Confused Doesn't Even Begin To Describe It

By: Musical Enigma

Disclaimer: I don't own Harvest Moon or any of its creators

Chapter Eight: Connect the Dots

Note: Okay, so I took a very long time to write this, and yes I do realize that. I guess I need a bit more motivation (hinthint: review) but yeah, I think the next chapter will be the last. Then I'll be starting another harvest moon fic more than likely- so don't desert me just yet! Okay, well, you know what to do!

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I made it home, to say the least, in one piece. If you ignore the fact that Hugh threw a rock at me, Muffy stole my left shoe, my parents both screamed at the sight of me, and my wallet was missing. Yeah…I've had better days…nights…whatever. My parents finally talked to me once I got out of the shower, nice and clean and bound to get dirty once more within the next hour or two.

"Son, we need to talk to you about something."

I stared at the people I called mom and dad, waiting for their probable and almost unavoidable explanation of what one should do when attacked my three monstrous midget elf…sprite…things. Or at least, that might happen once I told them the story…

"Rock dear," Ruby began, "honey are you being bullied again?"

"Mom please, it's been like, a whole month since I've been bullied."

I could feel myself turn into a deep crimson by the memories of being bullied by a child one eighth my size and about one sixteenth my age; a child who happened to go by the name of Hugh. But then again…I'd rather be beaten up by him than the three every tinier persons I encountered last night…at least Hugh got punished after words!

"Because we know that you look nothing like us, heck, you don't even have the same morale or principles. But if that's why you are being bullied--"

"Mom, I'm not being bullied…"

I stopped short as I suddenly realized that I did look nothing like my parents. I was blonde…albino…and, from what I can tell, way better looking. Things started coming together as I began to connect the dots. I put down my 'FUN! PUZZLES FOR KIDS!' book, making sure to leave the pencil on the page of my connect the dots and stared my parents in the eyes…okay, so I had to look back and forth between them…big whoop…

"Am I an alien?"

My parents stared at me blankly, and I nearly died…metaphorically. I was an alien! It all made sense now- why I was poor with no motives, why I was trapped in some totally random secluded village, why the hobo of the town constantly tormented and stalked me, and especially why I was so irresistible. I slammed my 'FUN! PUZZLES FOR KIDS!' book on the table (twice for effect) then ran out the door screaming.

"I AM AN ALIEN! FEAR ME! BUY ME SODA! FEAR ME! BOO! I COMMAND YOU TO GIVE ME BACK MY SHOE! OW! OKAY, YOU CAN HAVE IT! I DON'T NEED SHOES! I…I'LL JUST FLY EVERYWHERE!"

And then I jumped off of the well and tried (and failed) to fly. Figuring I wasn't one of the super awesome flying aliens, I remembered my mind power over electricity. Laughing, I ran into the bar and slammed the door, not doing much to the effect of my new identity, but bringing attention to me.

"Okay, Muffy, give me a Moon trip or else I'm going to turn off…THE ELECTRICITY! OW!"

Before I could even attempt to add more threats to the well being of the bar, Takura walked in and whacked me with the door. I scowled at the solid wood, angry for the fact that it didn't like me, the alien. Stupid racist door…

"Rock, get your ass out of here before I--"

No more was needed to be said, I ran out the door in humiliation of my failure and the fact that I might need to start earning money to pay for stuff.

"What loser left their wallet here?"

"Probably some stupid, unemployed dork-face…"

"Who do we know like that?"

"Well, there's that crazy murdering psycho Rock."

"The one named after an inanimate object?"

"Exactly"

Despite the fact that my self-esteem lowered in overhearing this conversation, I journeyed over to the speakers to retrieve my wallet. Unfortunately, the persons speaking weren't exactly pleased to see me…maybe because just the night before, I tried to drown one in a pond…

"Hey guys!"

I tried my best to sound nonchalant and, not menacing, vengeful, and ready to squish their small, worthless beings. However, the damn sprites all ran, carrying my precious wallet with them. Those damn Harvest Sprites. They're always after me Lucky Charms! I chased them for a while, but the thing is; I am really really lazy. Yeah, I mean, normally you couldn't tell since I'm so active, like a squirrel! Yeah, I except for the part with rabies, I love doing squirrel things! Like climbing trees…eating food…stealing food…sleeping…hibernating…but most importantly…wait…

"He's gone! I think we can…AHH!"

The little people broke me out of my 'zone' of squirrel as I once again began to try and catch them. Then they ran, and boy, for being around an inch or two tall, they ran fast. All the way to the home of their good friend, the farmer. Upon their arrival, Tarin walked out and then sighed deeply. She picked up the little people (and my wallet) and allowed me to dive on the floor meaninglessly. Disturbed and, once again, very muddy due to the wet dirt, I scowled at the sprites who all made faces back at me.

"Rock…what are you doing?"

"Well you see…--"

I was instantly cut of from my sentence by the fat sprite. Oh boy, I do not like the fat one. He's always mad…even though I just met him yesterday…but he poked my eye! And of course, everyone knows that eyes are needed in order to see, watch television, and most importantly, to check out the girls.

"That crazy man—he's the one that attacked us yesterday—he tried to KILL US again. All because he left his stupid wallet in the middle of the road, we innocently picked it up in order to return it to its rightful owner, and then this asshole ran out of nowhere and tried to steal it! Heck, it might not even be his!"

I scowled at the yellow fat one as he told his 'story'. The others backed him up, making me seem like the bad guy. Tarin listened thoughtfully, and then turned to me. I smiled to try and put an edge of innocence on my side, but Tarin looked unamused.

"Rock? Why are you pestering my minions?"

"Well you see…your what?"

Tarin sighed again, and then snapped her fingers. And in her place, the Harvest Goddess appeared. Startled, I screamed.

"Whoa whoa whoa! Where'd Tarin go?"

I looked around frantically for the farmer. The sprites all hopped to the ground and sat on the dog to watch. The Harvest Goddess, however, looked frustrated as she floated about two or three inches off the ground. Shit…how bad did I screw up this time?