A fun little story I wanted to write as I edited another of my stories. It seemed like a funny Idea to me, it's completely tongue in cheek and definitely not for the kiddies. Please do not read if you don't like gore or violence to the adorable animals of animal crossing, and definitely do not read if you are too young! Comments are appreciated! Enjoy!
Animal Crossing: Conspiracy
Meat the residents!
Samoe
Samoe awoke with a big smile on his face, today was the fishing tourney! For weeks the young boy had been practicing and perfecting his bass catching technique. He planned on hooking the biggest, juiciest bass of them all so that the winner's trophy would be his. Samoe dressed quickly, rushing down the stairs and into his living room, stopping for only a moment to take a long look at his mantle. He had cleared a spot right in the centre of it in anticipation of his trophy. He wanted it so badly and he would get it, he just had to! Grabbing his fishing rod Samoe left his house and stepped out into the bright, sunny day. He breathed in the warm morning air that basked him in its motherly glow, listened as the waves gently lapped against his beach front home. He skipped happily down his path that was neatly flanked with roses Samoe had meticulously cared for, the gardening tourney was coming up soon you see and he wanted that trophy also. The boy headed towards the Town Hall to sign in for the tournament; he wanted to get started early so he took a shortcut through the small forest that lay by his house.
As Samoe made his way through the forest he quickly began to regret the decision, the trees were tall and blocked out most of the sunlight, making the forest look dark and menacing. The twisted branches resembled gnarled hands reaching out to snatch the boy and carry him into the mysterious blackness that enveloped him on either side. Samoe was sure he could hear voices, they were whispering but whenever he tried to listen the sounds would quickly silence, as if knowing he was trying to hear them. His heart began to race, and he began to sweat, clutching his fishing rod tightly, he picked up the pace rushing to the edge of the forest, to safety. He could see the clearing up ahead, the sun coming through in solid golden rays; he wanted to get to that sunlight, because it meant safety from this scary place. He would have ran directly towards it aswell if it wasn't for a figure blocking the path. He took a few tentative steps towards it and recognized the figure as Pecan the friendly squirrel; they were good friends, not the best mind you but good enough for Samoe to feel relief.
'Pecan!' he called to her happily.
Pecan was facing away from Samoe and when she heard her name called the squirrel stiffened, then turned. It was then Samoe knew something was horribly wrong; the squirrel was breathing heavily, foamy spittle flying from her mouth with each violent breath. Her fur was falling off, the patches that still clung to her seemed to irritate the squirrel. She scratched at them absently pulling off clumps of her own bloody fur with deadly sharp claws.
'P-pecan? Are you ok?' Asked Samoe
Pecan didn't answer, just continued staring at him with eyes glazed over with madness. The boy started backing away from the squirrel; he wanted to run but dared not turn his back on the furious creature that faced him. Every step Samoe took Pecan followed, eyes locked on his, talons outstretched and ready to strike. The boy began trembling, what was wrong with her? Pecan had always been so nice to him, why was she mad today? The boy's thoughts were quickly quelled by an outstretched root which his feet became tangled on, Samoe fought vainly for balance, lost and tripped over the offending root. This seemed to snap whatever was left of Pecans sanity, she screamed a blood curdling scream and charged the boy, coming at him impossibly fast, swiping those terrifyingly sharp claws through the air as she did. The boy rolled away from the insane squirrel as she jumped at him with claws outstretched she landed on the hard forest ground, denied of her targets flesh. She screamed with frustration, her hand had become tangled in the roots that Samoe had fallen over. The boy didn't hesitate, he ran.
It didn't take long for Pecan to untangle herself and she was on his tale in seconds. The boy's legs pumped, carrying him away from the threat as fast as he could, his lungs burned and his vision was blurred by tears.
"Pecan! Please! I don't want to play this anymore!" He screamed.
Another animalistic scream was the only reply as the Squirrel pursued her victim. She clung to the trees, jumping from one to the other, using the tops as a quick way through the forest, covering far more ground that Samoe possibly could. Pecan dropped in front of the boy and wasted no time in charging him. The boy dove to one side, again narrowly avoiding a head on collision with the rabid Squirrel, he collided with a tree however and managed to daze himself, but terror drove him on and he was on his feet and running again in a heartbeat. Then, suddenly, he was free, the forest ended abruptly and the boy emerged out into the open once again into the bright sunshine, into safety. The land gave away suddenly and Samoe lost his footing, sliding down a long, steep hill. He felt his fishing rod crack beneath him but did not let it go. The boy was lifted from the air and crashed into the soft ground below. He lay there panting, Pecan had not followed him. He had managed to elude her, looking around Samoe spied Angus's house. That man was big and strong, he would know what to do.
