Author's Note: I do not and never will own Animal Crossing.

Written for the One Prompt Many Fandoms Competition. Prompt from otpprompts: "Imagine person A somehow loses or breaks their glasses in some sort of city, and after running into a few walls and poles, person B convinces person A to hold their hand to guide them around."

"Oomph," Velma sputtered, tripping over a tree stump. The new mayor had a propensity for leaving tree stumps with interesting patterns lying around, and while Velma couldn't deny a few of the said patterns were quite pretty, she was getting tired of falling.

The world washed itself out in muted, blurry pastels and Velma started to panic. Her hooves patted the leaf-strewn ground next to her in slowly widening circles, searching for her glasses. She found sticks and candy wrappers and even a mushroom, but no familiar frames greeted her questing limbs.

That's all right, she told herself, willing her mouth to stop trembling as she carefully climbed to her feet, using the offending tree stump as a support. I'll just go into town and ask Labelle for a new pair.

"Hey, Velma!" a cheerful voice interrupted her planning and she groaned, turning to see a darker block of color bouncing toward her.

"Hi, Molly," Velma replied, hoping that the duck wouldn't notice her missing glasses. She should have known better.

"Oh, Velma, what happened?" Molly asked, coming closer. "What happened to your gl-" She stopped as a quite distinct crunching sound came from beneath one foot.

"Oops," Molly said in a small voice.

"It's all right," Velma sighed, although she felt that it was certainly not all right and that if Molly had actually looked where she was going, perhaps Velma would not currently be stuck here, feeling blinder than a bat in a belfry. "If you don't mind, I need to go into town, thank you."

"I'll help!" Molly exclaimed.

"I'm sure you have other things to be doing," Velma prevaricated. "I'll be just fine on my own." She took a few hearty strides to prove her point and promptly ran into the corner of the train station. Pain exploded in a starburst through her forehead.

"Velma, are you all right?" Molly clutched her shoulder. "Please, let me help-"

"I'm fine," Velma said through gritted teeth. Her head throbbed, and nausea swirled in her stomach. "I just need to get to Labelle's, that's all. It's fine."

"Are you sure?" Molly asked, sounding doubtful.

"Absolutely," Velma lied, taking another couple of steps, just in time for Molly to grab the back of her sweater and jerk her back. "What are you do-" she started to squawk indignantly, just before she heard the whistle of the train.

"Thanks," Velma said grudgingly.

"Please let me help," Molly pleaded. Velma sighed.

"All right," Velma acquiesced. "Thank you, Molly." Molly squeezed her arm happily and even if Velma couldn't really see the grin, she could certainly hear it.

"Come on, Velma, you won't regret it!" Molly squealed, as she started to drag Velma down Main Street.

I'm not so sure about that, Velma thought, but she had to admit, the duck was beginning to grow on her.