Thanks for the amazing reviews! Keep em' up! So this is how things are going to work for my chapter lengths from now on: If I get 1-2 reviews, you get a short chapter (1,000 words), if I get 3-4 reviews, you get a medium chapter (2,000 words), and if I get 5+ reviews, you get a long chapter. (starting at 3,000 words, but it will increase depending on how many reviews I get!) Why am I doing this? Because I just LOVE reviews! No matter what the length is, I'll still try to keep my updates as frequent as possible!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harvest Moon. If I did, no scary mayors would be in the games…They're always so short…and scary. Well, I don't own it!

Sara: I'm glad you like it! Haha, I like that part, too. But what do I know? Of course I love pretty much every part! Thanks for the review and idea! It's a shame you'll have to wait to find out what Angie's mysterious secret is.

Fantasy-Hearter: Yep, no problem! (But sorry you have to pee!) I promise you'll eventually find out why she's so crazy and weird. Well, here's your update!

OK, enjoy the awesome Chapter 6 of G.O.D.! (I think I'll be calling it that for a while.)

Chapter 6

Preparations

Angie woke up after a peaceful Nerf-gun-free sleep. She sat up on her bed, rubbed her eyes, and stretched like a cat. She stood up and drowsily made cereal. She can't cook, but if she does, someone usually ends up in the hospital. She didn't like to think about hospitals because of Irene. Angie was going to give her hell at that party. Six more days! She finished eating her cereal and felt a pang of loneliness inside her small home. She needed a pet or something. Just not a pet elf. She doesn't tend to take care of them very well.

She got ready and left her house. Maybe she should upgrade it with her hundred-thousand Gold? Or should she buy the clinic to put Irene and Jin out of business?

She glanced over at the empty field of dirt outside her house. Was she supposed to grow food on that shit? She shrugged and pointlessly walked around Caramel River District. She saw a few cute little animals but accidentally killed a frog by accidentally dropping her hammer…by accident. She kept walking and found herself standing in front of a beautiful waterfall, next to a hideous stalker guy. She had the urge to throw-up when she saw his creepy, squinted eyes.

"Hello, Angie. How are you this fine morning?" he asked, sounding creepy. He always sounds so creepy, but Angie recently figured out he wasn't a rapist…as far as she knew.

"Terrible." she replied.

"Why is that?" he asked, confused.

"Because I saw your ugliness, and it has ruined my whole day. So thanks a lot!" she said and sighed.

"I'm so sorry for being ugly!" he said, seeming not sarcastic, but honestly upset.

"Uh…That's OK. I forgive you if you give me a couple of the worms you use for fish bait."

"Of course! I'll try to avoid you so I don't freak you out with my demented face!" he said, handing her a few pink and slimy worms.

"Yeah, you better, you weirdo!" she said as she placed the worms in her swamp mud cup. She was going to use that somehow in her amazing game. She had no more use for Toby, so she pushed him into the little lake by the waterfall. She tried to tune out his screams and desperate splashing.

Angie stomped off, happy to get away from that squinty creep, who was starting to drown. She left Caramel River District and visited Sundae Inn.

Maya screamed when Insane Asylum Angie walked into Sundae Inn. (That was the nickname she gave her.)

"H-Hi Insa-I mean-Angie!" she said nervously with fake cheerfulness while wiping a table.

Angie just glared at the girl. Then Maya frantically looked around and scampered into the kitchen.

"GET THE HELL OUT OF MY KITCHEN, YOU ANNOYING BITCH!" someone screamed from the kitchen right as Maya ran in.

"But Chasey, you love me!"

"Not this crap again! NOW GET OUT BEFORE I TAKE OUT MY BUTCHER KNIFE"

Maya ran back out of the kitchen with a tear-streaked face and more tears welling up in her eyes. A moment later, her sadness turned into anger.

"Ins-Angie, can you pretty please shoot Chase for me?" she asked sickeningly sweet.

"Sorry, Maya, but my schedule's full at the moment." Angie said sarcastically, with fake sadness.

"Oh, that's too bad. Maybe another time?" she replied, full of false hope.

"…Yeah."

Angie approached the kitchen, took a deep breath, and walked in, expecting the worst.

