Zootopia: The Story Of Fictionopolis

Chapter 1: Introduction

     Beep* Beep* Beep* Click*  "Ughhh" Trevor grumbles as he slowly crawls out of his bed. "At least I didn't hit snooze otherwise I'd probably be late for work again and I do NOT want to get chewed out by the boss again." He slowly makes his way to the kitchen and turns on his new coffee maker, and it's just as well, coffee does wake him up. Trevor plops a piece of bread into toaster and waits; eventually both the coffee and the toast are ready, he pours the coffee into a cup and smears butter onto the toast as well as dusting it with some cinnamon sugar.

He makes his way to his tiny living area and sits on top of his old couch, puts the cup and plate into the coffee table, and turns on the TV. But I'm getting ahead of myself "Who is Trevor?" and "What is this place?" Well we are in a special dimension called Fictionopolis. A long time ago two dimensions were stumbled upon, the Mega Man universe and the Sonic The Hedgehog universe. At first there was a huge quarrel but then there was a huge agreement, and more and more dimensions and universes were discovered, all in "ah" of one another, some many new people, ideas, and concepts; then it was all decided to create a special universe, a universe where everyone and everything can just sit back, relax and not worry about the stresses in their own worlds; it's like a vacation but it's civilized, it's economic but in a experimental way. There's transportation, eating areas, beaches, fields, multiple ecosystems each inhabiting a chunk of the world where specific species can thrive and live. Deserts, canyons, rainforests, vast fields, valleys, mountains ranges of all types, tundras, and snowy forests just to name a few.

     Scientists and experts from all over different dimensions have also come up with near flawless technology, we have perfected the machines the humans have created. Oh, the humans...well they exist along side us, yes, but they're monsters, psychotic, murderous; they fling themselves into pointless wars, corruptive governments, and unstable minds. We can't let them know of our existence; they think we are not real but we are but it's to risky to tell them. Some humans have stumbled upon Fictionopolis via portals we use the get around, but they are immediately killed to avoid further damage. Trevor here may seem like a human but he isn't, although actual human beings are crazy the people of fictional universes are intrigued by there design and have combined it with other elements. These results have led to the creation of "supporters" they look like humans but they are stronger, faster, and smarter then any human in exists. There blood is purple, there bones are tougher, but there internal organs are much more fragile. These supporters worked in a special safety team to work alongside the police force, as crime is a thing in Fictionopolis , they also aid in construction, maintenance, and work with the coast guard. Do you understand now how this happened, good, now let's continue.

     After having breakfast Trevor then marches over to the bathroom where he takes and shower which also helps him wake up. The time was now 6:38 A.M. work started at seven so he quickly got on his work clothes which consisted of dark blue police shirt, dark grey jeans, and a pair of brown and black boots. Once out the door of his apartment he walks to the garage area to get his car which was a one of the many pickup trucks they use for maintenance, safety supporters don't have causal cars and instead use their work trucks and sometimes even tow trucks, work was about 10 minutes away so Trevor didn't waste much time. Traffic wasn't particularly heavy but a commuter train halted his progress but after that, it was smooth sailing towards the safety team facility. Once there he got out of his truck and looked out at the open ocean admiring its beautiful blue color, not far from the building were two huge suspension bridges one for cars and one for locomotives both passenger and freight. Trevor could also spot off shore wind turbines spinning slowly but vibrantly, and lastly a fully loaded freighter ship carrying hundreds of shipping containers. Trevor turned his head toward the work building "Here's to another day" he said in a nonchalant tone as he made his way toward the doors.