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I’ve lived in Place for a little over a month now.
The initial shock of waking up in some kind of alternate dimension, being made mayor, selling bugs and fruit to keep a roof over my head and “holy moly! Talking animals!” has finally faded.

That said, I’ve never really been able to grasp what kind of atmosphere there is here. By that I mean, there’s this comfy village and a super cool island, really nice people and a desk with my name on it. But at the same time, this village is barren, there’s this huge political mix-up that nobody but me has even realised… and Tom.

If the subtle unhappiness of certain faces in Place wasn’t concerning enough, that guy is putting me on some serious edge and, to be honest, I think I’m worrying him too. He knows what a human is. He definitely knows that I’m not from here. Does he know I’m not supposed to be mayor either?

Stuff like that was going through my mind this morning.
I entered town hall, a little sleep deprived, with the intention of doing my fair share of paperwork before heading off to the island again. Instead of “Morning, mayor!”, I was met with a gloomy looking Isabelle, who met my gaze with a shaken “Oh, mayor, you’re here”.

“Morning” I yawned “…hey, what’s up with you? Lose a pen or something?”

Isabelle shook her head.
“No, no, I always have spares…” she gulped “It’s Gruff. He’s… gone.”

“Ugh, he moved out? Whatever, that’s one less mouth to feed, I suppose/”

“N-no, mayor. He’s gone gone.”

Not a moment later, I rushed over towards his house by the waterfall. I came to an abrupt stop when I saw the scene from afar. Where his house once stood, was now nothing more than a patch of dirt and a garden without an owner. I would have approached closer, but my path was blocked by the river that curled its way through the village.

If only there was a bridge.

I barely acknowledged Simon come up next to me as I gawked at the abandoned lot.

“It happened last night whilst you were away” he explained “I had been giving him medicine for the past week or so, ‘figured it was just the flu or something.”

That old coot used to berate me for coming within throwing distance of his flowers and generally treated everyone like trash and yet here I was feeling hollow. How does death manage to do that? I didn’t even know that people here could even die! Yeah, I know, that makes no sense, but the last thing I thought about when I was thrown into this world was the life expectancy of these cuddly animal people.

“…they tore his house down?” was all I managed to say in response. “He hasn’t even been dead a full day.”

“It’s recycling” said Simon “nothing goes to waste here, remember? The materials to make his home will go on to make the house for whoever comes in next. Same goes for whoever just moves out. It’s all Mr Nook’s idea, all of his houses are custom built.”

Of course he would have a hand in this.
I dread to ask what they did with Gruff’s body. Did they recycle that too!? Simon continued to talk about what had actually happened, but my mind was made up. As much as the events of this morning had shook me, it had made things a lot simpler.

Tonight, I’m out of here.

~Author’s Notes~

I promise this is the heaviest My Place will go for now.

Writing this was a challenge because even though the last few chapters have been less comedic in nature, this one was such a dramatic entry that I was afraid of going too far. The reason I’m incorporating the death of a cartoon Billy Goat is because back in 2013 when Gruff left my town in New Leaf, I played pretend as if he had passed away simply because he came off as an old man to me and was the first villager I lost. It’s funny, cuz back then I did it for comedic purposes but here it is being played off seriously!

Also, we’re not far off from the end of season one!
The following chapters will all be interconnected – no character introductions or explaining stuff from the games etc. I hope you enjoy the final stretch of My Place’s first year!

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Description

I’ve lived in Place for a little over a month now.
The initial shock of waking up in some kind of alternate dimension, being made mayor, selling bugs and fruit to keep a roof over my head and “holy moly! Talking animals!” has finally faded.

That said, I’ve never really been able to grasp what kind of atmosphere there is here. By that I mean, there’s this comfy village and a super cool island, really nice people and a desk with my name on it. But at the same time, this village is barren, there’s this huge political mix-up that nobody but me has even realised… and Tom.

If the subtle unhappiness of certain faces in Place wasn’t concerning enough, that guy is putting me on some serious edge and, to be honest, I think I’m worrying him too. He knows what a human is. He definitely knows that I’m not from here. Does he know I’m not supposed to be mayor either?

Stuff like that was going through my mind this morning.
I entered town hall, a little sleep deprived, with the intention of doing my fair share of paperwork before heading off to the island again. Instead of “Morning, mayor!”, I was met with a gloomy looking Isabelle, who met my gaze with a shaken “Oh, mayor, you’re here”.

“Morning” I yawned “…hey, what’s up with you? Lose a pen or something?”

Isabelle shook her head.
“No, no, I always have spares…” she gulped “It’s Gruff. He’s… gone.”

“Ugh, he moved out? Whatever, that’s one less mouth to feed, I suppose/”

“N-no, mayor. He’s gone gone.”

Not a moment later, I rushed over towards his house by the waterfall. I came to an abrupt stop when I saw the scene from afar. Where his house once stood, was now nothing more than a patch of dirt and a garden without an owner. I would have approached closer, but my path was blocked by the river that curled its way through the village.

If only there was a bridge.

I barely acknowledged Simon come up next to me as I gawked at the abandoned lot.

“It happened last night whilst you were away” he explained “I had been giving him medicine for the past week or so, ‘figured it was just the flu or something.”

That old coot used to berate me for coming within throwing distance of his flowers and generally treated everyone like trash and yet here I was feeling hollow. How does death manage to do that? I didn’t even know that people here could even die! Yeah, I know, that makes no sense, but the last thing I thought about when I was thrown into this world was the life expectancy of these cuddly animal people.

“…they tore his house down?” was all I managed to say in response. “He hasn’t even been dead a full day.”

“It’s recycling” said Simon “nothing goes to waste here, remember? The materials to make his home will go on to make the house for whoever comes in next. Same goes for whoever just moves out. It’s all Mr Nook’s idea, all of his houses are custom built.”

Of course he would have a hand in this.
I dread to ask what they did with Gruff’s body. Did they recycle that too!? Simon continued to talk about what had actually happened, but my mind was made up. As much as the events of this morning had shook me, it had made things a lot simpler.

Tonight, I’m out of here.

~Author’s Notes~

I promise this is the heaviest My Place will go for now.

Writing this was a challenge because even though the last few chapters have been less comedic in nature, this one was such a dramatic entry that I was afraid of going too far. The reason I’m incorporating the death of a cartoon Billy Goat is because back in 2013 when Gruff left my town in New Leaf, I played pretend as if he had passed away simply because he came off as an old man to me and was the first villager I lost. It’s funny, cuz back then I did it for comedic purposes but here it is being played off seriously!

Also, we’re not far off from the end of season one!
The following chapters will all be interconnected – no character introductions or explaining stuff from the games etc. I hope you enjoy the final stretch of My Place’s first year!

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