"AAAHHH!" she screamed at the top of her lungs when the gigantic butcher knife flew towards her and got stuck in the wall behind her. It looked like it was about two centimeters away from her face. Well, that was definitely more than she had expected.

Chase worriedly walked up to poor Angie, whose eyes were still wide with shock.

"Uh…Hehe…Sorry about that, I thought you were Maya…" he said nervously, waiting for her to get out of her trance. Did she have heart failure, or something?

"…I need a drink." she said after a few minutes of silence. She pulled the knife from the wall and slowly handed it back too Chase. She did so with caution; she didn't want to be giving knives to possibly unstable maniacs, now did she?

"Sorry, the bar isn't open yet." Chase said, placing the knife back on the counter.

Angie opened her mouth to demand alcohol, but was interrupted by Maya running in.

"OMG, Angie! I heard you, like, scream! Are you, like, OK!" Maya yelled. Late, much?

"Yes, Maya. I am, like, totally trippin'." She sarcastically replied. She felt a pang of sympathy towards Chase. Now she knew how he got so sarcastic around everyone. The little brat pushed him into the bad habit by being her annoying self.

"Kay, that's awesome! Angie, you are, like, so my new BFF! Sorry Chasey, don't get jealous just because I have another BFF now!" she said. Well, more like screeched.

"Yeah. Whatever." Chase said while cooking.

"Chase I want-I mean Gill wants you to make the food on this list for the party next week." she said, handing him a list of food she made on her way to Sundae Inn.

"Isn't this a little girly to be Gill's handwriting?" Chase questioned.

"Uh…Well, he did get it on with Bo yesterday…" she said as an excuse.

"Oh, I see. I kind of suspected Gill to be gay, considering how he always writes in that damn diary of his."

"Yeah, that's scary. So, get to work or whatever. Bye!" she said before leaving. She would definitely be coming back tonight for that drink.

Angie found Luke chopping a tree by the carpenter's.

"Hey, Lukey!" she said walking up to Luke and admiring how she tends to add a "y" to the end of people's names.

"Hi, Angie! Did you hear about Bo's triple affair?" Luke asked, full of excitement. When wasn't he excited about something?

"I only know of Bo getting feisty with Gill and Chase." she said.

"Oh. Don't tell anyone, but…last night I heard Bo screaming "Oh, Mayor Hamilton! Oh! Oh!"."

For once, Angie was at a loss for words.

"Yeah, I know! It's terrifying, isn't it! Just between you and me…Bo has about fifty shirtless men posters in his room…most of them are Taylor Lautner." Luke said, seeming more than eager to gossip with her.

"Yum. Never mind, now that I think about Bo owning a bunch of Taylor's abs. What else does he keep in his room?" She asked, realizing that Luke probably looked through all of Bo's belongings. She already started to regret the question.

"Definitely not condoms. Not that he would nee-" he was cut off by Angie smacking his arm with a pickle.

"You need to learn when to shut up! TMI!" she yelled feeling sick to her stomach.

"Sorry. He does have pink bedding, though! Also when I looked through his closet, I swear I saw a dress, Angie! A freaking dress!"

"Uh. That's cool. I hope he doesn't flirt with too many guys at the party. We don't need Julius getting jealous and angry, now do we? So, it's your job to keep him from flirting." she said.

"OK, but what if he flirts with me?" Luke replied.

"That's your problem now. Bye!" Angie said, running away from the terrified Luke.

Angie headed over to Souffle Farm to remind the losers living there to actually show up to the party.

"Hello." Ruth and Craig said simultaneously in a monotone voice when Angie walked into their seed store.

"...Hi. I just wanted to remind you to actually show up at the party next week because if you don't, you'll be turned into pants." Angie said.

Craig and Ruth's expressions were blank.

"We will show up. I have to go find Anissa to give her this information. Good-Bye." Ruth said, leaving.

Angie wondered if Craig and Ruth were robots. They're so boring!

"Angie, since you're a new farmer, I'm going to take you outside to teach you the farming basics." he said.

"No."

"Yes."

"Hell no."

"Ow!" Angie yelled. Craig was twisting Angie's arm with inhuman strength. His face remained without any expression, whatsoever.

"F-Fine!" Angie said, and Craig released his painful grip.

"Freak." Angie muttered as Craig led her outside to their boring dirt plots.

