“That should be everything. Here’s your keys, and enjoy your stay at your perfect vacation home!” The house designer said, as he left the building.




Digby and Isabelle were on holiday and decided to get the Happy Home Paradise company to make them a holiday home. They hadn’t seen each other in a long time, this needing to spend quality time together.

MONDAY





Ankha was walking around town on a freezing winter evening. She wasn’t doing any shopping or going to the club even, she was planning on finding someone to eat. Ankha considered herself a veteran predator (strange sounding out of context, I know) and intended on living up to the legacy she believed she had. After all, there was lots of porn and fetish art of her on websites like Twitter™ or Fu

Digby was sat at his desk at Nook’s Homes. He was doing some late night report filing and other mundane stuff, as Tom had put him and Lottie on the night shift.




He was worried about seeing Lottie tonight, as for the past few weeks she had been acting exceptionally... Awkward? Shall we say? She seemed on the verge of crying every time she was around him, and according to his co-workers, even when she wasn’t. He feared

Lucky stood at the altar on his wedding day; dressed in an expensive tuxedo. To his left were Timmy and Tommy Nook, who were officiating the wedding. And to his left was Biskit, his best friend and best man.




He stood, nervously awaiting his soon-to-be wife. His mind rushed with thoughts of breaking down in the middle of their vows and teared up silently to the thought of being laughed at for crying after their first kiss.

You enter your office on a warm Summer evening, to the sight of Isabelle sitting on your desk. She’s your secretary, so her mere presence isn’t the problem, it’s the placement. And something about her seemed...
Off?
Maybe it was her crossed legged pose, maybe it was her messy fur. Or maybe it could’ve been her belly just barely poking out from her shirt.




You ask, in calm

Copper strolled down the dimly lit street on an evening he was told to patrol the surrounding area. He wore a high-vis jacket due to the low level of light and wasn’t worried about finding trouble.




He was rather hungry, and tired. A long shift awaited him. Most likely he’d be working until around 3:30 AM. He saw to figures standing at a bus stop; one brown, one blonde. The brown figure was consoling the blonde one, w

Barold sat on the beach one evening. The pure, orange-tinted waves came back and forth on the shore. He sat several feet from it, and was hugging his legs into his chest.




Life wasn’t treating him that well. Sure he had friends and a decent job. But what was keeping him down was his out-of-universe popularity.




You see, Barold (along with everyone else he kn

Lucky was sat on a bench at bus stop. He had gone into the city to apply for a job with the Able Sisters’ clothing brand. Specifically, he wanted to be a clothing designer.




Unluckily for him, he didn’t get the job. He had no idea why; he was perfectly qualified, no criminal record and was professional in his interview. He was certain that the interviewer just didn’t like his stutter.