Disclaimer: I don't own Animal Crossing. If I did, I'd be swimming in a pool of cheese cake right now.
It was raining when I woke up. I turned to face my cabin clock. 10 am. Damn it's early. I pull a book from my kiddie bookcase and threw it at my Hi-Fi stereo. K.K. Rock blasts from the speakers. That helped me get out of bed…
…and trip over my train car model.
I cursed at it while I was falling, getting up, and beating it with my regal lamp. Then I threatened to sell it. Ha ha. Teaches you not to get in my way.
I open my exotic wardrobe and pull out my necessities for the day: a dress (bleck), a fishing pole, and a shovel. No point in bringing the net and I broke my axe while attacking a tree stump with my bottled up rage.
Yes, I'm aware of my problems. I'm psychotic, not stupid.
I grabbed a random umbrella when I ran downstairs. I prepared to open it when I opened the door. It was a little too late.
A whole swarm of raindrops dart to me like the bees from the hives I encountered. But this was a bit more painful. To me, of course.
I shut the door with much annoyance and stand there like a moron. Dripping wet and cold.
I didn't mention that I HATE water and coldness now did I? Well, I hate it. HATE IT! It's the curse of nature and an enemy to pyros like me. I have tiki torches guarding my bed, a bon fire in my living room, my nifty fire umbrella under a glass case and a murderous need for the fire shirt.
I stare at the door for a while. Damn you. I hate staying indoors. All the fun and dangerous items can be only use OUTSIDE a house. Like fireworks. Or dynamite. And other explosives.
I take a breath and open the door to run. But I slipped instead. I cursed aloud, not giving a damn about whether or not some "innocent" creature is listening. Not my fault. I get up and start walking to the beach. WALKING. I'm NOT a very patient person.
While I power walked to the stupid beach, I ran into a couple of loser animals I call neighbors. Esh, Bob the cross-dressing transgender pussy...cat. Creepy critter. Damn goodie two shoes too. MOVE OUTTA MY TOWN!
Then there's Monique, stupid bitch. She looks like she's been slapped with a compact eye shadow case. I bet it's because she whores around.
I just waved to both of them while I pass. Hopefully, they won't follow me. Stupid stalkers. Why can't they get a life?
Moving on with my life, I final-freaking-ly make it to the damn beach. The sand is wet, the dock is wet, I am wet and I don't see a fish ANYWHERE!
Wait, never mind. WHEE! GO REEL GO!
I hope it's that cole-coolf-coca cola fish thing. It's the really big one with the really big name. And not that damn…
Sea…
Bass…
…..
AW FAWK! IT'S THE DAMN SEA BASTARD! AURG!
As any money sane person in this world, I threw it away. And cursed at it aloud. CURSE CURSE CURSE! Then this damn nosey idiot dared to come up to me.
"Excuse me, but I think your shouting is scaring away the fish," he way-too-politely told me. Bite me.
I turn around to face him and speak in an articulate voice that he should fuck off, but stand I just there looking like a bigger idiot than he is.
He has the godly fire shirt. Oh. My. Lord.
"You….you have a fire shirt…" I'm stupefied right about now.
"Um….yeah I do." He looks down at it and stretches it out. DON'T TAUNT ME BOY!
I frown at him. I hate people who that better things than me. I blame my sister for that.
I examine him carefully. It's normally gets people nervous.
"Who the hell are you? I haven't seen you before." See how nice I am with welcomes?
"I'm…I'm Ryan, your new neighbor. I think. Your house is the really big one, right?"
"Yyyeaaah…" That or the fact that I'm the only one in the human neighborhood. Wait, did he say he's my neighbor?
"Which house is yours?" I wanna burn it.
"Um…the one with the green roof." Hey, I could throw a flaming wine bottle to that house.
"Just moved in?"
"Yeah…I worked off some of Nook's debt." Oh, that cheap ass. Sells things for twice as much as it should be and buys things for half the price is should be.
"Well, good luck paying it off." And I started to walk FAR away from this guy.
"Wait!"
"What now?" I growl. Stop wasting my time!
"Could you…um…" he pauses. "Help me out?" I blink.
"For what price?" I love money and money loves me.
"Maybe…for uh…" he looks down at his shirt. "This?" he points at it. Temptation....must not….rise….erug…
"Deal." I really gotta stop speaking my mind! I hate you boy! Grrrr!
"Oh thanks. Um…well, I just need to know things so if I have a question, I'm going to come to you ok?"
"Yeah yeah, sure." Idiot. Is that all you needed? After that, I continued to terrorize the sea bass and praise the others. The fishing trip was pretty long. Not that I have much to do anymore anyways.
After catching half the sea bass population and throwing them back in, I decided that I've done enough fishing and should go sell. Pulling out my umbrella, the pest comes back to bother me.
"Hey!" he calls to me.
"What now?" Go away! I wanna sellllll!!!!
"Um…it's kinda embarrassing, but….what's your name?"
"Maria. Need anything else?"
"I was….I was wondering if you were heading over to Nook's. I'm going top, so do you wanna walk there together? Well, he's a bit too friendly and I was hoping that he wouldn't be as uh…forceful if there were two of us." Again with the walking! Ugh. Stupid boy.
"Fine. But just this once." I'm never too social with anyone. Damn that shirt.