A/N Hey y'all! Felt like doing a new different thing. As the title suggests, this story is set in Zootopia. I felt like doing something supernatural blended from a buttload of magic systems i've either played with in games or read about, with infusions, blood magic, demonic pacts, and good old wizardly research. In addition, there be monsters 'ere that ain't never been seen together, especially in Zootopia, whether it be twists on old myths, lovecraftian creatures, phobophages… you get the idea. So, without further ado, here is Zootopia: Fear the Dark
Sahara square, around ten miles outside the main city
Sam Bristleheart let out another scream around the gag, despite knowing it would be useless. The black cat couldn't see where the people who'd abducted him were taking him, but he could feel the sand scraping against his fur, hear how eerily silent it was. The motion stopped before he was hoisted up by something much larger than him before being set down on something cold, hard, and rough. He felt them- whoever they were- secure him, strapping his arms and legs to the surface spread-eagle. He heard candles being lit, smelled some sort of incense… then the chanting started. It was a harsh, grating language, scratching at his ears all the way down the nerves to his brain. He became aware of a large presence behind him. He felt arms slide under his shirt, before ripping it off in a single jerk, exposing his midnight fur to the moonless night. He felt something cold just to the left of the base of his spine, right above his heart- then the cutting started. A line scraped from his heart to the base of his neck, then back down to its mirror point. He screamed in pain as the cutting continued, going up and left to his shoulder, than across to the other one at the same point. Despite all that, the knife still felt cold as ice. He was shaking, desperately trying to escape the ropes that held him as the knife completed the star. Then, he felt his flesh move, turning the star upside down and causing yet more pain. The chanting grew louder, and the smell of sulfur entered his nose as the knife pressed down again, creating a circle around the midpoints of the stars arms. As the circle completed, he involuntarily began to thrash and twist violently. The blindfold was taken off his face and he saw what had done this to him. It was huge, insectoid, with a set of massive mandibles and a foursome of horns pointing back from it's smooth, rounded head. It removed the gag and started to lean in, holding his head still. The mandibles rested gently on his cheekbones as its mouth grew closer to his. Then, it locked around his mouth, forcing something down his throat, something that burned. The thrashing increased wildly before the cat went limp. The demon cut his bonds and gave him to one of the kidnappers, directing them to leave him outside the local clinic. As the cultists departed, it internally smiled. This cat would be a good weapon for later… for the coming war for this young dimension.
Rainforest district, well off the beaten path
The teenage bunny felt as the rain flowed off of her long ears, down her back, and into the ground. The last hour had been… rough. She'd gotten the courage to call social services on her stepfather before taking shelter in a little clearing only she knew. She looked at her phone, waiting for the call that would tell her everything was alright. A flash of light lit the clearing, and thunder rolled overhead. She was at the dead center of the storm. The best part of the storm, where all the water could roll over her and wash away her fears. She'd always loved storms, even big ones like this. She never got hypothermia, mud didn't seem to stick to her, and the thunder, a primal terror for most mammals, sounded like music to her. The thunder rolled again, and she became aware of another mammal in the clearing. She turned around, seeing- another bunny. His fur was grey like storm clouds, and his eyes were so yellow the nearly seemed to glow. He smiled at her. "Hello Addie… or should I say, my daughter."
Addie stood up quickly, staring at this buck who claimed to be her father. "What is this, some kind of fucking sick joke!?" The teenagers grey eyes bored into the grey buck. He simply smiled.
"I understand your anger. You never knew me, but i've watched over you for many years, unable to interact… until now." he straightened. "There is a war coming, foretold centuries ago by the sirens. Three must be united. The cat of shadows, the son of the new moon… and the daughter of the storm." The thunder rolled again as he reached a paw out. "Let me show you your destiny… your purpose." Addie tentatively took his paw. They locked eyes. "Brace yourself, my child." She saw his eyes flash with lightning and felt electricity flowing down her arm and up into her brain. She saw the top of a skyscraper, with an island floating over it, covered in ancient architecture including temples, monuments, housing styles that had not been used for centuries. She saw something gathering at the edge of a cloud of stars, something dark. She heard thunder and felt lightning strike her. Then, all went black.
Tundratown, mountain subdistrict
The goat stood at the top of the highest mountain within ten miles of his home, staring at the new moon. He always felt compelled to do this since he learned to climb, although he had no idea why. He heard faint music. Folk music, from the home country. He stared upwards, as the music grew louder… and the moon grew closer. He felt his pupils dilate to their maximum as whispers filled his head. "Your destiny approaches. Your father calls. The old ones return. Go to the mines. Find the pit. All will be answered there. All will become clear." The goat felt strange, felt wonderfully strange, and burst out into high pitched cackling. He knew it, he knew he was important, AND HERE WAS CONFIRMATION! The cackling grew louder, more manic as he ran off towards the entrance to the old zootopia gold mines.
?
The three figures sat at their places around the checkerboard that represented the universe. The pawns were set. Now to see who succeeded. Them- or the prophecy foretelling their demise.
A/N Ever wonder how much sheer WTF you can fit into 436 words? Well that first paragraph is how much I can fit. Neat. First M rated story, expect gratuitous disturbing events and gore as I figure this all out.