They call me Cream the Cat.

This is the only name you will need to know or address me by because aside from narrating the events I have documented, I will have absolutely no involvement in this story.

I understand that a great many readers of documentaries such as this one are awed at the brave duo of police officers, Nicholas Wilde and Judith Hopps. I also understand that they adore the thought of them being strong and supportive lovers, braving many dangers together in order to save the day, and more importantly, cement their love for one another.

I understand that you love the thought of these two officers stripping their clothes off with their fangs and their claws and doing…otherwise unmentionable things to each other. To those who are in love with these things, and all that follow behind them, I regret to inform you, that this is not the story that I will be documenting. If this is inconvenient for you, and if you wanted to see these officers do things…unmentionable, then leave.

But if you are contempt with this, and you do wish to see what I have to say; If you wish to read a story of mystery, courage, and an extensive use of duct tape, then I will advise you to stay. Stay and read my documentary as I lead you down a road of questions that will only be answered when the story ends.

For that, is how my story is told. Or let me rephrase: That is how their story is told.

…

The hardest part of writing this documentary is pinpointing where exactly it all began. I looked long and hard for finding the right moment to begin, and ultimately decided that it should begin with Judith Laverne Hopps.

Now, many of Zootopia's populace would know Judith as the rookie officer who solved a very important mystery known as 'The night howler case'; a mystery that determined equality among predators and prey, as well as demonstrating to the young bunny that reality is not black and white, cops and robbers, good and evil. Real life is complicated in many different ways.

A great many of her coworkers knew her as a by-the-book, upbeat officer who loved her job and loved her friends. In many cases they were right. Hopps was what they said, but as I myself would learn in time, there was a little more to her than that.

In time, I'd learn to understand her the way her closest friends and family knew her; an enthusiastic and caring individual who always put her own problems aside for the most important moments, whether it was on the job, or in personal matters.

Sometimes these personal matters would involve her partner, Nicolas Piberius Wilde. Many of the city's populace, his friends, his family, and his partner all knew him as a sly, cunning, and sometimes smart-mouthed street hustler who was successful at doing what he did. I myself know that last part from experience. But my issues with him aren't important.

What is important, is Judy Hopps, out alone, on a simple Thursday dusk.

…

Hopps had been serving in Zootopia's precinct one for about a year now. Nothing was quite as exciting as her first case however, usually just a few small-time robberies and theft, which usually escalated into some minor drama, if nothing else. Today wasn't quite that different. The only real difference between today and most other days was the overall humidity. Almost all of savannah central had been damp for her entire shift, and if it wasn't for that car chase, and her partner's wisecracking, she may not have made it through the day so easily.

Now the day was over, her shift had ended, and she had just finished a shower in the female's locker room. Hopps had just finished putting her shirt on, and was now securing her vest. Hopps had been eager to get home and find some nice quiet solitary after the day's events. Something as blood-rushing as a car chase demanded it. She exited the locker room, and found her partner hadn't left yet. He was leaning on the wall, apparently waiting for her.

"Something on your mind, Nick?" she asked with a casual tone. "No, just checking to see if you need me to hold your paw on the way home." He answered.

He wasn't looking at her while he spoke, he was doing something with his phone. But he was smiling, and Hopps knew that he was kidding. Even so, she decided to play along. "Aw, what's wrong? Getting lonely without Finnick and his toot-toot costume?"

Wilde chuckled, and pocketed his phone. "Heh…I care for the guy, but we're not like that with each other." Hopps started to walk away, so Wilde walked with her. "You didn't answer my question though."

Hopps drew out a long breath she didn't know she was saving, and loosened up a little. "No…no I think I should be fine by myself."

The two passed the front desk, where the obese attendant, Benjamin Clawhauser, was bopping his head to something on his own phone. "Later, spots." Nick called out. The happy cheetah merely waved goodbye while merely glancing at them. The two exited the precinct, and Nick cracked his back. "Say carrots, what time is it?" the fox asked. Judy checked her watch, and looked back to her partner. "7:20. Got somewhere you need to be, slick?"

"You know I do, Carrots. It's date night, and Kris is probably getting impatient."

Kris, the sarcastic otter who helped them with that one wedding ring case. Judy still remembered Nick's surprise when she flirted with him, and if it wasn't for her persuasion, he may have never asked her out. "You did know, right?"

Judy smirked. "Of course I did. I was just making sure that you remembered so you wouldn't be late."

"Right…" Nick rubbed the back of his paw with embarrassment. That was not a fun night. "Well, I'd better be off. Second chances don't happen often, and I still need to change. Any last minute unneeded advice you wanna give, now's the time." The fox said as he took off down the street.

