Author's Note or something...

Hi, yes, hello, how ya doing? Who am I kiddin you can't respond.

So, I'm new here and uh this is the first time I ever wrote a story... that is public... and well, it's a fanfic. The main point is, I've been wanting to express my love for Star Fox and aside from art, this was the next best thing! I'm more of an artist than a writer, so hopefully, you can tolerate my writing.

Now I kinda figured I might as well tell what you're getting yourself into. Like I said before I'm not really a writer... yet. So don't be expecting this to be some amazing, Shakesperian vocab novel.

Now obviously, this is just going to be Slice of Life, cuz I can't do angst, too depressing for me (even though most of the time, there's usually a happy ending) I'm all about that cheesy life.

So expect this nothing but comedic, fluffy and maaaybe a pinch of drama if needed to be.

And in case of curiosity, this is mostly going to be Fox x Wolf story. There'll be other couples, but it's going to be those two.

Despite it focusing on those two's relationship, it will focus on many characters in 1st person point of view, learning their motives and interacting with one another.

Overall, I do hope I can be a good writer. Soooo if you don't mind a bit of your time, I would like some critique on this (again, if you have the time) and I do hope you enjoy this little project!

First World Problems

Chapter 1: Starting Off with a Bet

Fox McCloud – Evening, Day 1

What is that word that describes how I'm feeling right now? Where back then, my gut instincts kept telling me to not follow up on Falco's suggestion. That, later in the unforeseeable future it wasn't going to be fun and won't start off with a big bang for my vacation.

Oh yeah, it's regret.

Regret, that I listened to him in the first place. Regret that I still followed through with the idea. Regret as in, right now, here I am as a waiter. Waiting for this nauseatingly cheesy couple in front of me talking to each other, exchanging nicknames instead of picking their meal. I have places to be, such as my apartment where I can take a shower and replay regretful memories such as this one, like any other normal adult would do.

After the Aparoids were wiped out I figured we were to get some reward for our hard work from General Pepper, then again he is currently in the hospital with Peppy. I do have to keep checking on my laptop daily in case of any emails from him or just check any missed calls as well.

While still receiving compliments from her partner, the white rabbit that looks like she's in her forties who was wearing way too much jewelry, looks at her menu. "Ooh, I don't know what to pick, my sweet sugar plum. All of these looks so good, not as good as you though."

"Honey Bunny, you flatter me. I'm thinking of getting the lobster. You know, going with the classic. Classy, like you." The young looking bull responds to her, probably a gold digger. He just does a gnawing motion at her as she giggles.

Either the woman is delusional or the guy is that desperate to get a girl. I look back at them and they're already kissing the air at one another.

Oh dear stars, I'm going to be sick. I don't have time for this.

"So you two want the lobsters? Good choice, good choice." Not really… but hey, I'm not eating. The two seem to be okay with it anyway, they're nodding after all. While staring into each other's eyes. "I'll just... go to the chef and... place your order."

Yup, they're still staring at each other. Heading towards the kitchen, traversing through dinner tables while trying my best to look like this is my dream job. Opening the kitchen doors as steam and an increased amount of heat wave through me, I could already feel that I'm beginning to sweat. About fifteen chefs walk around the kitchen carrying pots and plates, while those standing in place sizzle steaks or stirring soup. Other waiters walk around the kitchen attempting to not get in the way of the chefs as they chop up ingredients, tenderizing any of meats or just garnishing some of the meals, ready to be served.

I find the head chef and gave him the order. Turning back, I went to see if the host of the restaurant assigned me to a different table. The host is busy talking to some of the patrons as I came up to them, they turn to me with a stern expression but quickly smiled as others walk by.

"This lovely family is next in line, go show them to their table. Table 11 is what they have, now hurry, chop chop."

