Welcome to Zootropolis. A project I've been thinking about for a while that isn't choice-based. Now. This story isn't going to directly 'involve' characters from Zootopia, however, I consider this story to be taking place in the same universe, in a practically mirror-imaged city of Zootopia, just with a different name, so I hope that explains the crossover thing, haha.

As I had said before, Clyde is the protagonist. It's in first person, and I've changed the present tense to past tense, so it's easier for me to write, and easier for you to read. I hope you all enjoy!

Also. I haven't got a steady update schedule for this yet. However, I've pre-written two other chapters, so we should be okay for a bit. Thanks for reading.

EDIT: I forgot to mention that Clyde is my name for Toy Bonnie. Sorry XD

'Zootropolis. Where your dreams come to thrive.' Yeah, more like the place where dreams come to die.

There I was, sitting on this clunky bed, in an apartment covered in rust and dust, with my ears being obliterated from the traffic outside my small window. This apartment was like a cell; the only difference is that I could've left.

I didn't want to leave though. I needed to stay optimistic, so that I didn't end up offing myself or getting somebody hurt!

I'd only been there for a day and my confidence in getting my dream job, or meeting other people was destroyed in the first few hours. What happened to being the optimistic rabbit that my family knew I used to be?

I got a harsh lesson when I was only a kid, but I always held my head up high. My parents were going through a rough patch in their marriage, which eventually led to their divorce. My dad took care of me for the last five years after my mom left, and took my sister with her.

My dad never told me what happened that pushed them apart. I used to constantly blame myself for it when it happened, but dad convinced me it wasn't my fault. Now that I think about it, maybe it was the way I acted? Wanting to be different than everyone else?

The earliest instance I can remember them fighting was when I was four. I never forgot what happened that night.

My dad had picked me up from a friend's house and brought me home. I remembered that smile that was on his face, but I saw right through it. Something wasn't right. But I was too young to comprehend what was actually going on. My dad led me upstairs and walked me to my bedroom, where I slipped my star-studded pyjamas on the slid under the covers.

He sat down on the end of my bed and gave me a small smile. I frowned at him and adjusted my covers, pulling one of my plushes close to my chest. I still have him somewhere I think, in one of my bags.

It's a pink rabbit with blue stripes on its ears. I had called it Fluffbun, for no specific reason. Nobody really questioned it anyway, so I didn't see the point in bringing any answers to the question.

I'm not sure who gave it to me, whether it was my mother, sister or father, but I remember getting it when I was really young. My sister still lived with us at the time, being only eight years old. I think she was in the room beside me, I don't quite remember my old home that much.

My dad stroked my shoulder, his smile fading, "Fluffy rabbits hopping along..." He started to sing softly, "Through the ripe fields of farm and song..."

I honestly couldn't remember the rest of the song. The only two lines I really took to heart were the first two. They always got to me, and I was never sure of why. My dad finished his song and slowly walked over to the door, flicking the light switch and smiling back at me.

"Goodnight kiddo..." He muttered. I smiled at him and watched him walk outside, closing the door gently after him. I closed my eyes and sighed softly, eventually letting the darkness take over.

I was awoken by the sounds of shouting coming from downstairs. Being four years old, I wasn't quite educated in domestic violence, but the shouting caused me to wake up either way.

I slowly pushed myself out of my bed, knocking the covers to the floor. I picked up Fluffbun and hugged it close to my chest, a frown creeping onto my face as I slowly approached the door.

I reached for the handle and pulled it gently, the light coming from the hallway came creeping in through the cracks between the door and frame. I only pulled the door out a little, saving just enough room for me to slip through. I sighed softly and approached the stairs. I inhaled cautiously and started slowly walking down the wooden stairs.

I could hear the screaming getting louder as I went further down. The creaking sounds I was making as I slowly trudged down the stairs slowly faded as I got closer and closer to the ground.

I stopped as I saw my father in the living room, with a look of shock plastered on his face. I sat on the stairs and peeked through the railing, watching the situation unfold.

Maybe I should've done something. Maybe it would've prevented this. But what could I have done? I was just a kid, a kid who didn't know any better. I watched the situation increase in intensity as I saw my mother come out from behind a bookcase, with one of her paws above her head.

My sister was sitting on the couch, watching in horror as she lowered her hand fast and slapped my father across the face, leaving a painful mark on his cheek. He held his cheek and looked at her in shock, with tears trailing down his face.

I jumped off the final step, tripping over my own feet and landing on the harsh wooden floor. I slid to a stop a few feet away from the steps and pushed myself to my feet. My sister was standing in front of me, with tears trailing down her face. She hugged me tightly and held her close, while trying to shield me from the screaming coming from the living room.

