The original story of Zootopia always interested me. All of the predators were forced to wear shock collars that shocked them when they became too angry or emotional. The racial element would be very prominent on this side of the story.

This is my take on it.

I should be updating this twice a week or so. Enjoy.

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Zootopia : Confined By Collars

Chapter I

'First Encounter'

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Museum Of Natural History, Zootopia

"Thousands of years ago, the world was a different place. A place where-"

"Everybody was naked!" A leopard from the back of the group interrupted, attempting to get a few laughs out of others.

"Joseph, be quiet!" The museum guide said.

"Yes, ma'am."

The guide continued. "Mammals were divided into two groups. Predators with the sharp teeth,"

All of the predators ran their tongues along their teeth.

"...and prey, with the flat teeth!"

All of the prey ran their tongues along their teeth.

"And why weren't we friends? Hmmm...Finnick?" She asked.

"Cuz...we...wouldn't share?" He suggested.

"Close!" the guide exclaimed, "Because predators would eat us!"

The guide moved past the huddled group of predators to click a button on the side of a screen, which displayed a few lions hanging on the side of an ancient giraffe's neck. The image caused the entire crowd of children, including the predators, to exclaim "Ewww!" In disgust.

She stepped in front of everyone once more, turning off the screen that was fairly graphic for mammals of that age. "No one's eaten anyone in thousands of years, but just to be extra safe, we have...the tame collar!" She motioned her hand and arm towards a collar held up by a skinny, shiny pole, all enclosed inside a glass cylinder. A brave looking lion magically formed around the collar, which was quite impressive for the school kids, who stood there in awe.

She went on to explain its purpose, as she moved over to a second screen. "If a predator gets agitated," a zebra in the video walked by a lion, and proceeded to clumsily spill his coffee on him. "the tame collar reminds them to be good." The collar delivered a shock into the lion, causing his mane to become fuzzy. He smiled and shook his paw with the zebra's hoof, as if nothing had ever happened. That's how it was supposed to work, in theory.

"So now all mammals can be together!" the guide said, grouping the predators and the prey together.

Both Nick and Finnick remained in front of everyone, still smiling.

But, deep down, Nick knew that collars weren't meant to bring the predators and prey together. They were meant to contain them.

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21 Years Later

After The Events At Jumbeaux's Cafe

Nick was still carrying the massive jumbo pop through the lightly crowded sidewalks when a van pulled up beside them on the road.

The window rolled down to reveal a leopard, who had a smile on his face. That jumbo pop looked extra good in the heat of summer.

"Atta boy Wilde!" the leopard cheered.

"You know me enough Joseph. I'm still pretty awesome at hustling! I even hustled that new bunny cop." Nick said.

"Ha, that's pretty sweet dude. You have been a great hustler since you were twelve!"

Meanwhile, Finnick was fidgeting on the inside of his cheesy looking elephant suit. He was about ready to rip it off.

"GAH!" Finnick shouted in anger, startling Nick, who almost dropped the jumbo pop. All three were surprised that Finnick's collar hadn't given him a shock yet. He always needed to vent after wearing the suit.

"Finnick, chill for like three more minutes! We're almost done for a couple hours!" Warned Nick.

Finnick responded with a hard punch to his arm, Joseph smiling at the Finnick's inevitable angry rant, which were usually followed by a shock to the neck.

"That's for making me the baby! I'm a grown mammal, Finnick fox! It is degrading to my entire species!" He declared, rather loudly.

"Relax, you're gonna buzz yourself." Nick warned once more.

Finnick proceeded to rip the elephant suit off of his small body. "I AM IN A DIAPER- AH!" He groaned in pain from the shock of the collar. He stumbled and fell on the pavement.

Nick chuckled, and looked up at Joseph, who was now hyperventilating because of excessive laughter. He thought it was comedy gold whenever Finnick was in the middle of his usually explicit rants, and the collar shut him down at the perfect time.

Joseph helped Nick carry the jumbo pop into the back of the van, and set it inside of a plastic tub to keep any excess melting ice cream from getting on the floor of the van. By then Finnick picked himself off of the sidewalk and slumped his way into the passenger seat of the van.

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The Next Day

Nick was casually walking down the sidewalk, with Finnick in the baby stroller, still sporting the elephant suit. That cheap halloween costume had become famous among the world of hustling, and even more so among his friends.

The day was going according to plan, until a familiar bunny in a very small car pulled up beside him.

"Hi! Hey, it's me again!"

"Hey, it's Officer Toot Toot!" Nick teased.

She let out a dull, sarcastic laugh. "Don't call me that. I'm here to ask you some questions about a case!" She said, holding up the picture of Mr. Otterton along with her carrot pen.

"Then they should've gotten a real cop to solv- AH!"

(This is where the story deviates from the events of the movie)

Nick's collar buzzed, and his paws flew up to his neck, as if that would make it any better.

"What was that for?! I have to get to work." Nick yelped, noticing other mammals walking past them.

"I think your ten dollars worth of popsicles can wait." She said, matter-of-factly.

Nick's ears raised in defense, eager to prove her wrong. "Ha! I make two hundred bucks a day fluff! Three hundred and sixty five days a year, since I was twelve. And time is money. Hop alon-AH!"

Nick yelped in pain once more as she revealed a small black remote, which caused him to growl in anger.

"Stop shocking me! What am I doing wrong?!" Nick pleaded.

Judy, ignoring the question, said, "Can you please look at the picture? You sold Mr. Otterton here a pawpsicle. Right? Do you know him?"

Keeping his anger contained, Nick said "I know everybody. And I also know that somewhere there's a toy stor-AH! Stop, rabbit!"

"Nicholas Wilde, you are under arrest."

"For what, hewrting the fweewings?" He said in a childish tone.

"Felony tax evasion."

Crap.

Officer Hopps proceed to pull out his tax form, and repeat what he had said about his income with that stupid carrot pen.

"Look. You can either help me, or the only place you'd be selling pawpsicles is the prison cafeteria. It's called a hustle, sweetheart.

"Fine. Yes. I sold Mr. Otterton a pawpsicle. Can you not shock me?"

"Do you know where he went?"

Despite the misuse of his collar and his boiling anger, a smile managed to make its way onto Nick's face. "It's not exactly a place for a cute little bunny like you."

"You know what? That's it. Hands behind your back."

"Wait, what? Stop, I'll help you!" Nick said, backing up from the rapidly approaching bunny.

Surprisingly enough, she complied, and Nick told her where Mr. Otterton went. She motioned towards her little rabbit sized car, hardly large enough to fit both a fox and a rabbit.

After The Events At The DMV

"Wait. It's night? Nick! You did this on purpose! You just want me to fail!" Judy blamed.

"That's not true Officer! Where else would we go other than here?" Nick said, rather sarcastically.

"You just want to see me fail because you don't see me as more than a bunny! Because if I succeeded, you would have to see yourself as more than a fox!"

Nick bent down with his paws on his knees, exactly how he did when she got stuck in the concrete, and looked looked in her purple eyes. "If the world will only see me as a clever, shifty fox, then why try and be anything else? I'm exactly who you think I am. Not that these collars let us do much anyway."

Nick knew that Judy was right. Judy also knew that Nick was right.

But they had to go to Tundra Town.

They were going to find Mr. Otterton, even if it was the last thing she did.

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