"Wear a plain shirt this time!" Judy called out. Again, not a fun night.

Nick merely waved to her without turning around, and Hopps went her own way.

Hopps herself was still quite single in her job. She knew she wasn't getting any younger, but no one in particular caught her eye. A few bucks here and there hit on her every now and again, but usually they were either younger than her, or in the back seat of the cop car. Either way, she wasn't biting.

The late afternoon was fading to dusk, and the bugs were out in full force. She wasn't really sure about predators using bugs for meat, but she had to admit that it was better than what they did in the past. Besides that, she didn't really like them alive. They always ended up biting her instead of Nick, a fact that her partner blamed on her being 'too sweet'.

Hopps didn't usually mind his jokes, but there were times where it had gotten tiresome. Hopps was still without a car of her own since she was saving for a nicer place. The 'Grand Pangolin Arms' had quickly lost its touch after the first week, and her still so very crazy neighbors weren't making it any easier. Thankfully, her salary was promising, and her options were growing. For now though, she just had to suck it up a little while longer.

A little farther up was the bus stop she used to get to her apartment after work. She could see that a few others were waiting for it as well. She couldn't make out who they were since the larger one was wearing a hoodie, as well as in front of whoever else was there, but Hopps could tell it was some kind of feline due to the fur color. Maybe a leopard or something, she wasn't concerned. In honesty, she was more concerned with the smoke that was coming from the half-finished cigarette she was smoking. Hopps wasn't one to smoke, never bothered finding out why mammals did it. But this feline was casually puffing it in, and exhaling it through her nose. She was literally breathing it in and out, and now that Hopps was next to her, she was getting half of that puffing in her face. She wanted to do something about that; tell her to stop, ask her to move, something. But none of those things would do…they were all too impolite, and Hopps, being the good soul she was, couldn't bring herself to do that. She'd just have to take it until the bus came.

She certainly didn't want to take it though, the smoke really did reek. She decided to distract herself by looking at the other mammal, and to her minor surprise, it was a rabbit buck. She decided to look at his features. Relatively handsome, she'd suppose. Icy blue eyes, an off-white fur color, nice suit. But his expression forbade her from saying anything to him. His face had this sour, empty, and overall uncaring look, his blue business suit and droopy ears made way for a rather depressing atmosphere. Well-groomed as he may have been, it seemed to be more out of routine than presentation. Okay…now Hopps was starting to miss the smoke.

*shink*

Hopps' ears picked up the sound of metal being exposed. Shortly after, the feline moved one of her arms, and without looking at either of the bunnies, lifted up a single finger. A single assailant. And one with a knife. Hopps understood that.

*clink,clink,clank,clink*

A chain, that's what that sounded like. The feline now held up two fingers. Two assailants, both armed.

*plin*

*plan*

*ban*

Wood. Most likely in the form of hardened instruments and clubs. Now the feline was holding up all five of her fingers. Five assailants, all armed, size, species, and age all unknown. All coming from behind. Hopps glanced to the feline, who was looking at the sunset through some kind of sunglasses. She couldn't make out what they were though. The sunlight was reflecting right off of them, and the bunny couldn't make out the shape. The off-white rabbit on the other hand, didn't move a muscle.

Not like either of them moving or not mattered however, because now the bunny could hear the sound of someone walking towards them. The time on Judy's watch read 7:25. The bus wasn't scheduled to arrive until 7:40. Not good. Both mammals next to her were completely casual however. The feline just took the finished cigarette butt from her mouth, blew out the last of the smoke, and threw the butt on the sidewalk. to her right, the off-white rabbit reached into his suit pocket, and took out a pair of black gloves. Then he began to put them on.

Judy looked down to her police belt, reminding herself that she was still in uniform. She had grown out the arsenal in her belt since her first case. Her fox repellent still stood in its holster, unused, but now she also had new weapons. Including a tranquilizer, a nightstick, and even a real firearm. The last one however, was a weapon she preferred not to use, and never had since getting it, and she carried the hope that she wouldn't ever have to.

"Well, well, well…" a smooth yet sinister voice said from behind them. "Ladies…and off-white bunny buck…"

Hopps turned around, and got a good look at the five assailants. The one who had spoken was a fox, not unlike her partner. But this fox was wearing a red crewneck shirt, and some jeans. His build was actually well toned and his orange eyes gave way to malice. In his paw, he held a switchblade. To his left was a grey lynx wearing a white t-shirt and some slacks. He was the one holding the chain. To his right were three others. A large brown bear in a tank top and shorts, and two skinny wildebeests dress up like punk-rockers. They all had wooden planks.

