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Prologue - Scandal
The village of Scandal had been in a sorry state for the past year; wherever you walked weeds were sure to tangle around your feet, cockroaches lurked in corners ready to mug you, and the villagers had devolved into mutterers. No one felt it right to shout loudly or laugh; it was as if they had automatically fallen into a state of mourning.
Yet nobody had died except...
June and August were missing.
The human brother and sister duo once walked through Scandal everyday, went about their business, talked to the other villagers, and paid their mortgage off of course, however, they suddenly became antisocial; their neighbours only saw them once a week, then once a month, until their letterbox was overflowing and the door never opened at all. When a curious animal peered into the window there was no furniture and the only living thing in there was a rat who saluted to them.
Tom Nook was getting furious it seemed to the others;
"There's an outstanding fine on the mortgage!" He'd always shout whenever someone broached the topic.
The museum was empty; no one had donated anything.
Scandal was a wreck; humans from nearby villages gave it a wide berth.
Teddy had lived in Scandal ever since its creation and had been one of the few friends that August and June had; over those few months they had spoken to one another they had given him a key to the house. Hope that they might be on holiday or busy with school had stopped him from using it earlier. So much time had passed however that the chocolate coloured bear felt he had to just go inside and check.
Maybe they simply got bored of this place and moved without telling someone? Teddy doubted it.
His thoughts niggled at him and told him something was wrong; his muscles were shivering at the atmosphere as he entered the dusty house. Teddy flexed his pecs at the thought of running away however, this muscle machine wouldn't be fearful of an empty building!
Yet when he went upstairs, into the bedroom, the bear discovered that he wasn't as alone as he believed he was. On the twin beds there lay a twin body on each. Blue eyes wide open. Blonde hair fanned out. While a hand slap of congealed blood rested on top of their chests.
Blathers glanced up and let the fishing rod relax in his hands from shock when he heard a very loud, very growly, scream.