Gyroid Translations

Chapter 6

Disclaimer- I regret to inform you all that I do not own Animal Crossing, nor the company who created it. I only happen to be borrowing some of their characters. All the annoying little characters, who act rather like the gyroids themselves, belong to that company.

Carmen Aistrup- Ack!! I am so sorry that it has taken so long to update this! I was so incredibly busy over the last part of the summer, I barely had time to do anything. I just want to say thank you that you like this so much, and wanted to apologize for the gynormous delay. I have no intention of abandoning this little thing. Though, to be fair, I don't think it will be going much longer. I have so much other stuff to do that it might just have to come to a close here in a couple of chapters. Oh, and I think it's spelled Awesomelicious. But your way works just as well.

White Flames 17- Thanks for the review! I am so glad to hear that you and your sisters like my story. Please tell than I thank you all for your support. Thanks!!

Lioness Blackfire- Yea!!! New reviewer! Hmmm... As to your questions, they are good ones. I think that the gyroids haven't yet figured out that the large, pink, fleshy things are intelligent enough to bother talking to. But I'm not sure how much of the information they take in is processed. I assume that if the one can have an opinion about the decorum of a room, then I think they can process quite a bit of it. And as to music, yes, they do respond to music. In the earlier chapters there was Treble, and all he talked about was music.

A/N- I would thank all of you who also reviewed this individually, but I'm at a computer at the moment that has no access to the internet and I can't remember what everyone said. But know that all your reviews mean a lot to me, thank you. As I said above, I am incredibly sorry that it has taken me this long to get it posted. My summer went...away... after July, and I've not really found any time to work on my fics. That being said, I won't take up any more time rambling at you, and I'll let you read this long awaited and very overdue edition. Enjoy!!

When I woke up the next morning, the episode from the night before was still fresh in my mind. The comments made about my room really stung. I liked what I had; it suited me perfectly. But now I wondered if the gyroids thoughts about my room were a reflection of those of the animals of Phaze. I squirmed a bit, uncomfortable with that thought.

And other than making me feel extremely self-conscious about my house, the gyroid had gotten me thinking of something else entirely. Over the course of the past three weeks, I had let the translator thing rule my life. I did nothing but eat, sleep, and listen to little machines. I had neglected things like decorating my house to please the Happy Room Academy, search for things around town with which to fill up the local museum (which was painfully empty at the moment), and of course pay off my debt to Mr. Nook. And besides the important stuff, I was missing out on all the fun little activities around town. I had lost so many opportunities to do some good shopping and trading while wandering salesmen were in town.

So right then and there I decided to spend at the very least two days a week out in town, doing normal town activities. At first I made no move to get up, after all, I had spent all day yesterday wandering around town. Technically, I could leave off today and finish my two day quota later in the week. But then I thought about and decided I really didn't want to. That was being lazy and indulgent. I needed to get out and around.

I sat there on my exotic bed for a while, trying to figure out something to do that wasn't running errands or making money; I wanted to do something fun. Finally it dawned on me, I needed to go traveling. I could go to another town and make new friends and do some shopping. And who knew, maybe I would find something there that one couldn't get in Phaze.

Resolved, I got up and threw some outfit on; it didn't really matter to me which one I wore. Then I bolted down some breakfast and emptied my pockets, except for some Items I thought I maybe could barter with. I rushed out the door, not even bothering to look down at the four, well three now, gyroids sitting silently on the floor. Outside I stopped just long enough to check my mail, which consisted of the letter from the HRA telling me, in very nice terms, that they thought my room was excruciatingly ugly. I promptly threw that one away. I did not care a lick what they thought.

Feeling much better, I jogged the short distance to the train station. As usual, the monkey in the conductors uniform was there waiting for me; sometimes I wondered if he was psychic and just knew when I wanted to travel, or if that was his sole purpose in life, to help me get on and off the trains. I have to admit, I am completely mystified at how he is able to help me on the train then somehow race the train the next town, and win, in order to see me safely off the train. I tried asking him once, but he ignored the question and wished me a nice trip, he says that every time, and I always thought it sounded like a programmed response. Poor creature, his job must get so monotonous.

Shaking off my musings, I ascended the stairs to the train platform. "Good morning!" I greeted him.

"Are you taking a trip?" he asked cheerily. I nodded. "Yup."

He looked a little confused. "Where would you like to go, you have two choices; either Hyrule or Mordor?"

I almost did a double take, until I remembered that another little town had recently been established down the way a bit from Phaze. It threw me off because I'd never had to pick before, it was just a matter of getting on the train and arriving at a different town.

"Mordor," I decided. I had been to Hyrule a couple of times before, and while it would have been nice to visit my friends there, I was in a more adventuresome mood. Besides, Mordor was a new town and the animals who lived there had to come from somewhere else, maybe they had some interesting stories to tell or goods to sell.

"All right. The train will be here shortly. Let me get you ready for your departure." But all that consisted of was of him standing there and staring at me some more. Even though he wasn't doing anything, I still got the feeling something important was going on around me that I couldn't see.

As promised, the train arrived several seconds later and I boarded with no hassle; not that I had ever been hassled before getting on the train, but whatever. The only thing that was wrong with the trip was that the blue cat, I think his name was Rover, appeared like magic again and began talking.