"Now that we are outside…"

"No shit." she murmured.

"…I can teach you the basics of farming. First, in order to plant the seeds you must…" Angie stopped listening to him by that point, so she focused all of her attention by staring at a mole on his boring face, and she thought that it was shaped like a unicorn.

Craig stopped talking for a moment and took out some strange tool that was likely used to farm. It's not like Angie cared or anything.

"This is your hoe." Craig said, offering it to her. Angie took it the wrong way and became furious.

"I. Am. Not. A. Freaking. PIMP!" she exploded, smacking away this so called "hoe".

Craig still didn't have any expressions on his face. She noticed that Craig hasn't blinked since she arrived at his farm.

Angie stormed off angrily, ignoring Craig's explanation about how "farmers are only successful with the proper tools".

She saw that the sun had set by then, so she made her way over to the bar.

"HEY KATHY GIMME SOME VODKA!" she screamed.

"Sure thing y'all! Comin' right up!" she replied.

Angie glanced at the bar seats near her and noticed a wasted, little Chloe, and a wasted Witch.

She got her drink, but before she could even take a sip, Chloe started begging her for it.

"Angie, please give me your dink! Please, please, please!"

"No. Aren't you too young to be drinking?"

"Uh…No. So give me your drink. Now!" she cried.

"Sorry, but you're going to have to get your own, sweetie." she said and took a big gulp.

Chloe's whininess soon turned into anger. She had a big temper tantrum and started hitting Angie, who was on her third glass. Everything that happened afterwards was a blur.

She woke up a few hours later, rubbing her throbbing head. All she could remember was throwing Chloe on top of a table, and the Witch cheering her on.

"Hey, it's almost time to close up the bar." Kathy said to Angie, who was lying on the floor.

"H-How come you look like an orange possum?" Angie asked while trying to focus her vision.

"Come on, Angie. You have to leave the bar now. If Chloe managed to crawl out of here, you can too."

"I'm so much awesomer than that little dirtbag." she said, attempting to crawl out of the bar.

An hour later, Angie was crawling down the path that led to Caramel River district. She stopped for a minute to vomit on a cute cat that was sleeping near a bush.

She groaned and continued to crawl.

She finally made it to her house and tried to stand up while leaning against the front door. She dug through her pockets for her keys, but a memory of the bar came back to her.

"Hey, Chloe! I'm gonna throw you on that table next time you slap me!" SLAP.

She grabbed hold of Chloe's head and swung her around a few times before letting go. She landed on a table and rolled off of it.

"WOO! Go Angie!" the Witch cheered drunkily.

Chloe crawled over to Angie, stood up, and bit her arm.

"Damn it, Chloe! I'm going to buy a gun from Mr. Ham and shoot you dead!" she screamed.

"Wait! How about we have a drinking contest to find out who's cooler?" Chloe asked innocently.

"Fine, but you're so going to lose!"

"It's ON!"

Thirty minutes later…

"Hey, let's see who can put the most stuff in their drink and manage to stomach it all!" Angie slurred.

"OK!" Chloe said drunken, and she put her gloves into her drink.

"Ha, ish that all you got?" Angie asked, throwing her flip-flop into her drink.

Chloe glared and put Mr. Ham's Gill training whistle into her drink.

"My turn!" Angie said happily, putting her house keys in.

"Kay, now it's time to drink them!" Chloe said, and she drank her whole glass. So did Angie.

"Ish a tie!" the Witch exclaimed before falling off her seat.

After a few minutes, Chloe threw-up.

"I win!" Angie yelled and passed out.

After remembering what happened, Angie quickly shoved her finger down her throat and coughed up her keys.

She shoved her keys into the lock and collapsed on her bed. Before falling asleep, she glanced at her clock. 5:30 a.m.

Angie woke up the next afternoon with a massive headache. She sighed, realizing that she didn't have any asprin, and there was no way she would go to the clinic for some.

She rolled out of bed, and wobbled her way outside after getting dressed and brushing her teeth to hide the smell of alcohol.

She reached Waffle Town and felt someone tap her shoulder.

"What happened to you last night?" Chase asked, observing her signs of a hangover.

"I got in a bar fight with a child." she said simply, before wobbling away.

Thanks for reading chapter 6 and don't forget to review, so you can get a long chapter! (: