POV
Alex/ human
Alex woke up slowly, rubbing the sleep from their eyes. But instead of seeing their own new walls, they were staring into a pair of brilliant blue eyes. Alex blinked, trying to bring the image into focus, as the face accompanying the eyes gave them a smile. "Morr….ning," Tommy said happily. He put his clawed fingers to his lips and gave a low whistle.
Hurried footsteps running upstairs sounded, and Timmy gradually appeared in the doorway across the room. "Oh, finally, you are up!" He practically bounded over to them. "Morning, Sleeping Beauty!"
"Morning," Alex yawned and sat up. They looked around in interest. "Um, where am I?" The room that they were in had to be a living room of some kind. There was a TV, cabinets, side table, not to mention the sofa that they were sitting on. There was also a kitchen area off to the side.
"You're at our house." Timmy threw his arms out wide. "Welcome to our home!"
Tommy mimicked the gesture as well, with an echoing "Come!" of his own.
"We didn't bother you at all?" Timmy continued, "We tried to be quiet but, you know, we have to run the Shop." Timmy jerked his head in the direction of the doorway. "Mr. Nook said we weren't to wake up you. But I didn't think you would sleep this long."
Alex smiled as Timmy finally stopped to take a breath. "Ya, yesterday was really busy." They winced slightly as they swung their legs over the side of the couch.
Timmy noticed. "Oh, ya, Mr. Nook said you were to go see Blathers once you were ready to head out. He said something about a checkup and that you need to unload your specimens from the plane too. Although," and there was a calculating look in those eyes, "you know that we pay for your bugs and stuff, right?"
"I know, but my first catches go to Blathers." Both of the boys gave grunts of disapproval. "Oh, come on, you know that you two are my favorite merchants."
"Ya, because we are the only ones who will buy from you."
"Well, am I your favorite supplier?" Alex teased.
"Uh-huh!" There were matching sets of nods. "Absolutely."
Alex's stomach rumbled just then, and the boys must have heard, because both of their ears turned up. "So, what do you want to eat? Are you feeling more breakfast or lunch?" Timmy scampered over into the kitchen area. With an apoplectic wave, Tommy edged backward to the stairs that must lead down to the shop.
"Um, are you sure?" Alex asked uncertainly. "I could go to my own house."
"Your house is a wreck." Timmy saw Alex's face. "Oh, not like that, just it's under construction. Reneigh and Fauna have been all over that area and it is best you probably stay out of their way. Oh," he pointed to the neat stack of clean clothes on the kitchen table. "Ms. Isabelle swung by and brought you some clean clothes. She said you would want to get cleaned up here."
Oh, that's good, I guess. In the busyness of yesterday, they had forgotten that their house was being expanded. "Yes, thanks. Um, where is the bathroom at?"
"Down that hall," Timmy pointed to the doorway in question. "It's the second door, you can't miss it. Hey, do you want eggs? I can scramble them," Timmy piped up proudly.
"Sure, sounds good," Alex gathered up their clothes and went to go find the bathroom.
The bathroom turned out to be easy enough to find, as its door was open. Alex ignored the first closed door—don't be nosy, don't be nosy, don't be nosy—as well as the other one at the end of the hallway. Alex hurried washed up, happy to be rid of the dried salt and dirt that clung to them. As they towel-dried their hair, they could smell the eggs being almost done. The smell enticed them to hurry up, which they did.
Timmy had successfully made scrambled eggs, and had added two pieces of toast with some jam as well. "Wow, thanks, Timmy. It looks great!"
"No problem." Timmy seemed to puff up with pride. "Always happy to have a satisfied customer."
Alex chuckled. I wonder if he knows how much he sounds like Mr. Nook. Alex sat down and dug into their food. "Hm, it tastes great too!"
Timmy beamed a toothy smile at him. "Mr. Nook taught me."
"So Mr. Nook can cook, huh?" Alex asked between bites. They didn't realize how hungry they really were.
"Yup. Well, he can now. Not at first." Timmy picked up a napkin and begin to fold it. He snickered softly. "We ate a lot of slightly-burnt stuff when we first came."
Alex paused with the fork outside their mouth as that remark registered. "You both came later, after Mr. Nook, right?" They worked to keep their tone casual.
"Uh-huh," Timmy agreed loosely, his concentration focused on the napkin he was folding. "We only came a few years ago. After the Museum was built, but before the Able Sisters came." He put the finishing folds on the napkin he was making and pushed it over to Alex. "It's a swan," he said cheerfully.
"Very pretty," Alex gave him a gentle smile. "Did Mr. Nook show you how to make that too?"
"Nah," Timmy reached out and softly touched it. "Mom did." Just then, the bells over the door to Nook's Cranny faintly chimed. "Gotta go," he cried as he shot through the doorway back to the shop section of their house.
Alex sat alone at the table with only the origami swan to keep them company. They're kids, Alex thought numbly as they ate the rest of their breakfast. They are just kids, and they have already been through so much. Alex finished up the rest of their breakfast, which was a little bit harder to swallow past the lump in their throat, and went to the sink put their used dishes in it. After a second though, they thought better of it, and begin to wash them instead. It's the least I could do.
The noise must have attracted the attention of the people downstairs, because Tommy's head appeared in the doorway. Seeing Alex washing up at the sink though, he gave a growl of disapproval as he padded over. "What?" Alex asked. "I'm just cleaning up."
Tommy crossed his arms, with a scowl on his face. "Guuu…..essstttt." the word was drawled out, but Alex could hear what he was trying to say.
"I know I'm the guest, but it's the least I could do—hey!" Apparently, that line of reasoning wasn't good enough for him, because he walked around to Alex's other side, and after firmly placing his palms—mindful of the claws—pushed them towards the door. "Okay, okay, I get it," Alex chuckled, as they went downstairs together. The stairs ended a crowded backroom area, which must function as storage for the shop. Alex felt a gentle shove at the small of their back, before they could get a proper look around. "Alright, I'll keep moving. Thanks again, Timmy" Alex called as they were literally pushed out into Nook's Cranny. "I think your brother wants me to go."
"Why?"
"He caught me trying to clean—"
"Out, out!" Timmy agreed, making a shoo motion with his hands. "Leave it to us."
Alex chuckled again as they were more or less thrown out of Nook's Cranny, leaving them to stand uncertainly in the morning sunshine. Well, I do need to go see Blathers. Guess now is a good a time as any. Before heading that direction though, Alex decided to swing by the Airport and get their new specimens. Might as well take two trips and make it into one.
Alex could see that the Dodo Bros had already unloaded the plane, and all their supplies were neatly stacked on the docks next to the airport. Alex stuck their head through the doorway. "Hey, Orville!" Alex called inside, with a wave.
"Hey, Alex!" Orville looked up from the magazine he was reading. "How you feeling this morning?"
"Pretty good. Just still a little tired."
"Oh, I wonder why." Orville teased. "Wilber doesn't show it, but you gave him a bit of a fright last night. You been by to see Blathers yet?"
"Nope," Alex pointed off to the side, where they know their resources were stored. "Just grabbing my new specimens before I head over that way. Do I need to sign for them or anything?"
"Nope, you are good to go. You need any help?"
