This is a fan made story that is based off of Zootopia's original concept. When the movie was first being made, it was much darker and some characters were in different positions or ignored altogether. I personally found the original story interesting, but because of how dark it was, it was understandable if the story was changed to what we have now.
I don't think it's perfect, I'm not that super great of a writer, but I am impressed with how much I went through this story, normally I write short one shots, so this is a big jump. I hope you enjoy the story.
Keep in mind that as I wrote this, the original script has never been seen, most of the story is based off of the concept art. Some scenes are from the actual movie, but altered.
There are spoilers from the actual movie itself, just so you know.
The usual disclaimer: Zootopia belongs to Disney
Zootopia, where anybody can be anything.
Yeah right.
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Thoughts raced through Nick's head as he leaned against the glass containing him in the prison cell. Nick expected himself to be there someday, but he never realized he would be thrown in for a crime he didn't commit. Falsely imprisoned was the worst thing to have happen to him, and what made the whole imprisoned even worse is that he didn't know why that out of every animal in Zootopia, the police targeted him.
Couple days earlier...
The alarm clock next to Nick's bed went off, and Nick went to turn it off, but found that it wasn't on his stand. He got up, and looked around his room, shoving his belongings as he searched, "Geez, where is it?" Nick groaned to himself with the buzzing really irritating his ears now. He finally found it and clicked it off, putting it back on his stand, and went to his closet, trying to get an outfit ready. He looked in his closet, all his shirts were button-ups and all his pants were khakis. He took a random shirt and put his only bluish black coat on him, and threw on his khakis.
He looks in his mirror, and seemed pretty presentable, though he was feeling very uncomfortable for himself, but thought nothing of it. He started finishing up to head out for his appointment and then work. Honey came out her bunker, which is under the sink's cabinet, surprising Nick, "I'VE GOT IT NICK, YOU WON'T BELIEVE IT!" She yelled as Nick covered his ears.
Honey was Nick's roommate, and the story on how they met required a bit of long backstory, she was wearing her usual outfit, which she didn't often change, which were brown pants and a camo styled tank top. Since she just came out of her bunker, she had a lot of mining equipment on her, covered in stickers of what she called the 'sheep uprising'. Nick was used to the honey badger's conspiracy ideas, not the yelling or lifestyle though, but she gave him a home and food, so he bother to complain.
To be quite frank, though, the theories sounded interesting to him too, but he didn't think they held a grain of truth.
"Look Honey, I got to go, I can't be late today." Nick said in his calm voice, trying to get Honey to listen.
Fortunately, she was just slightly obsessed, not crazy, as she listens to Nick, calming down. Honey shrugged, "Alrighty, have fun at work. See you tonight, don't let the sheep get you." She says sitting in her chair. She then told Nick that she would tell him later tonight what she discovered. Nick shrugged with a smile and got to his car, driving into the street.
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After a short drive, he made it to the doctor's office for his appointment, and went to the front desk. After he gave the front desk his information, he went to sit down. Unfortunately, there were many bigger animals like elephants crowding up the chairs, so he had to opt for the floor near the window and took a look outside. He looked in the reflection and remembered what was bugging him through his reflection.
The collar.
It was no ordinary collar, it was a shock collar issued for all predators, and just for them. If a predator got angry or too excited at a prey (or anybody, really), the collar would shock the animal, and it stung bad. He's worn it for a long time, probably when he was a teenager, he didn't remember.
Honey wore one, his other friends were no different from this collar. Ideally, it made some sense, predators shouldn't be attacking and eating prey anyway. Unfortunately this makes predators too open to being abused, since this collar had a nasty side effect and Nick saw it firsthand.
"Nicholas Wilde!" A voice shouted, surprising Nick, who snapped out of hyper focus of his collar, and walked over to the doctor.
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Nick only had a normal checkup routine for him to go through, and there was one part he was looking forward to. "Alright Nicholas." The lamb Doctor mumbled, "I'm going to take your collar off, then give you a new one that'll fit better." He says as he unlocks it.