"Angus!" Screamed the boy 'Angus, come quick!'
The boy prayed Angus had heard him; he lay on his back and tried to let his erratic breathing slow down. He didn't have a chance, up on the hill the tree line exploded, Pecan came racing down towards him.
'Annnnnnnnn-'
Angus
'Guuuussssssss!'
Angus, the big, red bearded man had heard the boy's cries. He came bounding down the stairs and scooped up his large, heavy axe, it was an old worn piece of equipment but it was the only weapon he had managed to find in this god forsaken town. Pulling open his front door the man stepped out and was shocked by the scene that was taking place in front of his home. Of all the things he had expected he had not even come close to imagining this. Pecan the squirrel was attacking the boy Samoe; she swiped at him, fury in her eyes, white foam pouring from her mouth. Little fur remained on her, most of her skin was visible and it was scarred and bloody, her nails were covered in blood too, she had literally scratched herself raw. The only thing preventing the squirrel from taking the boys head clean off was a broken fishing rod. Samoe had managed to somehow impale the squirrel upon it, and he wrestled to try and keep the makeshift weapon upright and the angry beast away from him. It should have killed her; the wound she had received from the protruding shaft was severe, the tip of the rod glistened in the sunlight with blood and raw intestine. With every frenzied push the squirrel made one of the rods eyes would snap and she would come closer to destroying Samoe. Angus did not hesitate, he stepped forward, axe raised and lunged at the Squirrel, bringing it down on her head with one solid chop. It cut through her head separating it into two neat half's each falling to the floor like a freshly cut watermelon. The body convulsed, gave one or two more halfhearted swipes and then fell on Samoe who was openly weeping.
'You alright boy?' Asked Angus lifting the dead creature off of the boy.
'I-I…think so,' said Samoe through tears 'what was wrong with her?'
'I dunno, but I don't want to stay here and find out, come on lets get inside'
The boy shook his head,
'We need to go see if my friends are ok!' He said.
Angus nodded. He was right, if the squirrel was sick, maybe everybody was sick.
Mona
Mona was the only human girl to live in Ibanez and she liked it that way. She had always been a unique girl and her gender made her extra special in this town. She had always liked feeling special although she never let anyone know this. She was a dark, troubled soul you see; she wore black make-up and regularly hung out at the coffee shop listening to K.K sing to her about his woes. God that dog was so deep, one day she hoped she could have the courage to get up on stage and perform some of her poetry. She was sure it would blow everyone's minds, and hopefully impress K.K Slider. Mona heard someone call her name and pulled aside one of her curtains that she always kept closed, squinting against the sunlight Mona saw that stupid kid Samoe come up her drive with the big hairy man Angus in tow. She sighed, she hated company. A hard knock came and she ignored it, maybe they would all go away and leave her alone, Mona had planned a trip to the museum tonight to go look at the stars, she had to sleep before then. Another knock, this time louder Mona stared at the door.
'go away' she whispered turning to walk back to her room.
A crash of splintering wood came, and the girl spun.
'What the heck?' she cried.
'Your going to need a new door' said Angus stepping through the ruined remains of her front door. He had to stoop low to enter her house.
'What do you want?' She asked angrily
'I need you to come with us, something happened to Pecan and we need to make sure everyone else is ok.'
'Pecan? What's wrong with Pecan?' Asked Mona
'She's dead that's what happened to Pecan.' Replied Angus, he held a large, bloodstained axe.
This wasn't good, who had ever heard of someone die in Ibanez, people moved away sure but dying? Ceasing to exist? Never had that happened. Mona would have to write about this.
'Get your things were going to go check on Brock.' Continued Angus
Mona sighed.
'Who cares about that simple minded freak show?' She asked.
'Just hurry up we don't have time for this!'
'What's wrong with the quivering mass?" She asked indicating towards the still shaking Samoe.
'If you must know, Pecan attacked him before she died.'
'She was…was crazy!' Sobbed the boy
This was getting good thought Mona.