"Nah, I'll come by and get the rest later." Besides, Alex could think of one set of enthusiastic—yet uncoordinated—set of willing hands. A set of hands and a couple of pairs of tentacles, actually. "See you in a bit."
Alex gathered up their new creatures and walked briskly to the Museum.
Alex paused as they stepped into the cool of the Museum, giving their eyes a chance to adjust to the change in brightness. It was quiet and hushed in here, with gentle hum of the AC going. That and Blathers' snoring faintly from his place standing by the balcony. Does he always sleep here? Alex thought idly as they walked over. Surely not. He must have a bed somewhere. "Blathers. Hey, Blathers," Alex said gently, lightly shaking his shoulders.
"Whooo—Who!" Alex was past being surprised by Blathers' abrupt starts by this point.
"Got some new creatures for you," Alex smiled at him.
"Really? Marvelous." His feathers seemed to ruffle in his excitement. "Oh, but before I get ahead of myself in my excitement, we have some business first. Wilber mentioned you had a nasty run-in with a Tarantula, wot?" He continued at Alex's nod. "Horrible creatures. Well, let's get you checked out first. Hate for you to have some unpleasant side effects."
Alex's checkup didn't take long, leaving Blathers satisfied with the results. "Thankfully, it appears you have rebounded from it in full health." He gestured at Alex's leg. "I see you are still keeping it clean and freshly wrapped. Any complaints from it? Good," he said in response to Alex's shake of the head. "Now, let us take a look at those creatures, shall we?" Blathers begin to inspect each of the creatures in the tanks as Alex pulled them out. After a moment, he took his glasses off and rubbed at his eyes. "If I didn't know any better…" he murmured as he put them back on. He pursed his lips together in a frown as he continued to scrutinize them, before turning to Alex. "No, I'm not mistaken. Alex, those creatures come from the neritic zones," he said sternly. Blathers had the same air of a professor who had just caught a pupil cheating on an exam. He looked the very definition of "being cross," with someone.
"Oh, do they?" Alex asked innocently. "How…peculiar."
Blathers gave a dramatic sigh. "Alex," he said patently, as if he was talking to a wayward student, "while I appreciate your dedication to our quest to fill the Museum, I feel you are putting your own safety at risk."
"It's fine, Blathers," Alex shrugged his concern off. "It was far away, and besides, no one saw me."
Blathers' feathers ruffled faintly around his ears again,—this time in a piqued fashion—before he gave a heaving sigh. "The Rubicon has already been crossed, so I guess that the only thing to do now is to find a good home for our newest creatures. Well, come along, Alex. I think the Fish Exhibit is the safest place for them." Picking up some of the tanks, he led the way.
"Yes, that's what I thought as well," Alex agreed, glad that Blathers was no longer mad at them.
"I daresay you are truly making some headway in gathering up all the specimens. We shall soon have this Museum filled to the brim in no time."
"We might have to expand," Alex smiled as they followed after him.
"Goodness, let's not get too far into the reaches of the imagination." Blathers chucked. "Truly, though. I am grateful for all you do."
"Did you have any other help before I came?"
"Oh, some of the others would help out as they could. Tommy was my most valued field worker though. Good lad. Doesn't mind the bugs," Blathers said that last part as if being unafraid of bugs was the highest of character qualities. Alex laughed lightly, but the mention of Tommy brought back the memories what Timmy had said earlier.
"Hey, Blathers, Timmy mentioned that they came to the island after the Museum was complete."
"Yes, that's correct." Blathers agreed as he carefully begin to unpack the creatures.
"How long ago was that?"
"Hmmm, about three years, I believe." Blathers' attention was focused on the creatures he was handing, but he gave them a glance. "Why all the probing questions?"
"Well," Alex handed another creature to him. "Timmy mentioned his mom this morning."
"Oh." For once, Blathers appeared to have nothing to say. "Yes. They went from horrible tragedy to another. A true series of unfortunate events, the poor dears."
"Do you think that their parents are still looking for them?"
"I highly doubt that," Blathers said dryly. "Their parents are dead."
Alex looked up in surprise. "Timmy and Tommy are orphans?"
"Well, no, I wouldn't say that. They have Mr. Nook, after all" Blathers said. "Although, I think he views himself as more of an uncle as opposed to a father figure." Blathers turned to look at them directly. "Has all this talk of parents made you think of your own?"
"Sorta…" Alex turned to look the fish swimming in the tank. Even if they haven't noticed yet, they will soon enough. If I don't find a way off this island soon…
Blathers continued through Alex's silence. "Thankfully, it seems like the young have the ability to "bounce back" as it were from almost anything. They seem to be adapting better than anyone had dared to hope in their new lives." He gave Alex a fond look. "As we all hope you will too as well, young Alex." He continued on, not giving Alex a chance to respond to that. "Well, do you want to know more about these creatures that you risked life and limb to collect?"
"Oh, I know what they are," Alex smiled, as they switched to a topic that they were much more familiar with. "I lived on a sailboat, remember?"
"Alright, my self-assured academician, impress me." He held up a green and purple tentacled specimen.
"Easy, that's a sea anemone!" Alex smirked, "The enemy of my anemone is my afrenome."
"No need to be cheeky," Blathers retorted with a smile. "But yes…never, ever make an enemy…out of an anemone!"
Sometime later, Alex left the Museum. They really did enjoy spending time with Blathers, who seemed to just like to talk, if nothing else. But the conversation had gotten them thinking. Everyone does expect me to just adapt here. While I want to make the most of my…situation…I'm not sure if I can just accept my fate. Surely, there must be something I can do to get off, Alex mused as they meandered. Oh, well, nothing to be done about it right now. Best to keep the wind at my back, and keep moving forward as best I can. Alex turned in the direction of their house. Timmy's comment about their house's construction had gotten them curious about it anyway. They found Reneigh and Fauna up on the roof, hard at work.
"Hello, up there!" Alex called up to them. "How's it going?"
"Great." Reneigh waved from where she was standing. "We already have the flooring completed. We should have the walls and roof reattached by tomorrow. "
"That's fantastic!" Wow, they really are fast.
"Oh, you were gone before we could ask, but instead of expanding all four walls, we just expanded the back and right side. That way you will still get a larger area, without completely tearing out all four walls."
"Sounds great to me." Alex walked around the corner of their house to better inspect the work, to find Zucker lain out on his back, fast asleep.
Walking over, Alex leaned their head over him. "Hey, Zucker, what you doing?"
Zucker's eyes blinked open. "Oh, hey, Alex," he drawled sleepily. His eyes and mouth slowly widened into to a smile. "You're upside down."
Alex just laughed. "Nah, I'm just leaning over you."
"Oh." Zucker suddenly frowned. "You left yesterday. And you didn't even say goodbye."
"I'm sorry, Zucker. I was just so excited," Alex apologized. "So what are you doing?"
"Keeping watch."
"Keeping watch for what?" Alex decided to ignore the fact that Zucker had just been asleep.
"Keeping watch on the weather and stuff. Reneigh said that I could help by keeping watch to see if it was going to rain or something."
Alex raised their head to look up at Reneigh. She nodded gravely. "Gotta keep an eye on those clouds," she said seriously. "Could rain at any moment. Serious business, keeping watch."
