Hello guys!

This is my first Animal Crossing: City Folk/Let's Go To The City Fanfic!
It has been entered in Dougieowner's Fanfic Competition 2011 on the website Animal Crossing Community!

Wish me luck! :L
~SkulduggeryCain~

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Everything was quiet in Karakura.

All of the animals had long since gone to sleep, closing their curtains and switching off their lights at the usual time of 11pm. Their day had ended, but for one animal, his day had only just begun.

Blathers the owl shook his head wildly as he finally woke up after a full day of sleep. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and the thoughts from his head, fluffing out his feathers as he became fully conscious again. As the curator for the town museum he was in the lobby at all times, sleeping on his feet when his nocturnal instincts kicked in. His main job was to ensure that the visitors' questions were answered; his task was to tell people where to go if they were stuck and his role was to explain what the various displays throughout the museum showed to those who chose to look at them. He was very particular about efficiency and usually apologised to no end if he was discovered asleep during his shift. Although it wasn't exactly his fault that he was asleep on the job, he still didn't think it was acceptable to appear lazy. Being an owl, he was nocturnal and therefore was only fully awake at night. During the day, he drifted in and out of consciousness without staying in one state for too long. His sleeping pattern was clear, but it was hard to stick to it when he was supposed to have a day job. He often wished he could work at night; however seeing as that was when the villagers slept it was highly unlikely that anyone would visit the museum at that time. It was tough for the owl running such a huge section of the museum, but he just had to live with it. He had a job to do and he was going to do it, no matter what hardships he would have to face on the way.

Sometimes he regretted being nocturnal as it meant that while all of the villagers were awake and having fun he was asleep, dreaming away as he slept on his feet in the lobby of the museum. The only times he managed to talk with some of his friends was when they visited the museum, shaking him awake and shouting his name exasperatedly when he wouldn't stir. Eventually he would awake and they could chat, but these visits were rare and he was regularly alone. Nobody seemed to care for history much anymore – the museum was always empty and the only times people visited were when they had something to donate as an exhibit. Not that it made any difference what they gave.

Nobody was ever there to see it, after all.

At night, when he was fully awake and brimming with energy, the only company he had was his younger sister, Celeste. She was the astrologer for the Museum, meaning that she was in charge of making sure that the observatory was working at all times. Her job was to give the visitors to the museum a close up view of the stars which shone in the Karakura sky. However, like the main museum which Blathers was the curator of, nobody seemed to be interested in astrology anymore. The museum was almost abandoned. Nobody visited, nobody cared, nobody was even bothered about it. To them, it was a waste of space.

It made Blathers very sad to see this attitude in the villagers. Once, a few long years ago, everyone had loved the museum. There had been a regular stream of visitors; there had been lots of donations to the museum and a whole ton of interest in the exhibits which the white stone walls encased. It had been the single greatest attraction of the whole of Karakura, and now it had been reduced to this.

Now, it was nothing more than a nuisance.

Blathers and Celeste regularly talked about the fate of the museum. They feared that one day the museum would be taken out of their hands and destroyed, crippled beyond repair before their very eyes. The very thought of all of their hard work and dedication undone in a single second made them both weep, an intense sorrow entering their eyes and forcing the water within to be purged and released. They couldn't help but cry at the thought of their singular focus of attention and time stolen from them.

Alongside these thoughts, Blathers and Celeste still remained hopeful. Not all of their thoughts were negative. They still believed that there might be a way to save everything they had worked for and to promote it, make it even greater than it had previously been. Their positive thoughts ran on the basis of hope, recognition and wonderment. They knew that eventually somebody must realise how important the museum was to the town.

Surely something could be done to reinstate the interest of the villagers, they thought. Surely there was a way to avoid the complete destruction of something so magnificent? Surely there was a way for the people of Karakura to see what a great thing the museum was? Surely there must be someone – even if only one – person that believed in the museum and the history it preserved?

After many months Blathers and his sibling pondered over a possible solution. He knew that if the museum was to become a dear part of the lives of the villagers again he would have to work hard and prove just how valuable all of his work and effort had been in producing such a well-kept facility. He knew there must be a solution, but he couldn't work out what it was.

But, luckily for Blathers and his little sister, the answer to their prayers arrived the very next day. After several months of silent mourning and unspoken worry, a solution was finally about to come and make everything right again.

February 12th 2011 was when the human came to the town.