Brock
As the threesome rushed to come to Brock's aid, he had settled down in front of his T.V with a bowl of 'Kid Kat's Power Snacks'. The boy munched happily waiting for the commercials to end and his favorite show to begin 'Kid Kat and Co.'. Brock adored Kid Kat so much that he had bought the genuine costume complete with visor and ears, which he wore religiously as it made the boy feel…powerful. The commercials ended and the theme song began which Brock sang along to with a mouth full of cereal. The cartoon began and Brock watched, a smile frozen on his simple face.
Tap, tap.
The noise came from his kitchen window; Brock looked at it for a second but was quickly distracted by the flashing colors on his T.V screen.
Tap, tap, tap.
From his living room window this time, Brock frowned, shoveling more cereal into his mouth he tried too peer out from his seat but saw nothing. Kid Kat began battling some bad guys and Brock was transfixed, he fought along with the super Kat, trying his best to imitate his hero, he thrust out a punch, spilling cereal all over his table. Seemingly oblivious he giggled with joy as Kid Kat saved the day once again.
Tap, tap, crack.
His kitchen again, frustrated Brock laid his half empty cereal bowl in a pile of spilled milk. The boy went to the window and looked out the window had a small crack in it, and some red stuff on the outside. He touched the window,
Tap, tap.
Brock spun, it had come from his living room this time.
Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap tap tap tap tap.
The boy ran to his living room but the window was empty bright sunlight and green grass was all he seen, staining the window was more of that red stuff. The boy's heart began to race, looking at his T.V he saw Kid Kat, talking to his sidekick agent S. They never got scared and he wouldn't either, he took a deep breath and smiled, what had been so scary anyway? It was probably just the wind. Settling back down he scooped up his bowl and continued watching.
Tap, tap, tap, tap, CRASH!
The window in the kitchen broke so loud that Brock jumped, dropping his cereal everywhere.
'Squaaacccckkkk….' It was a furious noise that chilled Brock.
He ran to his kitchen to see Egbert standing there. Something looked wrong with the giant chicken, one of his wings was broken and flapped uselessly at his side, his small, dark eyes were glazed over and shiny. The birds normally yellow feathers were covered in the same red that covered his window, the bird's beak was cracked and barely hung on to its face. Brock wasn't a smart boy, not even a boy of average intelligence but Brock knew something was very wrong with Egbert.
'Hey Egbert, are you ok?' Asked Brock
'Sqquuuaaackkk….' It said flapping its one good wing and rushing at the boy, head bowed. Brock screamed and ran back to the living room, he darted around his table but the big bird had too much momentum and hit it dead on falling over and landing face first. It quickly recovered but Brock noticed its beak was gone all that remained was an open, gaping hole. The wounded bird stood with spilled milk and multi-covered sugar cereal stuck in its feathers. Brock found this funny, but could not laugh.
'Brock!' Came a voice from behind the door 'Brock its Samoe! Open the door!'
'Hear that Egbert? Our friends are here everything's going to be ok!.' Said the boy with a trembling voice, backing away towards the door, arms outstretched.
'Eeerrrkkkk…' Was the only noise it could make without a beak, it charged the boy.
Brock turned and ran for the door he pulled it open to see Angus standing there, bloodstained ax raised.
'Get down!' screamed the huge man
Brock just stood there, dumbfounded his simple mind could not process the scene that was taking place before him. Angus swept the boy aside and charged the angry chicken. He took the wing first, with a clumsy blow, Egbert raised a deadly sharp talon, and Angus took that leg next. The bird fell to the side with no good wing to keep its balance, it fluttered on the ground uselessly making pathetic mewing noises. Angus flew into a rage, screaming as he hacked the struggling chicken to pieces, spraying blood and yellow feathers everywhere. When there was nothing left, Angus still hacked at the raw meat that lay on the ground. Mona laid a comforting hand on the man and led him outside to the porch where the other two children sat.
'What's going on in this place?' Asked Samoe
'I don't know but it isn't good,' Replied Angus 'we need to get somewhere safe.'
'Where?' Asked Mona, looking at the carnage inside and scribbling on her notepad furiously,
'Nook's' Answered Samoe, the all looked at him questioningly
'It'll be safe there and it's well supplied. Maybe Nook can help us out.'
'If he hasn't already turned' Said Angus.
That left them in a tense silence as they wondered just how much damage had already been done to there ideal little town.
