"Nick..."
The red fox held his auburn back straight with crippling fear, his mom holding a small dimebag filled with white powder. She knew..
Nick babbled through his tripping mind, trying to come up with any words he could possibly form together, "M-Mom... It's for us! H-how else do you think I payyy forrr-"
Nick couldn't form words, he was souped up on heart stopping drugs, and the poor things' mind wouldn't work. He was trying to explain how he paid for his two brother's lunches, and where the 'untraced' money in his mother's bank account came from.
"Nickolas C. Wilde! You mean to tell me you've been selling drugs on the street?! You've been lying that you hang out with friends, so you sell crack and get high on it?!" The roaring vixen screamed at her son, not being gentle with her words, striking Nick with each word like a stinging slap to his cheek.
The fox managed to force some words out of his muzzle, not even caring his faux swatch of fur wasn't buttoned on. The bare skeleton showed on his muzzle, distracting his mother's attention to his face.
The stoned fox took notice. "Moommm... You caannnt even make enough moneyy to support me and Buckkyy... I do thisss forr you.." He slurred, before shouting in a blur of ripping anger, "ALL YOU CAN THINKKK AAABBBOUT IS MY FUCKING MUZZLE! YOU KEEP REMINDING MEEE THAT I'M FUCKING UGLY!"
His mother was disgusted by Nick's language. "Nick, the trance is the motion you set yourself in... And you chose to do this! You can't even talk right, and I do not allow that language in this house!" The vixen bared her fangs at her child, who was beginning to sway in his stoned place.
"You are no child of mine..."
Promptly, the mother made the sixteen year old pack up his items, and kicked his sorry ass out of his own home.
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Nick walked back down his home street, smiling ear to ear with his new all time high, the cocaine he had just taken totally screwed up his brain.
The horror shot through his body once the entire street of Fangoriá was on fire, purging everything in sight. Children were burning to cinders in the street, parents flailing about, their limbs strewn with spidery fire.
...And dead at his feet... His mother appeared. Burnt to smithereens, dead as the brain cells the drugs had done to him.
The Trance Is The Motion.
Nick shot up out of the couch, surrounded in a puddle of his own sweat. His breathing pulsed up and down, hurting his bad lung intensely. The fox held his paw to his chest in order to calm down.
His eyes took a gander around his dark surroundings, where he found himself not in the burning street of Fangoriá, but in the moonlight of Judy's apartment.
Gently, he laid his head down, constantly pondering over the final words his mother said before she had kicked him from his own home, a decision she would regret once he step foot out of the house.
The Trance is The Motion
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"Is it ready?" A deep voice bellowed, echoing throughout the abandoned chemical factory. The rhino positioned over a large steel container filled with a deep purple syrup, spun around with a melancholic look plastered to his face.
"Almost. We just need to wait for your son to freak out enough to where he'll... Change. I got him one good time in the neck, and that'll stay with him forever. Once his heartbeat goes past one hundred twenty beats per minute, he's sure to change." The rhino breathed, moonlight leaking through a hole in the roof, bleeding onto his grey skin. A red auburn fox stepped forward from the consuming dark. His lips seemed that they bled with menacing venom. Sharp ivory teeth were behind the black curtain, revealing with a slick smile.
"I know how to do that... I'll be back in two hours." The deathly voice breathed, before disappearing once more.
The rhino turned back to his work, careful not to inhale any of the modified Z28 in the large pail. All that was left to do was make the son's fox transform once, and then spread the serum throughout the city.
All in time's wait.
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Ex-Mayor Bellwether sat on her prison cot, staring out of her large mesh window. The sound of crickets in the prison yard outside echoed through her large concrete cell, faintly distorted by vibrations from the wall sized, titanium cell mesh, that separated her cell from outside. Sure, it let in cool air, but mosquitoes would always seem to fit through the unbreakable wall of metal.
"One day..." The sheep grumbled, crossing her hooves over her chest. "I'll get out and teach those stupid predators..." She absolutely hated the carnivorous creatures more than ever now, being locked in a cell with a lifetime sentence.
Her eyes beamed up to the moon with burning hatred, one day hoping to escape the filthy prison. Every animal in there, predator or prey, hated her guts out. They would trip her, push her, even fellow sheep or ram would knock her off of the stairs in revenge for the trouble she caused.
Bellwether's ear flicked once a soft thump on the wet grass outside sounded. The guards were up in the towers this late, they weren't allowed in the yard at night.
The sheep listened carefully, only retrieving heavy, animalistic breathing to the left of her cell. It wasn't very natural sounding...
Her heart began to drum inside her small body. What if they were coming out to intentionally hurt her?
...or what if someone was here to help her escape?
The sheep leaped out of her cot, pressing her hooves against the strong, metal mesh. "Psst? Anyone there?" She whispered, breathing in the cool, sweet air of grass and summer air. Everything felt too quiet and calm.
That was, until hellish breath breathed upon the top if her head, freezing the flowing blood in her veins. The sheep's eyes droned up, only to have them explode in their sockets. The shadow of a giant, hulking canine creature loomed over her, the silhouette casting darkness over her small figure.
"Hello," It grunted, barely audible from its deep animal horror. It brought its claw up the mesh, and with a gigantic blow, swing its fist straight through the mesh, tearing it down with sparks of light.
Bellwether looked on in horror as a giant monster fox, with faint remains of sanity, broke through her steel wall.
She couldn't look once, helplessly, the monster had it's hot jaws around her throat.
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Zootopia: Grind To Halt (WildeHopps)
Horror____________________________________________ "At some point, life is going to grind to a halt." The wise words of Nick Wilde's mother who was lost in a tragic arson years ago. Now hoping he's pieced himself together with his new job, girlfriend and...
