[For the record, I've written the majority of these parts months ago and posted them in another forum I go to. I'm not entirely sure why I'm posting them here, but I am. These are the first two parts since they are rather short by themselves (About 1K words each) and lately I've been writing at least 3K per write. I don't write for comments (I enjoy writing. I don't see why people would stop writing if people don't read/comment on their work) but since these have already been written and I don't need to do any work on them, I'll probably post them a few days apart from one another, of course that's depending if people enjoy my writes or not. I wouldn't want to post here if nobody likes them. If that' hypocritical, so be it; I'll still be writing, I just won't post them here. I should also say that this doesn't entirely stay true to just the game, and the main character faces problems that are not present in AC. I'm afraid this might turn people away from the story, but whatever. The end of part one and the start of part two will be presented with a string of lines, like the one that borders this prewrite and the actual story. One final thing I need to say is that because this is an Animal Crossing fanfic, I want to try to keep it PG, but I'm pretty sure there are a handful of swears in here anyway. Anywho enough prewrite stuff here's the story]
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They say moving out is a sign of maturity. It means you’re growing up and ready to face the world. For me it was just an escape from home. That’s not to say I hate where I come from or my parents, but I just got so tired of them I decided to leave. I think what surprised, and saddened, me the most was that both okay with it. They gave me a hand packing, helped me find a new town with an empty house, gave me a bit of starting money, hell they even paid for the train ticket. Now I’m leaning against the window near my seat with my single fat dull green bag of luggage above my head in the rafters watching the world pass by. To the right on the other aisle I could make out the sleeping figure of Joan the turnip seller. She would always come to my old town to sell turnips to anyone who would buy. As a child, I always got my parents to buy me a single turnip. They were so sweet to me, and selling them for a profit in the stalk market was the last thing I ever wanted to do. My mind wandering, I wondered if she was ever the victim of discrimination for being an animal coming to a human town. I admit the first time I saw her she scared me. And why not? I was four years old and she was a large boar looming over me with turnips. Will I have to face anything like that in my new town? The only empty house we could find that wasn’t absurdity far was full of mostly animals. I wasn’t even sure if there were any other humans living there. We hit a bump on the tracks, something I didn’t think was even possible, which made my bag fall off it’s place and plop noiselessly onto the floor in front of me. It didn’t open, nothing fell out, and I stood to try and place it back onto it’s place. I had a hard time doing it when the train was still, but now that it was in motion I found it next to impossible to strap it on to it’s designated area. I was about to give up and just keep it on my lap for the rest of the trip when someone called out to me.
“Want some help with that?” I heard. Turning around I saw a blue cat wearing a red and black patterned sweater. Like most other animals, he lacked pants. How did they survive the winter, anyway?
“Uh. Well, yeah, I guess.” I stammered stupidly. It never crossed my mind before how hard it would be to talk to people--if people would even be the proper term--I’ve never met before, nor not even the same species. With a happy look on his face, he easily placed my bag onto the tall rafters and secured it. It left me wordless. He made it look so simple, and I had such a hard time with it.
“You probably think I made it look easy, huh?” He said, sitting down on the seat in front of mine. I didn’t stop him, why should I? He just helped me out. He looked out the window with a wistful look. “But really it’s only because I’ve been riding this train for a long time.” Suddenly, he looked at me with his silted red eyes. They were full of laughter and hope, but somehow I could see remorse and sadness in them. “My name’s Rover.” he said cheerfully. “What do you go by?”
“Uh, Casper.” I blurted out. “Casper Donn.” Aren’t I the social one. Not even in town yet and I’m already making friends. The window was slightly open, and a sudden draft came into the train that ruffled my black short hair. I wonder if Rover’s whiskers got in his way if the wind blew hard enough, or while eating. There was a silence coming over us that I decided was lasting way too long, so I asked the first thing I could think of. “Where are you going, Rover?” He looked at me oddly, as if that were a silly question. It made me feel ignorant.
“No where really.” He answered with a bored but curious voice. “I do this all the time. Just riding the train for fun, visiting different towns, villages, cities, whatever I think looks like fun at the moment.” This cat must be loaded with bells if he can afford to just travel for a living. “What about you, are you on your way home?” Oh man, I didn’t think he’d ask me the same question. That was stupid of me, of course he would. I need more friends to make small talk with.
“Something like that.” I told him. My voice was calm, but for some reason my heart rate had tripled. “I’m actually on my way to move into a new town.” It was more of a village, but that reminded me of medieval times, so I used town instead.
“Wow really?” He nearly shouted it out, this guy seemed more excited about it than I did. “That sounds awesome! What’s the name of the place? Maybe I’ve been there.”
