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-phineas81707

The younger twin brother. A gentle boy.: Lucas-

The older twin brother. An energetic boy.: Claus-

The strong, kind, and dependable father.: Flint-

The beloved mother!: Hinawa-

The brave and smart dog.: Boney-

What's your favourite homemade food?: Omelets- (not really)

What's your favourite thing?: Love- (closer, but no. I'm using the Don't Care option here)

Text Speed: Slow (sadly)

Window Colour:

Is this OK?

Yes

No

Welcome to the World of Mother 3.

Nowhere Islands

Tazmily Village

Beyond the Sunshine Forest

Home of Alec, Hinawa's Father.

*knock* *knock*

"Lucas! How long are you gonna sleep? Get up so we can play! Get up already! The Dragos brought their babies over! They're really cute! Hurry up!" Claus bellowed at the top of his lungs. Lucas got up from his bed.

"OK, I'm coming, Claus! Just let me get changed!" Lucas called back.

"Hurry up!" Lucas did not dignify that with a response. He quickly changed into his normal wear, and scooted downstairs.

"Lucas, Claus was looking for you." Hinawa told Lucas.

"I heard him, but thanks anyway," Lucas replied.

"Oh, right. Claus was pretty loud."

"Yeah. I'll go see what he's up to."

He went east, in the only direction in which ants were not at his feet. On his way, he heard Claus playing with the Dragos. Eager to join him, he stepped up his pace. He stopped to see a frog, though.

"Hello, young boy. Memories are remembered with other memories, and in turn become memories themselves. Tell your memories to us frogs, and we'll preserve them. This is known as 'saving'.

"And the frogs have a second feature. We can also provide our opinions on the story at hand. For instance, this story may be the longest to ever happen, but it won't matter at all. Because it is truly special."

"Huh?" Lucas asked.

"Forget it. *hop* Give my regards to the next frog you meet."

Shortly after this befuddling encounter, Lucas met Claus, tackling a Drago.

"Oh hey, Lucas! Why don't you give it a shot?" Claus called out to his brother.

"Sure, why not? I could use the exercise!" Lucas called back. He took a crouching position, and rammed into the Drago.

*roar*! The Drago liked it.

"The harder you run into them, the more Dragos will like it!" Claus explained.

"Move it! Outta the way! Make way for the great Mole Cricket! I can't just sit idly by while someone's play fighting!" the self-proclaimed greatest mole cricket warrior called. He rammed into the Drago, and failed to do anything.

You encountered the Mole Cricket!

"Ah, that was fun. I could train you sometime. Next time we meet, it'll be at the big Mole Cricket Hole Stadium!" the mole cricket said.

"Sure. Why not?" Lucas suggested.

"It'll be fun, Mr Mole Cricket!" Claus stated. The mole cricket left… and CRUNCH!

"I stepped on a mole cricket. I hope it'll be alright," Hinawa pondered. "Lunch is ready!" she called. "I made your favourite. Omelets!"

"Oh, boy! Omelets!" Claus called.

"Thanks, Mum!" Lucas said.

The three left, leaving only Alec. He turned to the south.

"Listen, folks, I would just like to say… this story will not have authors notes. I will instead interject wherever frogs are sold and fourth-wall jokes like this one. The experience at the heart will not change… much. Just these untrimmed edges where the fact you are playing a game. And plus, bold text is just like saving. Now to let Alec have his body…

"Hey! Wait for me! Save some Omelets for your poor old Grandpa!