Reality Check: A Zootopia/Castle Crossover Story

Chapter 1: Discovery

I could smell it before I could see it: Alcohol. Ah damn it. I passed out drunk again. I had been on an extremely tough assignment for the past week, thankfully Rick was there to help, but it took a toll on me. I finally opened my hangover-influenced eyes, to find I was in the wrong apartment. But how?I still smell the alcohol. I suddenly realized, I was not even human. I looked all over myself, frantically trying to find out what I was. Hang on, I don't even know where I am. I looked around my(?) apartment for any clues aas to where I was. The whole time I was walking, it felt like my body knew what it was doing; which was weird considering this'd never happened to me before. After some time of looking around, I finally came to some of the answers I had questions to. I found out that I was a fox P.I. named Vincent Carlton, which was strange considering it was my actual name back in Ney York along with the same profession, and that I was in the city of Zootopia. Savannah Central to be specific. I had a connection inside the Zootopia Police Department by the name of Nick Wilde. This was all the info I could aquire within an hour, since after that, I started getting a raging headache. Ugh, probably the hangover kicking my ass. I soon fell asleep on the same couch I woke up on.

After what felt like an hour, I finally woke up in my New York apartment. I was also on my bed. Noticing this, I sat up quickly; which was a bad idea, since my human hangover kicked in. What the hell was that? Was I seriously a fox? After a second of pain, I was finally able to get up and take something for my headache. As I came back to my room, I noticed I had some text messages from my friend Rick.

'Vince, if you get this please call me.'

'Vince please call me. I'm worried.'

The last one scared me the most

'GOD DAMN IT VINCENT IF YOU DON'T CALL ME I'M COMING OVER THERE TO KICK YOUR DRUNKEN ASS!'

That one was sent 5 minutes ago. By this time I was scared, because the only time Rick uses all caps is when he's serious. "Well shit." I say to no one in particular. I hit dial next to his name. It rings for a few seconds, before he answers. "Well, if it isn't Mr. Hungover. Dude, I texted you 3 times, and called you. Where have you been?" He says, and I can hear the suppressed anger in his voice. "Well, Rick, I've been asleep because my stupid ass got into the scotch again. Also, I ha some weird ass lucid dream." I reply with an even voice. "Care to explain the dream then?" This time I can hear the anger is mostly gone.

"Have you ever heard of Zootopia, Rick?" I ask him. I hope I don't sound crazy to him.

"Uh, no. Why?" He asks. This may not blow over well.

"Okay so, in my dream, I was basically the same mammal that I am as a human, but instead of ties to Kate, I have ties to another fox who's name is Nick Wilde." I explain "Am I making sense?" I seriously hope I don't sound crazy.

"Well for one, Zootopia is a movie. Two, that probably could've been the acohol in your system. Zootopia isn't real." He says.

"Rick, but here's the real kicker: I could feel everything. I could walk around, feel something, and even taste things. I even pinched myself. Now, call me crazy, but I think something's going on here." By this point I was worried. How could something fictional be so real?

"Okay, you definately need a break from the scotch." He says. I suddenly realize that he's been driving this whole time, probably to my apartment. "I'll be there in 5 minutes." He says as I here tires squeal against asphalt. I guess I'm not getting out of this one.

A/N: Well surprise, I have a new story! Yeah it may not make sense right now, but it will in the future. This is the "prolouge" for the story, so if you want more please support it. I would also like to mention that the next Love in the Big City chapter is in the works. I hope you all have a great day

~1's-n-0's