Sequinland [Shantae Franchise]

The sun rises upon Scuttletown, the seaside town home of the famous Half-Genie Hero. Said Half-Genie Hero was stubbornly sleeping in bed, annoyed at the sun glare coming through the window of her tower.

"Grh, stupid sun, being inconsiderate..." Shantae mumbled in her sleep, as she tussled back and forth in her bed, eager for further dreamland visiting hours. She had a very late night last night, doing favors for Rottytops was a big mistake, as she made the job of delivering some coffee beans to the zombie caravan sound easy, and for a good exchange of some useful relics her brother Abner found in the Haunted Ruins. Shantae regretted accepting the favor however, as delivering ten tonnes of beans over a mile trek through brainless zombie-infested swamplands was not a fun time, and took her well into the morning to complete.

Though out of nowhere, as the poor victim to a zombies' schemes tries to sleep, a chill runs down her spine. An innate shiver of something foreboding. She groans and rubs the sleep from her eyes, deciding to get up and dressed in case there was something she was supposed to do today, and this was some kind of warning. Also, she was having the odd sensation of being watched, and that was not a good feeling to sleep through. She groaned, shook off the chill, and decided she should get the day over with.

Getting up and dressed in her usual attire of red bedlah pants, a red sleeveless top, curled shoes and gold bracers, she greeted the day semi-readily; albeit groggily, to start her duties as guardian of Scuttle Town with some patrols, with first a stop to her uncle Mimic's workshop to say morning. Though the moment she stepped out her door, she found...