Complete Summery:

In a alternative universe, Judy Hopps must brave a socially split and dystopian society of Zootopia where the citizens are torn into Predators and Prey. Predators are forced to wear collars that dictate how to feel based on social experiments by the City Council Members.

Teaming up with con artist Nick Wilde, Judy takes on a variety amount of cases as she tries to expose the corruption seeded in the ZPD and City Council.

But hey, let's take it easy.

One case at a time, one case at a time.

Edit 7/9/2016: Why did I Change The Original Story Name and Summery:

For starters, 'Zoodystopia Idea' is the fan-given name to the scrapped darker story version of the movie Zootopia known today.

Obviously, I took inspiration from the scrapped plot and used it as the base for a Zootopia Detective Noir.

It also came to my attention that other well talented creators, mostly on Tumblr, have created stories and comics in the scrapped Zoodystopia Idea, you should check them out because they are very well written and well drawn.

I digress, I did not want to ride on their coat-tails like a leech on a fish, I'm trying to create my own take on the Zoodystopia Idea all the while adding my own flavors to make it enjoyable for me to write and refreshing for you to read and not have to compete with them since Urban Terror!Zootopia is a spin-off of the Zoodystopia Idea and trying to take what isn't mine is pretty damn dumb.

So I decided that instead of banking on the Zoodystopia Idea, I would make the name of the AU (Alternative Universe) Urban Terror. This way, I have my own room to work with and not confuse people who are searching for Zoodystopia.

I have a very w.i.p Tumblr Page dedicated to this AU that explains what I physically can't on so stay tuned for that.

Thanks for reading, and please do read more than this chapter; as I get more comfortable with writing, the quality of the story improves.

-GuiltyConcious

Chapter One: If I Can't Break The System...

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Zoodystopia

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The patterns of clouds started to form when the train finally made it to the station, the ride was boring and uneventful, I couldn't care less about how this city looks. I'm no optimist, I'm a realist. I don't need a fancy introduction to my new home, I just wanted off the train and get into uniform. I wanted to start and make a name for myself.

I'm the first and only bunny to become a police officer, that in it's own regards is exceptionally great on my resume, but I graduated top of my class in the academy. I've already started making history when I got my badge, but I intend to do a hell of a lot more.

In the meantime, I'll be learning the city of Zootopia a little more than what the academic books tell. I took my bag, shoved my ticket to the attending subway stewart, and was the first to jump off the train onto the platform. The only direction was down, unless I intended to stay and meet up with strangers I don't know.

I made it to the stairway before a commotion caught my ears, I turned my head to find a hog security guard arguing with a what seemed to be a canine of some sort. The canine was dressed in slacks and suspenders and a collar... a collar... huh... anyways, he looked like he was getting off work at nine o-clock in the morning... even I found that somewhat suspicious before I heard what the security guard shouted.

"Okay that's it, Savage!" The security guard shouted, I wasn't sure of the local slang around here but I took it as a insult to the canine. "I'll make you a bloody mess!"

The canine seemed to seize when the large rectangle on his collar beeped a crimson red, the security guard took his baton and forcibly pulled the canine onto the platform. I turned around on my heels, ready to intervene before a arm barred me from doing so.

"Eh... I wouldn't that if I were you," The smooth spoken voice came from the arm's owner. I faced the arm's owner and it turned out to be a orange fox with a cream colored underfur. He was wearing a peculiarly-colored suit jacket, gray slacks, and turquoise blue dress shirt with the first two buttons undone. The fox had a collar too, it was shining a warning color of yellow. The fox had a grim, but emotionally detached look on his face. "I'm guessing you're new around here, you got a lot to learn."

Before I could argue with this cowardly fox, the canine previously mentioned gave a heart-wrenching yelp of pain and fear before the loud buzz of electricity courses through his body. The canine didn't move after the seize, but still breathed.

I take that back.

The pig security guard had beat him to death with one swing of his shock baton, the bystanders only watched with suppressed pride and giddiness whilst the rest of the predators on the train remain seated and emotionless. The security guard simply wipes the blood and viscera off of his baton and holsters it, as if nothing has been done.

I turned to the Fox but he had disappeared as fast as the canine gave his last breath. A crowd of businessmen took the Fox's place, brushing and slipping in between me and the only space of the stairwell. It seemed unreal that such a event could take place and no one said anything about it, it made me sick to my stomach that homicide had just taken place and all I see in the witnesses' eyes is joy.

The canine's blood pool around his head.

I took notice that there were no predators disembarking the train after that incident, probably for good safety reasons.

I looked above me to see a sign that read "Herbivores Only".