Ooohhhhhhhh. "Oh, well, if you are busy, then I guess I can get someone else to help me…"
"Oh, if Alex needs you, you can go with them." Reneigh hurried called down to Zucker. "I think Fauna and I can manage well enough now, thank you."
Even though it was apparent to Alex the Reneigh was more than willing to lose her "helper," Zucker didn't seem to notice. "Oh, well, if you are sure," he said absently up to her, as he scrambled to his feet. What Zucker lacked in actual coordination, he made up for in willingness. I can always count on him to lend a hand—or tentacle. Alex waved goodbye to Reneigh and Fauna, before leading his enthusiastic aid the way to the airport
The trip to the airport and back to the house was fairly quick. Zucker caught Alex up to date on what had happened while they were gone—not much of anything—during the trip. Alex decided to store some of their resources inside of their house. Zucker made another trip to the airport, while Alex stayed behind to organize the resources that they wanted to keep. They noticed that tarps and sheets covered what little furniture that they had on the inside of their house. It took Zucker a few trips to get everything, but that gave Alex the time that they needed to really go through it. After that, the only thing left to do was to sell their extra resources to the twins (much to their enjoyment).
"Okay, now what?" Zucker rubbed a few loose slinters off his hands and turned to Alex excitedly.
"Weellll," Alex pulled out their Nook Mileage Program. "I thought I might swing by Resident Services to see how much another Nook Miles Ticket would set me back."
Zucker froze slightly. "You want to leave again? But you just left yesterday," Alex could hear the whine in his voice.
"Yes, but that doesn't mean I can't go out again." Alex walked in the direction of Resident Services.
"But…it's such a nice day on the island today…" Zucker voice trailed off uncertainty.
"Yes, but that means it's a nice day to travel too." Alex agreed, lost in their own thoughts and plans, and not really paying attention to Zucker. However, they paused with their hand on the doorknob. "It is a nice day," Alex tiled their head back to look up at the bright, blue sky, so they missed the hopeful look creeping into Zucker's expression, "so you can just wait out here if you want, Zucker." Alex went in without a second glance behind.
Alex walked across the cool floor, with the fan blowing a slight breeze across them, but Isabelle's smile was as warm as always. "Alex, glad to see you are up and about."
"I'm glad as well." Alex gave Mr. Nook a smile. "Oh, thanks for letting me crash at your place. Sorry for the inconvenience."
Mr. Nook gave a throaty chuckle. "It was no trouble. I trust the boys were good hosts, hm?"
"Oh, yes. They were great."
"Good, good," he nodded. "So what brings you in to see us? Hardly for a chat, is it?"
"No," Alex agreed, "I was wondering how much is it for another Nook Mileage Ticket?"
Mr. Nook raised an eyebrow at them. "Ready to go back out so soon?"
"Yup." Alex smiled. Depending on how much it is, I might can go out as soon as tomorrow. Alex was focused on the list in their hand, and missed the look that passed between Mr. Nook and Isabelle.
"While I appreciate your enthusiasm, Alex, I'm not sure that is the best idea." Mr. Nook said slowly.
"What? Why?" Alex tried and failed to keep the complaining edge out of their voice.
"Remember, the purpose of these trips to gather resources for the island as a whole, and you just went yesterday." He held up a hand stop Alex's protest. "Besides, you will have to leave tomorrow anyway."
That gave Alex a pause. Oh, right. Tomorrow is Saturday. "So I have to go to the second Campsite again?"
"I'm afraid so." Mr. Nook said gently.
Alex suppressed a sigh. "So who is going with me this time?" Surely not Lucky. It really took a lot of him last time.
"Actually, you will be going by yourself." Alex sat up a little straighter. "Which brings us back around to another matter that Isabelle and I want to discuss with you, sooner rather than later. Isabelle and I have both have a present for you."
"Give me your hand, Alex," Isabelle reached under the counter to get something. Curious and surprised, Alex held out their hand to her. She placed a small metal tube strung on a string in their hand.
"Thanks." Alex said politely as they looked at it. "What is it?"
"It's a dog whistle." Isabelle explained. "It's for if you ever get in trouble—"
"'Think what would dodos do'?" Alex couldn't resist the tease.
"Considering that they went extinct, I've never been that fond of that particular motto," Mr. Nook said dryly.
"It's for if you get into trouble, or just need help," Isabelle gave Mr. Nook stern look before continuing her sentence. "It's to let the others know. Go ahead and give it a try."
Alex put it to their lips and gave a gentle blow. To their disappointment, they didn't hear anything. "Aw, is it broken?" Without thinking, Alex puffed up their cheeks and blew harshly into it.
They still didn't hear a thing, but Isabelle and Mr. Nook both winced. "Trust me, Alex, it works!" Isabelle said loudly, her voice strained. Oh, right. Oops.
"Sorry," Alex awkwardly apologized.
"I have something for you as well." Mr. Nook said, still rubbing at the base of one of his ears. Reaching under the counter, he pulled out a Y-shaped device that Alex recognized instantly.
"A slingshot?" Alex asked dubiously. "What is that for?"
"For your protection," he held it out to them. "You don't have any natural means of defense, so I feel you should have something to use for self-defense. It's for your own protection."
At that, Alex felt the need to put their foot down. "Thanks, Mr. Nook but I'm not sure I really need that."
"Humor me, Alex," was all Mr. Nook said. "And don't be so quick to snub it. Giants have been slayed by those, if those legends be true." Alex grudgingly took it from him. "I'm just sorry I can't give you something with more…firepower. Even though Redd co. doesn't consider it a 'weapon,' it should make some of the other hybrids hesitate. Trust me, if someone aimed that thing at me, it would at least give me a pause. Which might be all you get."
"But I have my ax."
Mr. Nook and Isabelle both looked at them. "Alex," Mr. Nook said firmly, "you would ax someone?"
Alex bit back their quick retort and really thought about it. "Um…maybe…if they really meant me harm."
"No offense, Alex, but if someone that means 'you harm', as you put it, got that close to you, you had better mean business. You are going to only have one swing. If that."
"Ya, but I'm not defenseless, you know," Alex ground out. "I can take care of myself. I was on my own."
Mr. Nook gave them a stern look, but Alex could see the undercurrent of compassion as well. "Yes, you were on your own, in a world full of humans," he said gently.
"We don't mean to offend," Isabelle offered. "We just don't want you to get hurt."
"Well, I guess I won't even have a chance to find out," Alex said as they stood up. They had had enough.
Alex stormed out of Resident Services, angrily shutting—although 'slammed', would have been a more accurate term—the door behind them.
"They said 'no.'" Alex said to Zucker before he could ask. Alex kept walking, trying to cool their head with the exercise. I'm not a baby, they fumed. I'm not even a kid. My own parents pitched less of a fit, when I told them of my plans to travel the world. They weren't paying attention to where they were going, just walking along. They looked up to realize their legs had carried them to the beach.
The one place I'm not supposed to go. Alex tried to swallow the sudden lump in their throat. Actually, there are a lot of places I'm not supposed to go. They sullenly kicked up some of the sand as they continued their stroll. Don't go too far. Stay in the village. Don't wander off by yourself. Keep your head covered
Stay out of the water.
