Zootopia: Grind To Halt (WildeHopps)

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Judy sunk her head deeper into the poolside lounge chair, her sisters, brothers, and cousins splashing loudly in the dimly lit pool.

The full moon hid behind thunderous rain clouds, prompting for the possibility of rain. Like a marauding warning from God. Scary, if anything. Nick was still asleep, hopefully, in the hotel room, his fever fading, and things seemed calm. Too calm, for some reason everything felt like it was just deadline, flat. She wasn't noticing her environment, anything around her really. Everything just seemed so... dead.

Something inside of her just told her that something was to go wrong, something was to break, anything. Something had to give.

Then a little plop of rain fell on her foot. Just a little sprinkle, followed by a giant clash of lightning, painting the sky a bright purple, and shattering everyone's eardrums. The children in the pool shrieked, scrambling to the stairs, and Judy's heart jumped in her throat. That was really close, She trembled, gathering her things up and motioning for her family to follow back to the safety of the giant hotel. 

Out of the pathway of bushes towards the doors and lobby, came the thing. Judy froze, a brief brainfog seemed to cloud her mind, and the rain began to heavily fall. This wasn't Nick.

This was him. Razor.

Razor Wilde, his father, a venomous black smile peeling across his lustrous lips. The fangs behind them seemed a little too sharp for breathing room, and his eyes shone of some satanic evil. He extracted his claws, leaving them at his sides, staring down the shorter creatures. With a brief chuckle, he formally bowed and introduced himself to Judy, whose parents were cowering behind her with the children.

"I assume you're the one my son is going psycho over," He snickered, flashing his teeth with this raw, evil smile. His teeth were like the size of rabbit sized piano keys.

Judy nodded politely. If she had her shit together, he could transform at any given moment, and gore their fucking bodies to soppy piles of crimson, meat, and bone. A cold sweat ran down the nape of her neck, hoping not to reek of obvious horror.

"I find that, pretty amusing actually. I raised my son to hate all prey like you fucking degenerate's, and he ends up fucking one of them."

Judy cringed deep inside, he was so brash and uncaring of the fact their were dozens of little kids around him, and a booming lightning storm slashing through the wind. His tone was increasingly getting louder, only spelling Y-O-U-R-E_G-O-I-N-G_T-O_F-U-C-K-I-N-G_D-I-E in bold, red letters. I mean really, she had no weapons on her, they were all in her duffel bag in the hotel room, and Nick was nowhere to save them. This really could be their Grind to Halt.

"I'm sorry sir, but I've done none of the sort with your son." Her tone was squeamish, on the verge of tears, terror wracked her veins so that she couldn't be strong anymore. 

"Do you think I care? It's this fucking simple you stupid rabbit, I WANT ALL OF YOU TO DIE, JUSTT BECAUSE I WANT YOU TO FUCKING DIE! IT'S THAT FUCKING SIMPLE! YOU'RE LIVING TO DIE!" He roared, and the transformation began. Their was the cracking of bones, the pull of his snout, elongation of his teeth, and slicing of his claws.

This was it.

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The monster with Nick's conscious smashed through the lobby of the hotel, only to the complete horror of anyone in his way. Glass sprayed everywhere, he knocked over chairs, and trampled over people.

He wasn't doing this on purpose, but he couldn't mind anyone, but through the door leading to the lobby, he spotted his father.... With Judy's neck in his paws, and gigantic muzzle at a 60° angle, ready to crush her skull.