This time I see a family of four, A slim cheetah father wearing a business suit putting on the most annoyed expression I have ever seen, I could see a blood vessel appearing out of his forehead. The mother, who was a tabby cat, looks so disheveled and the make-up she had looked last minute with a couple strands of hair sticking out. Then there is two demo- I mean children who totally aren't running around the parents and totally not yelling at one another.

This is going to be a long day. Falco, the next time I see you, you're going to get your feathers ripped.

Falco Lombardi

"So, after the Aparoids invasion, the whole team decided to take a three-month vacation and I figured it was going to be boring and I doubt any of us would have any motivation to talk to one another. That's when I came up with an idea."

"That's great and all but ca-"

"The idea was to make a bet, one of us writes an occupation for all of us and we each pick it out from a bucket. Whatever occupation you drew out of, you are committed to taking that job till the next month where we do it all over again."

"That's clever, now can I pl-"

"Of course, Krystal didn't want to participate and all of us know that Peppy needs a full-on break to be in the bet. So, it was just me, Slippy and Foxy. Since it was my idea, I decided to write out the jobs, which was a waiter at a big fancy restaurant, a fast food delivery guy and a wicked Grand Prix racer. The first two were supposedly joking occupations for Slippy and Fox and the racer one was for me."

"Uh huh, no-"

"Sadly, it backfired. Where at first Fox got the waiter job to which greatly boosted my chances. But Slippy got the racing gig and here I am, delivering third-rate Chinese food. Life has a funny way of things."

"That's unfortunate of you, now can I have my Lo Mein?"

Unbelievable, here I am working my feathers off while trying to entertain this chump in front of his door with my awesome stories. Yet he just wants his food. Whatever happened to the food and entertainment industry?

I sigh in defeat. "That'll be $ 13. 59 sir." The guy gave me a twenty and told me to keep the change as the door closes on me. I look at the twenty solemnly, realizing my predicament.

"Hmmph, wonder how Slippy is enjoying his job. Better be making good use of it." I turned my heels and headed back to the moped that's carrying all other orders that were made. I'm already at my limit.

As I got on the said moped, I looked at the next destination in the PDA and it's only a 30-minute drive if there's no traffic. Before I started everything I set up my playlist through my phone first. I need to forget my situation for a while, putting on earbuds in the process.

Ah yeah, "College Ready" by Mandarins. After picking a good song, I start driving on by to the road. The sorry excuse of this moped is a lot slower than what I'm used to, but then again comparing to a cheaply used moped to an Arwing seems unfair. But thanks to my weak impatience and this ridiculous bike I can traverse through cars.

Driving through while listening to my playlist with no worries in the world, I make quick glances to both of my sides to check the scenery.

There is still rubble from the destruction the Aparoids caused and buildings still destroyed with pieces on the streets. Cornerian soldiers and volunteers try their hardest by cleaning up any debris in the process while others hand out water, rations to those who lost shelter, food or anything necessary.

"Corneria has a lot of rebuilding to do..."

Driving towards my destination, in front of what appeared to be an apartment that seems unharmed from the invasion. I got off the moped and took my earbuds in my pocket. Before heading to the front door, I turned to the end of the moped to get whatever food is the closest to me. I'm already at the point of not caring who ordered what. Heck, I don't even know if I gave the previous dude his lo mein.

Walking up to the apartment, opening the front door and heading inside, in front of me is a small room with a door to the left and a staircase that leads to both downstairs and upstairs. I can assume that door leads to the landlord's office but who cares about that.

Looking at my PDA for more details on the location states it is room 623, the sixth floor. Seeing as there's no elevator, I have no choice but to walk all the way up. I lost my patience already at the thought of doing such a thing, so I reacted what any normal being would do in a situation like this.

"SCREW THIS! I'M KEEPING WHATEVER FOOD THIS IS!"

Turning back, I pull out my phone again and continue listening to "College Ready".

