprised. I mean, seriously. There's an old, female boar with a sack on her back who keeps nodding off and then waking up quickly, maybe to see if anyone was going to steal her stuff.

As if they would want to.

I sighed. Well, maybe someone on this mildly empty train owns a boar. A boar that wears clothes and has some human features. I wonder if the person that owns the boar is a psychopath. Seriously.

As I am thinking about these thoughts, my palm resting on my cheek and my elbow on the window sill, the scenery rushing by in a sort of slow motion, I don't notice that a cat is standing before me, tugging at my sleeve.

A cat.

Okay. So the psychopath owns a cat, too. And then it starts talking.

The cat starts talking.

'I'm crazy! Is this a dream?'

This is what I wonder as the midly-blue cat asks a question. He has on a red sweater, obscenely large ears, and eyes that are twice the size of his ears. He has a smile on that's starting to wig me out.

"Hey! Do you know what time it is? My watch says it's January 1st, 4:00 A.M."

He says this in a disgustingly cheery voice and ends with an annoying, "meow!"

I grimace. Besides the fact that a talking cat (yes, a talking cat) is standing before me, he's really starting to annoy me.

Then again, I get annoyed easily, so I plaster on the best fake smile I can muster and answer, "That's right."

He nods, then says, "Oh, really? Wow, thanks! You're a big help. Really.." he says, then breaks out in laughter.

"Mya hahahahahaha howr!"

Oh, God! It burns! I have to get out of here! Someone help me!

I smile politely.

"You're welcome."

I shall call him creepy cat from now on. Until he tells me his name, anyway.

"So, do you mind if I sit here? I promise I won't fall asleep, tumble onto you, and start drooling on your shirt!"

This takes me aback. Okay, what did he just say? Did he just say he was going to not tumble onto me and start drooling on my shirt? The fact that he even mentions this really bugs me as it is. I grit my teeth, and in my most pleasant voice, reply, "Please! By all means!"

And of course, Creepy Cat jumps on the hard, uncomfortable seat across from me so I can get a good look at him. I mean, really. This guy is crazy. No! This cat! I can't settle with the fact that I'm talking to a cat. When does that ever happen?

"Say, thanks! Hey, you aren't a psychopath, are you? Mya hahahaha howr! Just kidding! By the way, what's your name?" he says.

Wow. How fast does this thing talk? Better yet, how fast can he talk? And how dare he imply that I'm a psychopath! Honestly, the nerve of some cats.

I mean.. whatever.

"I'm Ally," I reply, annoyance creeping into my voice.

He proceeds to burst out laughing.

Again.

"Ally? What a weird name! How do you pronounce that, anyway? Ally, like in battle? Or an alley cat?" He starts pestering me with questions.

You know, I'm really getting sick of this freak.

"It's pronounced Ally. Like Al. Except there's an ly."

He bursts out laughing again.

"Still, what a weird name! My name's Rover, by the way."

'Rover? Are you kidding me? He thinks my name is weird? Oh, this has GOT to be a joke.'

"Oh."

Yeah, I'm speechless. If this guy could read thoughts, though, he'd be out of that seat in one second flat.

"So anyway, Ally-" he stopped here, snickering, to which I responded by glaring at him.

Of course, he didn't notice. I wonder if he's completely oblivious.

"Where are you going?" he starts again.

Is he stalking me, or something? Oh, well.

"I'm heading to Forest.." I say thoughtfully.

You know, what a weird name for a town. Forest. I wonder if it has some hidden meaning.

"Forest, huh? I love going there! It's my favorite vacation spot!" Rover exclaimed, twitching his ears.

'Oh, great. Be sure you stay away from me while you're there.'

"So, what are you doing in Forest?" he asks.

I sigh.

"I'm moving."

Can this guy work with me, here? I have a travel pack with me, I look sort of antsy; the signs are all there!

"Oh! Cool! So, where exactly are you going to move to in Forest?"

I start.

I never actually thought about that before, so I just shrug.

Oh, great. More obscene laughter, and then he wipes away a tear.

"I'm serious."

He stares at me, then stops laughing completely. Ah, sweet silence..

"WHAT?! ARE YOU COMPLETELY OUT OF YOUR MIND?! WE'VE GOTTA FIND YOU A PLACE, AND FAST!" he screeches, so loud the poor hog lady two aisles away is staring at him.

Oh, okay. At least I'm not the only one who thinks this guy has completely lost it. He jumps and goes to a sliding door right by Hog Lady and starts talking on the phone. I catch glimpses of things here and there, such as, "Nook.." and, "Ally.." Oh, well. At least he's helping me. I hope. Soon enough, Rover stops talking and cheerfully heads over to where I'm sitting (darn), and starts talking again (darn).

"Lucky you! I have a friend who lives in Forest, and he's selling houses dirt cheap! He's willing to take a loss. Anyway, do you have any money?"

Here, I stop. Last I checked, I had 1,000 Bells.

"Uh.. well.. uh, yeah!" I exclaim. I didn't want more laughing.

"Really? Cool! Nothing better than a new house.. maybe I'll move in, too.."

"NO!" I shout.

Rover stares at me.

"I mean.. uh.. you know.. being alone is nice!" I cover up.

He nods and smiles. Whew. That was close. I can't imagine having this psychopath live with me, let alone sit next to him on a dingy train. And thank goodness! The train has come to a stop.

"Well, looks like we've pulled into Forest! Good luck, and all that!" Rover says, before smiling and waving at me as I exit.

I smell the fresh scent of flowers and breathe in deeply. Hey, this place might not be so bad.

And by might, I heavily emphasize might.

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Well, did you like it? I did. Fun writing about things you like. Anyway, thanks for reading the first chapter! Please R & R!

The Winter Seasoness