Zootopia: Where The Wild Things Are

Chapter 8 - Slither

Wake up.

I just started to get up, and you're already pestering me?

She took you to her house.
She is plotting something.

Why are you assuming things always?

Tsk Tsk, remember,
I am you.

One of these days I'm going
to kill myself just so I can
see and hear you suffer.

Remember, you're making
all this up in your head.

But you're so real.

But I'm just you,
a result of your schizophrenic
mental conditions.

Yet you're a completely different person. I've made something that pisses me off and I hate but I can't be without you. I don't understand why I made you, or why I made you so real.

Ah, Nick, that's the beauty of schizophrenia. You don't understand--

ANYTHING.

XXX

Nick's eyes fluttered open, to see he was laying on a rough, scratchy green couch. His mouth felt dry, and his back itched from the itchy fabric.

Once the fox's brain was unfuzzed, his eyes made out where he was; but then they were confused. This wasn't his home, nor was it any other he had seen.

There was only one window on the far end, and it brought in the same, deep blue light he saw at his own apartment; yet it wasn't his.

Strange smells and unfamiliar objects were strewn across the room, and in the corner... was the rabbit he recognized as Judy, sleeping softly in a creaky old bed.

Heat began to flush to his cheeks, as he remembered he had fallen asleep in her lap under the big oak tree... after that lynch mob almost hung him dead for all to see. She had taken him home, and laid him down... and changed him into some really loose clothes that weren't his.

That meant she had to have... undressed him. Dozens if odd and uncomfortable thoughts crossed his mind, heating his cheeks up beyond hot.

Sure, he was greatful, but also... felt odd. Unsettled was just a little part of it.

The fox shifted, so that while his head was upside down; his emerald green orbs stared to the left at the sleeping rabbit. He was comfortable in this position now.

Nick's eyes soon began to fall again, the overwhelming power of cold, fuzzy sleep washing his consciousness away....

X X X

NICK, YOU FOOL.
SHE'S LED YOU INTO HER TRAP.
HAVEN'T I SEEN YOU HERE BEFORE? THERE AREN'T ANY HEROES HERE.

Can't you go and slither somewhere else?

OH NICK, SHE'S GOING TO PLAY YOU.
SHE'S A SERPENT.

Maybe I trust this serpent.
I don't see her crawling for anything.

DON'T GO LOOKING FOR SNAKES, YOU MIGHT FIND THEM.