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I took the idea that I should probably get out of here before I witness another death, I climbed down the stairs with haste and visited a very neatly placed waste bin to stick my head inside and make sick. I couldn't stomach how nonchalant it was, does it happen every other day to this city? Is it only predators that are murdered like this?

I took my head out of the trash bin and went into the nearby bathroom building to clean my head of trash in the sink. At least it was cleaner than the public bathrooms in Bunny Burrow, I have to change my attire now—spaghetti stains my favorite shirt and jeans now.

I duck into a shower stall—I was impressed when I saw it, Bunny Burrow didn't have shower stalls bathrooms... or was it because I'm near a beach—and unzipped my dufflebag. I dug under my uniform and uniform items to find my peacoat, slacks, white dress shirt, a dark magenta tie; it's formal wear.

"Damn..." I muttered under my breath, "I didn't pack any other clothes did I?"

I had no choice, I took my quick shower and put on my formal attire. On my way out, there were pamphlets on the city and it's locally nicknamed "Regions".

I took a quick look in the mirror and did a little pose, I looked good.

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My new penthouse suit that I always dreamed of was but a childish fallacy when the goat showed me a one-bed apartment room that makes a cubicle look like a romantic getaway, I felt jealous of the homeless momentarily because living on the streets would definitely be cleaner than taking a nap in that crow's nest of a bed.

I wasn't surprised, the correctly nicknamed "Urban Jungle" part of this region of Zootopia was always rundown and shoddy after the War., according to my landowner. I'm surprised that my new landowner hasn't cheated me out of my room with some scam or tried to feel me up yet, I heard a lot of stories where landowners in this town are apparent misogynists who use women for gain.

Those are just stories, those who leave Bunny Burrow and come here usually don't come back. I hope they aren't dead, but I don't care either. The pamphlets all tell what I don't need to know, like the best restaurants to eat at, directions to the spa; How about somewhere that has someone who gave a fraction of a fuck about what just happened?!

I shook the hoof of the goat, got my keys, and kicked him out. I needed a nap, even though it's 01000, I don't think I would be able to start my day after what I just witnessed a literal hour ago. I've always been a emotionally weak bag of carrots, but I've been preparing myself for the worst since picking up my first firearm at the academy.

I crawled onto my bed and stared at my ceiling, the cracks and stains and who-know-what giving me sort of a aesthetic of a deep thinker... or a cockroach but I don't like to be rude to my fellow insect species on this planet... if they do exist.

Man...

Death...

You always think you're prepared for it until it actually happens, the event that happened has never crossed my mind. The collars, the shock baton, the segregated platforms that we we're allowed to leave off of.

What the hell happened to this city?

The stories told of Zootopia having a bad rep, yeah, but nothing brought up what I just bloody saw! Nothing could prepare me for that and I wonder if a security guard could do something as brutal and inhumane as that... then... what would the police officers do?

More importantly, why would anyone not speak up about this? The predators on the subway, even the cubs and kits, all acted as if nothing had taken place... it was that Fox who seemed to be fully aware of his surroundings and... kept together... the Fox has to know more than what these pamphlets told me.

I looked at my wrist and groaned, I spent thirty minutes brooding like a teenage bunny with raging self-esteem issues. I rolled out of bed and undressed, I got my uniform on and placed the badge on my chest. I went to my door and opened it to find a pair of animals moving next door... that was fast.

"Hi," I greeted ethusiastically, hoping to make a first impression. "I'm Judy Hopps, your new nieghbor!"

"Yeah?" Rudely responded the Kudu, "Well we're loud."

"Don't expect us to apologize about it either," Followed-up the Gemsbok.

I felt my eye twitch at them, but they were already inside their house before I could reply to either of them. I can keep my cool, my collection, and everything in-between like a good police officer. I am a police officer, and no animal can stop the ball on my first day on the job.

Technically, my first day is tomorrow, but I gotta show initiative if I expect anything from the Police Department. Who knows, maybe I'll get a job as first responder, or perhaps a member of the SWAT Team—

I slammed my fist onto their door, visibly shaking the door on it's hinges. I know my face is contorted with visible frustration, but I had to vent my anger before I let it brew in my chest like a poorly made beer.

The duo opened the door with eyes wide as saucers.

"Don't expect me to apologize for that," I sneered with sass. "Twats."

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I made it to the ZPD after tons of harassment from the street urchins that reside on the cracked sidewalks of the Urban Jungle. Apparently, authority figures are not welcomed in poor residencies. Even though I have no interest in them, they seem to be the kind of delinquents who never know when to stop.

