AN:/ Guess what? A new story. That I can probably get into enough to maybe finish. :D
And since this isn't the first time for me, when it comes to writing, I think it'll be okay. And it's about one of 2016's movies. ZOOTOPIA!
And yeah, I know, there are a LOT of ones out there. And this is just another one in the growing pile. BUT! I want to write this. So. Yeah.
Boom.
Disclaimer:
Anyway, I do not own any of the characters besides my own(self, as I guess my OC is portrayed as me) OC's. That means Zootopia, and all it's loveliness, is owned by its owner. :3
Have fun reading whatever I created! XD
It was a day. Another, plain, boring, heated day. Where the sun rose, and greeted everyone, including myself. But I was locked away, inside my room, where the AC was on, and the TV was set. You see, I'm not exactly the most energetic of people when it comes to Summer Break. Or, any type of break from life that is. If there's one thing I have figured out by now, is that,
"SUZANNE! ARE YOU GOING TO EAT SOMETHING OR WHAT? We're about to leave, hurry up and grab something!"
Life doesn't always take a break from me. Especially today.
"Coming Mom! Jeez, hold on. I'm almost ready. Calm down."
Today is the day, where we head out, enjoy nature, and eat meat on a stick. Yes, camping.
Mom and Dad have been planning this for weeks. Well, to be more specific, since I started keeping to myself a few days after school let out. I couldn't help but feel grouchy about it, considering I don't like to leave my safe haven. Yes, I am a hermit. A proud one at that.
I eventually gave my pouty face away when all of my subtle suggestions went out the window. I tried EVERYTHING. And, most of the time, it only gave them more the reason to get me to go. Guess I was that desperate. Listen, I know it's unhealthy to hardly see the light of day unless someone forces me out the door with large amounts of bribery, but hey. In the end, that's actually what they had to do. It works, eh?
"Suz'!" A yell from my Dad echo's from the doorway, and I stumble around my bedroom. I reach over and grab my stuffed blue and green backpack. Running out of my small, box-like room with the purple walls painted since I was 7. Grumbling at my luck with my fake leather combat boots, I tried to tie them again, while snatching random things I'd need for the time at the campgrounds.
Smiling to myself, I called out to my parents who were already in the truck. Standing, and hurriedly weave around my messy floor. Setting my blue headphones atop my head, I nod to the music, and race into the kitchen, grab two granola bars, and march out the door,
"Suzanne, the door! Hurry up!"
Only to spazz out of my jeans and turn back to lock and shut the it behind me. Soon launching into the backseat, I make myself comfortable with the two coolers, and extra bags of necessities. Grabbing the blue backpack, I snuggle down again, and begin digging around to find the certain things I wanted.
"Honey, do you really need to get on your electronics now?" My Mom asks, well, more like states. Dad turns his eyes for a brief moment to stare at me from the rear view mirror. We give each other looks. Mine screams, "Yes." His orders "NO". I shrug off my headphones, the music still blaring to my now sensitive ears.
"She doesn't need them right this moment, put it away." He grumbles, looking side to side before he pulls out of our lake-gravel road. I roll my eyes, and turn on my DVD player anyway, wincing at his loud tone.
"Dad. There is no internet. What could I possibly do, that you would be upset about?" I counter, being vague. Mostly because I'm listing points and valid argument's before he starts up. Instead of arguing, like I originally would've hoped, he stayed quiet.
Mom, on the other hand.
"Suzanne, you need to quit back sassing your father, and start listening to him! Now put it away." I groan, and slowly pretend to turn it off, and put it away inside the folder below Mom's seat. Now, I get out one of my books. "Adventure Time: With Fiona and Cake". It didn't take long for me to re-read it through, 4 times, become bored, and fall asleep.
I felt a soft shake, and I turned my head away from the sudden rush of heavy air, and light. "Suzanne." My mouth twitches. Maybe if I play asleep, they'll leave me here until I wake up.
"Suz'!" I think Dad whispers, and I could just see his unintentionally angry face. I try to hold back a smile. I always do that.
