This is the story of Zootopia that was the original version of the story, back when it was pitched as "Savage". This story is based off of the original concept created by Byron Howard and Matthias Lechner.

Part 1

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Nick Wilde opened his eyes. He had been happily asleep but a few moments ago until he felt something cold and wet hit him square between the eyes. The pipe above his bed had a hairline crack going down its length and small droplets of water were leaking. Awake now, he stretched for a bit and after a while convinced himself to get out of bed. At least, it was a bed to him; his bed was in fact actually a large clothing drawer that served as his bed. Sadly, a full sized bed for 1 was not a luxury he could afford at the moment.

As Nick stood up out of bed, he was still tired enough to forget the pipe above him which resulted in him hitting his head with an audible CRACK. He clutched his head and saw stars for a second, the pain was sharp but brief... thankfully. Nick looked to his left at his alarm clock and saw that he was actually up much earlier than he wanted to be. He took a moment to weigh the pros and cons of going back to sleep but decided that getting an early start for the day was for the best.

Stumbling his way to the bathroom he made sure to carefully make his way around the many buckets that surrounded his living space. They were set up to catch the water falling from the many pipes that lined the ceiling of his room. For some it would be odd to live like this but hey rent is expensive and if some bear is willing to let him live in their basement for dirt-cheap rent, then some leaky pipes were only a minor problem. Nick climbed into the bathroom and took a cold shower. Living in the Rainforest District made things rather humid and he preferred to start his days not panting the heat away.

As Nick showered he made a mental checklist of today's tasks. Wake up, get ready, eat something for once, go to the doctor, and get to work, etc. "What a bother" Nick muttered to himself as he dried himself off. He continued his morning routine and finished by putting on his standard attire, nice slacks and a shirt with tie. As he put on his tie he found his hand lingering around his neck, touching the shock collar fastened there. These "tame collars" were required on all predators in the city, while being very bulky and annoying to wear they also itched like crazy. Nick however had a secret technique he liked to use to ease its annoyance. He took a small tube labeled NUMBING CREAM EXTRA STRENGTH from the medicine cabinet and squeezed a small amount on his fingertips. Be then rubbed his fingers around his neck and within seconds he felt nothing and was good for the next couple of hours.

Leaving the bathroom and entering his kitchen, Nick opened his mini fridge and grabbed a small cricket flavored energy bar. Tearing it open, he sat at his diminutive table and read the news on his phone. He had just opened up Zoogle when he received a phone call. Before he could say "Who on heck is calling me at 6 in the morning?" Nick checked the caller ID and saw that if was from none other than his friend Honey. He swiped to answer the call and put the phone up to his ear.

"Hello Hon-"

"NICK I'VE DONE IT, I'VE CRACKED THE CODE!"

"Oh really, you finally cracked the code."

"YES, I'VE FINALLY DONE IT."

"Tell me then, what has the great conspiracy theorist, Honey Badger, discovered in her research?"

"NICK, I'M SERIOUS THIS TIME I'VE ACTUALLY DONE IT!"

"Oh I believe you, just like I believed you the last ten times. Now tell me what it is you….discovered?"

"(Sigh) OK here it goes. You know how all of society is about people being together. Its all about following others and being safe, right? Following the Covenant of Coexistence so we don't kill each other, right? Listen to me, who do we know who flock together? Hhhhmmmm? Who always sticks together for safety?"

" Let me guess…it's the sheep isn't it Honey?"

"YES! YOU UNDERSTAND NICK I'M SO GLAD! Think of the implications Nick! It all makes sense now, the sheep on the dollar, the ancient people of DunBroch, the flying saucers, all of it,Nick, all of it! "

" Hmmm, yes that sounds great Honey but hey listen I've got a busy day today. So how about you call me later and we can talk all about it. Okay?"

"Oh yeah…OK sure Nicky. Well...talk later then!" (BEEP)

Nick put down his phone. While Honey was a nut, she did keep him entertained… and did his taxes. So it wasn't so bad that he sometimes received odd texts and calls from her. Checking the time, Nick got up from the table and made his way to the stairs at the other end of the room, making sure to dump the wrapper of the energy bar in his slightly overfilled trash can. Nick opened the door right before the rain emitters turned on and the whole of the Rainforest District reflected the light of the morning sun. Just as he took a long deep breath of the air the rain started. With seconds to spare Nick managed to get into the car just before the downpour hit him. With adrenaline pumping, he started his car and backed out on to the street. "This is too much BS in the morning for my taste," Nick muttered to himself.

Nick zoomed past the early traffic of the rainforest district and arrived at the doctor's office located downtown ahead of schedule. Much to his surprise, he was able to get parking on the side of the street. As he slid coins into the meter he stared for a second at the coin in his paw. FAUNA CITY was proudly stamped on one side with the other side being stamped with a ram's head. Catching himself in his momentary insanity, Nick slid the last coin into the meter.