“Uh,” Digging through my pockets I pulled out a small map of the town I had downloaded and printed from the internet. The top of it said ELLIN. That was a weird name. “I guess it’s called Ellin. Ever heard of it?” Rover closed his eyes and put his paws behind his head as he reclined on his seat. It looked like he was deep in thought, and I had to fight the urge to tug on one of his whiskers.
“Yeah!” He said, sitting back up. His eyes looked huge. Maybe all cats were like that. “Yeah,” he repeated, with a more in-door-voice. “I’ve been there. Nice place. My buddy runs the store there. Said he had an empty house he wanted to sell. He called me up the other day to tell me someone finally did. That was you, was it?”
“Probably, yeah.” I felt a little happy knowing my landlord was a friend of Rover. He seemed like a cool cat, if you forgive the pun, and didn’t it didn’t seem like he’d have bad friends. We talked for a little while about non important things like the weather which was suddenly becoming colder. It wasn’t that odd, seeing as we were nearing October now. A few minutes later, Rover warned me that my stop was coming up and he helped me bring down my bag.
“Here.” he said, giving me a scrap of paper, “This is my cell phone number. Give me a call sometime and I’ll humor you with a story.” I was flabbergasted.
“You aren’t coming with me?” I asked, surprised. “I thought you said you didn’t have anywhere important to go? Why not come with me for a bit, say hello to your friend?” He looked at me with a pained look before answering.
“That would be stealing your moment.” He said finally. “Your first sight of the town should be your own, not one clouded by me.” I’m not sure if he was being deep or if he just didn’t want to get off the train to my new town. Whatever the case was, I didn’t push it. It wouldn’t do me any good to upset a new friend.
The train came to a stop for the umpteenth time. The difference was that this time I was the only one standing near the door to get off. When it opened, I gave Rover a sad little wave, flung my bag over my shoulder and walked off the train.
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The first thing that hit me was the strong wind that emerged with the door opening. Part of me suspected it was just air shoot things attached to the door, like how most supermarkets have on their doors to make it seem fresher than it really is. All that made me want to do was hang around the door all day. Stepping off the train’s cabin, I had to shield my eyes from the bright rays of the already setting sun. How late was it, anyway? I didn’t have a watch on my person, it was in my bag and I didn’t want to dig around for it now.
“Eeeeek!”
Holy hell, what was that!?
“Eek eek. Welcome to the outskirts of Ellin!”
Turning to the right slightly allowed me see the source of the cries. It was a monkey. In some kind of suit. Oh duh, he works for the train station. Come on, Casper, try to keep up.
“Uh. Thanks.” I muttered, followed with “Where’s the town, if you could tell me?” The monkey Porter pointed down the steps and said
“Follow the path. Eek. It’s not too long a walk, but you should hurry before it gets dark.” He quickly removed his little hat and scratched his head. Very monkey-like, I guess. “Wait, your name wouldn’t happen to be Casper, would it?”
“Yeah, actually it is. Why?” Am I famous now?
“Mister Tom Nook told me to give the new person moving in a map in his place.” He turned around to reveal a small dark green box that looked like it was used for mail more than anything. Reaching his paw in, he pulled out a sheet of paper and handed it to me. “Here you go. Eek. Your house is marked as well as other villagers’ houses. Along with the store, the tailor, museum, and all the other things Ellin has to offer.” I took the map and gave it a quick look through. This train station was far up north from the rest of the town. My new house was waiting for me south of here. It wouldn’t take too long to reach it, I hoped.
“Um thanks, goodbye.” I said to him briskly.
“Eekeek. Byebye, mister Casper. Come around whenever you want to travel somewhere.”
I walked carefully down the small steps of the station, and saw the huge clock it had on top of it. 6:57 PM, and slowly getting darker. The path the Porter had mentioned was a dirt road surrounded by trees. The slowly setting sun gave the place an odd feel, it was like a mix of hope and fright. I was really curious to get off the path and see what the rest of the town looked like, but I was tired and wanted to fall sleep as soon as possible. A few more minutes of walking passed when I heard a rustle behind a tree. Being in an unknown place nearing darkness tends to make people paranoid, and I’m not no exception. Slowly, I turned to where I heard the noise.
“Hello?” I said timidly. There was another rustle of leaves followed by a small clicking noise. Now I was scared. The clicking reminded me of the click of a pistol being pulled back. What if some kind of homicidal maniac was out and about? I stepped awkwardly in the opposite direction of the noise. I was still facing towards it, though, in case someone jumped out, I would see them. Another rustle, though this time I saw movement in a nearby bush. “Hello?” I said again, forcing my voice not to crack. There was a soft buzzing noise as a small insect flew out of the bush. My mind told me to relax. It was the bug that made the noise, obviously. Boy was I wrong. I was busy watching the small red bug fly away, so I didn’t see the small figure coming towards me. Without warning, there was a loud scream from behind me. Alarmed, I turned around to see a small silhouette holding what looked like the silhouette of a pole arm weapon rushing towards me. I was stunned with fear. My legs locked up, my heart rate tripled, and cold sweat made my shirt stick to my back. Seconds felt like days as the small figure ran towards me. When it got close enough, it swung it’s weapon down towards me.
