It was night, and the moon was hiding under a blanket of clouds. It seemed everyone was aware of what Tom Nook was planning, except for the villager.
The villager woke up in a strange place, there heart pounding, they attempted to get up, only to realise that they were tied down. The room was completely dark, and you could hear the noise of something, moving around. There was actually lots of somethings moving around. Hundreds, or even thousands of somethings.
After what felt like hours, the villager heard someone open a door. Minutes later, a light flickered on. The villager realised that the somethings they had heard were tarantulas. And not just any tarantulas, but all the tarantulas the villager had sold to Timmy and Tommy. The villager was inside Nooks cranny. Or, the villager was under Nooks cranny. The footsteps became louder and louder, closer and closer. The villagers breathing rapidly increased as the owner of the footsteps made themselves visible.
The villager suddenly realised why they were here.
