Osman the Tourist in Zootopia

Based on the movie also known as Turkish Star Trek : 'Ömer the Tourist in Star Trek'

Zootopia belongs to Disney

Chapter 1:Hangover

At last, graduation.

It's been 4 years since he began studying at the Mason-Dixon College for a degree. He has been through a long, tough time adapting to life in Wilmington since he moved from Mogadishu. Indeed, as a Somalian migrant living in the United States, he must adapt to the new life in the land of the free. Although he missed his home, he felt that there is nothing left in his home country, and is best to start anew.

'Congratulation, Osman. You have a bright future ahead of you. Go forth and make a name for yourself in this land of opportunity, as the American Dream awaits those who strive for excellence'

The Dean praises Osman as he shakes his hand with pride. Osman smiled, knowing that even at those tough times, he's enjoying life at every minute.

'One more thing, Osman. Be the change that you wish to become.'

Sound advice, I guess. Life at college is fun on it's learned as many skills as he can. Technical, Artistic or Managerial, he does them all. Mostly from self-enrollment in short courses, as he focuses on robotics and computing as a degree. Peers often call him a master of none, but a jack of all trades he is.

As Osman left the pristine, Ivy League inspired building at the college campus, he wondered what should he do now that he's a graduate, and where should he go to. San Francisco? Too gay. Austin? Too weird. Chicago? Not safe. As then he had an idea. How about New York City, an immigration hub since the 19th century? People from all over the world start their life in a new world from there. Maybe he can start from there.

Osman heads to his flat, where he's been staying as long as he's been studying. He began packing up his backpack with all the things needed for his journey there. As he put every book that he ever read at college in his backpack, he can't help but remembering all the things he have done at college. Growing vegetables, smelting, designing software, heck, even making medicine. There's pretty much no skill he didn't learn and know, except for one thing...

How to have a relationship.

Yes, that's the one skill he never get to learn. While his peers waste themselves in drunken parties and concerts, Osman instead crams himself with books and podcast. Ain't nobody got time for that, as the saying goes. Because of his astonishing lack of social life, Osman never had a relationship with anyone, not even a one-night stand. On the flip side, all of his peers aren't going to graduate for another 3 years, making him the only collegiate who graduated on time, alone.

As he was about to leave his flat, his phone rang suddenly. Osman pick up his phone.

'Yes, Osman here'

'Hey Osman, Brandon here. We're going to have a party in Philadelphia at the evening. You know, for a night out. I know you've graduated, but we still have a few years to spare in our youth. How about you join us? It's probably the last party with all of us'

Osman knew Brandon from the first time he moved to America. He helped Osman secure a flat to live in, while Osman helped Brandon at least remain in college for another year. As it could be the very last time he could meet with him, he figured why not.

'Yeah, that's a good idea. I mean, you live only once, the saying goes'

'Good, mate. See you at 9 pm, at the train station'

Osman hang up his phone, puts on his jacket and heads towards the train station. So what they get drunk? So what they don't sleep? They're just having fun, and they don't care who doesn't. So what he joins them? That's how he's supposed to be, living young, wild and free.

After purchasing a ticket to Philly, he went on board the train, and watched the scenery as he relaxed. When he stepped down from the train as he arrived at Philly, he received an SMS from Brandon. The message showed him the location of the club and the time on arrival. Osman followed the directions leading to the nightclub. When he arrived at the nightclub, Brandon greeted him with joy.

'Osman, you came just in time. The party's about to start. Come inside'

Osman entered the club along with Brandon. As the loud music plays on, the lights flashing all over, and the haze casts upon the scene, Brandon brought Osman to the bar.

'Man, that's so loud. I might believe that I can read minds when the noise drowns out our conversation'

'Just chill, brother. Get yourself some drinks, I'll go find my other friends'

Osman looked at the bartender, and asked for a drink.

'Bartender, what do you recommend?'

'A Slow Comfortable Screw Against the Wall'

'Yeah, I'll take that'

While the bartender prepares the drink, Osman waited as he listens to the music. Celebrate good times, indeed. By the time Osman get his drink, Brandon returns with two women.

'Brandon, I'll like to introduce you two new ladies, Monica and Jessica. Say hello, ladies'

'Hi, Ozzie!'

Osman was surprised when he heard the women called him Ozzie.

'Wait, Ozzie? That's my nickname?'

'Look, welcome to America! Live the dream mate, seek for your happiness. Your new life begins here!'

Osman don't know what to say. Babes, Booze and Beats? Is that what I'm going to do for the rest of my life? Suddenly it became very clear why he learned a lot of life skills, he doesn't even know what he really want to do. Osman quickly took out his water tumbler, and pours the drink into the tumbler.

'Ozzie, what's wrong with you?'

'I did not ask for this, Brandon. I don't know what you want me to be, but I'm not doing it'

'Dude, just calm down. There's nothing wrong with this life. I even bought a ticket to Jersey City, and even a hotel room! We can live it together'

Osman quickly left the bar as he stormed towards the exit. Now he has only one thing in mind, get to New York City as soon as possible.

'This life is definitely not for me'

Osman reaches the train station as he rushed to buy a ticket to New York City. When he walked down to the platform, he saw that there was virtually nobody, the train station is empty. He sat down as he took out his water tumbler.

'Oh well, at least I get to drink something as I wait'

Osman sipped the drink as he waited. Thoughts began to form in his mind as he tried to calm down. What do I really want? How should I live? Why am I still confused after all these years? Who can I really trust? All sorts of weird questions spun around his head, as he watched the empty platform.

After he finished his drink, he put his water tumbler in his bag, and looked at his watch. 11.50 pm. Looks like he's going to sleep it out for the night.

The train finally arrives, and Osman enters the train. Not a single person in the train. Everything doesn't seem right. But Osman, now both tired and somewhat drunk, decided to sleep on the seats. He places the backpack like a pillow, and rested his head on it.

'Good night, and here's to forgetting about everything that happened in the night'

Osman fell asleep as he closes his eyes. The train closes it's door and began to move. The last thing Osman heard before he's asleep is: 'Next stop: Zootopia'