Hey, so this was requested by @firebirb52
I'm sorry that I took so long to write it!
Anyways, since Isabelle is a dog, I was a little worried with what I was gonna do with this.
But then a wonderful idea appeared. I even made it into a multiple choice story (kind of) since those are pretty fun!
Enjoy~

The village wasn't necessarily as "happy" and "friendly" as it seemed...
You couldn't tell it from the shopkeepers' fake smiles, and everyone's jolly attitude, but the idea of a happy village was a lie.
The "mayor", Villager, was no mayor. He was a dictator.
He entered people's houses without their permission. He stole from the lost and found, he amassed great wealth through shady business tactics involving the turnip stock market, he demanded special treatment from local businesses, he forced villagers to buy the useless butterflies that he had captured, he ignored legal regulations regarding logging on public property, he spread misinformation regarding sales at Nook's Cranny. If someone did something that was not to his liking, he showed no mercy in the punishments he gave them, levied via taxes and disregard for their property and rights. If someone he disliked moved into the village, he would mandate that the newcomer be callously ignored by the rest of the population until they moved out. Villager had far too much power. And that doesn't even touch on the time a few villagers went missing after insulting him on his appearance after getting stung by a bee. Their bodies still haven't been found, and, though nobody can conclusively prove that Villager was the culprit, sale records from Nook's Cranny show that he had purchased a shovel from Tom Nook shortly before the disappearances. Villager's authority went unchecked. He never spoke, but you can see the murderous intent that lies behind his eyes. To disagree with him was to pronounce your own death sentence.
The one bright spot in the whole town was Isabelle.
She was Villager's secretary, and the sweetest person/dog [insert b-word joke here] you'd ever met.
She always jumped at the chance to help people, and never yelled at anyone or treated them badly.

You frowned thinking about how she was treated. Villager didn't care about her. Not one bit.
You grunted, heaving the heavy letter bag upon your shoulder, and pushing open the door to Isabelle's office with your foot.

Since delivering mail was your job in the town, you frequently visited her while on the job. Just a short visit every day to drop off packages for her to scan for Villager. They weren't long, but you enjoyed these visits nonetheless.

You were still pretty new to the village. You liked to travel, and had only planned to stay for a couple months. You got a job at the post office so you could pay rent while you lived here, but ended up staying longer then you expected. Even though the mayor was a twisted maniac, the people that lived here were super nice to you. And then of course, there was the whole Isabelle situation.

"Hello (Y/n)!" Isabelle chimed, spinning around in her chair and hopping out to greet you with a hug.
Your face turned bright pink, as you hugged her back.
To say that you hadn't developed feelings for Isabelle would be a lie.
Every time you were around her, tiny butterflies flew around in your stomach, and your tongue felt like a block of wood. You could never find the right words to say to her, and always ended up getting flustered and nervous. (You might say that it was a bad case of "puppy love".)

"Hi." you managed to squeak.
"Uhhh- packages for you." you quickly set down a small stack of boxes on her desk.
"Oh good! The mayor has been expecting some packages." she grinned cheerfully, skipping back over to her desk and grabbing her coffee cup.
She took a long, thoughtful sip before setting it down and skipping back over.

"So how have things been?" she smiled up at you sweetly.
"The same as always." you laughed, resting your arm on her desk.
"Boring as ever, and the work never seems to end."

"Aww. Sorry." she frowned.
"But I hear ya. Mr. Villager has been keeping me busy as a bee." she hummed. "But I guess it's never considered work if you love what you do!" she smiled, sighing softly.

Yeah right. Love what you do.
You rolled your eyes.
You saw right through her fake smile. She wasn't happy here...
No one was.

You clenched your fist in frustration.
Mr. Villager worked Isabelle all day-every day, hardly giving her any breaks even though she clearly deserved them,
and, added to that, he hadn't raised her pay by a single penny since she started working for him. It infuriated you.
She deserved so much better than this.

"Well, you'd better get going (Y/n), I don't want to hold you up any longer." Isabelle grinned, waving at you and hopping back up into her spinny-chair.
"See you tomorrow?"

You pushed all the negative thoughts to the back of your head and plastered a smile on your face.
"Yep! See you tomorrow." you waved at her, striding out of her office and lugging your mail bag along with you.