The weight and discomfort dropped like the collar as Nick felt the short freedom he was given. He rubbed his neck, the fur wasn't as well kept compared to the rest of his fur, and most of it was forced down. The doctor frowned at Nick's relief, "Don't get too comfy. Here's the new one." The lamb said rather hasty, and put the new collar on, still hasty. It admittedly fit Nick better, but it still gave him a lot of discomfort.
The checkup was all finished and Nick headed over to his place of business, or so it seemed. Nick parked his car into a parking spot far away from the rest and entered the building. The building was nothing more than an old abandoned greenhouse, and it was HUGE for a greenhouse.
As Nick walked into the building, it looked somewhat of a research facility, and a fat cheetah was sitting at the front desk, very excited, "Nick, you finally made it! Everyone is waiting to enter in!" He smiles as Nick walked to his side, "Yeah, sorry about that Clawhauser, the checkup was a little longer than expected." He shrugs, "How busy is it today?" the fox asks, "About the usual amount, not too busy or quiet." Clawhauster says happily. Nick chuckled, "Well, keep up that disguise anyway, I'm heading in." Nick said, leaving the front desk.
Nick entered a door to reveal what was inside of it, his hard work that he made only for predators.
It was an amusement park called "Wild Times". It was kind of beat down, but it was good enough that Nick could do. Despite that all it had was three short rides, and it was kind of gloomy, it was filled with nothing but excited joy. All the predators in Zootopia would try to get into the park, just to get away from the rest of the world.
Nick smiled and walked into a booth, where all the predators waited in line, waiting to get in, "Alright, animals, enjoy your visit here, and remember to have fun!" Nick speaks into the microphone, allowing the park to be opened. He plugged in some music and left as the other predators entered into the park and went to his office, to do his normal things. Though he saw a bobcat family trying to calm down their crying cub.
Nick walked over and kneeled down, "Everything alright?" he asked, with the mother looking at him, "He got a little to excited, he couldn't help himself and I guess the collar shocked him." She explained, unable to calm him down.
Nick looked at the cub, "Hey, little guy." He says, catching the young cat's attention, "I know that shock hurt, but there is no need to cry." He soothes, with a calm voice, keeping his attention. The cub grabbed his parents' hands, wiping his tears away, "Now, just remember that because you have that on you, doesn't mean you are any different than those that don't, ok?" Nick smiles as the child was nodding and smiling ear to ear again, the mother very happy.
"Bless you." She smiles as Nick gets up, "Seriously, thank you, Nicholas." The father said to him, but Nick held a paw up, "Call me Nick, and no problem, have a good time, ok?" Nick says, happy he helped them.
Nick watched them walk away and started walking down the path, watching the animals having fun. He enjoyed this, sure, the park wasn't big, or special, or really, anything.
To Nick, however, it was what he always wanted to do, even if it meant some compromises. His dream was to make this amazing amusement park for the entire world to have. The money was an afterthought to him, despite that he barely made enough to support himself.
His thoughts were interrupted as someone poked his shoulder, making Nick turn around to see a big, unfriendly, fluffy polar bear in front of him, "Kevin, right?" Nick says with a fake calm voice.
"Yes, you are Nick Wilde?"
"Yeah, why are you here?"
"Kozlov sent me here, he wants a to have his business in the center of Zootopia."
Nick started walking away, "Let me guess, he wants this land. News flash, not gonna happen. If he wants anything from me, I'll give him a free pass to the park, that's all." He says rolling his eyes, the bear followed him,
"He will pay for this land. This is the only spot for him."
"The price I'd sell for is nothing he'll ever convince me."
"He will get this spot."
"I don't want to do business with him, got it? Go tell him that, I've got enough on my plate right now."
"Doesn't matter if you don't want to do business, everyone gets into business with him."
"Get out of my park."