IWalking back to the moped I slumped down on the seat, I could feel my face heated so in order to cool myself down, I decided to sing along with the song. As I was getting into the rhythm, I sang the lyrics out loud.
"With our new lives! And a new chapter! You and I will! Still be Budsters!"

"HEY!"

Something interrupted my singing. The sound came from the apartment, specifically through a window in what appeared to be the fourth floor. It was some sad looking boar.

"Shut yer terrible singing! Ya sorry excuse for a falcon!"

"HEY! Why don't you say that down here to my face, porkchop!"

"Bug off!" after that, he closed his window.

What a rude person, my singing is beautiful. Though I do want to listen to something else.

Ah! I know one, going through my playlist to search for the next song I was able to find it within a few seconds. Figured it'd be fitting given my boring situation.

The beat starts to play with every rhythm thumping to the beat, I anticipate for the lyrics coming real quick. As it reaches to its pinnacle I began to sing once more. "This here is Falco's pizzaaaaaAAH!"

Something hit the left side of my head, I turned to the object thrown that landed to the ground. To which was a sandal.

Looking at the source of where it was thrown, it was none other than that boar again.

"Hey! Why'd you do that, pork rinds!"

"Quit singing and leave! And yer not a pizza delivery service! You sell Chinese food, the song doesn't make sense for you!" He closes the window after that.

What a jerk. This is a terrible apartment. I hate my job already. Looking defeated again, I drive to my next destination.

Slippy Toad

Let's see, if I follow the instructions, it should go here. Placing carefully a model wing to the ship, holding my breath while slowly connecting the two pieces together. Looking at the model ship being constructed bit by bit.

Success.

Phew. Rolling away from the desk with the chair I'm sitting in, I decided to look around aimlessly at my room.

It's been a while since I was here, ever since the Aparoids and other crazy adventures. We never really had a break, and I'm enjoying it very well by doing the thing I love the most. Starship Model Kits.

The room is still filled with all the other modeled ships displayed, on my shelves, desk, even a top of my dressers. All of those said models are covered in dust which is to be expected. The walls are filled with either posters of my favorite sci-fi movies and pictures of me, my father and uncle. Now that I realized, how come I don't have pictures of my mother.

Before I started thinking about it, the doorbell rang, catching me off-guard. "Wonder who could that be…"

Getting off of my chair and start heading to the living room only to reach the entrance door, I opened it without looking through the peephole and to my surprise, "Amanda?!"

"Hey there, my little tadpole!" She cheerfully sang while reaching out to me, hugging and kissing repeatedly on my face at different spots.

After a good minute, she released and I start to question her, "What are you doing here?"

"Well dear, yesterday, I was out grocery shopping. Doin' my thing with the couponing, because you know how I am when it comes to saving. I noticed you guys' ship thingies and just knew you were here. I just had to give you a surprise visit today, so surprise!"

"It was a surprise, Amanda. A good one at that!"

"Nyeehehe, so, how've you been doing my strong trooper?"

"Oh! Well, I've just been starting off my vacation well-"

"Vacation?"

"Oh yeah, the whole team decided to take a three-month vacation. Before we could all leave, Falco suggested something to which I was pressured to participate."

"What was it, deary?"

"Long story short, I'm to be some racer, but I'm pretty it isn't that simple to get into, and even then, I'm not going to do it. I'd rather work on some building kits I've missed out these past few months."

"Hmm, that Falco guy ain't the brightest, is he?"

"He really isn't, but he's loyal and that's better than being smart. At least for him. So what have you been doing?"

"Oh, you know me Tadpole. Just doing my morning jogs, helping the elderly at the clinic, the usual. Oh! I do remember one thing."

"And that is?"

"You know your friend Lucy? Well, during you guys' adventures and whatnot, I've been spending time with her and she's been trying to save up money to open her own business."

"That's awesome, what's the business she's wanting to set up?"
"Dunno, she mentioned things about scrap parts and recycling. Turning into some spare parts for ships and day-to-day mechanicals and whatnot."

