Zootopia: Grind To Halt (WildeHopps)

Chapter 21 - Limbo Eternal (Finale Part 1 of 5)

Nick Wilde's eyes fluttered open, to find a stark white, popcorn stained ceiling. Not a single black burn mark.

He also was not strapped to the bed. Nor was it the uncomfortable feeling of a hospital cot.

But this bed was not his, and it was not Judy's, this bed was alien, distant, unknown. The scents around him were threatening, lucrative, seeming to mask their intentions with cheap 50 cent odor spray.

It was then he realized he was in a hotel. On what seemed like the highest floor, judging by the bright window with the delicate white curtains floating about in the peaceful silence.

"Judy?"

There was the shuffling of heavy feet, then out of the restroom popped Judy, wringing water out of her ears. She probably just finished showering this. She had the happiest, sweetest smile plastered to her delicate face.

"Hey."

Nick very much acknowledge the events that occurred at the Hopps household, for some strange reason, he had complete control over the monster that he could become.

"Care to enlighten me on what's going on, and where the hell we are?"

Judy smirked, then started floating.

Floating. As did his bed, then the T.V.

Then the walls broke apart, revealing...

Nothing. A misty fog, that led nowhere.

The floor disappeared, and he floated off of his bed, frantically kicking and moving in a horrifying daze. It was like reality was splitting apart!

"Truth be told Nick," Judy said, but was nowhere to be seen.

"You're Dead."

Nick stopped kicking, and frantically looked around to see the gray mist had consumed everything, and he was floating farther and farther away into nothingness.

"!...?"

Nick opened his mouth to scream words of terror, but produced no sound. He breathed in dizzying gulps of nothing, and yelled nothing. He couldn't talk.

"Nick, quit trying. You're dead now."

Judy's voice boomed over the endless grey of nothing as he continued to struggle to speak.

"You can't have a say anymore. Your voice doesn't exist, and neither do you anymore."

He pinched himself, my god this was worse than any nightmare or anything anyone could witness. His eyes were closed...

And then they opened to find this wasn't a dream. He was really dead.

Floating through his own personal purgatory.

"Nick, you died back at my house, holding the beam for my parents."

"!!!"

Nick couldn't speak. He wanted to communicate so badly, but nothing could form. He couldn't even form words in his head, but he could somehow feel emotion. Everything was so hazy, yet so sharp and real.

This, was what it felt like to be dead.
This, was, death.

Nick Wilde was scorched to death back at that house, and one he was really dead.

"Christ Illusion, huh Nick? I bet religion seems so fake now."

If Nick could even form words in his head, he'd be thinking God please help me. This couldn't be death. There had to be more, like how Judy preached about religion, and how there was a heaven! This couldn't be it! It just couldn't be!

Nick was crying, and his tears floated off beyond his grasp in the hazy, dry, yet wet mist. His floating felt like he was standing, but he was drifting with no sense of gravity, and it felt like eternity was truly this.

"This is only purgatory Nick. Once you make it here, you can only go to heaven. You come here to pay off all of your sins. By the looks, your sentence is four hundred fifty years."

"!!!"

Damnit, Nick was really gone! Perished! His soul to be floating in this personal eternal for four hundred years!

"Nick, just know this..."

Judy's voice echoed from everywhere, sending Nick into even more silent screaming and sobbing.

"I love you."

Nick Wilde was dead, and he was thrashing about, moving slowly, farther and farther to nowhere.

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Judy Hopps held Nick Wilde's dead, scorched body in her hands. It was a funny thing, his mother and brother had died the exact, same, way.

Why did this had to happen? It wasn't fair, it just simply wasn't fair.

Death was so punishing.

So damning.

So fucking horrible.

Judy let her tears drip all over his singed body, the fur dampening under their touch. She knew Nick Wilde now was held in a long limbo until whatever was to happen after death.

She was going to avenge Nick. No matter what it took.
No matter if she died or not.

This wouldn't be the way it all ended.

This wouldn't be the way it all grinded to a halt.

No, fucking, way.

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Nick Wilde was petrified, and had no words to comfort himself. He could not speak. His mouth opened, and nothing came out. The silence was what was the real killer. No comfort.

Total isolation from everything to exist.

He didn't want to be dead. He wanted to be on earth, alive, with Judy. One of the few people who cared for him. Who cared for him deeply.

Who loved him.

He sighed, but no noise emitted. He held his breath, and realized he didn't need to breath at all. There was no oxygen. He didn't need it being dead and all.

Then a slit opened. Somewhere with no direction, a slit of black emerged, with nothing in it. Just a slit of pitch black.

And he was floating towards it rapidly.

Oh no,

Nick started kicking, swimming, whatever, away from it, but was only drawn towards the black slit.

Booming from everywhere, a soft voice seemed to light everything up.

"Nick, it seems as if I've made a terrible mistake in having you dead."

This was God.

The real, Creator of all, God.

"I'm sending you back to mortal life Nick, to fix the mess back on Earth."

And with that, the black slit wrapped around everything, and like being stretched into spaghetti, Nick was sucked at blinding speed into everything, until it felt like he hit concrete right smack in the head.

Then he became himself.

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Judy felt a slight groan escape the lips of Nick.

She screamed.

A/N: Im back kiddos :) Hope you all enjoyed this one :)