Part 2 is here, forgive the liberties I took with Nooks store, I added and removed some elements to suit the story. Also excuse any spelling errors I am in the middle of editing another of my stories and so I write this only when I get some free time. As always if you enjoy please review!

2

Nightmare At Nooks

Anger is all the creature felt, racing through the forest pure instinct pushing it forward with heart beating furiously in its chest, breathing hollow ragged breaths. It ran, the scent of flesh enticing it, god how it needed to feast! The creature wanted to tear the human's limb from limb, eat their skin and drink their blood. It would too, it was only a matter of time before it and the other's of it's kind reached the group and then there would be a blood bath! The creature sped up its progress and let out a howl of excitement.

'Nooks! You think we'll be any safer at nooks?' Stormed Mona

'It's better than out here, in the open.' Argued Samoe

'You heard Angus what if they have already turned? Then what?'

Samoe shrugged, he did not know then what. He only knew that he had to do something, the boy couldn't stand idly by and wait for it all to be over. He had to help his friends.

'They were our friends Mona and their sick…maybe…maybe there's some medicine at Nook's that can fix this mess.'

'What kind of medicine Samoe? Huh? I've seen the animals with a cold and some bee stings, what medicines can we use that's going to cure them? Stop them from tearing their own fur off and trying to rip us apart?'

'Shh, shutup' Said Angus in a harsh whisper

'Excuse-'Said Mona

Angus cut her off with a raised hand

'Did you hear that?' He asked.

Mona shook her head; each of them fell silent, listening to the dead morning air. It was the first time Samoe had noticed but there was no noise at all. No birds singing, no insects happily chirping, from here he couldn't even hear the ocean. The entire town seemed to be completely devoid of life. A cry came from the forest, unlike any Samoe had ever heard. It was filled with rage and sorrow and madness. It was the cry of something that was deeply sick.

'We need to move, their getting closer.' Said Angus

'What their hunting us now?' Asked Mona

'Exactly, they can smell us out here and there coming fast, we need to move now.'

'To where?'

'Where the boy said, we are all going to go to Nooks.'

'No, no way you're all crazy!' She stormed.

'If you don't like it then leave.' He said calmly

Mona said nothing; she stood glaring at the big man.

'Good, then let's go we don't have much time.' He said.

He was right, as the group hurried in the direction of Tom Nooks store they could hear the creatures drawing ever closer. The howling intensified and grew more, until the whole town was alive with the sound coming from every direction, seeming to surround the small group of travelers.

'Their communicating,' Said Angus suddenly 'we are being watched, they know exactly where were going and their broadcasting our positions to the rest of them.'

'I thought they were crazy' said Samoe.

'They are but that doesn't mean their not cunning,' He replied. 'Come on were almost there.'

He strode up a hill and the children scrambled to follow him, as the children also crested the hill they breathed a short sigh of relief. There in the valley lay Nookway, beckoning the group with a promise of refuge. The shop looked deserted, the lights were off which wasn't very strange considering it was still early morning. What was odd were the drapes on the windows still pulled tightly closed, something Nook never done and as they made their way down the hill towards the store they noticed the sign was still flipped to closed. This was the oddest of all, everyday Nooks had opened at eight am rain or shine. It was now Ten A.M and the store was still closed, hesitantly they approached the door; Samoe tried the handle and found it tightly locked.

'Oh no' Said Brock

'Its ok' said Angus

The howling seemed to intensify, as if knowing the group had met a blockade. Angus hefted his large axe desperation plastered his face, he brought the weapon down on the door as hard as he could; it bounced off cleanly, leaving the glass without a single mark.

'What the hell does he need bullet proof glass out here for?' Asked the big man angrily

'Precaution.' Said Mona

Pulling a bobby pin from her hair the girl knelt down and jammed the small piece of metal into the lock. She wiggled it a couple of times, listening as the tumblers inside the lock raised and fell then suddenly pulled it hard. There was a brief clicking noise then the door slid open; she turned to the boys smiling.

