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Mystery
Musician is my newest AC fanfic. I will post it here, and on ACC.
Please, as a side note, if you don't want to waste time with a wav file
(since it takes forever to load) I will supply a MIDI file as well.
Original Website Posted on: http://www.animalcrossingcommunity.com/Topic/2225749/1/Mysterious_Musician
Chapter 1-The beginning.
The warm, bright sun brought joy to a group of friends who were walking
on this nice fall day. The soft wind blew through the trees, and
sometimes an occasional leaf floated down. This leaf was then raked
into the huge leaf pile. Anchovy was filled with excitement when he
finally looked up from the rake. He and his two friends, Jeremiah and
Vesta, had created the biggest leaf pile ever. It was a few feet high,
and around 5 feet in diameter, and was brightly colored with the
gorgeous leafs that fell from the tree tops. None of them could wait to
jump into the pile of leaves, only to rake it up again and repeat the
process over and over until their whole day was spent.
“Oh, I
can’t wait any longer.” Anchovy said under his breath. He took a step
backwards, and started running toward the leaf pile.
“Hey” Vesta
and Jeremiah laughed as they started towards the leaf pile too. They
all took a final leap, and landed in the soft and fun leaf pile. Tons
of leaves flown in every direction, and all three friends were laughing
their heads off. They all agreed they had to do it again, when they
were suddenly interrupted by a soft, barely audible noise (MIDI File).
It wasn’t an annoying noise, but actually quite beautiful. It almost
seemed like music, but there wasn’t anyone else in the town.
A
few weeks ago, Vesta, Jeremiah and Anchovy decided to move to a new
town together. They didn’t like their noisy neighbors very much, so it
wasn’t a hard choice. The town they moved too had a Nooks, Clothing
shop, and Post Office. It even came with a wishing well and lots of
fruit. It was incredible that no one else was there before them, since
the town was perfect.
“Hey, let’s go see what it is!” Anchovy piped up.
“No way,” Jeremiah complained, “I don’t like to mess with the supernatural.”
“Silly,
there’s no such things as ghosts,” Anchovy replied. He then motioned
for the two friends to follow, and they did. The noise seemed to be
coming in the direction of the wishing well. Anchovy took the lead,
then Vesta, and Jeremiah look the back. A few steps behind the other
two, and looked back every other step to make sure they weren’t being
followed.
They approached the wishing well, and the music
suddenly stopped. A clanking sound suddenly followed, and a flute was
left lying on the ground next to the well. A colorful piece of paper
lay under the flute, and seemed to have writing on it. Anchovy took the
flute off the paper, and was reaching towards the paper, when a sudden
gust of wind blew the paper into the ocean.
“Creepy,” Jeremiah said, “Can we leave now?”
Chapter 2-Well Encounter
Anchovy was still thinking about the mysterious musician, and at night
he left his house to further investigate the wishing well. He went
alone, since he didn’t want to bother Vesta and Jeremiah. He didn’t
understand how someone could slip away so quickly and how there was no
immediate evidence of where the person went. When Anchovy reached the
well, he walked around it a few times, and taped every stone to see if
any were hollow or enclosed a secret passage. To his disappointment,
none were. This only added to the mystery. Anchovy took another look at
the wishing well, and turned his back to it and took a few steps. He
just couldn’t leave this mystery alone, but he knew it was unsafe in
the dark with an unknown person running about.
“What are you searching for?” A bubbly voice said.
“Excuse me, who’s there?” Anchovy asked without turning around.
“Only
I, and your two friends.” The voice replied. With this said, Anchovy
turned around, only to find nothing behind him, except the wishing
well. Even more puzzled, Anchovy turned 360 degrees around, and still
didn’t see anyone.
“I can’t see anyone, not an animal in sight.” Anchovy whispered as he neared the wishing well.
“I’m
not an animal,” the bubbly voice said, “I’m your friendly neighborhood
wishing well.” Anchovy, not aware wishing wells could talk, took a few
steps back from the well. The well’s stone face turned into something
more animate. Its lips moved, its jaw moved, and its eyes blinked. It
was amazing, one second it was stone, and the next it was alive and
talking.
“Then where are my friends?” Anchovy asked the well.
“Behind
the trees over there,” the well replied. Two dark shady figures came
out from the trees, and slowly made their way to the well. Anchovy
couldn’t make out their faces right away, and was scared they weren’t
his friends, but as they neared closer he noticed they were.
“We
saw you leave your house and decided to follow you,” Vesta admitted,
“We’re really sorry, aren’t we Jeremiah.” Jeremiah was to fascinated by
the well to take any notice to Vesta’s response.
“Oh supernatural wishing well, grant me one wish, oh please!” Jeremiah said, almost in a mesmerizing tone.
“Do you have 100 bells?” the well replied.
“What?! You rip off artist!” Jeremiah said angrily.
“Stop!”
Anchovy yelled, trying to stop the fight before it begins. He then
walked up to the well and asked it about the mysterious musician.
“I
remember that day very well,” the well replied, “He, (or was it a
girl?), sat right on my ledge, with his (or her) face away from mine.
He (or she) wore layers of clothes, and I couldn’t make out what type
of animal it was (or even if it was an animal), but he (or she) played
the flute very well, don’t you agree?”
“Do you know where they ran off to?” Anchovy questioned.
“I’m
not sure. The music from that flute was so mesmerizing that I didn’t
pay much attention. It was wonderfully played and I enjoyed it so much.
