[Western Crossover] Is This Game's Plot a Little Too Weird?

[Bonus Extra Chapters Loading] Fradel is a devoted player of a farming game. So devoted that she is either playing Stardew Valley or on her way to play Stardew Valley. What? Stardew Valley has a new crossover series??? What are we waiting for? I'm jumping right in. But the game's name...? Stardew Valley: Scandals of the Elite? All right, all right. So it's an upgraded version of Gossip Valley? Well, I'm definitely going for it. At first, Fradel thought it was just an ordinary Stardew Valley game about a wealthy young lady. But then this little pixel game gradually featured sunflowers that twisted their necks, tiny zombies attacking the Wayne manor's backyard, abstract-style hanging hooks, and an orange-haired doll and a tall, handsome man who looked especially cute in pixel art Wait. Fradel fell into deep thought. Sure, I'm a little dumb, but my brain is still intact! First, the neck-twisting sunflowers and tiny zombies are from Plants vs. Zombies. Second! That orange-haired doll is Chucky, right? And... that handsome guy in the mask is Michael Myers??? Dead by Daylight?? Fradel, who once got so scared by Michael Myers that she deleted the game: ... Wait, isn't this a farming game? Why is the game going in such a weird direction??? * A Little Bat-Family Skit Q: What kind of person do you think Fradel is? Bat: Uh, she's kind of cute sometimes. Wing: A super energetic little girl! Hood: ...A friendly stranger with no sense of personal space. Drake: A dog who creates chaos. Dami: Idiot. (Firmly.) Fradel: Who? Me? Well, if you say so, I guess that's what I am. (Munch, munch.) * Content warnings: 1. The main story pairs her with Drake. The extras feature Wing and Hood. Happy ending. 2. Please don't give me writing advice. (Very important!!!) 3. You don't need to have played the games mentioned above to enjoy this. Whenever a game character or part of the plot comes up, I'll mark it in the comments. 4. The side-character section is labeled. The Good Omens romance is almost nonexistent, so don't read if that bothers you. Next story: [Western Crossover] On the Chances of a Magpie Surviving in the Batcave Blurb: Draven, AKA the Eurasian magpie, is an artificially enhanced superpowered person. On the eve of Earth's Ninth World War, his controlling mother unceremoniously threw him into a time capsule, sending him back to an era when the man said to be his "father" was alive. But as Draven wondered how he was supposed to survive in this city without a penny to his name, Gotham gave him a harsh welcome. Draven: ... Wait, he was murdered, dumped, and buried, right? Mom, didn't you say the city ruled by my father was a happy place with beautiful scenery and good-hearted people? It's true that Draven is the living-dead sort of person, but that doesn't mean he actually wants to die! The good news: The person who was murdered and dumped wasn't him, but his counterpart. The bad news: The killer is unknown, and his original body has gone missing too. To make sure he doesn't become a real corpse, Draven has to open his eyes and immediately fight for survival. Fine :), he'll look for his original body too. He doesn't want anyone else messing with his body. * A purebred magpie should have a plain, noisy call, as well as the trait commonly attributed to it in the West: Being a chatterbox. The [Eurasian Magpie] is an information broker who knows countless hidden secrets in Gotham and sells them, too. "The information's in the box. Take it yourself." "As for payment, " After getting the other person's confirmation, the Eurasian Magpie chuckled and said: "I want your life." "Your business is welcome. No credit." * With his impressive intelligence and striking looks, Kieran is impossible to overlook, even with his sharp tongue and cunning nature. The [Blue Jay] is an underground cleaner who specializes in crime scenes. At the moment, he's covering one up. As he prepared to climb out through a broken window with a fresh corpse, he came face to face with Superman, who had rushed over after hearing a cry for help. "You, " Superman was about to say something when, the next second, a flock of crows that had come from nowhere plastered his face. When he opened his eyes again, the Blue Jay had vanished. All that remained was a drifting feather and a hastily scrawled note: "Your pecs feel great. Five-star review!" * Long golden hair and a silver mask covering half his face glimmer faintly. His magnificent, medieval-style clothes give the man a sense of history, as if a gentleman in an oil painting were strolling toward you. The [Rook] is a rising star among mercenaries, a man rumored to walk in the midst of misfortune. "This is ridiculous," a certain tin can grumbled viciously. "Can someone rein him in? Does he have to be so violent?" Ashur, now dressed in a fresh outfit, remained unmoved. His white-gloved hand gently brushed the splattered blood from his cheek. His appearance was completely at odds with his violence, and he seemed wholly unaware of it. A refined scoundrel? No, he's a well-dressed thug. We were once pure white, but we fell into the depths. We are the prophets who created humanity, the loyal servants of Athena. We are fear, we are misfortune. We are crows who have lost our way. [Crow Skit:] Alfred: Master, Master has been away from home for three days and three nights. Batman: Has he come back? Alfred: No, he hasn't. Alfred: But he has become President of the United States. Theme: Love and responsibility