'Where did you learn to do that?' Asked Angus surprised.

'It's an old trick. Come on get in' She said smiling.

The group filed into Nookington's and Samoe reeled. The smell was horrendous; he gagged and pulled his shirt up over his nose.

'God what is that?' he asked.

'Something's dead in here' replied Angus

Samoe could not see far, the drapes were closed blocking out almost all of the sunlight, huge steel security gates made opening them impossible. Samoe squinted and took a step forward, his foot sticking to the floor. With his heart racing he called out to the empty room:

'Hello?' His trembling voice echoed in the empty room.

There was no response, Angus found a light switch and flicked it on. The large fluorescents above flickered for a moment and then sprang to life. The invading light stung Samoe's eyes briefly but they quickly adjusted to the artificial brightness as the boy blinked, as his vision cleared, the true horror of the room was revealed causing a collective gasp from the group. The walls, floors and ceiling was covered in blood, it was long dried, clotted brown and peeling. The usually immaculately placed items were tipped and broken; the store was in complete disarray. He looked down and saw that his tennis shoes were sticking to the long dried blood that had pooled in front of the door. The boy cried out and jumped backwards, into a nearby display. Angus put a comforting hand on the boys shoulder to calm him.

'Looks like no ones home' Said Mona.

'Aye but whoever was here made quite a mess before they left, let's look around and make sure it's safe.' Said Angus hefting his huge axe 'I'll check the basement, Mona and Brock you two go upstairs. Samoe, you stay here if you see anything outside call us.'

'What? No I want to help you Angus' Said Samoe.

'Trust me laddie, you have been through enough today, I don't want you to be in anymore danger. Please just stay here, I'll be back in a minute, if we need any help we will call you. Just look around this store has long been deserted.'

Samoe sighed and nodded.

'Ok…you're right. I'll wait here; if I see the creatures coming I'll call.'

'Good lad' Said Angus smiling

The group quickly dispersed Mona and Brock gave Samoe one long look. He raised a hand to them lamely.

'You two be careful.' He said

'You too.' Said Mona

Samoe smiled at that and went about looking for an area relatively free of blood and saw it was over by the register. He went to it, shuddering as his feet stuck to the usually clean tile. He tried not to think about it, tried to not even look at it until he reached the register where he sat down, looking out of the locked door, waiting for the beasts to arrive.

The smell was worse the higher the two children went Mona and Brock climbed the narrow staircase in single file with the girl leading.

'Ugh gross.' She complained.

'It smells like bad!' Whined Brock

'Shut up you imbecile.'

She reached the top and the smell was so offensive it caused Brock to lose his breakfast all over the staircase. Mona sighed, great she thought now she had to deal with this and the stench of Brock's sick. Could today actually get any worse?

'Would you try and be quiet!' She said harshly

'I'm sorry, the smell gives me liquid hiccups' He said still retching.

Was it possible? Could someone actually be this damaged and still function Mona wondered to herself, shaking her head in annoyance she reached out. Resting a hand on the knob, she found it too sticky with dried blood. Mona turned the handle and swung the door inwards, what she saw made her attempt to scream, but no noise came save for a groaning whimper as her stomach heaved. In the corner were two tiny bodies, slumped on their backs, spread eagle. One of the bodies was almost completely stripped of flesh all that remained were bones covered with a few patches of fur and clotted blood. The second body was mostly intact save for a neat cut from its midsection all the way up to its chest. The entrails had been torn from the body and strewn across the floor, for some reason it made Mona think of party streamers, she shuddered. Fresh blood still seeped from the ruined organs, slowly trickling toward the terrified children. It was evident to Mona that the bodies had been killed downstairs and dragged up here to Nooks office, and it had not happened very long ago. The question that concerned Mona was the location of Tom, where was his body?

'Tom' she called quietly.

Nothing, hating herself she took a step into the room.

'Tom are you in here, are you ok?'

Another step, the room was dark; she could not see all the way to the back, the light seemed to shine solely on the two young corpses, highlighting them as if they were on display. As if whoever had done this to the children was proud of their work.

