Zootopia Correctional Facility (two years earlier):
The small raccoon paced around the poorly lit prison cell. After ten years of waiting for his "life" to begin again, the end was finally near. As the caged animal contemplated his release, it resolved to make the most of the remaining time in prison.
In his hands were two small rocks, one he used as a tool to whittle the other. He continued to whittle and carve the second, shaping the marble with the precision of a laser.
It's all a lie. He repeated in his head. Another vicious flashback came to mind:
It was a grey, poorly lit room with one table sitting stranded in the center of an ocean made of concrete floor tiles. The tiles were put in an exact array, each equally spaced from the adjacents.
"Okay Victor, today we will take it slow. Choose any object," explained the lion.
"Why?"
"Victor, we do this everyday. If you are truly unable to make a selection, we can stop."
"Let me ask you again, WHY?" Replied the racoon, anger building up behind his throat.
No response.
The raccoon screamed. Vibrating the room with each piercing sound wave and cutting deep into the heart of city, the scream oscillated pitch on the verge of insanity all with an underlying tone of helplessness, completely under the authority's control.
The Lion maintained no reaction, holding the same calm, excruciatingly provoking face. As the scream died, silence engulfed the room like a snake devouring its prey, squeezing the sanity out of anyone in it's embrace.
"We're done" the Lion replied.
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(Present Day)
It was three years after the famous case of Judy Hopps and Nick Wilde and yet life continued. The media documented every possible angle of the action, exaggerating the famous case through newspapers, TV shows, and documentaries. The sudden influx of attention on the still mentally unaccustomed partners proved extremely hard to cope with. Their life became a living TV show. Privacy didn't exist, and stress characterized every single day. Although Judy and Nick remained partners at the ZPD and were accustomed to life as cops, things were changing in their opinion for the worse. This Saturday morning, the two of them were following their usual weekend routine when Judy spotted her partner across the street, trying not to attract any attention.
"Nick, wait up!" Judy yelled. Nick responded with his famous sly smile and attempted a natural head movement as he slowly moved his eyes towards his police partner.
"I didn't expect to see you here Carrots!" Nick exclaimed, happy to see his partner on a day off of work. "What are you doing here?" he continued, making sure to hide his true happy emotions.
"I was just running some errands when I saw you!" Judy's voice cracked in reaction to the uncertainty of Nick's tone. She had never hung out with Nick after duty, and this was certainly a first. What did Nick really think? His facial expression indicated neither if he was surprised or mentally cringing. Just play it cool Judy thought. Her heart waited an eternity for the reaction of her sly partner, which still hadn't confirmed how he felt.
"Well then, how about we get a head start on next week's case? Imagine how good it will feel later!" Nick's heart sunk when he realized what he had just said. No one wanted to do extra work on a weekend, and he had just became the most boring partner ever.
"Oh… Okay," Judy managed to squeeze out of her mouth. Her reaction was delayed about 1 and a half seconds, unable to contemplate what Nick meant. All her hopes of doing something fun with him left, as her mind assumed that Nick only viewed her as a police partner and nothing more. Why am I making such huge assumptions on one conversation? Judy thought. Millions of synapses fired in the small bunny's highly intelligent brain estimating the remaining probability that Nick still had feelings for her. After about 3 seconds of awkward silence, Judy's eyes filled with unnecessary water in reaction to her finalized probability.
"What's wrong?" Nick squeaked, as he watched Judy's perfectly spherical, violet eyes fill with a substance he had only once seen before in his partner.
"Nothing… Let's get started," Judy lied, holding in her extreme reaction to such a small amount of conversation.
As the two partners walked to interview their first suspect, Judy felt a sharp pain in her foot after stepping on an unpredicted object.
"Ow…" Judy exclaimed. She looked down and noticed an oddly shaped rock exactly below her foot. It hadn't budged.
"Judy are you okay?" Nick felt a shiver go down his spine as he continued to hide the still lingering awkwardness.
"Yea, let's go," Judy replied. This fox is going to be the death of me, she thought.
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System Log:
**1:00 a.m. world time, 3:00 p.m. artificial time**
SEVERE: an exception was thrown
. : Cannot resolve collided object
Object 1:
Id: 30234579804
: Judy Hopps
Object 2:
Id: 54732904532
.ID: rock_0000000000019
Resolved: resetting locations
Producing reaction: Pain
Intensity: 20%
Duration: 500 milliseconds
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