Alex went to go put their hands in their pockets, and realized that their "gifts" were still clutched in their hand. Alex opened their palm, to moodily look at them. They gave me these because they think I can't take care of myself. Alex had half a mind to throw them both into the ocean, but their temper was starting to cool down now. Instead, Alex looped the string over their head, letting the whistle hang like a necklace. They shoved the slingshot under their belt of their shorts, where it would be easy to get at. They might resent the intention behind the gifts, but Alex wasn't stupid. Just because I keep them, doesn't mean I have to use them.
As Alex walked along the edge of the beach, they noticed that little quirts of water keeping popping out of the sand. Pulling out their shovel, Alex begin to dig up where the little quirts were coming from. Alex noticed that Zucker had followed them after all, but thankfully he had kept his mouth shut this whole time. Alex idly ran their thumb over the small clams that they had dug up, before drawing their arm back and tossing them far out into the ocean. There, now you are farther away from this place then me.
"Hey, Alex, what are you doing?" Zucker had been reasonably quiet during all of this, just observing their actions. He picked up a piece of seaweed and begin twisting it among his fingers.
"Nothing," Alex grumbled, as they tried to toss a clam farther away.
"Hm, maybe you shouldn't…" his voice cut off at a glare from Alex.
"I'm not doing anything." Alex wanted to shout it to the wind. "It won't hurt these…well, whatever clams these are…it won't hurt them. They are marine." Alex pulled their arm back, trying to see how far they could throw them. Stay away from this place, little guys.
Alex turned to see Zucker's downcast face. Oh, great. Alex ran a hand over their face. "Look, I'm sorry, I snapped at you. It's just, I really miss being in the ocean. I miss my boat." Alex tossed another one. "I was on my own, you know."
"Oh," Zucker's voice was very small. "Do you wish you were alone again?"
"What?" Alex paused. "Well, no, not like that. I'm just—I not used to having to tell people what I am doing now. I didn't have to tell anyone where I was going, what I was doing before; I just did it. I was independent. Free."
"Free," Zucker said the word slowly, as if he could taste the word on his tongue. "I don't know what I would do if I could leave…"
"What did you do before?" Alex glanced over at him, curious even in their frustration.
"Um," Zucker squished his eyes up tight, and the piece of seaweed was really becoming mangled in his absent twisting. "I'm not sure… it's all so jumbled…"
He blew out his breath in a whoosh. "It doesn't matter anyway. We aren't leaving. Ever."
"Well, I don't know about that…" Alex turned to face him. "Surely someone must have made it off—what?" Zucker's eyes had taken on a panicked look, and had grown to the size of small saucers. "Zucker, what is it?"
"Alex, Alex, Alex," he said simply over and over again, but he pointed behind them over Alex's shoulder.
Towards the water.
Alex didn't waste time to look. "Move!" They plowed into Zucker to get him moving, and, grapping his hand, ran as fast as they could to the cover of the trees. Zucker stumbled after them as they raced to the tree line. Alex had a vague sense of déjà vu; this wasn't the first time they had fled from the shoreline.
Once they reached the trees, Alex ducked behind the first large tree that they could find. Zucker just kept running, trying to get as far away from whatever was in the water as fast as possible. Alex waited a few seconds to catch their breath, before peeking back around the tree to steal a glance at the shoreline.
It looked like a sailor was crouched among the crashing waves. He was kneeling in the surf, and Alex was surprised at how human he looked. The only really different thing was the twin lines running down his face, but they could be mistaken for tears. If Alex hadn't known better, they would have thought that he was a shipwrecked sailor, washed ashore. But as Alex watched—their heart hammering in their chest—the little traits that marked him as something different stood out. For one, he was way too still in the surf. Even as the breaking waves crashed on and around him, he was completely motionless. Alex was too far away to be sure, but it looked like his eyes were glowing too. Those eyes slowing turned to their direction, and Alex ducked back behind their tree. Alex may resent the overprotectiveness of Isabelle and Mr. Nook, but they weren't stupid. They knew better then to challenge danger just for the heck of it. Pressing their back against the tree, they tried to be as quiet and still as possible.
()-()
Raymond waited and watched from their position hidden in the woods as well. Instead of watching the SEAGULL however, he was watching the Human, looking for anything suspicious in their behavior. Raymond watched them carefully, analyzing each movement. They didn't seem trying to communicate with it. If they were acting, they were doing a really, really good job.
Raymond felt his tail swishing angrily in the bushes behind him. He didn't like being out here in the woods, yet here he was, keeping an eye on the human. Raymond had hoped that Alex's curiously would get the better of them and they would want to move on. Be some other hybrid's problem. But Alex seemed to waver on coming or going. He wished that they would hurry up and get on with …whatever they planned to do. Whether that would be to show their hand that they were part of Redd co. or…just leave already.
Raymond leaned back as he watched them. The past few days of spying—no, watching, he corrected himself—hadn't rewarded him with anything of value. If he was being completely honest, the human was actually downright boring. They didn't do anything to really merit suspicion. They hadn't even done anything that could be considered mean or really unpleasant for that matter either.
It felt worse that Raymond felt isolated in that he was the only one who disliked their little human 'guest.' Everyone else seemed fine with Alex's presence, and even accepting them. No one else seemed bothered by them at all. Does no one else care, he thought, that Alex is a living reminder of what we lost? How can everyone else just be okay with them being here? Before Alex came, everyone had a feeling of comradely about them. They all had been through a horrible ordeal and everyone had been affected by it, some more so than others. But it was something that they all had in common.
Alex appeared untouched by that place; and not just physically, but emotionally and mentally too. They were curious, but they didn't internally pry. They were trying to get along with the others. They were kind, cheerful, trusting, and happy.
They won't be once they have been through the Lab, the dark intrinsic though snarled through his head. See them try to have the same sunny disposition then. That was the fast way to deal with the Alex situation; to just drag them to the beach, and toss them into the water. The android didn't care how the Rules were broken, just that they were. It wouldn't hesitate to snatch Alex out of the water and take them away.
However, Raymond instantly felt ashamed at where his thoughts had led. He didn't want that for them, not really. Raymond knew that Redd co. certainly would not be content to just let them go on their merry way. Alex would be taken away to a horrible fate and he didn't want that for anyone. He just wanted them gone. It was just that, to look at Alex, who was so normal and ordinary and just …perfectly human…
Raymond felt a sneer pull at their lip, which had nothing to do with the SEAGULL still in the surf. Hm, I guess Wilber was right after all.
Alex was hesitantly moving backward now, still watching the water. Once they were far enough away from the shoreline, they turned and walked back toward the village. Raymond followed after. I will get a break from them tomorrow anyway. It's Saturday. They will have to leave then.
()-()
Alex woke up bright and early the next morning, which was turning out to be normal for them. They had spent the night in their own house after all (the ladies had finished up earlier than they had thought, much to Alex's delight). Alex changed into comfortable clothes and shoes, getting ready for their trek. At the last second, they slipped the dog whistle necklace on, and shoved the slingshot through their belt. Just in case, they griped. Doesn't mean I need them.
A polite knock sounded at the door, as Alex was finishing up getting ready. "Alex," Isabelle's voice called through the door. "Are you up yet?"
"Yes, hang on," Alex went over and opened the door to see Mr. Nook and Isabelle standing there.