'Tom are you hurt? Who did this to your children?'

She heard a shallow breath come from the end of the room, could have sworn she did. Was it her imagination? She didn't think so. Taking another step she peered into the gloom but could see nothing. Another sound, a creaking floorboard, this time she was sure she had heard it. Looking over her shoulder Mona noticed that the door was much further than she remembered it being, how many steps had she taken? Brock stood by the door, holding on to the handle waiting to get as far away from this nightmare as he could. Mona suddenly wished that she had had the sense to wait by the door; maybe the kid wasn't so dumb after all. She turned back to take one last look at the children, a morbid curiosity she could not control when she saw it. There, standing over the two bodies was Tom Nook, or what had once been Tom. Looking into his eyes Mona knew there was not a shred of the jolly animal he had once been in those glazed over pupils. They shone with a fury Mona had never seen in any living thing before; it chilled her to the very core. His fur was patchy and peeling, its claws and teeth looked particularly menacing, covered in blood and bits of flesh. He was almost completely red from head to toe, covered in his children's blood. He growled a low sinister growl. Mona put a hand up and took a step back towards the door.

'Run Mona!' Screamed Brock

Nook snapped and lunged over the corpses, Mona wasted no time, spinning she bolted for the door. It seemed further away than ever, the blood stuck to her shoes pulling them down like quicksand. She knew that she was not moving fast enough and cursed her stupid feet, a feeling of being trapped inside a dream crossed her mind as the girl struggled vainly towards the threshold that seemed to stay just out of reach. She cried out in frustration and made one final lunge; Brock grabbed her arm and hauled her from the room, pulling the door closed behind him. A loud thump was heard as the feral fox connected with the hard wood and cried out in frustration. Tom began to tirelessly throw his weight against the barricade between him and young, fresh meat. Brock and Mona put their collective weight against the door trying vainly to stop the rabid beast from breaking through. This time Mona was able to muster a scream.

Moments before Mona and Brock opened the door to reveal the nightmarish scene inside Nooks office Angus descended into the basement. There too was a door, but it was clean and new and opened with ease. The basement inside was also clean, at least cleaner than it had been upstairs, the basement was old, dank and musky it stunk of dampness probably caused by mold but thankfully there was no blood. The basement was larger than the shop floor above and Angus was forced to enter the gloom in search of a light switch. The darkness blanketed him it was oppressive, seeming to press down onto Angus, he suddenly found it very difficult to breath. The man took a glance back from where he had come and saw comforting light filter through the open doorway. He breathed a sigh of relief, the basement frightened him, a fear that went back straight to his childhood. There had been times when his father would lock him in a basement much like this as a form of punishment. Quickly Angus dismissed the memory and mentally chided himself, he shouldn't be afraid of the dark anymore he was a grown man for god's sake! Chuckling he felt along the hard stone wall for a light switch. Angus knew he was alone but had to make sure, he was here to keep the children safe and that required him to be thorough. He would have to check every nook and cranny of the basement before he could feel fully safe. His hand brushed something, it was warm and wet and…furry. Letting his hand linger on the object he tried to furiously figure out what it could be, heart racing the man took a deep breath and held it. The object did not move, Angus pressed his fingers ever deeper into the object waiting for a claw to lash out at him, there was nothing. He grabbed the foreign item and yanked, it gave away with ease. Holding it up to the light he realized it was nothing but a fur coat, he let his breath out in a half a chuckle, allowing relief to wash over him it was short lived however. The door on the far side of the basement slammed shut, taking away the mans precious light source.

'No!' he cried

Forgetting everything as fear invaded his senses Angus ran back towards the door, he had to get back to the light, the light meant safety. A sound made him stop suddenly and cock his head, listening. From behind him Angus could hear a soft, impatient growling. Cursing himself for such an oversight he turned to face his invisible foe.