I wish I knew who the musician was.”
“Thank you very much, wishing well.” Anchovy said and started to leave.
“You
want to know something? There’s this dog, I believe his name is K.K.
He’s also a musician; he might know information about our mysterious
person.” With this said, the Well’s face turned cold, as it resumed its
non talkative position.
Ch. 3 Clink-Clank Cops
Morning. The dew was still on the ground, the
birds still sleeping in their nets, and the sun was gleaming through
Jeremiah’s window. Jeremiah turned around in bed, to keep the sun out
of his eyes, but after five minutes he was startled by a strange noise.
The noise itself was annoying, but somewhat familiar. Jeremiah knew he
heard it somewhere before, but just couldn’t think this early in the
morning. It was a tap-tap clank sort of noise. Since he couldn’t get
back to sleep with the noise, he decided it was time to get up. He
looked at the clock hanging on the wall, and say it was 10 o’clock AM.
Then the details of his late night yesterday came back to him. He
remembered about the supernatural well, and about K.K., and about how
the well was a rip off artist.
Jeremiah then continued to get
out of bed, changed out of his pajamas, and put on a nice blue shirt.
He sat down at his kitten table (the one that Vesta gave him for his
birthday), and ate breakfast, which was waffles and cream. And all
during breakfast, the noise continued. To make matters worse, it
stopped and started at irregular intervals.
Then for some time,
the tap-tap clank sound stopped. “I can finally get some rest” Jeremiah
thought to himself. He put his arms on the table, and put his head on
top of them. He quickly found a cozy spot, and was back to sleep.
Vesta
and Anchovy both woke up early, due to the excitement of all that
happened. Neither of them could sleep very well, but both felt awake.
The tap-tap clank noise caught their curiosity, and decided to check
what was going on.
“It’s coming from this way.” Anchovy insisted, as he pointed left.
“No, the noise is coming from this direction.” Vesta claimed as she pointed in another direction.
“I
have 20:20 hearing, which is perfect. And I know it’s coming from this
direction.” Anchovy said, trying to convince Vesta he was right.
“Well, I’m perfect in every single way.” Vesta replied, as she started walking in the direction she pointed in.
“FINE!” Anchovy said, “Let us see who’s right.”
With that, they went their separate ways. After several minutes, Vesta was first to arrive at the source of the sound.
“I win.” Vesta said as Anchovy arrived 10 minutes later.
Anchovy,
who was too dumbfounded by what he say, didn’t even bother answering,
and possibly didn’t hear the comment. Before his two little eyes were
two dogs, each carrying and pounding bricks, logs, metal, and all sorts
of housing supplies. He wasn’t expecting more villagers, especially two
cops. They seemed to be building a Police Station and a pretty decent
one as well.
Within minutes of seeing the cops, he had a plan
already formed in his head. They would be the perfect people to help
with their mysterious flute player. When/if the musician ever came
back, the cops would be on their trail within seconds, and hopefully
find out who the person is.
“It’s Perfect!” Anchovy yelled. He
looked at the cops, and they seemed somewhat able to catch the cops.
“All dogs are fast” Anchovy kept saying to himself as he watched them.
He didn’t want to believe that the town he was staying in had slow
cops. He really wanted to know who the musician was.
The shorter
cop slipped on a bunch of nails, and fell to the ground, and let out a
loud yelp. It keep Vesta’s and Anchovy’s ears ringing.
Suddenly,
from another place in town, there was an even louder yelp. Anchovy
looked around to try to find where the yelp came from, and he didn’t
have to look long. Jeremiah, who had a big bump on his head, was
running right towards the cop who fell on the nails. After seeing Vesta
and Anchovy, he started to calm down.
It turns out Jeremiah was
startled by the loud yelp, and fell out of his chair and hit his head,
which caused in to yell out in pain.
“I’m sorry (…I think…)” the cop who tripped said, “I didn’t mean to hurt someone.”
“It’s ok. I’ll just have to get a new hairdo to cover the bump” Jeremiah said, “By the way, I’m Jeremiah.”
“And
I’m Booker. Nice to meet you,” The cop said as he held out his hand (or
technically speaking, it was a paw), which Jeremiah then shook with his
hand (or technically speaking, it was a flipper)
Booker then introduced Copper, and Jeremiah introduced his friends.
“We
have important news.” Copper stated, “We have been selected to serve
the villagers of this town from the National Security Headquarters for
Animals (NSHA). He are here to inform you of upcoming events, keep your
village crime free, and regulate the lost and found. I will now inform
you of upcoming events. Totakeke, or K.K., will be coming tomorrow at
8:00 at night to do a live performance. And Redd is scheduled to come
on Monday. You should find him on acre C-4. There are no suspected
crimes or criminals, and currently there are no lost and found items.”
“Do you do investigations and detective stuff as well?” Anchovy asked.
“Yes, We do. Is there something you want us to investigate?” Copper responded.
“Actually,
there is. Yesterday at the wishing well, there was a mysterious
musician, and played the flute wonderfully. We don’t know who it
could’ve been, and they left no trace of whom or where they went. I…We
would like to know who it is.” Anchovy said without any pauses.
“I
see. We will be right on the case after we finish up here. You can
count on us…I think.” Booker said, as they began to build again. But
this time they seemed to go slightly faster. Possibly because they have
a mystery to solve, or maybe it was just getting hotter. The Town Bell
then started ringing. It was now Noon.Town Tune 1.mid
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