"Think of the kids, Martha!" I heard my father shout, "They're right there!"

My mother didn't reply, and instead just approached us. I pushed my sister's paw away from my eyes and looked up at my mother as she approached, with her paws outreached. I remember screaming as loud as I could and running back up the stairs with my sister trailing behind.

I could hear my mother's screams, alongside her calling our names as I slammed the door behind me. I remember sitting in there for a few minutes with my sister caressing me, trying to comfort me.

"Why is mommy so mean?" I asked, muttering to myself.

My sister sighed softly and stroked my shoulder with a frown, "I don't know..." The sun set rather quickly after that. My sister brought me to my bed and tucked me in. She closed the blinds on a nearby window, cloaking the entire room in darkness.

I whimpered and pulled at her shoulder, stopping her from leaving, "Please don't leave." I muttered. My sister sighed and sat on the edge of the bed, while the shouting downstairs slowly died down.

The house got real quiet for the few years after that, until dad said he had to go to court for some reason. My sister told me all about what had happened. From what I remember, my mother had gotten custody of her, and I haven't seen her since.

A few years passed after that. I was standing at the airport, holding my suitcases in my paws. I sighed softly and bit my lip. My paws were shaking. I was so nervous!

I lived – I guess you could say – in the country. Not on a farm, but somewhere far away from any urban location. The nearest city was Zootropolis. And I've only ever heard stories of that place.

It was the place where dreams came true – however cliché that may sound. I'd heard so many stories about people going to the city and never coming back. Not for bad reasons of course! They'd become lawyers, CEOs and important people!

My dream was quite different however.

When I was very young, for a Christmas one year; I was given a Polaroid camera by my father. My mother tore into him about how much it cost, but he didn't care. He just wanted to see me happy!

I've been taking pictures ever since then, and I have had a knack for it. I'd graduated school and gone to university, which gave me a good reputation out in the country.

Every time I woke up, I would see my diploma and degree for arts on the wall opposite my bed, framed and kept safe by the glass.

My father was standing beside me at the airport as my plane arrived. I glanced at him, tears trailing down my face and my lip quivering.

"Oh Clyde…" My father embraced me, as he started to cry himself. My ears lowered as he hugged me tightly, our fur brushing against each-other. I sighed softly and pulled away as people started to line up near the entrance to the plane.

I kissed my dad on the cheek and smiled at him, stepping back a little further, "Wish me luck, huh?"

"My son…" He muttered, "Going to Zootropolis…I never would've thought…" I could feel myself melt at the sight of my father crying in front of me.

I looked down, my ears flopping over my eyes. I brushed them away and glanced over at the line ago, "See ya, dad…" I muttered, walking away slowly and waving at him.

He waved at me and smiled, while holding a paw over his mouth. I turned away and approached the line. I could feel the sweat on the palms of my paws as the line slowly got smaller and smaller.

I smiled at the woman who was taking the tickets and showed it to her, "Have a good flight." I muttered something in return and started walking through the narrow tunnel.

I was greeted by a stewardess at the door, who had the fakest smile on her face, "Go on inside." I walked into the aircraft and went towards the back. I lowered my ticket and glanced at my seat, looking above the seat and slipping my suitcases in the compartment and resting in the seat.

I made myself comfortable and rubbed my forehead, while taking in my surroundings. I could see many anthros of many cultures and species. I felt the plane shake a little as a large lion dressed in a black business suit came through the door and approached me. He pushed past me, while muttering a few apologies, and taking a seat beside me.

I glanced at him, only to receive a small smile in return, "Hi there." I greeted.

"Hey there," The lion spoke in a Texan accent, "Looks like this be your first time on a plane, correct?"

"Only on crop-dusters, am I right?" I chuckled. The lion chuckled heartily, while smashing his paw repeatedly against the side of the seat, causing the seats to vibrate, "That was a joke."

"I had a feelin'," He muttered, "You don't look like a farmer." He adjusted his tie.

"Heading to Zootropolis for the first time…" I glanced back at him, "I'm kinda nervous actually…" I rubbed my paws together. My ears perked as the P.A. system started up, and the captain started speaking to the passengers.

"Zootropolis is where dreams come true," He said, "You'll know once you get there." I tuned out after that, taking all of the sounds and silencing them as I fell into my own world.

With the help of my earphones of course. I slipped them into my ears and switched on my phone, scrolling through a few songs until I eventually came to a good one. I sighed softly and closed my eyes again, resting my head against the top of the seat and letting the music take over.

I'd never been this excited in my whole life.

Thanks for reading!

- RSM