Missing in Action
AN: I, in absolutely no way, own Animal Crossing or any of their characters. The events that happen in this story are completely fictional, and don't forget to review please! Also, the plot is heavily influenced by the plots of lotrfan2010 and Define-Originality. Also, I apologize for any grammatical mistakes.
The rain fell gently over northern Germany that morning. Little crystal teardrops, falling from the grayed and old face of the sky, washing and renewing life on earth. Later, the sun would rise, and anything touched by this miracle water would shine with even more beauty.
This is how Bode usually thought about the rain; however, as he stood in the airport terminal, waiting for his taxi to deliver him to Heidelberg, he watched the acid rain slap against the building. The rain caused the stone to smoke and sizzle, and the aftermath would cause many statues and buildings to look like Michael Jackson at the down slope of his career.
Bode Mendel had just graduated from Universität Bonn when he joined the army at the tender age of 22. He currently works for the medical corps, restoring injured soldiers to their former glory.
Bode sat back in the terminal, watching the sliding doors carefully. His image was reflected in the glass. He examined his dirty trench coat and boots, noting several tears in the arms, and a glasses case in the right chest pocket. He was also wearing a pair of rectangular glasses, which seemed to hang off his skinny face. His hair was a messy blond mess, which seemed to draw attention away from his scrawny underfed body. The glare from the sliding door, however, combined with his glasses, hid his blue eyes.
Suddenly, a taxi cab pulls up. The paint was supposed to be a shade of bright yellow on the taxis in Germany, but this one was a dull yellow, as if it had existed for several years and been washed in mud. No matter though. Bode sat up, picked up a plain black leather suitcase, and walked outside with a plain black umbrella. He unfurled it as he walked, and opened the taxi cab door.
"Heidelberg General Hospital pleases sir." Bode opened the suitcase and started flipping through some papers. He was going back to the hospital to pick up a project folder, and then he needed to get back to the army base as soon as possible.
"Aye matey! I'll have ya' there in no time flat!" The voice coming from the front of the bus reminded him of some sailors he'd seen on a visit to America.
The drive to Heidelberg General was about two hours, and the driver didn't stop asking questions.
"So boy, what's your profession? I used to be a sailor meself." "What school'd ya go to boy?" "Do ya like cucumbers? Got some in me glove compartment."
By the time they reached the hospital, the rain had stopped and Bode wanted to strangle the driver. Bode had never been a people person, he decided to become an army doctor for the simple but grim reason he figured half his patients would be too injured to start a conversation.
Bode entered and exited the gray stone building in the span of fifteen minutes. He stepped out through the revolving doors towards the cab with several folders in his arm. The folders were all different thicknesses, and they all had various colors of stamp on them. When bode entered the cab, he grabbed the suitcase and shoved the folders hastily into it so the nosey cab driver wouldn't see.
Bode snapped his seatbelt into place and leaned back with a sigh. "Take me to the airport please, I need to be back at base by tomorrow." Bode looked at the interior and examined everything closely.
The partition separating the driver and him was scratched and dirty and scratched. The seats were made of some sort of cheap imitation of leather, and torn heavily. The seat his suitcase was on was almost completely foam, and he thought he saw an insect escape into the foam.
The cab started to life, its ancient engine humming like an old man who's diet consisted mainly of Marlboros. Bode was looking at out the window when the driver decided to start asking questions.
"So boy, you got a place to live?" The driver asked with genuine concern in his voice.
Bode decided to just try talking a little. "Of course I do. I have a small apartment over in Munich." Bode decided not to tell him about how awful the apartment was. Instead of a crazy cat woman, he had a crazy dog woman. It's the same principal, but she howls with the stupid mutts each full moon.
"Well, I don't suppose you'd be interested in moving to a smaller town then?" Inquired the driver. The antisocial part of Bode instantly perked up a bit.
"Of course I would. However, my job prevents me from moving anywhere too far away from Germany." Bode needed the job, otherwise he'd be worse off then the dog lady.
"Well, ye can quit your job if ya' move boy. This town is a very special town indeed. Money is practically everywhere!" In a brief moment of ignorance, the driver throws his hands up for affect and almost shears a Volkswagen in half. He regains control though, and swerves into a rabbit.
"Well… I'm just not too sure. What's this town called anyways?" Bode picks his suitcase off the car floor and examines it carefully.
"The town's name is Epsilon boy, and so far there are only fifteen or so residents." The driver seemed to be getting more and more excited, which worried Bode to some degree. When did the German Public Transit companies start employing real estate agents as drivers?
"Well, I guess I could give this some consideration." Bode stated, knowing he'd never accept this deal on account of it being too good to be true. All his life, Bode had wanted to live in peace, and have a home that didn't smell like spoiled cabbage and dog leavings. However, He'd seen something else named Epsilon not too long ago, but he can't recall what it was. "By the way, what's your name sir?"
"Me? Well, my name's Kappn' lad!" In possibly yet another lapse in judgment, Kappn turned and faced towards Bode, letting him get a good look at his features.
Bode nearly had a heart attack when he saw Kappn. Bode knew immediately from his extensive studies in Japanese culture, that the thing driving him was a Kappa, or a monster that eats cucumbers and small children. He could see every detail perfectly. The matted black hair, the slimy, moss green scale, and Bode would've put serious money down saying that underneath the Operators Hat, his head was concave.
Bodes hand immediately shot for the door handle. He didn't care if the car was heading 120 down the autobahn, he'd have jumped anyways. However, Kappn locked the doors, so he couldn't escape.
"Sorry lad! Probably a mistake to let you see me face, but before I let ya move, you've had to have seen what yer in fer!" The car seemed to move faster as Kappn stepped hard on the breaks and pressed a few dashboard buttons.
As Kappn pressed the buttons, Bode reached for a small revolver he kept in his jacket at all times. However, before Bode could do anything, the stereo started to whir, and a strange purple smoke spewed out. Either the car was breaking down, or the Kappa was trying to drug him.
Unfortunately enough for Bode, the gas spread quickly through the passenger areas of the cab, and he was starting to get really tired. As Bode fell unconscious, he swore he heard the driver still talking to him.
"I'm really sorry about this lad, but I can't let ya tell anyone about this here encounter. I really do hope you enjoy your new life in Epsilon."
"Epsilon," thought Bode as the world got dimmer, "Why is that so familiar?"