And…. introducing….. Zootopia meets the Lion King.
But don't worry, this will be just as good as all of my other stories. Which is to say, it's going to be awesome. Trust me, this isn't going to be like most crossovers are, that only seem to focus on the reactions of the characters meeting each other.
And now, with my stamp of quality sealed upon this story….
Here we go.
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Scar's POV
"Simba, Simba, please have mercy, I beg you!" Whimpered Scar, taking a step back from the furious lion in front of him.
"You don't deserve to live." Growled Simba, advancing toward the traitorous lion. Scar's eyes widened, and he took another fearful step back.
"But Simba! I.. am… uh…. Family!" Managed Scar, his breathing picking up. This couldn't be happening, this couldn't be happening! Simba was here, somehow, somehow, he survived the hyenas all those years ago! And now he was back, growling at him with his teeth bared! Of all the rotten things that could have happened, how could have this happened!
"It's the hyenas who are the real enemy!" Gargled Scar, seeing Simba's unwavering eyes. "It was their fault, it was their idea!"
"Why should I believe you?" Snarled Simba, the fire reflecting in his eyes. "Everything you ever told me was a lie….."
"What are you going to do?" Asked Scar, fighting to regain his composure. "You wouldn't kill your own uncle…."
"No Scar." Replied Simba, growling through his teeth. "I'm not like you."
Oh, oh yes. Weakness, there was weakness! He could use this, he had to use this…. come on, think of something….
"Oh Simba, thank you." He said quickly. "You are truly noble. I'll make it up to you, I promise. How can I, ah, prove myself to you? Tell me; I mean, anything."
That foolish lion was just as stupid as his father had been. Weak and soft, able only to think with their muscles and not their brains like a real lion. Simba would pardon him, and he would survive. That's all he needed to do, really. Survive. And perhaps it would take a few months, perhaps years, but he would depose of Simba eventually, twist the lionesses mind's to think him the rightful king again, and catapult himself back to his position as king, a position he would have inherited anyways if it hadn't been for his oaf of a brother.
"Run." Said Simba, his voice low with anger. "Run away Scar. And never return."
Scar's eyes widened at his angry proclamation, and he slunk back a little bit.
"Ah…. yes…." He managed, taking a step away from the red lion, rage simmering behind his eyes. "Of course…" How dare Simba speak to him with the same words he'd spoken to Simba all those years ago! How dare he!"
"Your Majesty!" He snarled, hooking a burning branch in his claws and hurling it at Simba. Simba cried out, jumping backwards from the attack. Scar lept forward, his claws reaching for the pathetic lion's neck...
But Simba recovered faster than Scar had expected. With a mighty roar, he raised his paw and lashed back at the black lion, connecting with a frightful blow. Scar fell to the ground and now Simba jumped at him, claws out in fury.
Rolling away, Scar avoided the attack and quickly got up, his plan for victory failing before his eyes. Simba advanced, a rage lingering in his eyes with so much intensity that the last time Scar had ever seen anyone so angry had been his own brother, Mufasa.
And the last time Mufasa had been that angry, things hadn't turned out well for Scar.
His righteous anger disappearing, Scar gulped and turned around, intent on fleeing a fight he knew he would lose. He bolted away, down the side of Pride Rock as he heard the roar of Simba behind him. Back down the way he came, his paws hurrying as he scrambled down the ramp. Up above, lightning flashed down, only egging on the fires.
"There! The traitor!" Came a voice, and he glanced aside for just a moment to see several hyenas take off at him.
"Simba!" Cried a voice he recognized as the real traitor, Nala. Was everyone after him now?!
He slid down the last ramp, and the fire flared up all around him. Breathing heavily, he paused for only a moment before braving the flames. The land had completely dried out, and the fire was eating it all up hungrily. He jumped from clearing to clearing, avoiding the deadly fire as it raged all around. He had to get out of here, he just had to survive…
A shape emerged from off to his side, and he felt himself get tackled in mid air. Both he and his assailant hit the ground, with Scar landing on several hot branches, just catching fire. He rolled over to see Nala advance at him, her teeth bared.
"Nala!" Snarled Scar, as he struggled back up.
"It's time we were rid of you, Scar. It's time we ended you!" She shouted, practically foaming at the mouth.
"Isn't that a little drastic? Come now Nala dear-"
"Enough of your lies!" Shouted Simba, as he too burst onto the scene. He came to a stop next to Nala, as the two of them snarled at the cornered lion. Off to the side, he saw more lighting burst from the clouds, lighting up the pridelands.
"My lies!" Growled Scar, as he glanced back behind him to see nothing but a wall of flame. "How about your lies? Your denial about your role in your father's death-"
"Shut up!" Growled Simba, advancing forward with Nala. "Shut up and die!"
He was about to leap forward when three more snarls occupied their attention. Off to their right, several hyenas entered the scene, jumping through the flames ominously. Simba backed off a step in hesitation, as Scar recognized Shenzi glaring at all of them in contempt.
"Hyenas." Growled Simba, rounding onto the hideous creatures. A few of them snickered.
