Day 1, Part 1: Alarm

*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*

"No…"

*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEE-*

"Uuugh, come on, let me sleep!" I groaned, slapping my paw on the "Snooze" button. The room went quiet, save for the soft tapping of rain on the roof of my house. Every inch of me wanted nothing more than to fall asleep.

But if I do that, Bogo will have my tail...

So, with that, I reluctantly sat up in my bed, rubbing my eyes and promptly switching the alarm off to keep it from sounding again before glancing at the time.

6:02… I have to be at the station in an hour and a half…

I took a look around the room, granting myself a moment to really wake up and gather myself. It was somewhat messy. Case files were spread across my desk, an empty bag of carrots drifted around the room, and my uniform…

Once again, I let out a groan. My uniform was in a crumpled heap in the middle of the floor. Luckily, I had another one in the laundry room.

I slid from under the blankets onto the floor, my toes meeting the cool carpet, and I sighed. Making my way across the room, I opened the door and stepped into the hallway.

While any normal person would be forced to cover themselves, I didn't have to. At least, not any more. I was lucky enough to have a house, where I could do what I wanted, and so without a second thought, I made my way to the bathroom, stepping in and flicking on the light.

Looking in the mirror, I frowned. My soft, gray fur was matted in several places from sleep, and it had begun to lose it's soft shine.

"Alright. No big deal, we'll just take a shower and everything will be just fine."

Now, I know it seemed absolutely nuts for me to speaking to myself like this, but to be completely honest, but the job's started to take a little bit of a toll on me. I loved it, don't get me wrong, but sometimes I had to talk to myself to try and get myself out of bed. This was one of those mornings.

The warm water began to spray me down, which successfully completed the process of waking me up. I adjusted the knobs a bit, as I liked it just a bit warmer than it currently was. After achieving the perfect warmth, I began to lather soap through my coat, all while forming a checklist in my head. It was like clockword.

The cloth ran across my arms and shoulders, and I made my first bullet. I had to do the paperwork on my main case. The zebras across the street were having issues with a thief. Someone was stealing their newspapers every morning.

Now for my chest and sides. The silky smooth soap ran through the fur, and I made my second bullet. I had patrol duty for the majority of the day. Mainly minor traffic violations, but perhaps there'd be a bit of action. Maybe someone would try and escape.

I can only hope…

My cloth moved to my hips, and my third thought popped into place. I had lunch with Nick today. A small blush creeped across the bridge of my nose, and my cloth moved to my thighs and down my legs as I finished the job.

Shaking my head, I quickly dismissed the thought of the fox.

With his piercing, green eyes, always half-lidded in that cocky sort of way. His smart-alecky attitude and his charismatic charm…

Once again, I shook my head and turned the knobs to cut off the water.

"He is not the primary goal for the morning.

I stepped out of the shower, practically fuming. The fox was mesmerizing, but I wasn't about to let him dominate my mind like he did every other morning… and every single day… and nearly every moment that I wasn't sleeping. Even then, the dreams were constantly filled with that smug mug of his.

With my thoughts withdrawing, I forced my head to focus on the current task. I dried off and walked into the hall, glancing at the clock. It was 6:30.

"Alright, thirty minutes to get dressed and eat something… Is that…?"

I stopped in the middle of the hall, all of a sudden noticing the smell of carrots that permeated the air, making my mouth water and my head buzz at the same time, and I sorely admit that I stood there for quite some time before everything clicked in place.

Someone was in the house.

Training kicked in, and my eyes drifted to the drawer in the hall. I yanked it open, grabbing my taser, ignoring all thoughts of fear and confusion as I slowly made my way down the hall towards the kitchen, keeping the barrel in front of me, prepared to pull the trigger at any moment.

As I got closer, I heard the sizzling of carrots on a heated pan, and smelled the overwhelming sweet smell. I began to melt into the comforting feeling, but ignored it. As I neared the corner, I took a deep breath.

One… Two… Three!

I rounded the corner, yelling "Freeze!" And pointing my taser at the nearest moving thing.

Which just so happened to be officer Nick Wilde.

In my kitchen.

Making carrot-cakes for breakfast.

"Nick… wha…" I froze up for a moment, jaw dropping along with the taser. He turned his head to look up at me, eyes opened in surprise.

"Oh. Good morning, Hopps. I hope Carrot-cakes are alright for breakfast."

And it was with sudden realization that, as this red fox looked dead at me, I remembered that I was not wearing any clothes. I could feel my face grow hot as I jumped behind the corner, pressing myself against the wall, my chest heaving.

"Nick, what are you doing in my house at six o'clock in the morning!? And why were you staring at me!? I'm naked!" I yelled, growing more angry than shocked.

"Judy, chill out. Who cares if you're naked? Remember Yax? Clothes were invented to make us animals seem more civilized. Calm down, it's not like we have any explicit features that would make this seem inappropriate or naughty anyway. Yeesh…"

I thought for a moment, "Y-Yeah, I guess you're right… but it still seems wrong…" I slowly emerged from the corner, happy that the fox had his back turned to me.

"But wait, this still isn't right! You broke into my house to make me pancakes!?"

"Judy, you gave me a key the other day. Remember when we had dinner together?" He said, glancing over at me, "Oh, by the way, your uniform is on the couch."

I quickly walked over to the couch, sliding my pants on and tucking my shirt into the hem.

"Fine…" I said, looping the belt around me, "You didn't have to do this. Or you could have called, y'know!"

"I didn't wanna ruin the surprise! Besides, how was I supposed to know you'd be indecent?"

I sat at the table, and the fox placed a plate of carrot-cakes in front of me, along with a glass of orange juice. I didn't respond to him, but instead picked up the syrup and drizzled it over the cakes before grabbing a fork and knife to eat.

"This is gonna be a long day…"

AN: Alright, so, this is a little project that I started quite some time ago when I was absolutely obsessed with Zootopia. I'm still relatively obsessed with it, but I ended up taking a very long hiatus to get some things straightened out.

Anyway, when I first started this story, people seemed to really enjoy it. So, I've decided to continue writing it. Now, you may notice that the writing is a little... skeletal. Well, I've kinda purposely designed it to be this way as to not overdo it. Now, for those of you who didn't read the original, I might as well explain how it works.

"Zootopia: After The Big Screen" is a "never-ending" story. Basically, the story goes in depth on the lives of Nick and Judy post-movie. The fic follows no real story. There may be arcs. I haven't thought that far ahead.

It follows a "Morning, Afternoon, Evening, Night" format, meaning that four chapters covers one day, and then the next day starts on the fifth chapter. You'll see what I mean as I continue posting.

Anyway! Thanks for reading!