Animal Crossing
The Twisted Town
By Hoverbike Girl
Hello, everyone! Hoverbike Girl here with an old story I thought up a long time ago! This is my first Animal Crossing humor fic, and I hope everybody enjoys it! There may be gaps between the funny scenes, but it's crazy all the same. Now for my disclaimer.
Disclaimer: I do not own Animal Crossing; Nintendo does. The town of Dayton is my real AC town. I also made up the news channel. I created Insanity; it's just pure coincidence if anyone else has a town with that name. I own the characters of Insanity…sort of. They're spoofs of the real characters. Does that count? Oh yeah, and Marty is mine; he's a human player in my town.
One last note and then on with the story: this was written before AC: Wild World came out, so many things from the original will still be in it. I'll try to add more ACWW things into it of course!
Chapter #1: The Story Begins
Friday
8:00 AM
Acre B-3, Dayton
The morning sun shone brightly on the small village of Dayton. Birds chirped and one of the inhabitants, being a rooster, got up early and crowed. And in a little house by the town's train station, an alarm clock rang.
The eyes of a young brown-haired boy snapped open when he heard the sound of ringing close by his right ear. He reached over and pressed the "Alarm OFF" button on the cube clock sitting on a modern end table next to his bed. He covered his head with his blanket to protect his eyes from the sunlight streaming through his bedside window.
"Aw, man. 8:00 already?" he mumbled. He threw off his blanket and put his bare feet onto the modern tile floor. Cool, as always. He stood up out of his modern bed and stretched his arms with a groan and a yawn. "Marty Taylor, ya need to quit staying up 'till 11:00 playing NES games," he said to, well, whom else but himself?
After making his bed, Marty groggily trudged down the stairs into his living room/kitchen and ate some cereal that he kept in a green pantry. When he was finished, he searched in his modern wardrobe for something to wear. Deciding that he would look good in the Big Bro's Shirt, he switched his mint gingham for it. With a bored sigh he plopped down onto his modern sofa to watch TV. With a remote he had specially ordered from Tom Nook, he turned on his widescreen TV and surfed the numerous channels for something interesting. Channel 8 was just starting its morning news edition, so he stayed there.
When the corny news theme was finished, the grinning news anchor, a yellow Labrador with a silly-looking wig, said, "Good morning, animals! This is Buddy Barnes and my co-anchor, Daisy Diggins, for Gator 8 News! (A/N: Daisy Diggins isn't the same Daisy you meet in the game.) Before we begin, Gator 8 has an important announcement: there will be no weather predictions today. Our weatherman, Benny Barkster, was chased out of town by an angry mob of animals armed with torches and pitchforks. The crowd claimed that his predictions were 100 guesswork, with no data backing him up. They chased Barkster out last night because—"
Daisy interrupted him. "Because he predicted snow in the middle of May!" She busted out laughing. Buddy glared at her, but he started laughing, too. The message "We are experiencing technical difficulties. Please wait." appeared on the TV screen.
Marty was also laughing hard. "What a goofball!" he managed to gasp as he fell to the floor, clutching his sides. In the middle of his fit, the satellite had interference, and the screen became static. "Aw man!" he said for the second time that day. The boy slammed his fist on the side of the television, but nothing changed.
"Great, the TV's busted. Now I've got nuthin' to do," he said to himself. "None of the villagers have any errands, the fossil collection in the museum is complete, and it's not the right time of the season for the insects I need to catch for my collection." Just then he heard the train whistle, and it gave him an idea. "I'll take a trip! Better pack my stuff before it leaves!"
He walked over to the two modern tables sitting to the left of the door. On the tables were his main tools: shovel, axe, net, and fishing rod. The bumbershoot he used for rainy days was to the right of the door. He picked up his shovel and rubbed one finger against the metal tip before tucking it into his pockets, the other tools and his bumbershoot following after. Then he went back into his room to grab the slingshot he kept on the end table by his bed and raced out of his house. He quickly left a note tacked to his door that said he was taking a train trip. Then he jogged over to the train station, where Porter stood.
"Hello there, Marty! Planning on taking a trip, ook ook?" he asked.
Duh, thought Marty. But he only answered, "Yup! Where's the train goin' today?"
"We're going to Tropica, a town near the beach!"
"Great! That sounds ideal!" Marty ran into the passenger car before Porter could say another word. He found a seat in the back just when the train began moving. When the locomotive's chugging settled into a deep rhythm, the boy laid his head onto the back of the seat. He pulled his cap over his eyes and settled down for a nap.
Little did he know what was in store for him…
So, whaddya think of it? Funny so far? I hope so. Anyway, I own Buddy Barnes, Daisy Diggins, and Benny Barkster. Pweeeze review, and if you didn't like this, be creative with your flame! Oh, and the funnier parts are coming soon!