"Vague, Amanda. Vague."

"Well, what can I say? You lot speak in a lot of mechanical stuff, you think my poor self would remember about, gears or… bolts?"

"Eheh… well now that you're here, what do you want to do?"

"Well, I was thinking we could head to the duck park we always go to. The ducks are probably really lonely there without the two of us visiting them."

"Hmm, okay, yeah let's do that!"

I headed back to my room to grab a jacket and put on my sneakers while wearing my hat. The hat looks worn out, but it's been with me ever since the academy days. No way I can leave without it.

I see Amanda waiting for me back in the living room. I grabbed her hand and lead her out the door right after closing and locking it. Wonder if those baby ducks have grown up into adults with their own families.

Krystal

The sun is beginning to reach the horizon, couples walking aimlessly on the sidewalks enjoying each other's company. The clouds roll by slowly and a few cars zip by, probably hurrying for dinner at the table.

Yet, here I was, sitting on a stool near the window at some café, drinking earl grey tea. The vicinity of this place has a warm but regal atmosphere, artificial hanging vines on the walls, Greek pots around the place with some moon flowers planted. There's even some incense each corner of the place, not to mention the slow Celtic harp music being played. I can see why this place has good reviews, though looking around there isn't a lot of people here.

A deep sigh escapes me as I look at the window once more. Maybe I should've joined in on Falco's offer. But his intentions were easily read, even without reading his mind. That feather brain is always up to no good.

This is already becoming a slow vacation and it's just the first day! I could contact Fox, but he's probably busy, I hate to bother him. I feel like I should spend more time with Slippy, I don't seem to know him too much when outside of the job. Falco…

'Hey, does anyone want to see me use a pistol with just my beak!'

Ugh, just thinking about him is already giving me a headache. I think the problem with my situation is the fact I don't have a lot of friends, all I have is Slippy, Peppy, Falco and… Fox. I need to meet new people, but how can I do that? Just going up to someone, randomly talking to them out of the blue isn't common last time I checked. Maybe I can sign up for one of those social programs where they help shy people improve their social skills.

Oh, this is hopeless already, how can I have a social life if I don't even know how to start one! It's not like somebody isn't going to waltz in here and talk to me! Life isn't like that, it's supposed to be difficult and challenging for each person and I'm failing!

"Well hey there!"

Huh? While I was screaming at myself internally I never noticed someone sitting on a stool across from me. It was a pink cat, wait…

Katt!?

"Katt! When were you here!? No, more importantly, why ARE you here, not just in this café but in Corneria!?"

"Girl, you be askin' too many questions for me to remember but I'll try my best to answer them." She takes a deep breath and continues "I'm workin' here as a barista. Because I live here and… why is me livin' in Corneria shockin'?"

Regaining my composure, I replied, "Didn't you live in Titania, Fox told me you were there with Falco last time he met."

"Just because I was at Titania doesn't mean I live there, I was just takin' care of some baddies with Falco's assistance. Mr. Foxy needs to get his facts straight." After she talked, she looked up for a second with her forefinger in her chin then looked back at me. "Speakin' of Mr. Foxy and Falco, you seem to know me despite this being the first time we meet, how'd you know?"

"When I first joined, the rest of the Star Fox team would tell me stories, some including you in it."

"I was mentioned!? Ah, does this suddenly make me feel flattered. Oh, girl, you have GOT to tell me what they say about me. You just got to!" She leaned into the table, looking straight at me.

This is all starting to become too overwhelming already, guessing her being Katt was just luck. Then again, pink cats aren't really that common here. But I don't think I should be one to talk, being a blue vixen and all.

"Oh! Where are my manners, I'm probably already scaring ya? So, despite you already know me, my name is the lovely, Katt Monroe." She says all this while making exaggerated hand movements while looking up at the sky.

"Greetings Katt Monroe, my name is Krystal" I bow to her.