Goodbye, Anna.
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They say moving out is a sign of maturity. It means you’re growing up and ready to face the world. For me it was just an escape from home. That’s not to say I hate where I come from or my parents, but I just got so tired of them I decided to leave. I think what surprised, and saddened, me the most was that both okay with it. They gave me a hand packing, helped me find a new town with an empty house, gave me a bit of starting money, hell they even paid for the train ticket. Now I’m leaning against the window near my seat with my single fat dull green bag of luggage above my head in the rafters watching the world pass by. To the right on the other aisle I could make out the sleeping figure of Joan the turnip seller. She would always come to my old town to sell turnips to anyone who would buy. As a child, I always got my parents to buy me a single turnip. They were so sweet to me, and selling them for a profit in the stalk market was the last thing I ever wanted to do. My mind wandering, I wondered if she was ever the victim of discrimination for being an animal coming to a human town. I admit the first time I saw her she scared me. And why not? I was four years old and she was a large boar looming over me with turnips. Will I have to face anything like that in my new town? The only empty house we could find that wasn’t absurdity far was full of mostly animals. I wasn’t even sure if there were any other humans living there. We hit a bump on the tracks, something I didn’t think was even possible, which made my bag fall off it’s place and plop noiselessly onto the floor in front of me. It didn’t open, nothing fell out, and I stood to try and place it back onto it’s place. I had a hard time doing it when the train was still, but now that it was in motion I found it next to impossible to strap it on to it’s designated area. I was about to give up and just keep it on my lap for the rest of the trip when someone called out to me.
“Want some help with that?” I heard. Turning around I saw a blue cat wearing a red and black patterned sweater. Like most other animals, he lacked pants. How did they survive the winter, anyway?
“Uh. Well, yeah, I guess.” I stammered stupidly. It never crossed my mind before how hard it would be to talk to people--if people would even be the proper term--I’ve never met before, nor not even the same species. With a happy look on his face, he easily placed my bag onto the tall rafters and secured it. It left me wordless. He made it look so simple, and I had such a hard time with it.
“You probably think I made it look easy, huh?” He said, sitting down on the seat in front of mine. I didn’t stop him, why should I? He just helped me out. He looked out the window with a wistful look. “But really it’s only because I’ve been riding this train for a long time.” Suddenly, he looked at me with his silted red eyes. They were full of laughter and hope, but somehow I could see remorse and sadness in them. “My name’s Rover.” he said cheerfully. “What do you go by?”
“Uh, Casper.” I blurted out. “Casper Donn.” Aren’t I the social one. Not even in town yet and I’m already making friends. The window was slightly open, and a sudden draft came into the train that ruffled my black short hair. I wonder if Rover’s whiskers got in his way if the wind blew hard enough, or while eating. There was a silence coming over us that I decided was lasting way too long, so I asked the first thing I could think of. “Where are you going, Rover?” He looked at me oddly, as if that were a silly question. It made me feel ignorant.
“No where really.” He answered with a bored but curious voice. “I do this all the time. Just riding the train for fun, visiting different towns, villages, cities, whatever I think looks like fun at the moment.” This cat must be loaded with bells if he can afford to just travel for a living. “What about you, are you on your way home?” Oh man, I didn’t think he’d ask me the same question. That was stupid of me, of course he would. I need more friends to make small talk with.
“Something like that.” I told him. My voice was calm, but for some reason my heart rate had tripled. “I’m actually on my way to move into a new town.” It was more of a village, but that reminded me of medieval times, so I used town instead.
“Wow really?” He nearly shouted it out, this guy seemed more excited about it than I did. “That sounds awesome! What’s the name of the place? Maybe I’ve been there.”
“Uh,” Digging through my pockets I pulled out a small map of the town I had downloaded and printed from the internet. The top of it said ELLIN. That was a weird name. “I guess it’s called Ellin. Ever heard of it?” Rover closed his eyes and put his paws behind his head as he reclined on his seat. It looked like he was deep in thought, and I had to fight the urge to tug on one of his whiskers.
“Yeah!” He said, sitting back up. His eyes looked huge. Maybe all cats were like that. “Yeah,” he repeated, with a more in-door-voice. “I’ve been there. Nice place. My buddy runs the store there. Said he had an empty house he wanted to sell. He called me up the other day to tell me someone finally did. That was you, was it?”
