Nick sat behind the stairs of the Zootopia Scout Rangers building. The young fox was recently traumatized by what happened inside. He was reciting the Scout's Oath until the other rangers, who happened to be prey, muzzled him in the dark and kicked him out of the group. Not long after, Nick escaped and removed the muzzle.
As he cried over his shattered dreams, he heard footsteps approaching him, as if the mammal was running.
"W…Who's there?" Nick wiped his tears off as his ears stood up and he twitching his nose. Out of the darkness, he sees a small fox running as if he was running away from something.
"Phew. Must've lost them." The small beige fox sighed and gasped for air.
Instead of passing by, the fox saw Nick and ran behind the green dumpster.
"Hey kid, what're you doing out here? Get your butt inside!" The fox whispered loudly.
"S…Stay away from me, please. I don't have any money on me."
"What?" The Fennec fox's face was puzzled. "I don't need anything from you. Wait a sec… you're a fox too."
The small, beige fox sighed and came out of the hiding spot and squatted in front of Nick.
"Name's Finnick. What's yours?" Finnick offered his hand to the ex-scout.
"Nick." Nick grabbed his hand and jumped up from the cold pavement.
"So kid, why the hell are you out here anyway?"
Nick looked at the muzzle he threw, which landed beside a dumpster.
"Let me guess… no preds allowed?"
Nick looked down on the floor as he continued crying.
Exasperated, Finnick placed his paw on Nick's shoulder. "Welcome to the life of a fox, kid. "Finnick let out a heavy sigh. "It's never sunshine and flowers. Remember this: don't try to become anything else than what you are. I made that same mistake a long time ago. At least you still have a lot of time to fix things."
A black limousine pulls up to the front of the Scout house and screeches as it stops in front of the two foxes. Around the blinding headlights came a polar bear in a tuxedo. The polar bear grabbed Finnick by the throat, knocked him unconscious and threw him in the trunk. Nick just stood there, traumatized.
"Wait!" A soothing voice emerged from the limousine as the bear was about to return the driver seat.
"Little one. Are you alright?"
Nick spotted a little rodent with blonde hair sitting on the dashboard of the limousine. Scared out of his mind, Nick nodded slowly.
"Are you sure?"
Nick started whimpering and cried as the Scout Ranger Building was blasting out music, probably celebrating his scout rejection.
"It's okay, child. Why don't you come with us?"
"Wh-what the...? Damn it!" Finnick suddenly woke up and banged on the car trunk and screamed. "Nick! Run!"
At that very instance, Nick spun around and sprinted down an alleyway on all fours, slithering through the junk and out a big hole on a wooden fencing. Nick ran back towards his apartment, desperate for love and comfort from his mother, Mary Anne Wilde.