I made my way into the building and immediately feel at home... if home felt like a police station full of arrested Predators and literally no prey in sight. Maybe it's a housing deal, Prey and Predators in one waiting room and the other in another waiting room perhaps? Like the segregated train platforms? Who knows.

Walking up to the reception desk I took a keen eye to the overweight, rather depressed looking cheetah officer stuffing his face with various of sweets. I assume this is the receptionist, I hope not because he looks like he couldn't sort out his life like a child can't sort out what toys they want to get rid of... even if he was being paid for it.

"Excuse me," I cleared my voice, hoping to speak loud enough for the cheetah's attention. I don't know... he just... seems... slumped over. I thought I was looking at a rookie hazing prank before I saw the cheetah look up from his smartphone. The cheetah groaned miserably, as if someone had played a sick joke on him.

"Guys... please just leave me alone..." The cheetah almost moans, his collar beeping audibly. What are these collars and why is it just the predators wearing it, it doesn't... nevermind... let's do what I came here to do.

I hopped up on the counter and tap the Cheetah on his shoulder, gently. He flinched hard, but when he saw that I was showing a bit of compassion: he almost welled up in tears when his collar gave a loud whine and a small seize went through him.

Jeez.

"Hello," said the Cheetah with his face somewhat lifted, he looked like he was trying to hold his smile down. "My name is Clawhauser and I'm the Desk-Boy, the receptionist. You must be the new recruit!"

"I don't see any other bunny in a cop uniform," I playfully retorted, which Clawhauser gave a snort and a small shock from the collar. "Oh god, what's with the collars?"

"We have to wear them," Clawhauser said miserably. "They keep us from going cray-cray."

"Right," I decided to keep my mouth shut until I find that Fox and demand answers out of him, Clawhauser seems to be broken mentally and beyond repair of trying to answer what these shock collars are. "Anyways, Officer Hopps is reporting for duty."

"Isn't your first day... uh..." Clawhauser rapidly types into the keyboard. "Tomorrow?"

"I wanted to start right away, mate," I chirped with eagerness, hoping to see if even clocking in for no overtime would gain me points with the Commanding Officer of the ZPD. "I'm ready to clock in."

"You won't be getting overtime, you realize that right?" Clawhauser inquired, I nodded. Clawhauser rapid types into the computer and finally he gave a thumbs up. "Well, Muster is about to begin. You better hurry up unless you wanna make the chief mad. Head into the last room on the far left."

"No I don't, thanks Clawhauser!" I leaped off of the desk and sped down the corridors, dodging officers and criminals alike, I made it into the last room on the left. Like Clawhauser instructed, the door was closed so I opened it.

Inside was deadly quiet, no one spoke, breathed, or even dare to look towards me. The police officers inside all sat at a desk, while one stood tall in front of a chalkboard with a schedule on it. I felt very uncomfortable, as if I walked right into a cult seance room at the wrong time.

I took a couple tedious steps down the middle of the desks until the tall animal turned around menacingly, my heart racing would be an understatement on how bloody terrorized I was by the size of this guy. I peered over his uniform until I found his rank on his sleeve device, it was the bloody chief of the ZPD and I just interrupted whatever he was saying.

"What in the blazing tomfuckery is this?" The Chief snarled at me, I refused to back down, I kept my head high and my lungs full of air. The Chief spoke with bass, it echoed in the room until it died of the Doppler Effect. "Whose toy is this and why is it in a bloody uniform?!"

"Sir, I am no..."

"Did I say you can speak, cottonball?!" The Chief leaned into my face, but I still refused to back down. "I was told I would be getting the finest recruit the Drill Sargent has ever seen in her years of living, but what the fuck are you?"

"Was that a question, sir?" I asked, balls to the walls with my sense of safety. I worked too hard for this and I'm not going to be demoralized by a walking brick wall with perhaps the sense of one.

"Yes it is, smartass," The Chief sized me up.

"Officer Hopps, quoted to be the best recruit Drill Sarge has ever seen in her years of living," I reply, sensing that I might get a quick right hook from The Chief until he gave a booming laugh. I'm very uncomfortable with this Chief, can I have a receipt and get another?

"I'm impressed," The Chief chuckled, "Out of anyone of these maggots, you showed me you got balls of titanium and I respect that."

"Thank you sir?" I blinked, unsure of what just happened.

"However, you're late to muster," The Chief snarled again. "And that's a problem."

"Won't happen ever again, sir," I responded with a cool tone, trying to keep my heart from rocketing out of my chest and into orbit.

"I think punishment is in order," The Chief leaned back and stood up tall. "Hopps, you're on Traffic Duty."