"Good, you are already up. You ready to go?" Mr. Nook asked pleasantly. Isabelle held the travel pack that Alex had used last week in her arms.
"I need to go right now?"
"Sooner is better than later," he explained. "Slider has a tendency to come later in the day, but it is best to not push it."
"Oh. Okay, yup, I think I am ready." Isabelle and Mr. Nook walked with them over to the edge of the clearing.
"So," Isabelle asked lightly, "you got everything?" She was trying to be casual, but Alex knew what she was really asking.
With a sigh, Alex slipped a finger under the string around their neck, pulling it up to show the whistle. "Got it right here, Isabelle."
"Not sure what good it will do," Mr. Nook said. "You will be far enough from the village, that even if we did hear it, we wouldn't be able to get to you in time." He gave Alex a steady look. "You will be on your own."
"Maybe I should go after all…" Isabelle fussed.
Mr. Nook cut her off, before Alex could protest. "They will have to be own their own at some point, Isabelle. At least the second campsite is reasonably close."
They had reached the edge of the clearing, so Isabelle held out the pack to them. "You sure, you will be okay?" she asked anyway.
"Yes, I am sure," Alex sighed, trying to not lose their patience.
"They will be fine, Isabelle," Mr. Nook said firmly. "Come on, they need to go. And we need to prepare for Slider's arrival. "
"Alright, coming." She turned back to Alex. "You be careful now, and stay on the paths. Go straight there and back, and you should be fine."
"I will be, Isabelle," Alex grumbled. "I'll see you tomorrow." She went to hug them, but this time Alex stiffened beneath her hug. She must have felt it, because there was a hurt look in her eyes, before giving a hesitant wave to follow after Mr. Nook.
Alex normally would have felt guilty, but in their current irritated mood, they resisted the urge to roll their eyes instead. Ya, it will be good to be away for a while.
As Alex meandered along the path, their mood lightened. They were out and on their own again. Finally. The rose meadow was pretty as always, and while it was tempting to try to catch the insects flittering around, Alex didn't want to carry them the whole way. Maybe on the way back…
Alex was enjoying the peace and quiet of the morning, when they reached the second fork in the woods. They knew that the trail to the east was the trail that led up to the second campsite, but the other trail was the one that Lucky hadn't let them explore before. Alex slowed as they approached the fork.
The second campsite isn't too far. I can make it well before dark…Alex eyed the trail that led deeper into the woods. It's not like I can get lost anyway; it's marked clearly enough. Feeling the giddy rush of a naughty child, Alex snickered slightly as they went down the trail to the deeper woods.
This is stupid, Alex thought to themselves, trying to ease their conscience. It's not that big of a deal. Isabelle is just being overprotective. I mean, come one, I traveled by boat on the ocean, going to different countries. The woods are small compared to that. But I still won't go too far; I just want to see what's down here.
The woods were darker now—this path clearly less traveled—but it was still clear enough. The excitement was fading now, as Alex realized that the trail might not lead to anything in particular. Lucky did say that there was nothing to see down here. Just before Alex decided to turn back, they noticed there was a slight clearing ahead. Because it was the only thing that was even remotely interesting, Alex approached it cautiously. Surprisingly, Alex saw that there was a small cabin in the clearing. That's weird. Alex pushed some of the pushes out of the way to get a better look.
A noise caught their attention, and Alex saw a large bear-man step into view from the corner of the house. Giving a swift gasp, Alex ducked down into the brush at the edge of the clearing. The bear-man was dressed in somewhat mismatched clothes, the bright colors clashing slightly. But what really caught Alex's attention were the scars stitched in a crisscross pattern down his exposed arms and legs. The horrible scars marked where the flesh merged from human to bear fur. The fur on his arms and legs, and even the ears on the top of his head for that matter, looked almost orange in the golden light. As he walked, he kept his hand on the house, his steps careful but sure. As he got closer to them, Alex could see that there was a fuchsia-colored cloth tied around his eyes. He's blind, Alex thought belatedly as they watched him, what's he doing out here all alone if he is blind?
What's he doing out here all alone at all, for that matter? Alex bit their lip slightly, as they thought. Is he dangerous? Maybe I should leave him alone… Alex slowly started to edge backward, but they had the misfortune to step on a large, dry twig. Alex winced at the sharp snap.
The bear-man froze and tilted his head in their direction. "It is rude to linger in shadows. If you mean no harm, show yourself." It was the same phrase Lucky had used with Ankha. It must be some kind of greeting/warning that all of the hybrids did.
Alex hesitated. There was nothing preventing them from sprinting away into the woods, but…this was someone new. And he had asked them if they meant him harm…"Um, I'm Alex," Alex said slowly, standing up. "Sorry for startling you; I don't know anyone lived up here." I can still run away if I need to.
He tilted his head in their direction. "Alex…I don't recognize that name…"
"I'm new."
"Well, then it's nice to meet you." His gentle voice was deep and low. "When did you arrive?"
Alex moved to adjust their hood to keep their ears covered, and then realized that with his blind eyes, that they didn't need to bother. "Um, a little over a week ago."
"Ah, so still very new then. What are you doing out here away from the village?"
"I had to get away for a bit." Technically, it isn't a lie… Alex tried to quell their conscience.
He nodded. "I understand that. It all can be a little overwhelming at times." He gestured to the house. "Would you like to come in for a bit? I don't get company up here all that much, and sometimes it's just good to sit and talk to someone. And I did just make some lemonade…"
Alex wavered. On one hand, going into a stranger's house did not seem like a good idea. They didn't know him, and they had been warned about "unstable" hybrids, so it could be dangerous. On the other hand, he couldn't see that they were human, so it shouldn't even be a problem. The lure of being treated normally, to just have a normal conversion and not be The Human was too tempting.
"Thank you, that sounds great." Alex walked over to him.
The inside of the house was small and compact. There was a bed, table, and kitchen area all in the shared main space. Everything was neat and organized, with smooth edges and thick blankets everywhere, which made sense considering the bear-man was blind. "Take a seat," he said gently. He moved easily around the room, confident that he knew where everything was.
"What's your name?" Alex sat at one of the chairs at the table. Alex chose the one closest to the door, just in case.
"Stiches."
"Oh…really?" Alex asked uncertainly. Alex wasn't sure if he was being serious or not, but it seemed like a cruel joke.
"Yes, because I like to cross-stich in my spare time," he said, as he pulled out two glasses. He tuned slightly to Alex, and Alex could see the smirk tugging at this lips. "I'm kidding. It's because of these." He touched his arm. "It was either that or 'Patches'. I preferred the former."
"Oh, so what's your real name?"
"That is my real name," there was a faint growl to his words. "It's the name I chose."
"Okay," Alex said meekly, backing down from the point. Best to not anger him. Alex reached up and pushed their hood back, as Stiches handed them the glass of lemonade.
"So you said you have been here for about a week? Have you been conscripted into helping Blathers with his Museum yet?" Stiches asked with a chuckle, as he sat down across from Alex.
"Oh, yes," Alex launched into detail, listing out all the bugs and fish that they had helped to collect so far. Stiches was a good listener, allowing to Alex easily talk about everything else that had happened as well. Alex was careful to leave out any details that would give a clue that they were human, however.
