(an: Hey all. It's been awhile since I've written a fic. Well, anyhow...
I've decided to dedicate this fic to my sickening obsession with animal
crossing... I have no life anymore. So, here it is. Enjoy it, or don't
enjoy it. If you don't enjoy it, please flame me. Yes, you are welcome to
flame me. Because I probably deserve it.)
Disclaimer: I don't own animal crossing, nor do I have any money. So don't sue me.
Animal Crossing: The Watching Eyes
-Chapter 1
-A Spooky Noise
It was late one night in the happy town of Spooky, and I was sound asleep in my prettyful spooky bed. But of course, my pleasant dreams of death and destruction were disturbed by a loud noise coming from outside the window...
I sat straight up, and reached for the light switch. "Hey... wait a second... I don't have a light switch," I thought to myself. So instead, I press the "Z" button. Ah. Much better. Now I can see. So, I stumble out of bed, and peered out the window into the darkness.
A vague outline ducks behind the trees. "Dang, that tom nook certainly does like playing tricks." I mumble to myself cynically. Groggily, I point to my spooky vanity and say "You. Remind me to kill him in the morning." And, thinking nothing more of this incident, I slip back into my happy-time slumber.
But then the next morning...
The sun awakens me. The birds are... well... there are no birds, but if there were any birds, they'd be chirping. I sit up in bed, not feeling at all rested. For a second, I stop to wonder why. I look 'round my room with half opened eyes, and spot my spooky vanity. Ah yes. Now I remember. That damn raccoon was pillaging through my garbage. And I made a mental note to kill him. Or at least piss him off a bit. Ohhhh, yes, Mr. Nook was in for a day of hell.
After shoving my axe into my pockets and putting on my favorite skull shirt, I trudged out the door with my mission. Maybe I'll cut down all the trees around his store... that would get him plenty mad. I smirk, and decide that this is the appropriate punishment for his thievery of my sleep. On the way there, I stop at the train station, and see that it's ten o'clock... just about time for our good friend Nook to open up shop.... and now I'll have my revenge! Quite happy with my plans, I skip over to Nookington's to stir up some mischief.
My knuckles rap loudly on the window. "Oy, Nook, open up, ya weasel!" I scream. No answer. I have no patience for this! I tap my feet on the ground and wait for the blasted hell raccoon to open up his blasted hell shop. I wait for about an hour. Fine. If Nook won't fess up to his crime and open shop... then I'll make him open shop. Hee hee hee... The axe blade flashes in the rising sun. With three quick swipes, the door to Nookington's has been hacked into oblivion.
Stepping around the pieces of splintered wood, I scan the area of the first floor. It's dark. Something is amiss (in acre A4)... Timmy and Tommy are sound asleep in cages that are way too small. "Aren't there laws against child labor?" I ponder for a second. But I shake it off, and proceed to the upper floor, axe in hand...
I cautiously peek around the bend; absolutely no light shines into this room. So I turn on the lights. Recoiling slightly, I see a trail of crimson along the red floor. Now that's pleasant. It seems to lead behind the clothes rack... I clutch my trusty axe ever closer and tip toe to where the blood trail ends. My smile-line drops and the axe falls to the floor. There, in front of me, lies Tom Nook's maimed raccoon body.
Disclaimer: I don't own animal crossing, nor do I have any money. So don't sue me.
Animal Crossing: The Watching Eyes
-Chapter 1
-A Spooky Noise
It was late one night in the happy town of Spooky, and I was sound asleep in my prettyful spooky bed. But of course, my pleasant dreams of death and destruction were disturbed by a loud noise coming from outside the window...
I sat straight up, and reached for the light switch. "Hey... wait a second... I don't have a light switch," I thought to myself. So instead, I press the "Z" button. Ah. Much better. Now I can see. So, I stumble out of bed, and peered out the window into the darkness.
A vague outline ducks behind the trees. "Dang, that tom nook certainly does like playing tricks." I mumble to myself cynically. Groggily, I point to my spooky vanity and say "You. Remind me to kill him in the morning." And, thinking nothing more of this incident, I slip back into my happy-time slumber.
But then the next morning...
The sun awakens me. The birds are... well... there are no birds, but if there were any birds, they'd be chirping. I sit up in bed, not feeling at all rested. For a second, I stop to wonder why. I look 'round my room with half opened eyes, and spot my spooky vanity. Ah yes. Now I remember. That damn raccoon was pillaging through my garbage. And I made a mental note to kill him. Or at least piss him off a bit. Ohhhh, yes, Mr. Nook was in for a day of hell.
After shoving my axe into my pockets and putting on my favorite skull shirt, I trudged out the door with my mission. Maybe I'll cut down all the trees around his store... that would get him plenty mad. I smirk, and decide that this is the appropriate punishment for his thievery of my sleep. On the way there, I stop at the train station, and see that it's ten o'clock... just about time for our good friend Nook to open up shop.... and now I'll have my revenge! Quite happy with my plans, I skip over to Nookington's to stir up some mischief.
My knuckles rap loudly on the window. "Oy, Nook, open up, ya weasel!" I scream. No answer. I have no patience for this! I tap my feet on the ground and wait for the blasted hell raccoon to open up his blasted hell shop. I wait for about an hour. Fine. If Nook won't fess up to his crime and open shop... then I'll make him open shop. Hee hee hee... The axe blade flashes in the rising sun. With three quick swipes, the door to Nookington's has been hacked into oblivion.
Stepping around the pieces of splintered wood, I scan the area of the first floor. It's dark. Something is amiss (in acre A4)... Timmy and Tommy are sound asleep in cages that are way too small. "Aren't there laws against child labor?" I ponder for a second. But I shake it off, and proceed to the upper floor, axe in hand...
I cautiously peek around the bend; absolutely no light shines into this room. So I turn on the lights. Recoiling slightly, I see a trail of crimson along the red floor. Now that's pleasant. It seems to lead behind the clothes rack... I clutch my trusty axe ever closer and tip toe to where the blood trail ends. My smile-line drops and the axe falls to the floor. There, in front of me, lies Tom Nook's maimed raccoon body.