Let's play a game in which we pretend that I didn't take an unannounced, eight month break and play it off as the week following the usual update, hm? As per usual, reviewer responses.
TheFrigginShogun: The mayor, while lazy, will not hesitate to order others around, especially for his own benefit.
Mighty No. 55: Thank you, I suppose today is your lucky day!
tky2626 & Keya: Thank you!
Krulla Chief: While that is comical, I don't think it's in character with Isabelle's mechanical, forced, meta NPC characterization.
Kingtutgaming: No requests here bucko, just laziness and priorities.
Word Count: 591 words.
Req .35: Isabelle's Intermission
The mayor begins his Thursday morning like all others, with a cup of jojo and an undeniable case of morning wood. Fortunately, the latter is easily ridden of following a session of shamelessly whacking it to softcore porn, all of which can be attributed to the godliness that is the Parabolic Antenna. In the eyes of the ever-corrupt mayor, a better project does not exist.
Opening the door to greet the blindingly bright atmosphere of Dicktown, the mayor cringes with gritted teeth, one hand on the knob, the other holding his mug and shielding his eyes from the glistening sun.
"Shit.." he mumbles, sharp tongue still intact, "What time is it..? How long was I out for?"
It fortunately doesn't take long for the mayor to become adjusted to his new surroundings, something that can be accredited to the sunglasses he retrieves from his bottomless pocket inventory, a hammerspace of all things on-cart and downloadable.
Ready to tackle the day in the most despondent way possible, the mayor trudges to his mailbox, where he pockets the mail. While a good bulk is nothing but inane requests that can be easily delegated to his secretary, there are a few sentimental pieces, one of which comes from the mayor's mother.
The mayor pauses as he flips to it, and in that intermission, he relives a few jarring memories he'd rather not retain.
"Eugh.."
The final letter is addressed with stationary directly from Town Hall, meaning that there can only be one person responsible for sending it.
'Isabelle..'
The last person he wants to deal with, and for good reason. There isn't a single particle within his soul that isn't always sucked out by the giddy, energetic, bubbly vibes emanating from the peppy pores on her hellhound body.
And yet, he feels obligated to open the letter, which he does so as he paces out into the open road, blissfully unaware of the dangers that await him.
Dear mayor,
Hey! Good news, mayor! The pre-approved track is finally ready to be used! It took some dedicated manpower, I believe it's quite possibly the biggest request we've done in ages! A lot of people got their hands dirty trying to dig out a good circuit (even Fuchsia picked up a shovel!). I've cleared out the streets just like you requested, and all villagers have been politely informed to stay behind the railings if they wish to view the fun! Aren't you excited? This'll attract so many visitors to our cozy little town! Hee hee, who knows? Maybe you'll even see me burning rubber!
- Isabelle
He has to read it twice. Once to read it, the second to let it register. Sadly, it doesn't help.
"..The fuck is she talking about? I don't remember approving any-"
The mayor pauses again. His ears resonating with a particular noise coming from within the distance.
"That sound.. An engine? Wait a minute.."
He starts putting the pieces together. The cleared out roads, the digging to make them appear wider and more open, the inane townspeople informed to keep safe because they're too insipid to do it themselves, it's all coming together.
The mayor looks down to realize that his little jog has taken him dead in the middle of the road, the engine growing ever louder. At that point, everything begins to make sense, and the mayor's heart sinks a little.
"...Oh fu-"
"WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! WALUIGI TIME!"
He is promptly run over by an odd, lanky, purple twig man.
Turning the Town into a Circuit to Profit from DLC: Pre-Approved.