As you went to finish delivering the packages and letters you had left, you found yourself thinking more and more about Isabelle.
You blushed just thinking about her wide grin and sparkling eyes, wishing you could tell her how much you care about her.
Or at least help her escape from her miserable life, even if just for a little bit.
But how could you help?
"Geez, I'm such a coward." you sighed.

There has to be something I can do...

An idea struck you like lighting.
You snapped your fingers and grinned triumphantly.
"I've got it." you laughed.
You started forming the plan in your mind. You'd go and visit Isabelle tonight after her office closed, and catch her on the way out.
You'd tell her how much she means to you and the two of you could catch the next flight out of this nightmare of a town.
Convince her to run away with you?
It seemed like a long shot. But she wasn't happy here. And the only thing keeping you from leaving was her.
It could work...
You ran back to the post office and signed out, hanging up your mail bag on the hook in the back room.

You collected your pay for the day and headed out, more then ready to execute your plan.

You waited around in the town square until 8:00, when you quickly made your way over to the Mayor's Office building.
That was when Isabelle would get off work. You were hoping to catch her while she was locking up, but it was already 8:12 and she hadn't come out of her office yet.
You started to get a little worried.

What's going on?
Why is she taking so long?

You decided that you'd go in and check on her. Maybe she was working
overtime today. I mean, it wouldn't be the first time Mr. Villager had told her she'd have to stay in later then usual.
He wouldn't even notify her in advance some days, simply telling her the day-of and not caring in the least if she had other plans. It wasn't fair. It wasn't right.
You grimaced just thinking about it.

"Isabelle?" you called out tentatively, walking into the building and opening the door to her office.
Her big black spinny-chair was facing away from you and looking out the window.
"Isabelle?"
You saw the chair wiggle a bit.

You sighed in frustration.
Villager probably banned her from talking to you again.
She sometimes got in trouble for letting you visit so often, and Villager would get jealous and tell her she couldn't talk to you anymore. (In reality, Villager was probably just annoyed that Isabelle spent so much time visiting with people instead of doing her actual job, but how could you be expected to understand that? You were blinded by your love—unable to see any flaws in Isabelle and thus prone to making bizarre assumptions about her employer...)

"Isabelle...I-I'm sorry for getting you in trouble again." you sighed.
"B-but hear me out! I don't think Mr.Villager is treating you like you deserve to be treated. You can try and deny it, but you can't hide the sadness behind your eyes. I can see it y'know. You deserve so much better than what you're getting. You need to stand up for yourself! Isabelle I- I..."

Tell Isabelle how you feel?
—>Yes
      No

Tell Isabelle how you feel?
      Yes
—>No
Click!
(What are you doing? Now isn't the time to be a coward! This is it!)

Tell Isabelle how you feel?
—>Yes
      No
Click!
(This is it! It's now or never...)
                                ⬇️
                                
You took a deep breath.
"Isabelle, I really care about you. I want you to run away and see the world with me. I know we can be happy together!" you said, blushing like mad. You watched as the chair slowly spun around, your heart racing at a thousand miles-a-minute as you waited for a response...
Villager stared at you from the chair, an evil grin plastered on his face as he pantomimed wiping a tear from his eye. "W-WHAT!" you fell back in shock. Villager looked at you intently, his hands folded neatly on his lap. That's when Isabelle entered the room.

"Oh! Hello (Y/n)!" she smiled.
"Mr. Mayor!" she bowed politely towards him. "U-um... What's going on?"

Villager made a "tsk tsk" face, wagging a finger as he pushed himself out of the chair and walked slowly towards you.
"Uh-" you slowly backed away from him, glancing at Isabelle nervously.

You knew you don't have much time to explain yourself.
"I-I love you Isabelle! I just want you to be happy! I know you're not happy here... Please! We can escape this life. Together." you pleaded with her.

She gasped in surprise.
"What do you mean? I love my job! There's no where I'd rather be than here." she chirped.

"W-what!?" you spluttered.

"I like my job here. Working for the Mayor." Isabelle shrugged. "I enjoy my work."

"Really? But he treats you so awfully! And your work hours- you're way over-worked!" you objected, struggling to get your point across.

"Mr. Mayor never forces me to do anything I don't want to do." Isabelle replied. "Besides, my job helps a lot of people. I don't mind working late sometimes..." she said cheerfully.