"Sounds like you are doing well for yourself, all things considered," he chuckled, when Alex finished. "Helping out Blathers, paying off your debt already to Mr. Nook, and going to a distant island. You have done quite a lot. You adjusted really quickly, actually."
"Hmm, I guess so," Alex mumbled, as they sipped their drink. It really is good lemonade.
"As a general rule," Stiches begin gently, breaking the silence, "we try to not pry into what happened at the Lab, because of the trauma involved, and most don't like to relive it by talking about it, but I do have to ask. What hybrid are you?"
"Um…I'm…not sure," Alex said miserably. They didn't want to lie but didn't want to admit the truth either.
"That's alright," Stiches said kindly. "Those 'doctors' don't really know what they are doing, and they can really botch up a person. I would know," he touched the cloth on his face. He held up his large hand. "Do you mind if I see you."
Up-oh. "Um, no." They tried to think quickly. "I don't think I'm comfortable…" their mind flashed to Raymond, "with being touched."
"Oh," he said softly. "So it's not because I will know that you're human?" Alex's stomach dropped. "Yes, I know what you are," Stiches continued, but his voice had the growl tone to it again. "I wasn't sure at first, but something kept striking me that you didn't seem quite the same as everyone else. Not to mention your scent." He tapped his nose. "I'm no dog, but there is nothing wrong with my nose. Being this close to you for this long, I finally placed why you smelled so familiar and different at the same time. I also know you are far too trusting. You don't know me, yet you willfully followed me into my house, where I have domain."
Alex's mind raced. What to do, what to do? I'm closer to the door then he is. I can make it. As quietly as they could, they placed the drink down, and half turned in their chair. Stiches must have sensed what they were thinking though.
"Well, if you think you can make it, go for it," the way he said it—it was almost a dare. I'm closer to the door; he's on the other side of the wooden table.
Alex hesitated for a second—the mood so tense, it was almost tangible—before spinning around to bolt for the door behind them.
Stiches lunged forward. Alex had thought that the wooden table would slow him down, but it didn't. Muscles bulging in his arms, he heaved the entire thing—glasses of lemonade and all— on its side. Alex hadn't considered that it was a straight line at that point between the door and him, with themselves in the middle. Alex's hand barely closed around the handle before Stiches slammed into them, pinning them against the door. Alex's breath whooshed out in a heave from the impact, while he shoved his hand against their shoulder, spinning them around with their back into the door. His other hand wrapped around their neck and pushed up, forcing Alex to stand on their tiptoes. "What are you going to do now, little human," he growled right into their ear.
Can't breathe! Alex choked and gasped. Alex hadn't really realized until this moment how large Stiches was compared to them, plus he had a bear's strength. They pushed and shoved at his arm but sheesh it was all sinew and muscle and Alex would have had better luck pushing against a brick wall. Wedged up again the door like this, Alex couldn't really get a good swing or kick at him either. Alex clawed at his meaty fingers uselessly, while they struggled for breathe. I can't get at my tools either, at least not without him noticing. But that reminded them of what else was hanging off their belt.
Alex reached down and snagged the slingshot. They pulled the elastic part as far back as they could, before placing the y-shaped yoke against the arm that was holding their neck. Then they let go.
Stiches grunted in surprise at the sudden, sharp sting, causing him to release them. Alex twisted around, to dive under the arm that had been pinning them to the wall. Alex felt more then heard Stiches swipe at the empty air behind them, but they kept moving. They grabbed one of the chairs and threw it behind them, before finally being able to pull the ax out of their pocket.
"I've got an ax!" Alex's voice shrill with panic. "Stay back!" Stiches still stood over by the door, blocking the exit. Alex's eyes darted around the small area; there were two windows, but they were so small, Alex didn't think that they could squeeze through them fast enough. Particularly if Stiches came after them again.
Stiches slowly reached out, and after a few seconds of fumbling, found the chair Alex had tossed at him. He spun it around backwards, and sat down with his hands over the back of it. "Alright, Alex, I have a confession to make; I was just curious to see what you would do. I wouldn't have actually hurt you."
Ya, right. "I'm not scared of you." But the tremor in their voice gave away their lie.
Stiches nodded in their direction. "And that is a problem. Mr. Nook and Isabelle have coddled you, trying to protect you from the horror that is waiting for you just off shore. But because they have done such a fine job, you aren't scared enough."
Alex's didn't lower the ax. "So you're not one of the crazy ones?"
"Oh, crazy, are we?" Stiches chuckled darkly. Alex had forgotten in their panic that they should probably be more tactful. "In a way, I guess we all are a little crazy. But no, I'm not one of the unstable ones either." He tapped the side of his head as he said it.
"Well, if you're not cr—unstable, why do you not stay in the village?"
"Because, people have the distinct bad habit of moving things around and not telling me. I got very tired of tripping over random objects, so I asked Mr. Nook if I could move out. He set me up with this house out here. Someone always comes to bring me my supplies every other week or so." He tilted his head in their direction. "I guess you are the reason my supplies are a little late. They must have been preoccupied."
"But back to the matter at hand; what are you going to do now?" He raised an eyebrow above the cloth tied around his eyes. "I believe we are at a stalemate; I can't get to you, but you can't leave either.
"But we can work out a deal. I'm going to ask you a few questions, to which you answer honestly and completely. You do that, and I'll let you leave unharmed. But if I even think you are lying," Alex shuddered at the growl that that creeped into his voice. "So, what do you say, Alex. You agree to these terms?"
"Doesn't sound like I have much of a choice," Alex grumbled. "But here are my conditions to this deal; you only get five questions, then you have to let me go." They still griped their ax securely. Yup, coming into Stiches'…den…was a bad idea.
"Agreed. Now, we can get to the really interesting conversation, the bits you were leaving out on purpose earlier." He held up one finger, "First, how did you get here?"
"There was a storm and I crashed my sail boat onto the island." Alex left it at that, wondering if Stiches would waste a question to ask the obvious follow-up.
Stiches paused a few seconds, before slowly holding up two fingers. "Where is it now?" Alex couldn't miss the fierce desire in his voice.
Alex shook their head, before remembering that that gesture didn't matter. "We can't use it. Redd co. took it away the next morning."
"But they left you?"
"Didn't find me." Alex felt a twinge of guilt. "Mr. Nook, Isabelle, and all the others are trying to keep me secret." I haven't been the most grateful, lately.
Stiches gave a low whistle. "Ah, so that's the real reason why you are out here; it's Saturday." He smirked. "Hm, bit off the trail to be going to the second campsite, aren't you?"
Alex felt their cheeks color in embarrassment. "I just…wanted to see what was down here."
"You have heard the expression 'curiously killed the cat', right? Although in this case, it is heedlessness harmed the human." He chuckled at his own joke, not waiting for Alex to actually respond. "Alright, little Alex, last question; what are you going to do about your current situation on our island?"
"Um," Alex paused, thinking. "Not sure, actually. Everyone says I can't leave, so I'm just kinda stuck here, same as with everyone else. Assuming they are telling the truth," mumbled Alex.
"Assuming they are telling the—if you think Mr. Nook and the others are lying to you, you are doomed already. You just don't know it yet." Stiches said seriously. "Well, you do have quite the problem. Leave the island, and you won't stay human. Stay here, and you are the only human on an island of freaks. Although, if you keep your head, you might just make a go of it." He nodded at them. "Clever trick with the slingshot. Mr. Nook give you that?"