Samoe heard the scream from above and jumped into action, knowing instantly that they had run into trouble, unarmed no less and cursed himself for not going with them. Quickly Samoe searched the shop floor for a weapon; his hand fell onto a heavy paper weight next to the register. He scooped it up and tested the weight, it seemed like it could do some damage but he would have to get close and he did not want to get anywhere near these…things. He looked under the register and saw Nook had kept a wooden bat under there; pulling it out the boy tried a few practice swings. It was long but could it stand up to much damage? Could it kill one of those things? He did not know, another scream came, this time from the basement and he stopped. Which way should he go? He shook his head the question was foolish, Angus was big and the oldest of them all, he could take care of himself, he had to get to Mona and Brock. Racing towards the stairwell a glint caught his eye causing Samoe to stop mid stride. Standing propped up on a ceremonial stand was a Samurai Sword; it glinted in the artificial light from above, catching the smiling boy's reflection as he walked towards it. The boy scooped up the weapon, careful to keep the deadly sharp edge pointed away from him, how had he missed this? He wondered the weight of the weapon was exquisite; he sliced it through the air once with a deadly swish. It was the perfect weapon and Samoe felt safer just holding it. Another scream from upstairs and a bang then a cracking sounded. He rushed to the stairs and mounted them two at a time.

Angus stood in tomb like darkness vainly willing his eyes to adjust; he scanned the blackness but could see nothing. He held his axe in front of his chest, arms slightly extended to ward off any attackers. The growling seemed to be coming from every direction, echoing off the stone walls in the basement, pulling back his dominant leg into a fighter's stance Angus waited. He could hear shuffling in front of him and swung his axe in the general direction of the noise, there was a crashing sound as it obliterated a shelf. Broken wood and glass rained down on the man, a bark of fury and something rushing him from the side. He spun just in time, a weight knocked the big man off balance, and hot, rancid breath blew in his face as gnashing teeth snapped down inches from his nose trying to sink them deep into his flesh. The creature barked as Angus pushed up with the hilt of his axe, forcing the beast away from him. The creature backed off and Angus scrambled to his feet. Once again he swung the axe again but hit nothing. He did not hear the attack this time and a row of deadly sharp teeth sunk into his left bicep, he screamed out in agony, still though he did not waste the opportunity. Dropping his axe Angus grabbed the creature by the nape of the neck, claws sheared through the man's clothes and skin, the pain infuriated him; Angus lifted the creature high into the air, pulling it over his shoulder. The creature struggled, it was powerful and twice Angus almost lost his grip, he managed to get a knee on the creature's chest, pinning it to the floor. It continued to lash out at him, another clawed hand caught the man on the cheek, and Angus cried out in anger he grabbed its head in his hands, twisting it viciously until he heard a satisfactory snap. The creature instantly stiffened and then fell limp but that wasn't enough for Angus. Still angered at the creature he began to rain blows upon its dead body, shaking with fury and fear. Surely he had become infected, would he begin to act like one of them? He did not know he beat the body until his own hands bled, Angus didn't realize but he was weeping. Once he exhausted himself Angus lifter the creatures beaten body he carried it to the light. He had to see what had hurt him.

Samoe reached the top of the stairs with weapon in hand. The door bulged outwards alarmingly as Nook threw his weight at it once again. Samoe saw Mona she was wide eyed and crying, Brock stood, head bowed trying with all his might to keep the creature inside the room. The door itself looked moments away from smashing outwards completely.

'Get back' Said Samoe lifting his sword high

'No, Nooks in there he's…he's crazy!' Cried Mona

'I know Mona, Please get away from the door.'

This time the girl obliged, she took two steps back, turned and ran down the staircase.

'You too Brock'

'But he'll eat us Samoe'

'No…he won't…I'm going to make sure he doesn't' Said the boy.