"I assume this is the part where you tell us to give you our money?" the off-white rabbit said in an uninterested tone. "Well, I would…but I have a feeling that none of you are gonna do that. Especially since one of you is in a police uniform."

Judy was now confused. She got up out of her spot, and faced the assailants. "If you know I'm ZPD, then you know you're making a mistake. Drop your weapons, and stand down now." She ordered.

But all the fox did was chuckle as he tossed his weapon in between his paws. "Honey…you're just a bunny. I've got a bear on my team. And by the time the real cops come to help you, this fight's gonna be over."

The fox looked to his allies, and started pointing at Hopps and the others. "You two take the big girl, Neil, you and I'll take the bunny doe. Marc, take the rabbit buck."

Judy looked up to the bear, Neil. He was certainly a big one. More than that, he was enormous. An enormous criminal. Luckily, her previous training helped her learn how to deal with such situations as that. She just needed an opening.

Behind her, the rabbit got up from his seat, while the feline hadn't moved from her spot. The wildebeests were now in between her, trying to look tough with their wood. The lynx, Marc, was swinging his chain above his head while looking at the rabbit.

As for Hopps, the bear was now swinging. A hard swing to the left, and Hopps sidestepped to the right. A harder swing to the right, and Hopps went to the left. The bear lifted his foot, and tried to step on Hopps. She jumped back. Her large ears told her that the fox was right behind her, and the bear now had his club in front of his face, preparing to swing it over his head to squash the bunny. Bingo.

Instead of preparing to dodge again, the officer turned around, and ran towards the unprepared fox, and jumped on his head. Then, she used a more powerful jump to connect her feet with the bear's club, making him hit himself in the snout. The bear dropped the now broken club, and held his nose in pain. He was now stepping backwards to regain his composure. Another opening. Hopps sprinted behind the large criminal, sliding between his legs, and then started running towards his right foot. She jumped down, landed in a slide, and tripped the bear down onto his back, hitting his head on the pavement.

But he wasn't out yet. He was still conscious, and now he was seeing stars. The bunny would not give him time to get up however, so she quickly took out her nightstick, got on top of the bear's head, and quickly used the tip of her stick to strike the bear at the left side of his forehead. All the bear managed to do was say a simple 'duhh' before passing out. Cold.

The fox, lynx, and wildebeests all witnessed the scene with total shock. One of the wildebeests pointed at Neil with wide eyes. "Please tell me that the little doe did not just take out our big guy in ten seconds flat."

The fox tried to compose himself with what happened, before quickly holding up his knife. "We-we still outnumber them! Stick to the plan, guys!"

"Uh-um…r-right!" Marc said, shaking his head to snap out of it. The lynx started to whip his chain at the rabbit, but all he had to do was bend his body in unison with the chain, dodging it every time. While he did this, he began to slowly approach him. Meanwhile, the wildebeests were looking at the feline, who was still watching the setting sun, ignoring everything else. one of them took a swing at her, but all she did was move her head. The other one took a swing, but she simply caught the object, and pulled, forcing the smaller mammal to hit the bench in the forehead, and let go of his club. Then the feline used the club's tip to strike the other wildebeest in the stomach, and then in the head, several times. He fell to the ground after the fourth hit. Then the felind dropped the club. The first wildebeest tried to regain his senses, but by the time he stopped seeing double, the feline punched him in the face. Hard. The smaller mammal fell to the street unconscious.

The rabbit was now really close to the lynx, who was now swinging with more desperation. Just then, the rabbit caught the chain, pulled it out of Marc's paw, and used it to wrap around Marc's forearm. Then the rabbit jerked, and the lynx was pulled, face first, into the streetlamp. Then the rabbit jerked again, pulling the lynx towards him, and did a jump-kick, hitting the lynx in the face, and causing the back of his head to make contact with the streetlamp, knocking him out.

Hopps on the other paw, was completely composed. The fox however, was not. Every missed swing, he got more and more angered. He tried again and again to hit the bunny, and failed every time. Until finally, the bunny stepped forward, and blocked his next attack with her arm padding. Then the trained officer hit the fox in the face with the same paw, and then her other paw, and then again, and again, and again, and then did her own jump-kick to his face making him drop his knife.

Hopps looked at her watch. 7:37. The fight hadn't lasted that long then. She looked to the fox, who was rubbing his head, and decided that finishing the fight quickly would be best. Thankfully, she knew how to do that. "Guess you were right, this fight did end quickly. Guess I won't be needing backup after all."

