I own only Lars and Mike. Any other characters and Zootopia belongs to Disney or people I know. BY the way, before you start reading, Mike may say some words that you don't understand, they're just South African slang words. Enjoy!
It was a fine day in the Metropolis of Zootopia. Larson, or Lars for short, Whiskers was in his apartment watching TV after he came from work. He was bored out of his mind as he looked out of the window as the sun slowly set. He usually worked an afternoon shift at The Big Donut, which was downtown. He would sometimes go down to The Big Donut to get himself a snack, yet he did it so often, he'd gotten sick of it. He soon cut on his Television, which showed the News Program. It showed the ZPD making an arrest. Krazy Kat, a drug lord who lived down the street from Lars.
"My own Kin." Lars sighed. He went into his room and sat on his bed. His phone rang. He picked it up and looked at the caller ID. It was his friend Maaike, but Lars just called him Mike.
"Ugh, what do you want?" Lars asked, answering the phone.
"Hallo, Lars! I just met me a lady, but she was too much of a babbelbekkie I had to dump her on da spot. Anyways, I just had me some fries, and they were befok!" Mike said, slightly angered.
"Ummm, okay, nice story. I have tomorrow off, so where do you and Nick want to meet?" Lars asked, knowing the donkey wasn't too fond of the fox.
"Stupid fox- I mean, ze Hangover Palace will be bakgat!" Mike yelled.
"Half the stuff you say I never understand." Lars groaned, annoyed by his friends words.
"It is ze language of my family!" Mike yelled through the phone.
"Chill! My bad, okay? Don't fret over it!" Lars said. " See you tomorrow." He groaned again and hung up.
Mike came from Savannah Villa, 34 miles south of Zootopia. Supposedly, that's the way they speak down there. Lars knew he wouldn't last a day there without going crazy, because he hated their language. It was even worse that Mike also worked at the Big Donut. He turned off the lamp, and fell asleep.
A while later, Lars woke and slowly got up from his bed, moving towards the bathroom. He took a nice, warming shower. After he had finished and got dried off, he pulled out an outfit to wear. He chose to wear a Canine West T-shirt and some blue jeans, and sat down to watch TV for the morning. After watching the morning news, he got up and left his apartment. He walked down the stairs and into the rest of the city. He had taken a few turns when a tall wolf ran right in front of him.
"You're under arrest, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do will be used against you in the court of law." He flipped the cheetah over, handcuffing him.
'That's one badass wolf cop right there, at least he can live the interesting life.' Lars thought.
Lars' lioness friend, Marisa, ran up to the wolf and cheetah. Lars read the wolf's name tag. It said Officer Fangman, ZPD.The Lioness spoke as Fangman handed her the purse.
"Oh thank you, mister, I don't know what I would've done without it." Marisa told him.
Afterward, Fangman called for the ZPD to come down so he could make the arrest. Soon, Marisa noticed Lars standing in the background and she ran up to him.
"Hey, Lars." She said.
"Oh, don't mind me, I'm just watching." Lars told her, stepping out from the shadows.
"Oh, shut up, you," She teased, "You just can't trust anybody in Zootopia. Thieves are everywhere. So, where are you headed?" She asked sincerely.
"The Hangover Palace. I'm meeting Mike and Nick there." He said. "Wanna come?"
"Oh, I can't Lars. I'm sorry, I'm headed downtown to the pharmacy. Mom needs her medicine, know what I mean?" She asked, giggling all the while.
"Yep." He said, and he continued his way down the street. He made his way to the Hangover Palace, which was their usual hangout. He always tried to get Marisa to go too, but she seemed to always have something to do at the time. After a second though, he pushed the doors open.
He looked around for his friends, and better yet, he saw them off to his left. There was Mike and Lars' sly fox friend Nick Wilde sitting at a table, waiting for him. He padded over and sat down with them.
"Hey, Whiskers, what took you so long?" Nick asked with a sly smile.
"Yah, boet, a ton of goffels came up to us and kept asking us out. It was really annoying, I never would say ja to dem!" Mike said, obviously annoyed at the thought.
"My bad, guys. I was just watching an arrest take place, and it just so happened to be Marisa who was the victim." said Lars.
"Ooooooh, someone's in love!" Nick said slyly. He smiled with that signature smile of his.
"Luckily, I'm a lief smous." Mike told the two smugly.
"I don't know what that means, Mike, but no, don't think of it that way. We. Are. Just. Friends. Get it right." He told his rather annoying friend.
"She's nothing to Judy Hopps. Those long ears of hers. Wait, did I just say that out loud?" Nick said dreamily. He looked up at the ceiling, his smile widening in his fantasies.
"HA!" Lars yelled out suddenly, pointing at the fox. "You have no room to talk, now! You have a love interest, Nick!"
"I am still here as a lief smous," Mike crossed his arms.
"Will you shut it with the unknown vocabulary?" The cat said, his brows furrowing in annoyance.
"IT IS MY FAMILY LANGUAGE!" Mike yelled, and the other two roared with laughter.
"Anyways. So, how was it when you solved that case, uncovering that the mayor was a criminal, Nick?" Lars asked, and they laughed and talked for the next few hours. Afterwards, they left. When they walked out, Nick took a left, and Mike took the right with Lars.
"Hopefully we do not meet any of dem goffels on da road." Mike said..
"Hm. Hopefully." Lars told him, still not knowing what it meant.
Soon, when they got to Tartus St. Lars took a right and went straight to his apartment building, bidding goodbye to his friend. He went upstairs to his apartment, and when he was about to open the door, there was a note on the door.
It read: Meet me at 29 Ally Ave tomorrow at 4pm. Bring any weapons if you have to.
Lars stared at the note, confused, then he chose to rip it up, and stuff it in his pocket. He went inside, and saw a tall figure in his living room. It ran into the hallway, going straight past him in its wake.
"Who was that?" Lars asked no one in particular.
He went to investigate further. The deeper in he went, the more lights he turned on. After finding no one anywhere, he returned to his bedroom. There he found a note.
It read: My apologies if I scared you. Look inside of the drawer in your bedside table.
He looked around for the figure, but he was nowhere in sight. His window was wide open, and so he assumed the person jumped out. He looked out, and nobody suspicious was in sight. He drew his head back into his apartment and looked inside of the drawer of his bedside table, like the note he read said. There was a knife, an M1911 pistol, and 3 frag grenades. He wondered why this person equipped him with this type of weaponry, but he chose to leave it be. He took a bath, and fell back onto his bed, falling asleep instantly.
Sorry if I started out short, but THIS is only the beginning, It'll get better, TRUST me. Zootopia's been out for almost 3 months, and I thought I should just try something, so here it is. Stay tuned for Chapter 2!