All too soon the train slowed to a stop, and I had to stem the flow of words that emanated from the lips of the annoying blue beast in front of me in order to mumble a polite goodbye and leave the train car. As I exited I noticed the monkey guy from Phaze had, yet again, beat me to the other station and was waiting to help me off. I really wanted to know how he did it. If I could figure it out, I would forsake the train altogether. But I shrugged it off as best as I could; I was bound and determined to have fun here.

Not knowing what was around here to do, I set out in search of the Police Station. I had discovered long ago that it was much easier to travel if you had a map. I had also learned that the best place to get a map was from the local Police Station.

Soon I had found the station and had acquired myself a town map. I was sort of surprised to learn that this town was laid out much the same way Phaze, and even Hyrule, were. There was a museum, a post office, a police station, a store, a wishing well, and a dump, all positioned roughly in a square around a river that flowed through the center of the town. I wondered vaguely if having a river through the middle of the town site was a requisite.

I examined the map for a good time while I decided where I wanted to go first. Finally, I decided to check out the town store. Maybe they had some neat stuff on sale there. Maybe they had the rest of the exotic collection! That would make the HRA happy, a well-coordinated room. It was worth a shot at least. So off I ran for Acre A-5.

I was rather disappointed. The store had turned out to be a bust; it was a tiny hole-in-the-wall shop hardly big enough to hold the storeowner and three items. Actually, the whole town had turned out to be one big bust. The museum was painfully empty; there had been absolutely no donations at all, not even a cockroach. The post office was still under construction, and I had been shooed rudely out of the building by a huffy and ill-tempered magenta pelican. The dump, if it could be called that, had nothing in it, the fence around it was already broken, and there were large patches of grass growing in it. The lost and found in the Police Station was no better. The police officer in charge of the lost items must have been drunk, for he stuttered and trailed off when I asked him a question. I hadn't met any locals yet; none of them were in their houses and I hadn't run into any of them walking through the woods. The only place I hadn't tried was the Wishing Well, but I really didn't have high hopes for that either.

As I had suspected, the Wishing Well was no better off. The water in it was brown and murky and the tree behind it, while it was large, was wilted. But I decided to ask it what was wrong with this forsaken town anyway. Maybe there was some reason for all this pathetic neglect.

"Remove from the ground the object that poisons the morale of our village and happiness shall once again return to Mordor," was all it said to me. While that made absolutely no sense to me what so ever, it did pique my interest. If there was an object buried somewhere around here that was responsible for the sad state of the town, I wanted to know what it was.

So I whipped out my trusty shovel and began casting about for signs of buried items. I searched for the better part of a day, and surprisingly I didn't find many buried things. For a town as new as this, and in some places still under construction, there should have been far more things under the surface of the ground than there were.

I was searching along the side of a cliff face, walking and watching the ground, when the wall suddenly veered off to the left and I stumbled upon an alcove, so to speak, in the side of the cliff. Without hesitation, I walked down in. About twelve feet from the break in the wall I noticed the tell tale crack in the ground that denoted an item buried just underneath the soil. I noted its place and passed it by, deigning instead to get it on my way back to the normal cliff face.

The light grew dimmer and the leaves thicker the farther back I went into the alcove. It was then I realized that it was fall here in Mordor. That was quite strange, as it was late spring back in Phaze, and it was only a short train ride from Phaze to Mordor. Either way, it had nothing to do with my goal here. Searching the ground for cracks became harder, the leaves piled up obscured my view of the ground, and I had to take to sweeping the leaves away with my feet to see what was beneath them.

As I reached the end of the alcove, there lay an especially large pile of leaves. It was innocent looking enough, but I had a sneaking suspicion that what I searched for was beneath that pile. Quickly I scattered the leaves, and through the gloom I did indeed find a small crack. Hastily I dug my shovel into the earth just in front of that crack and levered the blade up. The soil gave way to the superior power of my shovel and in it's wake left a perfectly round hole. In the dim light it was hard to see what I had uncovered, but as I bent closer, I was disappointed for about the sixth time today. It was a small, grubby gold ring. Not even really large enough to fit on my smallest finger. If this was the bane of Mordor, they chose some odd things to be afraid of.

I shook my head contemptuously and started back the way I had come. Then I remembered the other crack by the door. Maybe this ring wasn't the bane of Mordor, and I had passed it up in favor of exploration! I hurried back and quickly located the second crack. Without pausing to set myself up, I rammed my shovel into the dirt and hauled up. The shovel came out with a resounding crunch and the object I had unearthed flew over my head and into another pile of leaves. I didn't bother to cover up my hole, but instead searched furiously through the dried up leaves.

After a moment or two of frantic searching, I located it. This too was a disappointment, but a lesser one than the ring. It was a gyroid.

At the sight of this small machine, my old interest in the translator rekindled. What could this one possibly have to talk about? Could it have the same mad obsession as one of my other gyroids? More questions raced through my brain and I felt an overwhelming urge to go home and turn on the translator again.

Without a backward glance, I raced through Mordor, the ring forgotten, and boarded the train. I had to get home and find out what this new machine held in store!

A/N- Wheeeee!!! Finally done. Again, my many apologies for the long delay in updating. I never meant it to take this long. Well, thanks again for bearing with this absurdity!!