:.The Meeptown Chronicles.: Story two: But I Didn't Push the Button!
Disclaimer: Animal Crossing, as well as all the (animal) characters, is copyrighted by Nintendo, not myself. If I did own it, I wouldn't be writing a fanfic. If you think about it, it's rather silly to write a fanfic about your own series, now isn't it? Now that I've bored you with this awfully long disclaimer, I think it's about time I stopped typing in bold.
Humans in this town: Lizzy (female), Doodlez (My character -, female), Chic-e (Supposed to be Chicky, but the kid's a bad speller, male), and Flaffy (female).
A special thanks goes out to Lizzy and Flaffy, they helped out with some of the story. Love ya, sistas. D
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Kiki purred happily, soaking in the morning light. Today was going to be beautiful. It was six o' clock and it was time to water the flowers in her front yard. She strolled merrily from cosmos to cosmos (those were her favorite kind), tipping the watering can over their heads to sprinkle them with water. After she was done, she looked over the pretty little flowers in adoration, when a few of them started wiggling.
Curiously, the feline watched while they wiggled faster and faster, and then she yelped. The earth underneath her favorite patch of flowers uprooted, and all of a sudden a flurry of flowers and dirt shot up into the sky. "My flowers!" she squeaked. She then watched as a gopher in a bright yellow hardhat surfaced, muttering angrily.
Kiki walked up to the little creature. "Um, excuse me, kittycat..."
"Do I look like a kittycat to you, you nihilistic idiot!" shouted the outraged gopher, swinging his arms wildly, eyes bulging out.
"No, kittyca-- um, sir. What seems to be the problem, ki-- sir?" said Kiki uneasily.
"Problem! You know very well what the problem is, young lady! STOP PRESSING THE FLIPPIN' RESET BUTTON, YOU TWERP!"
"Reset button? What reset button?" pondered the utterly confused Kiki.
"WHAT RESET BUTTON! WHAT RESET BUTTON! AAAAAAARGH!" the poor thing screamed at the top of his lungs. It looked like soon he could actually explode. He panted heavily, clutching his chest. "My doctor warned me about people like you," he wheezed, "I could die from people like you, Flaffy."
"Flaffy? I'm not Flaffy," the bewildered cat replied.
"What? Speak up, kid. I've got dirt in my ears," grouched the grouchy one.
"I said I'm not Flaffy, kitt-- sir." repeated Kiki, a little louder this time.
"You're not?" said the gopher, scratching his dirt-covered head. He sighed. "Sorry. I forgot to put in my contact lenses today. Stupid human made me have to get digging before I even had the chance to put 'em in. Poked myself in the eye, too. It hurt." By this point in time, he had ruined all of her flowers.
"Flaffy lives next door, kittycat," replied Kiki, forgetting to correct herself. "If you want, you can borrow my glasses... Oh, wait. I lent them to Claude. Sorry. Nevermind." She waved goodbye as Resetti jumped back in his hole and burrowed away. Not too much longer, she watched the tree in front of her house shake violently, hearing a loud thunk and a muffled stream of curses from below the ground.
Meanwhile, Flaffy sat on the beach, casting out her fishing pole. The bumbling idiot didn't even bother to put on bait. She swung the pole violently and the bobber smacked against the water's surface. Next to her lied an empty bucket labeled "Fish" and a boot. "Ooh! I think I got something!" She pulled against the weight holding down the hook. She pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled until it finally surfaced. You see, Flaffy didn't know how to use the reel, either.
She squealed with delight at her catch. It was another boot. "Now I have a pair!" she cheered. She took one slime-covered boot, and slid it on her foot. She picked up the other boot, riddled with mud and seaweed, and pushed her other foot into it, making a squish sound. She danced up and down the beach, her boots going squish squash squish squash. Beneath those boots, her feet were silently gagging from the stench. Not that Flaffy would notice.
However, Flaffy did notice something else. The ground was rumbling under her feet. "Earthquake!" she shouted, and proceeded to screaming and running in circles. She was still doing so even a few seconds after the rumbling stopped. She stared at the ocean, which was now bubbling. "Ooh, that's gotta be one big fish!" said Flaffy, grabbing her fishing pole.
She cast out into the ocean, and pulled immediately. The bobber flew back and smacked her in the face. If anyone asks, I'll just say I got stung by bees, she thought to herself. She cast out a second time, this time having the brains to wait for a tug... Well, that was, if she had brains at all. The bobber moved up and down, so she pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and did a little dance and pulled and pulled until she pulled out a yellow construction hat attached to a coughing and sputtering Mr. Resetti.
Her eyes widened. "Uh-oh," she said. Her eyes darted around the acre, making sure nobody was looking, and then she threw Resetti back into the water. She dropped the fishing pole and bolted back to her house, squish squashing all the way.
THE END