CHAPTER 1- END OF WILD TIME
There was about two things wrong with this situation.
One, there was no way the police could have snuck up on the amusement park owner, especially while inside said amusement park. Somebody in his group would have smelled a prey mammal before the prey could even come close to the entrance. Of course, unless the prey had masked their scent with a different scent, say, perfume. Very strong perfume that made his nose twitch and his eyes water. Even the smell of dirt couldn't make the smell go away, the perfume stained inside his poor nose.
Which brought up the second wrong thing to his mind.
He was face first on the ground, cuffs on his wrists, and a cop was looming over him. A bunny cop, nonetheless. He could hear Finnick's deep laugh from here. Quite embarrassing for a fox, who was suppose to eat little rabbits according to history and whatever Bellwether was telling the masses now about the 'bad and evil' predators in the city. Ah, well, the bunny cop won fair and square, so no use whining about it. At least not out loud.
The police were arresting anyone adult in the amusement park, whether or not they had those T.A.M.E collars on or not. For the kids, frightened and down right saddened to see their parents being dragged away, the officers attempted to calm them down. Not before getting the collars back on them, of course. Any predator of any age could attack any prey, so said Bellwether. He rolled his eyes at that. Yes, kits and pups and cubs would love to attack a prey mammal at any moment. Yeah, right.
"Make sure all of the collars are back on their correct owner. I don't want any mishaps like last time," the bunny cop said to her fellow officers. From the ground, he could see the blues nodded and salute the rabbit. She was the boss, then. Proper that she was the one that took him down, then.
He decided to take one last look at his amusement park, knowing that it'll be destroyed and forgotten before he got out. If he got out, he reminded himself. So, with green eyes that were pitiful and cynical after all of his years of being alive in this city, he looked around the amusement park he had so lovingly built.
The amusement park, called Wild Time, was inside of a warehouse, abandoned and disgusting outside. But inside, the walls were clean, the lights bright, the atmosphere happy. Booths dedicated to all predators' needs, were lined up, also clean and had flashing lights. At the front of the park was the reception desk. Some collars hung on the hooks jabbed inside the wall, the key to unlock them on the circular desk. The sign that said goodbye to the customers when they left was crooked, saying, 'Thanks for visiting! Come again and stay wild!', the words a bright green. He knew that behind him was a cart that sold insects and meat, not real meat, of course. He had to convince the seller that they wouldn't be caught just to get that cart in there. He kept his word, though. The insects and meat wouldn't be traced back to the seller in any way. Lucky guy.
His final viewing of Wild Time ended when the bunny cop yanked on his cuffed hands, and he stumbled to his feet. The bunny cop looked up at the captured criminal and said, "Nick Wilde, you have the right to-"
Nick tuned her out, only saying 'Yes' when she asked if he understood. He focused on his former customers instead as the bunny led him outside. The T.A.M.E were lighting up the night as the predator became scared and angry, either at him or at the police. On and on, he heard the harsh buzz as the collars shocked the distressed mammal. He saw some of them passed out, having activated the third shock in a row. Big mistake. Nick's collar didn't go off once during the whole police raid, and it didn't buzz as he watched the other mammals. Like a fox, he was good at controlling his emotions.
A cruiser was waiting for him. It was black, made for mammals that size of bunny cop to drive. On its sides it stated in white, 'ZPD'. The bunny cop opened the door for him, and he got in. There was a grate separating the criminal from the officer and he looked at this as he said, "This isn't how I thought we'd be meeting again, Carrots."
The bunny cop paused in closing the door. He could see her ears droop when he said that. She said nothing to him, which he took as a sign to continue.
"Hope you're proud of yourself. I mean, after that speech you made when we caught Lionheart was pretty convincing, wasn't it? Now no predator can accidently go savage, right?"
"Nick," the officer began.
"Judy," Nick replied, reached out to the door and closed it.