"You are out of questions, but I'll answer anyway. Yes, he did." Alex hesitated. "He was worried about me."
"With good reason, it would seem. Well, you either have the worst luck or the best luck. Time will show which." He reached behind him, and opened the door. "Goodbye, Alex. I'll let you go on your way now. Thank you for the good and interesting conversation. You have given me something to think about. Oh, and I apologize again for scaring you." A smile touched his lips. "If you aren't dead or gone in the next week, I would love to have another visit from you. I have enjoyed our chat. I will be interested to see how you get on."
Alex kept their eyes on him as they edged toward the door. I know he said that he wasn't unstable…but he isn't actually stable either. "Thanks…for the lemonade." Alex said as they moved. "And I'll keep the invitation to visit again in mind." Stiches just gave a throaty chuckle in a response.
Even once they were outside, Alex still walked backward, keeping an eye on the door. Once they judged that they were far enough away, Alex turned and ran back up the trail. Bears can sprint up to 30 miles per hour—the random fact from somewhere popped into their head. Alex didn't stop running for a while.
POV
Slider/ dog
Saturday afternoon
Slider glanced around as the residents organized their supplies. Alright, he thought, now to find this Alex. Everyone seemed to be present and accounted for. Raymond, Zucker, Reneigh—Fauna? He was still unsure about the new girl's name—plus all the other regulars. Everyone seemed to be as tightlipped as last week though; one was letting any information loose about the human or this Alex.
"So," he jerked his head in the direction of the village houses. "I see you have been busy. Who's the new resident?"
"Hm? Oh, I don't remember if you have met them or not," Mr. Nook said absently. "You know how people come and go here."
"Oh?" Slider gave a snort. "Well, then, I guess I should go be neighborly, and say 'hello'." He started off in that direction. None of the villagers objected or tried to stop him –as if they could— but he noticed that Isabelle turned and followed after him.
"Unlock the door, Isabelle," Slider ordered over his shoulder to her, once they were there. "I know you have keys to all the houses."
She bristled. "I don't take orders from you, Slider, and you should just knock. See if they are home." She raised a skeptical eyebrow. "That is the 'neighborly' thing to do after all."
Fine, you really want to play this game. He raised his fist and pounded on the door. "I know that they aren't going to answer, Isabelle, so just—" Slider tried the doorknob and, to his surprise, it turned. Before Isabelle could protest, he went on in.
And nearly recoiled from the smell. The house reeked of bleach and disinfectant. 'What the—" he rubbed at this nose as his eyes started to water. "What happened in here?"
"Hello, Slider, do come on in," A voice pipped up dryly. Slider squinted through his watering eyes to see a cat-hybrid sitting on the bed. "I'm Ankha, if you don't remember."
"You're the new resident?" Slider wheezed. "What happened to your house?"
"A girl is not allowed to update?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. "I felt like mixing things up is all."
"No, what did you do in here? Why does it smell," he rubbed at his burning nose.
She just shrugged, acting as if nothing was wrong. "Oh, is it a little strong? I cleaned up a bit. You know how cats are about cleanliness."
Slider glanced hurriedly around the room. He thought he remember the cat-girl with the weird Egyptian tattoos. The house wasn't what he would have pictured for her at all though. He would have thought that it would be more…he didn't know, more pyramidy? The house was open and clean, with a large stack of supplies in one corner. The only real decorations were the shells on the dresser.
He couldn't stand it, that strong of a smell was giving him a headache. "I'm going back to the docks," he gasped to Isabelle. With a growl, he slammed the door, leaving the two ladies inside.
He rubbed at his stinging nose as he walked. I know that cats don't have as strong a nose as I do, but surely it must bother her too.
As he walked, he passed Lucky standing off to the side of one of the houses. "What are you looking at," he snapped, irritated.
"Nothing," he said simply. "Just waiting for Ankha to finish up. I can't get near the house when she is in one of her cleaning moods." Slider just growled in response. "Sheesh, what's wrong with you?" Slider could hear the smug tone in the cripple's voice. "Not find what you are looking for?"
Slider's lips pulled back, exposing his large canines. "I'll find them you know. You can't hide them forever."
"Who are we talking about?" Lucky asked innocently.
"Fine, I don't need your help. Just stay out of my way." He went to continue on his way, but the lame reject kept talking.
"Oh, is the Great Slider implying that he would need my lowly help?" Slider made a smart turn on his heal, and stepped over to him. "Who would have—?"
Slider placed his hand on the center of Lucky's chest, causing him to instantly shut up. "Tell me, Lucky," Slider's voice twisted uglily as he said his name, "how much force would I have to use to shove my hand through those fragile ribs of yours, to wrap my fingers around your still-beating heart?" Slider could feel the heartbeat quicken beneath his palm, "Where do you get the nerve to mouth off to me? You—whose sole existence is dependent on others. You parasitic leech; existing off of their kindness and generosity. You would be nothing—you are nothing—without them. You aren't worthy to lick my boots," Slider scoffed.
And now his nose had cleared enough that he could smell the sour sent of fear on Lucky.
"So," Slider growled, "the next time you think it's so clever to open that big mouth of yours and talk back to me, well," he trailed his hand to Lucky's exposed jaw, "I might use my artistic expression to get creative with your teeth. Understand?"
"Yes," Lucky said stiffly.
"Good boy," Slider said condescendingly. He lightly patted Lucky on the cheek, causing him to wince. "I would tell you to go break a leg, but I guess you have already done that." He chuckled as he walked away, leaving behind the hapless reject.
Lucky gripped his crutches tightly as he stared at the ground. He wasn't sure what had possessed him to say that to Slider. He knew better then to tick of the Alpha Male. But seeing him frustrated—not getting his way—it had given him a boost of confidence that he normally didn't feel. Which he certainly didn't feel now. He's right. If it wasn't for Mr. Nook, and Isabelle and all the others, I would have had it. I would have died from disease or infection long ago. I'm so sick of this…broken existence.
"Did you see his face?" His thoughts were interrupted by Ankha and Isabelle coming up. Isabelle was laughing. "Thank you so much again, Ankha. I don't know how you could stand it. It was all I could do, to stand there and to try to not react to it."
Ankha flicked her blue hair back over her shoulder. "It's not as bad to me as it is to you, I think. I get used to it." She took in Lucky's stance. "Lucky, is something wrong?"
"Nothing," Lucky murmured, voice strained.
"Oh." Both ladies were looking at him in concern. Ankha slowly reached out and touched his hands. "You shouldn't grip your crutches like that," she mumbled, "you might break them."
"I won't break the crutches," Lucky snapped.
The girls shared a look. "That's not what I meant," Ankha said slowly, "and you know it. Lucky, what's wrong? Did something happen?"
"Was it Slider?" Isabelle said before he could answer. "You know you shouldn't listen to him."
"I know that," Lucky growled. "Just—just leave me alone."
Hurt and pain showed in Ankha's eyes before it dropped away, as if she was wearing a mask of indifference. "Alright then, I'll go." She turned and walked away stiffly.
