The world isn't always fair to some mammals. It will sometimes do bad things to very good mammals and will leave then to deal with the aftermath.
In the streets of zootopia, there had been an accident. A small car had been hit by a much larger car. With the wide variety of mammals of different sizes, it's not uncommon that these sort of thing happen. The driver of the larger car, a rhino in a light blue button up t-shirt, had just gotten off after working a night shift and was feeling drowsy behind the wheel. He fell asleep behind the wheel and ran a red light, and that's when it happened. The two cars had collided with the large car pinning the smaller car up against the side of a building. The rhino was startled awake at the feeling of the collision and as he realized what had happened, he was filled with dread.
He hopped out of his car and ran around to the front to see the damage. The smaller car was halfway crashed and he had no doubts that the driver was dead, but he still wanted to be sure and got closer. As he got closer he saw what appeared to be a vixen in the drivers seat covered in blood and death in her eyes. Foxes were not the most trustworthy of all mammals and were hated by most. Even the rhino admitted he didn't think to highly of them but he had never wanted to hurt one. As he slowly backed away he felt terrified and thought it would be best if he walked away from the situation. He called 911 to let the police know there was a hit and run, then got back in his car and drove off. As the wrecked car sat there, the only things coming from it was smoke and car fluids. Then, from out of nowhere, a small kit emerged from the back seat. He was covered in scars and blood, and his eyes were dazed and full of tears. He climbed into the front seat to get a look at what had happened.
"Mom, what happened?" The kit said as he looked at the wrecked car. When he got no answer, he turned to look at his mother and was filled with horror at the sight of her dead corpse. He couldn't move. He couldn't speak. All he could do was stare. He couldn't believe what was happening. Within minutes the police showed up to assess the damage. They found the kit in the passenger seat and carried him over to the ambulance on site. The kit was just in a daze. He couldn't believe that this was happening to him. He knew that he will never be the same again. How do I know this? Because that kit was me, Nick Wilde.
AN: Hi everyone, Luyon here. I had this idea for a Zootopia fanfic swimming around in my head, and sense I was getting writers block with my other story, I thought I would post this and see what you guys think and if it gets enough attention I may continue posting. thank you for reading and I'll see you later.(well not see but...you know what I mean.)