"I can't believe she's getting to me,"

The doctor's office was packed with all sorts of animals. Some big, some tall, some well kept, while others smelled like they needed a bath. Wedged in between a buffalo and a large tiger was Nick. Wondering how long this was to be his life, he took a look at his number in line which proudly read #89. He found some comfort in this for a second until the loudspeaker crackled to life and said "NOW SERVING #6". Nick groaned and got comfortable.

After waiting for what seemed eternity and getting emotionally invested in a rather trashy paternity test show, Nick dislodged himself from between the two sleeping mammals and entered the doctor's office. There waiting for him was his assigned doctor for the day, a portly hippopotamus named Dr. Goldberg. The Doctor was faster than he looked and took no time in taking Nicks Vitals. Nick barely had time to change into the sterile exam gown before the doctor started his exam. As he was invading the poor fox's personal space in the way only a doctor could, he asked him basic questions.

"Name?"

"Nicholas Piberius Wilde, Sir."

"Height?"

"4 ft tall, sir."

"Weight?"

"80 Lbs, sir."

"Age?"

"32, sir."

"Alright, sit here for a moment."

Dr. Goldberg went to his desk and wrote down Nick's information on a sheet of paper. Then after he was done he went over to a cabinet and started to rummage around for a minute. Nick's heart started to beat a bit faster because he new exactly what the doctor was getting. Dr. Goldberg returned to Nick with an odd contraption that looked like kitchen tongs. "Look down please," said Dr. Goldberg. Nick excitedly bent forward, this was the one thing that made his routine check ups worth his time...When the collar finally came off! Dr. Goldberg had trouble attaching the device to the collar but when he did get it on he made on large movement and with that the collar snapped off.

It landed with a small thud in Nicks lap. Freedom came with a price however, now his head felt lighter. "Alright, you can straighten back up now" Dr. Goldberg said. Nick stood up straight and caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. Oh great and now his neck looked too long. Nick chuckled to himself, here he was in the few minutes of freedom from the collar and instead of enjoying it he was critiquing his own appearance. "I really have gotten to a new low" he said to himself. He brought his paw up to his neck and touched it. His numbing cream had worn off and he could actually feel his neck. The fur had started to wear thin and there was a slightly noticeable ring around his neck. As he rested his paw on his neck he got this really good feeling, like scratching an itch, which caused him to roll his eyes back in pleasure. "Enjoy it while it lasts," said Dr. Goldberg. Nick quickly brought his hand back to his lap and averted eye contact. He could feel his face become red in fear and anger at himself for dropping his guard. "Don't be like that fox, I'm sure that thing is awful to wear but the law is the law," Dr. Goldberg said. They continued with the rest of the exam without either of the two speaking.

"The law is the law," Nick grumbled to himself as the collar was wrapped around his neck and snapped back on him.

Nick left the office at around lunch. With his stomach growling he walked up to his car but stopped when he saw a large ram police officer was writing him a ticket.

"Woah hold up, I still got 30 seconds on that"

"30 seconds till it ends and your not in it starting the car? Pretty sure this is grounds for writing a ticket"

"But…but!"

"'But' nothing fox you'll take the ticket and that's it!"

"You cant do this, this is illegal!"

"Oh yeah? And what are you going to do about it fox? Are you going to pounce on me? Are you going to attack me? Oh I'm sure that will be rich, imagine it 'I need back up a savage fox has attacked me! Officer down! Officer down!' Heehaw, yeah I'd like to see you try."

Nick brought a paw to his face and pinched the bridge of his nose, right between his eyes. There was no reasoning with this ram so he might as well just accept it. The ram continued writing the ticket and placed it on his windshield.

"You have a good day now."

"Yeah thanks a lot."

"Oh fox by the way."

"Wha-" *BZZZZZZZZZZT *

The ram had pulled out a tazer and turned it on at the exact second as Nick had turned. The loud sound as well as the sparks in his corner of vision caused Nick to scream and jump, raising his heart rate and making the shock collar fill his body with electricity. Nick clutched to the side of his car for support. "Bastard!" He said through gritted teeth.

"Hehe, yeah but at least I'm not some mangy fox like you"

The ram tipped his hat at Nick and walked casually down the road. Nick took a couple of seconds for his heart rate to go down. He stood up straight and fixed his clothes. He might have to deal with the abuse but at least he won't look bad whilst doing it. He took a look at the parking ticket and when he did his eyes nearly popped right outta his head. The ram had written him am almost $100 ticket. Nick shut his eyes for a minute and calmed himself. It was nearly 2pm and he already was done with the day. "Not even at work yet" Nick grumbled to himself.

Nick got into his car and opened the glove box. He took out a small emergency bottle of numbing cream and reapplied it to his neck. He disliked this city with its BS rules and its BS people who abuse them. He took one look at him self in the rear-view mirror...

"The law is the law."

Nick started the car.