Isabelle stayed a moment longer, giving Lucky a level look. "Lucky," she said softly, gently, "I know you are in pain, but you aren't the only one who can be hurt. And I know you have a tendency to withdraw from people," she continued before he could get a word in. "Just, don't push away those who really care about you. We are all here for you, Sweetie. Remember that."
POV
Marshal/ squirrel
About a year and a half ago
Marshal was arranging the lemon tarts on a tray to be placed in the display case when he heard Sally in the front. "Morning, Sir! Hang on, he's in the back; I'll get him." Sally stuck her head through the door. "You will never guess who's here," she smirked at him.
"My tips say Mr. Redd."
"You are correct. You better hurry; you don't want to keep your patron waiting…" Sally let the door swing shut behind her.
Marshal suppressed a sigh. All the other employees had made their opinion of him known. And they made no secret that they all hated trying to serve him. It had gotten to the point that they would just get Marshal as soon as they realized he was here.
Marshal hurriedly finished and came to the front. His eyes quickly found him, sitting at one of the tables off to the side. Marshal gave a jaunty salute before turning back to Sally. "Did he order already?"
"Yup. He wants his usual."
"Aw, you know you could make that."
Sally gave him a sidelong look. "Not according to him I can't," she kept her voice down. "And I don't need that stress in the first hour of my shift. It's too early to have that much drama."
"Well, it's a good thing that he likes me then," Marshal laughed.
"Is it though?" Sally said softy under her breath.
Marshal placed the drink on the tray and, after a second of hesitation, grabbed one of the muffins made fresh that morning as well. He walked over to him.
"Morning, Sir." Marshal had his chipper energy as always.
"Good morning, Marshal." Mr. Redd gave him a smile. "How are things going for you?"
"Can't complain." Marshal placed the drink and muffin on the table. "Sorry for the wait. I'm afraid you have scared my coworkers into thinking I'm the only who can make your drink." Marshal hid the statement behind a smile.
"Ah, that's because I want someone who can truly make it correct."
Marshal hesitated. "I'm glad you think that, but I can assure you that they all are perfectly capable of doing it. I'll even show them the proper way to do it." Ya, you're drink is nowhere near as complicated as you think it is. Even the Newbies could make it.
"Now, Marshal, you aren't trying to promote yourself out of a job, are you?"
"Oh, no, I'm still the best." Marshal laughed. "I just don't want you to have to wait till I'm free." It will also make the others happier too.
"Oh, I don't mind waiting. Good things come to those who wait, after all." Mr. Redd said causally. He patted the table. "Sit down for a second, Marshal. I have something to discuss with you."
Marshal glanced back at Sally and the others. They seemed to be holding up okay for now. "Sure thing, Sir." Hooking a chair with his foot, he pulled it out and sat down. "What is it?"
"Have you ever considered working for anyone else? You are good enough; you could work at any café in the city."
"Aw, thanks, Sir." Marshal beamed at the praise. "But no, I can't imagine working for anyone else, besides old Brewster. But that doesn't mean I want to work here forever." Pulling out a pen, Marshal reached over to snag one of the paper napkins. "I want to start my own place one day." He begin to quickly sketch out a design.
"Really?" Mr. Redd looked on in interest.
"Yes, but don't get me wrong," Marshal said hurriedly. "I love this old place. It's practically my second home. But I want something that is purely mine. There is something about starting something on your own. Building it up from the ground with your own two hands, you know?"
Mr. Redd chuckled. "You sound just like him." But Marshal couldn't tell if he was really talking to him.
"Really?" Marshal looked up from his sketch. "Friend of yours?"
Abruptly, Mr. Redd's demeanor changed. "It doesn't matter," he cut in harshly. "And I would appreciate you not meddling into my personal life."
"Oh, um, yes, Sir." Marshal was a little thrown by the flip in temperament. "Sorry, Sir. I…better get back to work now. Enjoy the rest of your drink." He stood up and hurried back to his counter area. What the heck…
Later, as Marshal was gathering up all the dirty cups and saucers, Marshal noticed that his drawing was gone. Oh, well, he probably just threw it away anyway.
Authors Note!
Sorry this is a little late, but this chapter is a behemoth! It is the largest word count, plus so much ground is covered in this one. Hopefully, this makes the wait worth it.
Timmy/Tommy: Even though I do not own or profit in any way from it, I couldn't resist a reference to a Serious of Unfortunate Events. Lemony Snicket himself would be proud of the trauma that I have planned for those two boys.
Blathers: As someone who grew up reading Brian Jacques Redwall series, reading the different accents/dialects isn't really weird to me; but I know that this writing style has fallen out of style. But I do have a confession to make: I kind of forgot to "write" in Blathers' accent. For the past several chapters. At this point, I feel like you all will still "hear" it, even if I don't go back and write it in. Plus, while Past-me decided it was a good idea, Present-me wonders if it would just be distracting at this point. So I think I'm going to just leave it out. That and I'm too lazy to go back and fix the all the past passages…
Shoutout to whoever put all of Blathers' dialogue up on the Animal Crossing Wiki. That was fantastic for trying to make his conversations feel more…well, like Blathers.
Alex: Same as with all of my characters, the longer they are in the story, the more of their personality shows through. A lot of character qualities are not purely good or bad, but a mixture of the two, depending on the situation. Part of life is learning how to balance this. Some of Alex's greatest strengths can also be a great weakness…but I'm getting ahead of myself.
Stiches: Yay, the first island hybrid not part of the village! Technically. Stiches was fun; I enjoyed writing him. He is must certainly going to reappear.
Response to Reviewers!
GhostTurtle (and friends): Aww, thanks for the review(s)! I'm glad all of you are enjoying this. Hope you got your angst fix; and don't worry, there will be plenty more angst. And don't worry about posting a second review. I love the interaction, so you can always write me again. Or DM me through Private Massager if you want; I am on this site almost daily (I have no life), so I will probably see it sooner rather than later. And I'm always down to discuss this WIP, XD
So onto your questions: First, Nook arrived at the island about five years ago, give or take. The different backstories (as they come up) will give you an idea of who came when. Your question reminded me that this information is more relevant now, so I worked it into this chapter (see, everyone, feedback is important. Plus, I really, really like it).
Second: I'm not sure about Harv's Island, actually. Because in NH you couldn't really leave the Island, I planned for most of my plot to take place there (with a few exceptions…). I'm not sure how to work in Harv's Island based on my current plot. I do plan on adding Kapp'n and Lottie though. So my answer is maybe…I'll go with a maybe…
Guest (Jan 24th): You are correct, that my Mr. Redd is based on the Redd in the game! I have hinted at his past and in-game version, but haven't really gotten into it yet. Marshal's backstory is tied more closely with Redd, and I'm going to continue to make nods to his origin as the story goes.
Waltersul: Thanks for the review, and I'm delighted to hear that you love my WIP! I'm glad you are excited for more, and hope you continue to love it! XD
DefenseSquadofDefenseSquad: I'm glad you really like my story; I hope it continues to keep your interest. Thanks for the review, my man!
As always, thanks in advance for any Favorites, Follows, or Reviews. Especially Reviews (see previous comment about having no life, lol). As you can tell, the story will start to shift to more drama and action; I would be very pleased (and grateful) to know your thoughts as we start to get into this. Thanks again for sticking with me!