The story of the REAL Animal Crossing. Take away the sugary-coated sunshine, lollipops, and rainbows and add weapons, darkness, and an evil raccoon's plot to end all humanity, and it really doesn't seem so cheerful anymore, does it:D R&R please, and tell me what you think! This is my first fanfic!!! Oh, and I don't own any of this unless I make up my own characters along the way, but I probably won't. Anyways, read and enjoy!

Prologue

"Hurry up!" he said as he ran as fast as his feet could carry him. "You know if he catches you you're dead!" The tiger quickly following him was panting hard. They had been on the run for at least five days now. "Tybalt!" he yelled again. This time, Tybalt yelled back. "I'd love to run faster, but this suit of armor is weighing me down and it chafes so bad!" "How could you thinking about something like that at a time like this?!" They continued to run through the lush green forestry, saying no more to one another. Since they hadn't really been checking behind them, they didn't actually know if what they were running from was still in pursuit. They just continued running, with no thoughts of looking back at all.

When they finally did stop, they saw no one around and knew they were safe. At least, for now. So, they gathered some nearby twigs to make a small fire, and set up camp. Once they set up the tent, they emptied there pockets. Each leaf they placed on the floor of the tent, magically transformed into what the item really was. They didn't have much because most of it had been stolen from them at the very start of this whole affair, but what they did have they were grateful for. "I'm not really sure how you didn't catch up to me back there. It seemed to me you were running faster than me… Here." he handed Tybalt an apple, one of the few he had left. Tybalt, took the apple, but not without hesitation, as he observed one of his friend's critical injuries. "Your wing…" he said. It was clearly bleeding, and needed something for it immediately. "I'll be fine." he insisted. But Tybalt wouldn't let him just bask in that pain. "I still have that fancy rug. The way it's made, it won't do much, but it will help." "I'll be fine, really." "Please. You need it. It's better than nothing!" He sighed. "I wish this could all just end right now." he stated as he pulled the rug out of his pocket. The rug formed on the floor of their tent, but it was too big to wrap around his wing. He took his claws and sliced a small square out of the corner. He handed it to his friend, who gratefully accepted it, and wrapped it around the terrible wound.

Having nothing else to do, time passed and they fell asleep. However, it was only moments later, Tybalt awoke to the sound of a twig snap outside. "Oh no!" he mumbled to himself. "Looks like we might need to be packing our things sooner than we think, if that's who I think it is." He emptied out of his pocket something he hadn't before. It was his sword. He grasped the hilt and slowly opened the flap and walked outside. Just then, a thought came to him. If it was who he thought it was, how could he have heard a twig snap? Either way, he was sure there was spy somewhere nearby. He looked about the dark brush. The forest was much spookier at night. It gave Tybalt chills in his spine, especially knowing that his every move could be being watched. He sighed and decided it must have been his imagination. He began to reenter the tent when a quick tingling feeling entered him and he turned around to see a well-known enemy swooping down on him. "You!" he shouted as he batted at his face. He barely managed to strike the shadowy figure on the leg. "Argh!" he yelled. "How dare you!" "How dare yourself, you jerk!" "Oh come now, is that any way to talk to your friend's long lost brother?" He swooped again and Tybalt readied his sword. "For the last time, you are NOT his brother!" He slashed his sword only to hit air, as the evil entity had made a sharp turn around to his back. Before he had the chance to cry out for help, the creature took its wings and covered his mouth. "You'll keep quiet if ya know what's good for ya!" With that he revealed a short dagger and used a free hand to jab it into Tybalt's back. Luckily, his armor was sturdy enough to stand up to the dagger's sharpness, and he quickly turned and pushed his foe backwards, horizontally with his sword. They stood a short distance apart. The bird's piercing red eyes glowed with intense anger. Tybalt held out his sword. "We can try this ONE more time." he said. "I know there's still some good in you somewhere! Don't make me give up!" "You are wrong! My loyalties lie only with the king!" "He's NOT the king!" "He most definitely is!" "Never! He will never rule Renias or any other nation on this planet!" The malicious bird laughed. "He already rules more than half of this world! It should not be long before the entire thing is in his grasp! Listen, I'd love to stay and chat, but I'm afraid I have other business to attend to. I may have been sent here to find you, but you're the least of my worries at the moment!" Tybalt gripped his blade even tighter. "You're not going anywhere!" He lunged forward, but he was already too late. He looked up in a tree to see his enemy perched on a branch. "Oh, by the way, you might want to wake my brother. I left a little gift for him." He flapped his wings and flew away. Without thinking, Tybalt said to himself, "I think it's finally time to give up on him…" Suddenly he realized. He rushed to the tent to see just what that scoundrel had meant by what he said. As he hastily set foot into the tent he noticed a dagger stuck in the opposite wing of his friend. "How?" he thought to himself. He questioned it no more and slowly pulled the dagger from his ally's wing. He then shook him to wake him up. Tybalt felt a pulse, so he was definitely alive, but he would not wake up. "Wake up. Wake up!" he cried over and over. "What did he do to you?" Tybalt laid his comrade back on the floor and contemplated what to do next. He picked up his sword and put it back into his pocket. He then began to pack up their things. They certainly would need to continue moving if they were to avoid such another incident. The instant everything was ready, he picked up his friend in his arms, and began to walk. He had a long road ahead of him.