Brock let go of the door and made for the stairs. It was funny thought Samoe, funny at how angry he was at these things. Not one hour ago he had been running in terror from one of these very creatures now he was about to face another in mortal combat. He was angry though; angry at how these things had turned his idyllic little village into a nightmare from hell. Angry at how they had changed his life forever. He wanted revenge and by god he was going to get it. Another slam, the door buckled, cracked even further but held. Samoe smiled, it was now or never. With a hard kick the door swung inwards and without any hesitation Samoe cleared the threshold and was in the room. Nook had taken the door to the face and lay a few feet in the room, dazed. Samoe rushed him, sword held high. The creature got to its feet and raced towards the boy. Samoe was shocked at how fast it was, it came at him on all fours, scrambling over the blood covered floor. The boy swung his sword in a deadly downward arc but his positioning was all wrong and he only took the creature's ear. The blade was deadly sharp and cut straight through with very minimal effort. Nook cried out in agony and fury while righting itself for another attack

'What's wrong with you things?' Asked Samoe furiously

The creature barked once, a hoarse pained sound and charged the boy again. Samoe stood his ground this time, sidestepping the creature and in one fluid motion held his sword outstretched at arms length. Momentum was not on Nooks side, confused by the deft movement of the boy he had no time to right himself, carrying himself straight into the extended blade. It separated his body from his legs in one neat, surgical like cut. Samoe spun the sword the deadly metal howling as it cut through the air; he turned on the creature and took its head clean off. The creature fell to the floor twitching and then lay still, dead. Samoe felt triumph rage through his body, he had done it! He had killed one of them! The pride he felt was better than any fishing trophy he could ever have been given.

'Oh god!' It was Mona

Samoe sighed and rushed towards the stairs, his short lived victory already forgotten.

When he reached the bottom of the stairs what he saw stopped him dead. Angus lay, hunched on the ground supporting himself on all fours. Under him was a barely recognizable K.K. Slider.

'Angus, are…are you ok?'

Angus shook his head and coughed, a stream of wet blood dribbled to the already stained floor.

'This thing got me. It was waiting in the basement…ambushed me in the dark.' He said through clenched teeth.

Samoe saw the bite mark on his arms, the claw marks on his back and face and knew Angus's was in serious danger

'Mona get some bandages and some medicine, we need to help him'

Mona obeyed without question; she went around looting the store for anything that could stem Angus's blood flow. She handed Samoe what she had found and he went about patching up the big man as best he could. As he cleaned the man's wounds with medicine he saw that the scratches in his back were the worst. They were at least two inches deep and there were many criss crossing across the man's heavily muscled back. Samoe wrapped bandages around his midsection and arm, there wasn't much that could be done for the man's face so he took some cloth and made Angus hold it there to try and stop the bleeding.

'How do you know first aid?' Angus asked.

Samoe thought for a moment and shook his head.

'I don't know' said the boy, genuinely confused.

'Uh guys?' said Mona 'You better come take a look at this'

Samoe went to the front door of the store and looked out. Creatures were pouring out of the forest towards the store. There had to be at least twenty of them, he could make out Mable and sable, Tortimer and Ressetti to name a few. They poured down the hill all infected and all enraged. Angus staggered towards the group.

'Brock, go get my axe laddie, I left it in the basement.'

Brock obeyed.

'You can't be serious Angus! Were not actually going to fight them.'

Angus shook his head,

'No we aren't…you three are going to get to the roof. I'm going to hold them off here.'

'Angus, no.' Said Samoe

Angus put up a bloodied hand to stop him

'I'm already done for Samoe, you three have to get out. Climb to the roof, there should be a fire escape to get down the back. Get out of here, head for the gates. Maybe it's safer beyond.'

'I can't let you,' Cried Samoe 'you saved me.'

'I saved you for a reason, you need to live Samoe, now go! Get out of here!'

Brock came with the axe and handed it to the big man.

'Go…please' Said Angus one last time.

The group reluctantly went to the stairs, the creatures were almost at the store now, there feral cries drowning out all other sound. Angus waved to the children and Samoe waved back.

'Good luck' Said Angus.

'You too.' Said Samoe, he was crying.

They turned and rushed up the staircase as the first of the creatures began throwing their bodies at the door. Their howls would haunt the children's dreams.