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Howdy! The name's Ethan. I write stuff. And I've challenged myself to write a oneshot for Animal Crossing. Blanca doesn't get enough appreciation...so here she is.

Review if you feel like it. If you don't like my stories, I'll still hope to keep coming back like Kidz Bop CDs. How many of them ARE there?!

Yeah, and I'll put the truly unneeded and obviously true disclaimer here.

- I don't claim ownership of the Animal Crossing series, or the characters, content, and story. These belong to Nintendo. This is fan submission, meaning some or all information I write is non-canon, and is not endorsed or supported entirely by Nintendo. I gain no profit from writing these stories, nor do I intend to. -

There. Now...

ON TO THE STORY!

FACELESS

A white cat with a particularly peculiar face looked in the restroom mirror, angry at the last person who "helped" her. Her left eye was bigger than her right, her mouth had fangs, her nose was large and red, and she looked like a freak...thanks to her "helper." Her "helpers" thought she was a joke, a little gimmick to add fun to humans' train rides. As much as she insisted that she was a normal individual and pleaded that her "helpers" wouldn't speak of her to anyone at all, they disobeyed her and spoke of her...and fame spread quickly.

She washed her drawn face off in the shabby train station restroom, revealing a white, furry, blank face. Nothing. She looked at herself, wondering whether she ought to wear a business suit today just as a joke (after all, a joke was what everyone thought of her, anyway) or just her normal floral dress. She decided on the dress, and boarded the train, getting, yet again, a frightened look from the Porter. She stepped on the train and sat down, wondering where to go next and who her next "helper" would be.

Meanwhile, an old boar with turnips on her back was sleeping. Sleeping heavily, quite frankly. And a blue cat wearing an argyle sweater was beside her, sleeping much more lightly, being repeatedly woken by the whistle of the train that blew whenever the conductor got the urge to do so.

He was awoken by a loud blow of the whistle again. He sat for a while after his awakening, playing some dull games on his old-fashioned cell phone. Rover, the blue cat, was very bored. How he wished some human would come and sit down so he could chat with him. He decided to change seats. The boar's snoring was getting on his nerves.

As he walked the aisle, he saw, through the corner of his eye, a young cat sitting by a window. 'Good enough,' thought he, as he sat in front of the feline, greeting her.

"Hey!" Rover mewed as Blanca snapped away from her daydreamy trance to look at him.

"Say...haven't we met before?" Blanca questioned as she mentally kicked herself for using her female voice. She was used to using a male voice, since everybody knew her to have one since Wild World. But she had gone and done it now...but at least she had known him the longest of almost anyone...albeit not very well.

"Yeaaah...wait! wait! wait! You're...you're...Blanca!" She nodded. "Yesss! Still got it! Score one for the old memory banks! How long's it been? Hey, remember when I drew your face that one time?"

"It's been more than once...uh..."

"Rover."

"Right, Rover..." She remembered when he drew her face. It was years ago, and it wasn't a bad face. It was a tad simple, but at least she didn't look like a gargoyle. He was one of the few to truly draw an attempt at a pretty face...not some horror movie scene dancing on the front of her head.

"Hey," Rover started, "can I draw you a face again? I've gotten much handier with a pen, now!"

"Well...I guess you ought to. Draw a good one, now!" She sighed, as Rover began to draw with his colorful pen. He drew for what felt like hours until finally, he finished. He began to blush, slightly, and laugh a little, which angered Blanca. "Why are you laughing? I'm a gargoyle, aren't I?"

Rover's eyes widened. "N-no! Of course you're n-"

She interrupted and crossed her arms, glaring as much as she could behind her mask. "You know, I'm the one who has to go around town looking like this. I don't see how my misfortune is funny." The train stopped and she stomped out, leaving Rover in deep thought.

She took her pen from her pocket and went to the next shabby restroom. She placed her pen on the sink's bar and looked in the mirror, ready to wash off her expected horror mask-until she saw what he drew.

Her eyes were a deep shade of brown, and her eyelashes curved femininely, as if she wore mascara. Her nose was pink and small, with tiny whiskers protruding from the sides of it. Her mouth was in a white, charming smile, and pink blush danced on her cheeks. Brown bangs fell from her forehead. It was a drawing, but it looked so real. It was far from a horror mask...she looked stunning.

She smiled inwardly, tilting her head at every angle to admire Rover's artwork. She took her pen, turned off the water, and walked outside, truly confident in her looks for the first time in a long while.