I've had a story idea for this for a while and I wanted to give it a try.
This is my first story, so the writing may not be very good!
A Madness Combat x Zootopia Fanfic
After the events of Madness Combat 11, Hank finds himself in a new world that n...
"Not so tough now, are you?", the annoying fox remarked as he led Hank in handcuffs to the police car.
God, he hated that snarky animal so much, his cocky attitude and confidence. He loved seeing his surprised face when he was about to hit him, and now the Fox was back as the cool, full of himself ego that he was. It hadn't even been the fox the one who tased him and made him temporarily weak enough to the handcuffed.
As the mercenary sat down in the back of the car next to the black wolf he had beaten up who was also now furiously edging himself away from him as much as possible, and the polar bear told the other two officers that had tased hank that the situation was under control and that they we're going to take him and the wolf to the ZPD. The two animal officers went back to their car and drove away, soon disappearing from Hank's view. What a shame. He wasn't going to be able to get his sweet revenge.
As the polar bear sat down in the car, the fox began began driving, although he expected it to have been the other way round. While the surroundings outside his window kept moving to the left, Hank began thinking about what he should do next. He could could feel his strength and energy going back up and could easily beat up the two police officers and escape.
But he decided not to. Not because he felt like sparing them, but because if he became a wanted outlaw in this world too, he wouldn't be able to interact with any of the other civilians here in peace and truly find a way to get back to Nevada, and although the weapons here seemed weaker, he probably wouldn't have much support. Sanford, Deimos, even Doc weren't here after all.
Wait... Sanford? Deimos?
Another trip down memory lane forced me itself onto Hank's mind. Last time he saw Deimos, he was dead. And Sanford had died too when Hank died when fighting skeleton Tricky. Where were those guys now? Had they also been brought here? Could he find them? Although he never showed it, Hank enjoyed their company sometimes and was grateful for it. He at least had someone to be to with in the harsh, cold lands of Nevada, even if he wouldn't ever hesitate to kill both of them if they ever betrayed him or displeased him.
He then looked out the window. Despite the walk he had taken previously, he still constantly saw many new and unfamiliar buildings designs, each radiating with warm colours. But what also mostly stuck out to him was that the way he continued seeing the animal civilians behaviour when interacting with each other.
Back in Nevada, it was technically every grunt for himself. The whiff of uncertainty plagued the air, bandits and unfriendly locals were constant. Nobody talked with each other unless it was needed, such as interrogations or when buying things. Blood was as natural as water and many morals and laws were replaced with violence in the unending fight for survival.
But in here, everything seemed different. He saw many animals walking together cheerfully. Some even sharing a drink or having a sit down. Lots of parents with their kids. It seemed like peace and friendliness rule these lands, and Hank was super unfamiliar with it.
He snapped out of his thoughts when the fox spoke up again. "Alright boys, we're close to our destination. Hang in there!"
Hank stopped looking out the window and faced the black wolf next to him again. He seemed to have softened up and was now just staring at Hank with annoyed and curious eyes. He seems like he wanted to ask him something but was too nervous to. Probably because he had been beaten up by that very same respondent
"Ahem", Hank replied coldly " I'd appreciate it if you stopped looking at me like that." The wolf quickly looked away and gulped.
"Can't wait to tell Chief who we got today.", the fox smugly said.
"What makes you say that?", the polar bear replied.
After stopping at a red light, the fox turned around and looked at the wolf before swiftly turning his head towards Hank.
"Got to be honest, I've never seen someone like you", the fox said curiously, still keeping his eyes relaxed.
"Does he even have any visible arms?" The bear responded, not even bothering to look at Hank.
"I think we'll soon find that out, in the meantime, we've arrived, boys!"
Hank looked out of his window again and saw a tall building, it's entrance circular and sandstone-looking , while the floor around the entrance seemed to be made of smooth stone such a short marble. Over the entrance, silver letters spelling "POLICE" proudly stood.
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The car door next to Hank opened and he slowly stepped out, seeing that the fox had parked on the car park that was on the left of the outside of the building,
"I suggest you keep a close eye on him, Wilde. You remember what he did when we first tried to arrest him for assault?" The bear told Wilde while escorting the black wolf.
"It'll be fine" The focus remarked, keeping its hand on Hank's handcuffs. "There's will be plenty more officers inside and, frankly, I've also seen you snacking on more donuts than usual these past few days." The polar bear simply gave him a deadpan stare while the fox snickered as they began walking towards the entrance of the building.
A few animals, both civilians and officers, were around the area of the police station entrance. Some were entering, some were exiting, and a few were just around the area just talking or hanging out. But soon all eyes in the area turned to Hank. To Hank, it seemed like many of them we're confused with his non-existent arms and unfamiliar to them body shape, or perhaps his choice of clothing and what breed of cat he was. Many began to edge away from him on his path to the entrance, many feeling like there was just some sort of intimidating or dangerous aura around him. Hank didn't blame them.
Not wanting to be seen any further, Hank quickened his pace towards the entrance, the fox being dragged slightly.
"Whoa, what the rush buddy? Not fond of being famous?" The fox remarked as he also quickened his pace to ensure Hank didn't get too ahead of him.
And thus, they had arrived. The fox opened the door and all four of them stepped inside.
The inside of this building was also circular. The floor seemed to be white with orange walls, and many more visible higher up floors with green glass railings around them.
Many animal officers were present. Hank saw bears, lions, rhinos, elephants, even sheep in police uniforms, to name a few.
Everything seemed to be going as usual inside, but as soon as everyone noticed Hank, the whole building fell silent.
Hank never expectedly to have landed in a scenario like this. How was he ever going to find a way out of this situation?
