What did I tell you, bastard!
She does care! Not only did she take me to to breakfast, lunch, AND dinner; and no only taking me to the forest, but she wants to start an investigation and trial to deem collars as useless and get rid of them!
Nick, Nick, such small
people tend to say such
big words. These things don't
happen in real life. Do you
know how much it would
cost for her to take you and
herself to the forest?
She's a meter maid with very
small pay in such an expensive
to live in city. As much as you and me both love the forest....
She's not taking us.
Us? US?!
I hate you, and I'd be damned if I haven't gotten rid of me by the time she does take me to the forest!
Nick, I am you! I love
the forest as much as you--
No! You don't, you're a liar!
You just want me to get rid of
h
er, TO HURT HER!
Nick, nobody will ever
get rid of the collars.
Every group that ever arose
for justice and removal of them? Died off like our parents Nick.
MY PARENTS.
What makes you think a
rabbit meter maid is going
to "save the predators"?
I...I don't know.
But it will happen.
I hope it will....
Wishful thinking only
means greater disappointments.
XXX
"Nick, wake up."
A soft feminine voice pushed the clouds out of Nick's sleepy brain, alerting the body to wake up.
His lead heavy eyelids peeled apart, and they found them selves staring into the lavender shine of Judy's eyes in moonlight.
He was in her car, parked outside his apartment building, and the night sky around them let thousands of stars play in the sky.
Too bad they were all covered by the dark rain clouds that had plagued Zootopia for twenty years.
The fox woke up, eyes fuzzy and body hazy, the sandy clutches of sleep managing to grip his body still.
"Where are we?" Nick asked, body shifted so that he was laying to where his eyes naturally looked back at Judy. The rabbit unlocked the car doors, and stared back at him.
"I asked where you lived remember? You asked me to take you home," Her words were soft and careful, a wall of yawning stretching from her muzzle afterwards.
It was two thirty in the morning, after all.
Nick mentally smacked himself, at how he hadn't remembered.
But deep down inside, there was a little twinge in his heart. Kind of like a jab of a pin, or a needle. Something in him, didn't want to leave the rabbit. Not at all. It was like a cold paranoid fear that the rabbit would leave... and he'd never see her again.
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Zootopia: Where The Wild Things Are
Fanfictioncover art by: akemi2310224 Zootopia has become a cesspool. Predators are assigned collars that have needles inside them; designed to push into their throats if they get unruly. Nick Wilde, 22, a depressed schizophrenic, works at a D.P.C.U, which pic...
