December 1st, 1995
In a dark corner of a dark apartment, a fox sat at a desk, pencil tapping impatiently as thoughts filled his mind. Judy was pregnant with Nick's child. They didn't know it could happen, it just did, through all the odds. An idea popped into the fox's head and his pencil began writing on a piece of paper.
You'll be coming out of Mommy's stomach soon. I better do something quick if I'ma be able to support you. I can barely support me, but as long as you're healthy. That's all that matters for the time being. Just thinking ahead, sorry for the sloppy writing. The pencil in my hand is shaking, please excuse me. Dad's a little nervous, but at the same time excited. I'm trying to build these castles out of sand, baby girl. For you to sit on the throne, I got plans, baby girl. Welcome to Mom and Dad's crazy world.
Love, Daddy, maple-flavored kisses, buttered pancakes, and syrup
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx
December 1st 1996
The same desk, the same pencil, the fox wrote to his child, lovingly and happily. He loved the bunny-fox.
You got your momma's personality, same eyes as I got, her beautiful smile, but your ears are the same size as mine are. Sorry for that, a little minor mishap. But you'll grow into them, baby. You took your first steps today, you'll probably walk soon. They're talking bad about Dad, it's ticking me off too. Makes me feel like I don't belong or something. I think I might have just stumbled onto something new. Got a prediction for the future, I'm hoping it's you. Open this envelope when you're older and I'm hoping it holds true.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx
December 24th, 2007
The fox, Nick Wilde, now much older and much more hated sat. The same old wooden desk with a new pencil began to write his last letter.
Now if you found these letters, I guess I better try to explain. A lot's happened in between them since I rised to this fame. I've said your name but always tried to hide your face. This game is crazy, I wanted to claim my love for you, but dang! I never knew it'd be like this, if I did I wouldn't have done it. You ain't asked for none of this shit, now you're being punished?! Things that should've been private with me and your mother is public! I can't stomach this! They can take this fame back, I don't want it I'm fed up with it, I'm hanging it up, fuck it! Excuse the cursing, baby, but just know that I'm a good person, though they portray me as cold. And if things should ever worsen, don't take this letter I wrote as a goodbye note, 'cause your dad's at the end of his rope. I'm sliding down a slippery slopeAnyways sweetie, I better goI'm getting sleepy.
Love, Dad...
With his last letter finished, he folded it and slipped it into an envolope. He reached for a bottle of pills and took a handful of them, surely exceeding the set limit to prevent harm.