"Krystal…?"

"Hm?"

"Krystal what? What's your last name?"

This honestly surprised me a little, I never put much thought into it, I don't seem to remember my last name. Not after the events in Sauria.

"I… I don't have one…" I can feel my face flushed already.

"Yer kiddin. Well, ain't that something."

We stayed silent after a minute, looking at anywhere aside from each other's gaze. The silence was killed with Katt speaking.

"Lemme start over. The name's Katt Monroe, you don't have to answer me yours and I work here despite not havin' any actual coffee making skills." She winked and gave a smirk.

I smiled at her "I am a blue fox sitting by my lonesome self, wanting to have a conversation with someone who does have a last name."

Her response was that she laughed. I joined her after as I cover my mouth, laughing as well. Both of us giggled at our awkward exchange and just began conversing with each other some more till the sun disappeared.
I looked at the clock on the wall and realize it was about time for me to head back to the apartment. "I should go now."

"Aww so soon? Ooh... wait, scratch that we've talked for three hours now. Time sure does fly by, doesn't it? You have a ride home?"

"Not really, but I don't mind. I enjoy walking." I get up and grabbed my belongings.

"Well take care then." She gets up too and was about to head back to the kitchen. I turn to leave towards the entrance until I was interrupted once more.

"Oh! Before I forget, let's exchange numbers, I have a feelin' you need some entertainment with your vacation you're having." I nodded in return.

We exchanged numbers and later waved goodbye. I leave the café and walked along the sidewalks smiling. This seems to have exceeded my expectations then I thought. Life certainly has a funny way of treating me right now.

Fox McCloud - Night

Opening the door I trudged my way back to my bedroom, taking off any part of my clothes in the process. As I got to my bed I flopped down to the bed and took in the soft sheets as I lay my head to my pillows.

"It's been a long day... I don't see how anyone else can do this job. You'd think fighting off in the war would be the most stressful thing but I guess it's different to everybody."

The silence was my only response, this room just feels cold without anyone around. This whole house just feels cold without anyone at all. Back then it was more lively.

Back then, when I was still just a kit. My dad would always act out like some scary giant monster while I dress up in my home-made superhero outfit. Getting ready to save the world. My mom would just watch us, record everything she could with a video camera, her giggles would fill out most of any other noises when watching that video.

Still became lively as I got older with just my mom and me. Dad would start to go more on missions, whenever he does come, he and Peppy would bring back souvenirs from other planets to both me and my mom. I would play with the cool toys back then as he tries to make-up to my mom by showering her with gifts, kisses, you name it.

This house began to die slowly as my Mom passed away though, Dad was so distraught, Peppy would try to cheer him up and cover for him from other missions till he regained his composure. Even if he did come home, he wouldn't notice me at all, he just... stares at her office. Her office where she would write stories for children.

It wasn't until I was finally able to go to the academy he started giving me attention as much as he could. Especially whenever he has to go more and more missions. I honestly hoped after I graduate I could join his team... little did I know he would...

This house is just filled with nothing but ghosts... ghosts of them. I miss them. I miss them so much...

Author's Note from the Future

Heeeeey, so if you're reading this, this means I re-worked on this Chapter from my mistakes and even added in more content into it. It wasn't a whole lot but I hope this would fill the chapter a little more and even then learn the characters more. Also fixing some errors or mistakes.

I also went and worked on Chapter 2 as well to fill in more meat into the bones. Both Chapter 1 and 2 are like 3k long while every other chapter, excluding Chapter 5 are like 5k to 6k and I was like...

'Ooh... amateur hour up in this business...'

Don't get me wrong, I'm pretty sure it's okay having 3k chapters but I feel like I'm going at a pattern here and I figured 'might as well go along with the pattern', right? Obviously, this didn't make the quota but hey, it's no longer 3k but instead 4k. So that's good enough, right?

As always, I hope you enjoy the story so far!