“Probably, yeah.” I felt a little happy knowing my landlord was a friend of Rover. He seemed like a cool cat, if you forgive the pun, and didn’t it didn’t seem like he’d have bad friends. We talked for a little while about non important things like the weather which was suddenly becoming colder. It wasn’t that odd, seeing as we were nearing October now. A few minutes later, Rover warned me that my stop was coming up and he helped me bring down my bag.
“Here.” he said, giving me a scrap of paper, “This is my cell phone number. Give me a call sometime and I’ll humor you with a story.” I was flabbergasted.
“You aren’t coming with me?” I asked, surprised. “I thought you said you didn’t have anywhere important to go? Why not come with me for a bit, say hello to your friend?” He looked at me with a pained look before answering.
“That would be stealing your moment.” He said finally. “Your first sight of the town should be your own, not one clouded by me.” I’m not sure if he was being deep or if he just didn’t want to get off the train to my new town. Whatever the case was, I didn’t push it. It wouldn’t do me any good to upset a new friend.
The train came to a stop for the umpteenth time. The difference was that this time I was the only one standing near the door to get off. When it opened, I gave Rover a sad little wave, flung my bag over my shoulder and walked off the train.
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The first thing that hit me was the strong wind that emerged with the door opening. Part of me suspected it was just air shoot things attached to the door, like how most supermarkets have on their doors to make it seem fresher than it really is. All that made me want to do was hang around the door all day. Stepping off the train’s cabin, I had to shield my eyes from the bright rays of the already setting sun. How late was it, anyway? I didn’t have a watch on my person, it was in my bag and I didn’t want to dig around for it now.
“Eeeeek!”
Holy hell, what was that!?
“Eek eek. Welcome to the outskirts of Ellin!”
Turning to the right slightly allowed me see the source of the cries. It was a monkey. In some kind of suit. Oh duh, he works for the train station. Come on, Casper, try to keep up.
“Uh. Thanks.” I muttered, followed with “Where’s the town, if you could tell me?” The monkey Porter pointed down the steps and said
“Follow the path. Eek. It’s not too long a walk, but you should hurry before it gets dark.” He quickly removed his little hat and scratched his head. Very monkey-like, I guess. “Wait, your name wouldn’t happen to be Casper, would it?”
“Yeah, actually it is. Why?” Am I famous now?
“Mister Tom Nook told me to give the new person moving in a map in his place.” He turned around to reveal a small dark green box that looked like it was used for mail more than anything. Reaching his paw in, he pulled out a sheet of paper and handed it to me. “Here you go. Eek. Your house is marked as well as other villagers’ houses. Along with the store, the tailor, museum, and all the other things Ellin has to offer.” I took the map and gave it a quick look through. This train station was far up north from the rest of the town. My new house was waiting for me south of here. It wouldn’t take too long to reach it, I hoped.
“Um thanks, goodbye.” I said to him briskly.
“Eekeek. Byebye, mister Casper. Come around whenever you want to travel somewhere.”
I walked carefully down the small steps of the station, and saw the huge clock it had on top of it. 6:57 PM, and slowly getting darker. The path the Porter had mentioned was a dirt road surrounded by trees. The slowly setting sun gave the place an odd feel, it was like a mix of hope and fright. I was really curious to get off the path and see what the rest of the town looked like, but I was tired and wanted to fall sleep as soon as possible. A few more minutes of walking passed when I heard a rustle behind a tree. Being in an unknown place nearing darkness tends to make people paranoid, and I’m not no exception. Slowly, I turned to where I heard the noise.
“Hello?” I said timidly. There was another rustle of leaves followed by a small clicking noise. Now I was scared. The clicking reminded me of the click of a pistol being pulled back. What if some kind of homicidal maniac was out and about? I stepped awkwardly in the opposite direction of the noise. I was still facing towards it, though, in case someone jumped out, I would see them. Another rustle, though this time I saw movement in a nearby bush. “Hello?” I said again, forcing my voice not to crack. There was a soft buzzing noise as a small insect flew out of the bush. My mind told me to relax. It was the bug that made the noise, obviously. Boy was I wrong. I was busy watching the small red bug fly away, so I didn’t see the small figure coming towards me. Without warning, there was a loud scream from behind me. Alarmed, I turned around to see a small silhouette holding what looked like the silhouette of a pole arm weapon rushing towards me. I was stunned with fear. My legs locked up, my heart rate tripled, and cold sweat made my shirt stick to my back. Seconds felt like days as the small figure ran towards me. When it got close enough, it swung it’s weapon down towards me.
Goodbye, Anna.
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I can't praise it enough, and the wonderful personalities you've given to these characters too. I hope to see more chapters someday.
