:.The Meeptown Chronicles.: Story one: The Camera

Disclaimer: Animal Crossing, as well as all the (animal) characters, is copyrighted by Nintendo, not myself. If I did own it, I wouldn't be writing a fanfic. If you think about it, it's rather silly to write a fanfic about your own series, now isn't it? Now that I've bored you with this awfully long disclaimer, I think it's about time I stopped typing in bold.

Author's notes: These stories are used with characters from within an actual town on my memory card. The town is not actually called Meeptown. It used to be, but then my sister erased the data and renamed the town 'Ohio.' Can you believe it! OHIO! oO; Well, I like Meeptown better. So there. Nyah. P

The majority of these stories, if not all of them, will be drabbles. If any of the chapters relate in any way, I will label them as such.

Humans in this town: Lizzy (female), Doodlez (My character -, female), Chic-e (Supposed to be Chicky, but the kid's a bad speller, male), and Flaffy (female).

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Gaston was walking around in his yard, listening to the chirp of crickets and watching the fireflies float around the pond. Many would say it was a beautiful summer night, but Gaston could care less. Bah! Why was everyone in such awe of it all? It was the same every night, besides when it rained, of course.

Though the scenery was nothing special to him, Gaston much enjoyed the peace and quiet. That was, until, Doodlez showed up. Axe in hand, she skipped around the acre, chop-chop-chopping away at the trees. Stupid human, the yellow rabbit thought, shaking his head. Wait a minute. Now that I think about it... He paused for a second. Fifteen minutes ago, that blue-haired idiot Doodlez had promised to get his camera back from Hugh. Gaston sighed. He knew that the girl had the attention span of a flea, but this was ridiculous.

"Well, I'm already out of the house. I might as well just get it myself," he grunted. He stared blankly at the human being, who was now trying (and failing miserably) to catch fireflies in her net. It was all he could do not to laugh when she fell headfirst into the river. "Now I think I know why her mother didn't object to her moving out. I don't think she's going to go get the camera any time soon. And if she does remember, I best get it myself before she gets it soaked."

Grumpily, the mustached rabbit began his journey to the other side of town. A few minutes later, he approached Hugh's house. Reaching his destination, he was greeted by a large red sign on the door that said "I'm not in right now." Muttering curses under his breath, Gaston turned the doorknob, surprised to find that it wasn't locked. He had just walked 5 acres. He did not want to search all over town for the dumb pig. Hugh had a relatively small house, so finding the camera wouldn't be such a big... Was that a toilet in the living room? He's dumber than I thought, thought Gaston, half amused, half disgusted.

He couldn't see his camera in his immediate view, so he supposed he'd look in some drawers first. Right when he was about to open the first drawer, he realized how horribly annoying that music was. He walked over to the stereo, and turned off the hideous tune of K.K. Mambo. Now to shut up the gyroids. He didn't even have to touch them; the cowardly dancing slaves held still when he came near.

Once again, he reached into the first drawer. Nothing was in there. Now what was the point of keeping a drawer if you weren't going to use it? The Happy Room Academy sure would not be proud of that. Not that Gaston cared. It was creepy how they seemed to know everything about your house. Nobody knew who they were, or what they looked like, but they managed to make observations of your house without anyone even knowing they were there, those sneaky devils. Besides, they said that Gaston's house lacked pizzazz, and he wanted nothing more to do with them. But no, they had to flood his mailbox every single day with their reports. Did they even have lives?

Gaston moved on to the second, and last, drawer. He pulled it open, and what he saw was completely revolting. Apple cores, peach pits, and orange peels nearly flooded the shelves to the brim. Hugh was such a... well, you know. A pig. Gaston pulled out the garbage, searching around for the camera. Part of him wanted to find it so he could grab it and get out of there. Another part of him was hoping that it wasn't buried in this filth. The second hope of his was fulfilled.

As much as he didn't want to, he started picking up the garbage and putting it back in the drawer, when he heard footsteps drawing near. A chill went up his spine. While he had been searching for the camera, he had forgotten that Hugh could return at any minute. He tried to shove the rotten fruit into the drawers as fast as he could, but to no avail. The doorknob turned, and the blue pig entered the house.

Hugh's eyes darted from the floor, to Gaston's paws, to the drawer. "Um, I can explain..." said the rabbit, fidgeting nervously.

Surprisingly, the pig didn't seem to know or care about the fact that Gaston had been sneaking around his personal belongings. "Hi, Gaston. What's up, greenhorn?" (The pig had picked up on Ed's lingo.)

"Um, hey Hugh," replied Gaston, acting casual. "I was wondering... Have you seen my camera?"

'Yeah, um, sorry, but I lent it to Rolf."

THE END

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So, how did you like my first fic? Questions, comments, and complaints would all be appreciated! More stories coming soon!