Her day felt almost like her first day on the job, where Chief Bogo assigned to parking duty because she was a bunny. Hopefully and excited in the beginning, which slowly turned into the complete opposite.
She was laying on her, surrounded by stuffed toy rabbits from her childhood years. The apartment she had back when she first stepped into Zootopia was no longer her home. Now, thanks to the mayor, she had her own burrow, a large place just for her, which made it much more lonely. She could hear her footsteps when she walked down her halls, but she couldn't hear the traffic anymore. No more loud arguments by her neighbors. Just herself and the quiet. That quietness made the day feel a little more worse.
Judy wasn't sure if she was actually happy about the raid earlier that day. Sure, she stopped mammals from getting hurt or potentially getting savage by whatever is going on. But, on the other hand, it didn't sit well with her, arresting mammals that only wanted a fun time without those bugly collars on their necks. And of Nick, that hustler fox.
Both surprised that Nick ran the place and that he didn't resist as she ordered everyone to the ground, that feeling in her gut grew more uncomfortable. Maybe the name should have tipped her off. Or the photos from the tram cams that showed a canine figure dressed in dark clothing coming in and out of the warehouse. Somehow she didn't notice. And what he had said to her. He knew how to get to her, even though they hadn't talked in what felt like years. The raid was all bad to her, no matter who much people said good job to her or said she was the best. Nothing felt right about. Nothing at all.
She sighed, getting out of her bed, and walked down the hall to the kitchen. Half of the burrow wasn't in use, wasted. Judy used the front of it, closest to the front 'door', really a hole to above the surface. The kitchen was the first thing next to the front 'door'. It was simple, like the rest of her home. The mayor tried to make the place more fancy and what not, but Judy refused. The minimalist style of the burrow reminded her of her family's farm back in Bunnyburrow.
The fridge was filled with what bunnies liked. Carrots, lettuce, radishes, blueberries. Judy got the blueberries, popping one in her mouth before sitting down at the table. There was one chair, as she lived alone. She glanced down at the blueberries, remembered that Nick seemed to like them. When they first met, he stole some from a fruit stand and ate them. Her stomach twisted as her train of thought led her once again to the raid, and she pushed the blueberries away from her. She might throw them back up.
Nick's trial was suppose to be in a few days. Her fellow officers guessed the trial would be quick, and either Foxy Boy would get life or be put down. She shuddered when they mentioned that option. Zootopia didn't have the put down punishment until recently, a result of the savage cases. A sad thing too, in Judy's opinion. One of the things that had her wishing for the old officers, most of which were predators and were fired when the mayor deemed them as a safety hazard for the job, was that the new one joked about Nick being put down. Another fox for the needle, they'd say. Deserved the forever, they'd say. Just a predator, nothing important, they'd say. They tried getting her to joke along, but she refused to. After awhile, they left her alone. The jokes were stuck in her head, though.
"Sweet cheese and crackers," she mumbled to herself. She picked up the blueberries, put them back in the fridge. As she closed the fridge door, her phone rang from her room. Her ears flicked to that direction, and she walked the short walk to it, and answered.
"Yes, sir?" She said.
"We have another savage, Hopps," Chief Bogo said in the gruff voice he had. "A leopard this time, Sahara Square. You're in charge of the case." He hung up before she could answer.
Judy once again said. On and off, savage mammals kept appearing in Zootopia, breeding more fear into the prey population. Judy could sympathize with them, but she was more worried than no one seemed to be trying to find a solution. Perhaps they were and she didn't know, yet to her it seemed like the mammals were more focused on catching the savage mammal and locking it away. Emmet Otterton was still savage, and that didn't sit with her well, much like the Wild Time raid.
"Alright," she said to herself. Her uniform was hanging in the closet and she quickly jumped into it. "Let's make the world a better place," she shouted as she jumped out of her burrow, heading off to Sahara Square with a firm decision on her mind.
That being that the savage cases needed to solved, once and for all.
Will I do more with this? I don't know, but enjoy this if I don't.