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Fang

Imagine having a nice lunch with Fang😋

You set your knife down as someone begins to knock on your door.

You glance at the clock to see that it was twelve in the afternoon--the time you and Fang had agreed on to share a lunch.

After quickly wiping your hands on your shirt, you walk over to the door and open it. As expected, Fang stands at your door.

As his eyes land on you, he smiles.

"Good afternoon, Y/N." He greets as you invite him in. He doesn't notice as you lock the door behind him. "Thank you for letting me come over. Tom Nook's been helping me pack up my things all day, and he was starting to get on my nerves a bit."

"Oh?" You ask as you lead him to your kitchen, where a table stands. You signal for Fang to sit down on a chair you pull out, which he does gratefully. "Why so?"

Fang scoffs as he shifts on the chair.

"He speaks to himself too much." He explains, watching you head over to your stove. "Half of the things he says don't make much sense; he kept mentioning that Redd guy."

You wouldn't be surprised if you found the shady salesman's body dumped in the nearby river soon, but you kept that thought to yourself.

After all, Tom Nook had been very kind with you. He had made today possible.

Your grip on the pot you had begun to remove from the stove tightened. Yes, you owed Tom Nook quite a bit after today.

Taking a deep breath, you flash Fang a smile. He returns it easily as you set the warm pot on the centre of your table.

"Tom Nook's just old," You say as you pour the pot's contents into the bowl in front of the wolf. "You shouldn't believe everything he says."

"I know, but it was a little disturbing. He started repeating to himself list of objects he said he'd need to 'do the job'. He asked to borrow my shovel." Fang mumbled before raising an eyebrow at you. "That's a lot of stew, don't you think?"

You look down to see that the bowl is close to overflowing. You shrug.

"I made a lot." You explain before pouring yourself a considerably smaller serving. You sit down across from Fang and smile. "You should eat it all."

"Of...course. Is there a reason why I wouldn't?" He asks suspiciously, though he picks up his spoon nonetheless.

You shrug again.

"You might not like it. I think I overdid it with the salt."

Fang takes his first spoonful and instantly grimaces.

He chokes out, "It's not bad."

Your smile widens.

"I'm glad you like it." You watch as he struggles to eat another bite; he was so polite. "Once you're done, could you help me get something out of my basement? I need to mail it by tonight."

"Your...basement?" He questions, and you could see the apprehension in his eyes. He glances at the locked door and shifts uneasily.

"Yes, my basement." You repeat casually. When he continues to look fearful, you elaborate. "One of my friends is moving into town. I haven't seen them in years, and I got them a dresser I thought they might like."

To your sheer excitement, Fang visibly relaxes. He nods and continues to eat from the salty stew.

"I'd love to help you, Y/N," he says after forcing down more stew. "You've done so much for me while I stayed here that I feel like this is the least I could do before I move away. I'll make sure I write everyday."

"That won't be necessary." You assure him before getting up. "We can head down to the basement now."

You watch as his gaze lands on your untouched bowl.

"...Aren't you going to eat?"

"No."

His eyes flick to the door once again before he sets his spoon down.

Despite the warning bells that were surely going off in his head, Fang follows you down into your basement.

As expected, he freezes as soon as the lights inside turn on.

"I-It looks just like my house." He mumbles, taking a step back. You lock the door behind you, and the sound triggers him.  You step aside to watch the wolf quickly scramble back up the steps you had just descended together.

Halfway up, his movement turns sluggish.

"What did you do?" He asks quietly, before collapsing on the staircase.

After a minute of watching his motionless body, you approach his limp body. You prod him to ensure that he won't be waking up anytime soon before giving his head a light pat.

You feel a grin pull at your lips; he looks so peaceful.

"Don't ever threaten to leave this place again." You whisper before hoisting him up and setting him down on a sofa. You tuck him underneath a blanket Fang had once mentioned his mother knitted for him; Tom Nook was a great crook.

You brush Fang's fur gently before giggling.

He was home now.

And he was never going to leave.