That did it. The fox screamed in absolute anger, and charged at the bunny, only for Hopps to pull out her fox repellent, and spray him in the face extensively. Within seconds, the fox's scream of anger was turned to a scream of pain. The repellent had gotten into his eyes, nose, mouth, and lungs. He stepped back, and fell onto his back, holding his face as it started turning the wrong shade of red. "Oh, and by the way?" Hopps continued.

The fox looked at the bunny through teary eyes, as she took out her nightstick again. "I am a real cop!"

She hit the fox in the head the same way she hit the bear. Causing him to do a similar 'uhh' before passing out. The fight was now over, and that last feat wasn't even a minute. Hopps looked to her temporary allies, and saw that neither was scratched, or even fazed at the fight. The rabbit was dusting off his gloves in annoyance, and the feline hadn't even left her spot on the bench. Both of them had been in fights before. No doubt about that. It lead to suspicion. "You know, I have a feeling that you two have had some experience in this kind of thing." She said as she took out her radio.

"Clawhauser, you there?" She started to contact the station, and the rabbit turned to look at her. "Well, I can't speak for the hoodlum on the bench, but I myself have had some years in service, similar to yourself." His voice was cold and calculating, and his tone was bitter and uncaring. The feline didn't speak. "So, you were a cop, too?" Judy was surprised. She thought that she was the city's first rabbit officer. "I never said I served in the police. And I'm not of Zootopia. I'm visiting this city under a business trip."

The bunny had a feeling that that was as much as she was gonna get from the off-white rabbit. She had hung up her comm since Clawhauser promised reinforcements to take care of the criminals. However, she would have to wait for the next bus to arrive since she'd have to make sure that none of these muggers would try running off. Or worse…

Speaking of which, the bus was now arriving. It was clearly audible with mammals, and both the feline, and the rabbit got in. They both paid in coins, and the bus door closed. The bunny, frustrated that she had to wait even longer now, took a deep breath. "Geez…I hope Nick is having a better time than I am."

…

"I can't believe that you have to work with someone like that." The otter chuckled. Nick was dressed in a black button-up, and had it tucked in. he was wearing his normal slacks and tie however. As for his date, Kris was in her normal pink dress, and had a matching purse next to her seat. The restaurant they were at wasn't completely glamourous or anything, but it was still nice enough to not have any grease or loose food on the tables, seats, or floor. "Aw, come on. She might be bossy a lot of the time, but she still means well." The fox replied.

"Hm. Keep that up, and I'll think you like her more than me." The otter threatened in a playful tone. "I might end up confronting her about it."

"Huh. Two lovely ladies fighting over me? How will I cope?" the fox countered. "Oh, please. Like we'll go that far for you." Kris said.

The two then laughed together, and the waiter brought their dessert, a slice of white cake each. "Would you like the bill now, sir?" he said. "Yeah, thanks." The fox cop replied.

The waiter nodded and handed it to them while they started eating their cake together. Kris took a sip of her drink, and cleared her throat. "So…Nick? If officers are given anonymous tips, then they can begin investigations into certain areas and buildings, right?" Kris asked. "That's right. Why, is there a problem?" Nick asked as he took another bite.

"Not with me. But there's this orphanage in savannah central? I went there with my sister when she went to adopt, and this manager there: total idiot!"

Nick leaned forward. "How so?"

"She's an idiot! Those children aren't being properly managed. There was this puppy that put duct tape all over the hallway, and she couldn't even catch him herself! She had to get help from another one of the kids to get him to stop!"

Nick began laughing. Duct tape on the hallway floor? That sounded like a fun time. "Maybe I should go there and meet this kid. He sounds like fun."

Kris chuckled again. "I wouldn't. Unless you're okay with climbing trees and swinging on vines made of tape just to get him in bed."

Then she took another drink. Her cake was done, now her drink was finished too. "Ahem. Anyways, yeah. The manager has no idea what she's doing. I personally think it's the rest of the staff that manages that stuff for her. It may be something for you and the others at the station to look into."

Nick put his card on the bill, and secured it with the paper clip. "Well…if I get any time, I'll definitely check it out." He said with reassurance.

"Thanks, Nick. And thanks for listening to me run my mouth." She said.

"Hey…honey…I have experience with such." He said with his trademark grin.

"Ah, love the sound of your own voice, do you?" and then the two were laughing again.

…

Kris was somewhat bitter on the subject, but she certainly wasn't wrong. The orphanage had a poor manager, but the rest of the staff did well to keep it properly maintained. As for the children she spoke of, well…they are, in a sense, what this documentary is really all about. That is why for the next few chapters, I will be telling this documentary through their eyes. But don't fret. Hopps and Wilde do not check out from here. It is still their job to solve the mystery that lies before them. The audience just needs to know more about these two children before we can go any further…