Hello everybody, thanks for deciding to check this story out! As a first time writer, I'm sure to make quite a few mistakes. However, I will hopefully get better with time. As it is, here is a short prologue to introduce my OC. A quick mention of how I will write, any text like so indicates thoughts of one of the characters, and quotation marks will indicate actual spoken words. This might sound stupid of me to explain, but I prefer to make sure that there is as little chance for misunderstanding as possible. Understand that this will contain some content that is considered scary and dark, so if you don't like it then don't read. I do not own Zootopia or any of its ideas, concepts, or characters, as those belong to Disney. Now that my long winded monologue is over, on with the prologue!
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Pain… It hurts so much….. Why does everything hurt so much….. And what is on me that's so heavy….?
Slowly the small creature awakens, pain scorching through his young body. He sluggishly tires to move, but is pinned down by the weight on top of him. As he finally opens his eyes fully, he registers shock and horror at what was pressing so heavily on his body.
M-mom….. D-dad… The creature is frozen in fear as he stares at the faces of his parents, only a few inches from his own. Their eyes are glazed over in death, and yet they still somehow retained their last feelings of love for their son as they had tried to protect him. The creature quickly recovers from his shock and begins to struggle in panic, eventually managing to remove himself from beneath his parents' corpses. As he stared in shock at them, memories began to drift back to him. Memories of a beautiful day, the appearance of strangers, and then the horror that they unleashed.
As the memories continue to flow back to the boy, he notices the smell of smoke. He rises slowly from where he had been laying and shakily begins to walk to the front of the house.
My house….. This is my house….. The memory slips through as he walk towards the front door. As he reaches for the door knob to leave, he happens to look to the side and stops. There by the entryway is a small table and coat hanger, undisturbed and at odds with the chaos that surrounded him. On the table is a picture of himself, smiling and being held by his equally happy parents. The coat hanger had a single jacket, one that the creature recognized as his father's favorite.
In the brief moment of time that the boy stared at these things, he was filled with sadness. He reached out and put on his father's coat, encompassed in it as if it was a robe due to its huge size compared to himself. Then he reached out and gently slipped the picture out of the frame, stared at it one last time, and put it in his oversized jacket pocket. As he took one last look at his home, he turned the door knob and opened the door, leaving his home for the last time.
As he slowly walked outside, the image of what he saw would be imprinted in his mind for the rest of his life. He and his family had lived slightly apart from the rest of the town, at the top of a small hill that gave a perfect view of the town. But as the boy walked out of his house and looked down on his home, there was nothing perfect to be seen. As the stench of death filled his nose and smoke burned his eyes, the boy looked out and saw his town burn.
Almost every building was burning, and the fire quickly spread to what was left. Everything that the boy held precious was being destroyed before his very eyes. The boy could barely see a mound in the center of the town, and realized in horror that is was a mound of corpses.
As the boy watched his world literally burn down around him, he thought back to the person responsible. The stranger who came to his town, acted so warm and friendly, then turned on his town. He remembered the cries of fear he had heard, and the name that had been chanted by the stranger's goons as they destroyed everything.
As the boy looked out, he finally spoke. He whispered a single word, the last word he would ever speak for four years. He whispered the name of the one who had taken his world away in the blink of an eye.
"Discord…"
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Well that's it. Sorry for the horrifying backstory, and the actually lack of details about my OC, but I wanted to make sure that he would have a good reason for being the way he is later in the story. I plan on attempting to write the actual first chapter as soon as possible, but I'm actually not sure what I want to do. I want to introduce Judy and Nick next, of course, but I'm not sure on what the situation will be, or how they will meet my OC. So hooray for blindly writing!
I would like to mention something real fast (or possibly slow, who knows?). I had the idea for the antagonist of this story for a good while and how he would ruin my OC's life, but I had a hard time choosing a name. Then as I was listening to music one day, I happened to hear a song by The Living Tombstone and Mush. The song's name was Discord, and as I listened I suddenly heard the key line, "Discord, whatever did we do, to make you take the world away?" That line practically chose the name for me, perfect for the character. So thanks to The Living Tombstone and Mush, for giving me perfect inspiration for a sick and twisted antagonist.
Since I'm a first time writer and this is my first story, please leave as many reviews as you want! I'm open to criticism and those who want to point my mistakes out so I can correct them are greatly appreciated. I'm also open to other people's ideas and suggestions for future chapters, as I honestly have no idea what I'm doing! If you have anything you wish to discuss with me, feel free to PM me.
On that note, I will leave you with this final message. In regards to what will happen in the future for my OC, I will have to borrow from the great British writer Terry Pratchet and his Diskworld series. To borrow one of his famous lines, "There will be a reckoning."