Nick shoos the polar bear away from him, and he finally got the bear to leave and sighed in relief. He hated it that the polar bears came to his park, he knew they've been trying to buy it, but Nick wasn't throwing away his dream. Even if it didn't make remotely enough money the prices Kozlov offered.
Nick went to his office's building and went to his actual office and opened his window. He put his earbuds back in his ears to listen to music as he watched through binoculars to see if everything was alright.
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The day went along smoothly, and normal little issues came up, nothing concerning, and it was practically almost close to closing. A call came in through his phone, interrupting his music and blasting his ears with the loud ringtone, making him hit his head at the top of the window itself.
He groaned and held his head, unplugging his headphones and looking at his phone, Finnick was Muzzletiming him.
Finnick was a fennec who could probably pass for a child, if it weren't for the deep voice. The only reason why he was one of Nick's partners is because Finnick was put in the same situation as Nick. The reddish-orange fox opened the call to see Finnick with his headphones around his neck and collar with his black jersey on his screen.
"Yo smalls, what's up." He grins, only to be greeted back a scowl, "Don't call me that!" He says, rather annoyed, "I'm calling to see how today is going, seems late."
"It seems like an ordinary day today, the park is going to close a little earlier though today."
"Why?"
"I think a shop that is filled with prey are suspicious.."
"Right, right, I keep forgetting that they denied your ideas for a theme park, so you built one in secret."
"You know, they never gave me a ch-"
"Nick, they're full of stupid stuff. No intelligence, nothing we can do about it."
"I'm just saying that this illegal business is going to bite us back, hard."
"It's the only way, unless you leave Zootopia, and we both know we can't do that. Too pricey legal-wise and if we just tried to any other way, we'd be caught with ease."
Nick put the phone down and rubbed his face, of course that was true, illegal was the only way to go, and he hated it. "You alright Nick?" Finnick asked, semi-annoyed. Nick picked up the phone, and sighed, "I think it's time to close up anyway, I'm heading home." Nick says, in the same, calm tone, then hung up, cutting off any further comment from the fennec.
He pressed a button to contact Clawhauser "Time to close up." He states before getting up and leaving. He left the building as many animals said goodbye to him, but Nick just went back to his car and rubbed his face again, and sighed.
"This place is not for me, or any predator." He sighed upset and started driving home.
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"That mayor we had before Lionheart was removed because she was crazy! That's why we can't ever, ever trust these sheep!" Honey states at she eats her food, Nick fiddling with the last piece of his, "Nick, you alright?" She asks, Nick sits up after being asked, "I'm good as I can be." He sighs, "Actually, I'm just ready to finally give up." He shrugs, upset, "Geez, what's with being awfully negative?" She says, surprised.
Nick shot up insulted, giving her a dirty look, "Why am I negative?" He scoffed, "Well since you'd finally ask instead of rambling about your obsession, I hate how I have to do everything! If a prey had half a mind to learn about us, I would be running an amusement park legally, and I could walk in the street without worrying about somebody thinking I was a dangerous animal waiting to feed off of them, in fact, we wouldn't even be wearing thESE STUPID CO-"
ZAP!
Nick doubled over, the shock stunning him mid sentence, and Honey rushed over, "Oh my goodness! Nick, are you ok?" She cries out, helping him up. Nick sat back into his seat, rubbing his neck, or whatever he could, he knew he crossed a line he set for himself, "I'm sorry." He says, really meaning it.
Honey took pity on him, "Don't be, I should understand by now, but I think you need sleep." She says, helping him get into his room, Nick didn't need her to do so, but he wasn't going to be able to convince her otherwise.
Nick changed his into his pajamas and lied in bed, looking at the paintings he made on the stands, he found those another way to deal with the outside world.
Each one of them showed what he thought the world would be, but it was never going to change. But there was no harm for dreaming about it.
He fell asleep, hoping for tomorrow to be somewhat a better day.
I hope you enjoyed this start, I'll try to update soon, feel free to leave your thoughts on this so far.
