username;;
Tricksters
name;;
Bob
gender;;
Male
art of him as an animal crossing villager;;
{Going to go along with Bobs' Beloved}
The Nightmare of Bobs' Beloved:
With eyes trained towards the sky,
Bob let out a thick sigh of relaxation. He
leaned back into his lawn chair, his tail
beating softly against the ground. His fishing
pole was firmly clasped between both his
paws.
The water reflected the sun and the tree's, him
and his precious lawn chair, and his fishing pole with it's
buoy that bobbed peacefully in the water before
him.
Slowly closing his eyes, Bob sunk deeper into his
lawn chair. "Just one minute of shut eye," He told
himself in a sighed mumble. "the fish are all sleeping,
you won't miss even 1 catch..." his voice slowly drifted
away, replaced by the smooth sounds of his
steady breaths.
Suddenly, Bob was jolted awake by a deep, rumbling noise.
He opened his eyes, glancing around drowsily.
Is it night? Where are the stars?
The deep rumbling sound came again, thicker and more
profound, along with it part of the sky started to slowly light up
above Bob's head. He glanced up, squinting at the bright light
forming.
Lightning suddenly burst down from the clouds above him,
surging towards him.
With a mortified scream, Bob leaped out of his lawn chair and rolled
across the grass, landing in the lake with a large: 'KER-Splash!'
The thought suddenly crossed his mind after words started to
get breathed from his mouth.
"MY CHAIR!" He screamed. He reached for the smokey, ashy
cloud where his chair had been, his vision snapping to darkness.
Bob sat up, gasping loudly, his hand slapping onto his chest.
His heart was racing and sweat was streaming down from his brow. But...
He wasn't out by the lake in his chair. He was laying in his bed,
in his house. Suddenly, something cold and damp dropped
from the ceiling, dropping between his hair and ear.
His ear twitched and he looked up to his ceiling. Another water droplet fell,
this time hitting his nose with a small 'drip' noise. He sighed. It
was just the leak in his faulty roof. It must have been storming earlier
that night.
He suddenly thought of something.
"Oh no, my chair!" He gasped, nearly sobbing. He had left his precious chair
outside, he had gotten it soaked, it was going to be ruined.
Swinging his legs over his bed, cover still wrapped around his left leg, he got ready to
get up and go outside to save his chair. Setting his paw down on the floor, he
slipped on a puddle of water that had collected from the storm. He yelped,
falling forward.
Luckily his cover swung partially out in front of him and he saved his elbows from
getting scraped. Whining lightly, he looked up, his eyes squinted. His chair stood in front of
him, where he had put it but was too tired to remember it.
He gasped, a tear slipping down his cheek as he rushed to his feet and picked up
his chair, hugging it
as the storm raged on away.