You stared at her in shock. This couldn't be happening...

Villager leaned over and whispered something in Isabelle's ear. She nodded and turned to face you. "I'm sorry (y/n), but the Mayor has requested that you leave the premises at once." she informed you. Your eyes widened.
This couldn't be happening. You couldn't just let Villager win, but you knew it was risky to defy his will... What should you do?

What will you do?
Get out of there!
         Or
Try to get through to Isabelle again!
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{If you chose to get out of there, keep reading until you reach the turtles. If you chose to try talking to Isabelle again, skip ahead until you see the line of turtles, and start reading from that point.}

It was no use, Villager had the entire town under his thumb- including Isabelle. It had never occurred to you that she wouldn't want to leave. One thing was clear as crystal though: you needed to get out of here... NOW. You sighed and left the mayor's office, hanging your head as you closed the door behind you. The night air was brisk, and you zipped up your jacket to protect against the chill. You shoved your hands into your jacket pockets and began trudging back to your house.
How could this happen?
It wasn't fair... You loved Isabelle. Couldn't she see that? Couldn't she see how much you cared?
You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to blink back the tears you felt coming, but it was no use- it just hurt too much.
The dam holding them back was suddenly shattered and all of your bottled-up pain burst forth at once. The tears began to fall, splattering quietly onto the street. You began to walk faster and faster, until you found yourself sprinting as hard as you could. You didn't really know where you were going anymore, but it didn't matter. You just had to leave. You closed your eyes and pressed forward. Suddenly, you rammed into something and crashed to the ground with a thud.
You opened your eyes to see someone standing over you. You braced yourself, expecting to get yelled at- but, to your surprise, there was no shouting.
"Oh my goodness! Are you okay sir?" a small voice asked in concern. You looked up to see that the person you'd bumped into looked a lot like Isabelle, and was apparently just as sweet.
"Uhm- oh!" you stuttered, blushing like mad "I'm fine. Thanks..."

"What's you're name?" the Isabelle-lookalike inquired.

"My name, er, my name is (y/n)." you replied nervously. "What's yours?"

"Oh, my name is Jezabelle! It's nice to meet you (y/n)!" she said, smiling as she offered you her hand.

You smiled and graciously accepted her help. Maybe, just maybe, things would work out okay after all...

The end~

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You stood fast where you were and bit your lip. I can't leave without trying one last time.
"Isabelle...please. Please come with me. You don't have to live like this. If you're not happy here, you don't have to pretend to be. I can save you if you'll just let me! And if you are happy- that's fine...but please. At least consider.
I-I love you." you finished, hanging your head and choking back your fear.
It was all out on the line now.
You held your breath and waited to see what would happen next.
Villager frowned and leaned over to whisper something in Isabelle's ear.
She nodded sadly, and looked to you.
"I'm so sorry (Y/n), but you'll have to come with me." she walked to you and took your hand in her paw.
You looked at Villager in shock before staring down at your hand, interlocked with Isabelle's.
"What's going on?" you inquired nervously.
Isabelle didn't speak as she led you out of the room and down the hall, towards a set of stairs going down.
She led you down a couple of flights of staircases before finally stopping in front of an iron door.
She pulled out a key from her pocket and swung the door open, walking in and motioning for you to follow.
You stepped inside the room and cautiously glanced around.
There was a small bed pushed up against the wall, and a single lightbulb hanging from the ceiling, casting a dim glow on everything its light touched.
The whole room gave off a sense of eerie dread.
"I'm so sorry (Y/n), please don't take this personally..." Isabelle frowned, pushing you further into the room and stepping out.
"Mr.Villager told me to this. And what he says goes..."
She sighed and gently pushed the heavy door until it was closed.
"Goodbye (Y/n)."
You heard the 'click' of the door locking and Isabelle's quick steps away from it and back up the stairs.
"W-what?!? No! This is a misunderstanding!! Isabelle!?!?ISABELLE!!!!"

The end~

Sorry for the endings guys, this is a bit of a downer. I definitely departed from the standard
"x-reader" form here 😅.
But it was also kind of fun to write sooooo... I guess I'll just call it a tragedy and everyone has to accept it an move on.
Welp, thanks for reading, and I'll see y'all in the next chapter!
Byeeeee!

~Gookip✌🏼️💜