"Yeah, buddy! Hyenas! Here to kill all three of you!"
"What? Shenzi, I'm your king-"
"Shut up Scar." Glared Shenzi. "I heard you, you stinking traitor. You'll be dead before the night is out, at my paws."
"No one cares." Said Nala, advancing toward the hyenas. "Get out of the Pridelands. Your species don't belong here."
"Our species! It was the lions who kicked us out all those ages ago! We're staying here, even if we have to fight you!"
"Wish granted." Growled Nala, as Scar gulped and stepped away, staring back at Simba's angry claws. The hyena's hackles raised, glaring at Nala as she crouched down, ready to pounce. Scar's mind raced, but he saw no way out of the fire. No way to escape death this time, as Simba roared, leaping at the black lion.
Then, there was a spectacular flash of light, and Scar saw, for only a moment, an arc of lightning streaking down toward their clearing. There was an explosion, and Scar remembered no more.
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Judy's POV
"It's quite stormy out there."
"So it is." Grinned Nick, as he leaned back in his seat. He and Judy were sitting in a police car, just waiting for something to happen. Outside the weather was stormy, with rain coming down in buckets as thunder crashed somewhere off in the distance. Little flashes of lighting could be seen every once in awhile, but as they sat safely in their car, it felt perfectly safe.
"The storm is supposed to stop sometime tonight… we'll have to drive home in the rain." Shrugged Judy, as she set her phone down.
"You mean you'll have to drive home in the rain." Smirked Nick, flashing Judy one of his trademark grins. Judy rolled her eyes.
"I don't know, I'm always doing the driving." She replied. "Maybe you'll have to do it this time."
"Come on Carrots, you know I would so prefer that I drive. Rabbits are bad drivers, after all."
"Not as bad as foxes." Retorted Judy, with a playful grin.
"You wound me, Carrots." Stated Nick, shaking his head. "That's a pretty serious accusation against foxes everywhere."
"Well…. you're the only fox I know." She shrugged. "Where do do you think I get it from?"
"Carrots!" Nick put his hand on his heart with mock surprise. "You think I'm a bad driver?"
"From what I've seen so far…. yeah, I would say so." Grinned Judy.
"You better watch it Judy." Grinned Nick, turning back to his seat. "One of these days, my predatory instincts might just get the better of me…"
"Puh. I'll keep that in mind."
"Oh, you better." Said Nick, his eyes glinting. "You know how it is with predators."
"Well…. I do now. Thanks to you." Nodded Judy. "You showed me how wrong I was."
"You're welcome." Grinned Nick. "I'm just a genuine genius."
"So you are." Smirked Judy. "Sly Fox."
"Dumb Bunny."
It had been at least a year and a half since the Night Howler incident. Nick had graduated from the police academy only a few months ago, and as the smallest mammals on the force, she and Nick had automatically become partners. Right now they were on patrol, waiting in Sahara Square for someone to break the speed limit.
Nick watched the rain hit the windshield with it's sporadic thudding. The two of them lapsed into silence, the only sound becoming the rain, and occasional booms of thunder.
Judy looked down at her lap. It was said that if you enjoyed your job, you never had to work a day of your life. And for her, that was definitely true. Not just because it had been her dream to become a police officer since age six, but also because of her partner.
Nick was great. Ever since the Night Howler incident, they'd been friends, and becoming partners sealed their friendship. Because they worked together, they did practically everything together. Judy had moved into Nick's much larger apartment, where Nick even had a whole extra room for Judy to sleep in by herself.
Every morning they had a little routine, Judy would wake up first, then whip the blankets off Nick to wake him up. Nick wasn't exactly a morning person, Judy was sure Nick would have been late to his job dozens of times if it hadn't been for her. Then, Nick would make them some sort of breakfast, usually eggs for him, and a salad for Judy. Then came their work, and that usually went until sometime in the afternoon.
But Judy loved her job, and doing it with Nick made it even better. Maybe the job wasn't as smooth sailing as she had first imagined it to be months ago, but it was better with Nick. Being friends with him made life exciting somehow. He was always fresh, always had another joke up his sleeve.
And now, in this stormy afternoon, she sat in their car with her best friend, waiting for a call to come in. A speeding vehicle, a nearby robbery…. they only had to be available.
"Hey Carrots, I think we got something!" Said Nick, interrupting Judy's reverie. She sat up, looking over at the fox.
"What? What is it?" She asked. In response, Nick picked up the radio, and a voice crackled over the receiver.
"We have a suspected 10-91…. Officers in the area, we may require backup."
"10-91?" Asked Judy, straightening with a frown. "How?" She asked. Nick frowned, unease creeping into his expression. And he almost never looked unsure of himself.
"But…...isn't a 10-91-"
"Yeah." Agreed Judy, sitting up and putting the car into gear. "We gotta go."
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I took the number 10-91 directly from the Zootopia script, so I'm assuming it's correct unless I got the wrong script.
Anyways, there's the first chapter! Tell me what you think, and I'll be updating regularly, so be sure to follow! Do tell me what you think if ya liked it!