Vixy Wilde {A Zootopia Fanfiction}[COMPLETED]✔️

Chapter 51: A Loss That Broke Him

{A/N: Don't play this song until you see this; (;()}

(Vixy's POV)

[One Month Later]

It wasn't long until I noticed the note on the door, saying to meet Uncle Nick at the ZPD. Goddamnit! Did he really forget I didn't have a key cause he changed all of the locks?? Gee, love you too Uncle Nick.

And worst of all, I had to drive on the highway. Not gonna lie, I've had a fear of the highway ever since that car crash that killed my mom, dad, Meg, and Kel.

Well, luckily, I wan only on that road for like two minutes. I arrived at my Uncle's office and he had a look of frustration.

"I'm so sorry, Fluff. I didn't mean to blank on that you didn't have the new keys." he said, rather regretfully might I add.

I sighed and shook my head. "Don't be, Uncle. I would honestly sleep on anything at the moment," I admitted, a small yawn escaping me.

My uncle stood up and sat me down in a corner of his cubical. "I'll grab ya a pillow and blanket, Fluff. And I'll drive your car home, okay?" I nodded and rubbed my eyes tiredly.

He smiled and gave me a quick kiss on my forehead before grabbing a blanket and pillow two minutes later.

I adjusted the both so that I was comfortable and curled up like a kit, already closing my eyes. I felt my uncle gently stroke my headfur, like dad would do sometimes when I was a kit and after my rape incident. That night, I dreamed of him; of what was and what might've been.

[Dream]

I whimpered softly in my sheets, the thunder and lightning scaring me. I was five years old in the tornado. Mommy was visiting Uncle Nick and Aunty Dawn. Daddy was getting something before coming in my room.

"Come on, Fluffster. We're going in the safe room," he said gently, picking me up in my sheets and grabbing my stuffie. I held it tight as Daddy headed on down towards the basement.

Once we were safely inside, he turned on the small light that was in there, making the room light up a gentle golden color. Inside, there was some survival stuff, phones just in case, and a few things that were meant to keep me distracted. 

However, I was too scared. As daddy got out the radar for Fox Hound, I whimpered, hearing a loud crash of thunder. He gently held me in his arms and let my head rest on his slightly muscular stomach. "Daddy, I'm scared," I whimpered, holding my stuffie and blankie tightly.

Daddy shook his head and rubbed lazy circles in my back. "Don't worry, Vixy. I'm right here. Just focus on me and your things," he reassured before humming a song from Tarzan to me, one the mama gorilla sang.

I soon calmed down and cuddled my small body into my father's lap. "Thanks, Daddy," I murmured as I now finally drifted off to his singing.

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I was sitting in my room, almost a full two weeks after my rape. The doctors said I wasn't pregnant and have run some tests to be sure nothing inside of me, and nothing.

But, I have grounded myself from anything to distract me. I wanted to think about what I had gotten myself into. I heard a gentle knock from my door.

"Fluffster? It's me, dad. May I come in?" my father's voice obviously had worry in it, as well as a force for bravery. I sighed before replying. "Sure."

I heard the door slowly open then close again. Once dad was close enough, instead of him sitting down on my bed and lecturing me, he knelt down on one knee and held one of my paws. "Vixy, you need to stop blaming yourself, sweetheart. The rape incident wasn't your fault. That mammal, according to the police, was drunk and you were even lucky enough be alive when he did it to you so roughly. You're my little girl. I want to see you happy again. The rape could've happened to anyone of your friends, regardless of who it was."