"C'mon, wake up, we're here." I wanted to cry. So I whine when I hear him walk around the truck and open the door on the other side, and start to slide out some of the bags. It was actually happening.
Eventually, I crawled out. Glaring slightly, I wobble my way around, the noticeable dip of the road making it almost impossible not to fall over if your not careful enough. Looking to my right, I see trees, and a few lights. Turning back, I see the Camper, all set up, as well as the lake glowing through the thin trees behind me.
Kicking the long plank of wood separating the grass from the gray pebbles, I move out of the way as Dad comes over to finish taking out the two coolers I used as pillows. I crick my neck, and rub the sore spot beginning to form.
Now looking around mindlessly, I walk to the edge of our rented area, and nudge the black pavement. Turning my gaze right, I raise my eyebrows at the severely swerving and curling road that branches off to many other campers. That's where the lights came from. Turning to my left, I see the same thing. But this time, seemingly more tree in between camp sections.
I soon see Dad coming back, only to open the back of the truck, and walk up to the front driver door, and lock it, the faint beep of it signaling it locked rang in my head, as he soon shut the door, and went on his way to get everything ready.
I flinch when I hear Mom call my name, and run back down, careful not to jam my foot into some crevice and fall flat on my face.
"Yeah? You called." I do a little curtsy, still tripping on the fact that I was actually surrounded by wildlife. I tried not to point out the sweat building across her forehead, along her arms and legs, or the way she gripped her cane. My heart sank, in guilt, and shook my head of whatever laziness I previously had.
You see, my Mom can hardly stand weather like this. She used to be able to, just, not now. So it's up to me and Dad to do things for her as best we can, even though most of the time, she end's up doing it herself after it's not what she wants exactly. We understand. She hates the feeling of having a limit.
Even though now, I realize it wasn't sweat, rather, Bug spray. Did I forget to mention insects? My mouth twitches, and I scratch my neck.
"Go and put this on, alright? Don't spray over the grill, Dad's going to clean it first and start cooking soon." I nod to her, and grab the can, edging over to the plank of wood to my left, and debated on sitting down. Opting not to, I press my finger to the cans button, and wait, leaving my arm dangling in front of me, as I try to get the front half of my body as far away from my appendage as possible. I quickly found it to be as difficult, as it had been all the times before.
I squint, and bring it close to my face, trying to find the correct place to put my finger, and end up using both my thumbs, and spraying out into the air, completely missing the calf of my right leg. "Okay! Okay! I see! This is so complex, totally, and I can't believe someone of my status has the gall to actually participate in the use of such an outrageous act, using 'bug spray'. When it's clear that my perfect complexion will ward off the most dirtiest of invertebrate." I ranted to myself.
Then, stop, wondering how in the world I just said all that aloud without stuttering. I groan, and simply set the can aside, rather to just deal with whatever creatures come my way. Moths are the biggest issue, after all.
Dad walks by, and sets down three chairs, and asks me to open them up. Standing, I brush off about three different kinds of bugs, and trod over to the rear of our campsite.
Gently propping one open, I reach for another, only to hear a quick 'SNAP!'. Glaring over to the smaller blue seat, I gape, eyebrow arching, before shaking my head, and dropping the chair I held currently.
It was going to be a long 2 weeks.
Soft snoring, some few crickets chirping, toads croaking, and insects smacking into the light bulbs outside.
Is what I woke up to, as a chill racked over my entire body. It left me restless. Which isn't something I'm used to. I glance around me, and through the darkened interior of our camper, I faintly make out the figures of my Mom and Dad in front of me, on the other side of the camper. I squint, and turn around, to stare at the lake below me. I was on the left side of the camper, that set over the boxed campsite, and Mom and Dad were on the right side, hovering over the gravel ground.
They see the trees, and the road.
I see the trees, and a huge tilt downwards that makes my head reel as soon as I look out.
Of course, I didn't mind before they actually finished setting it up. Now, I'm only once more figuring out the reason why I hate falling. It's what at the bottom that counts.
For the medical bill.
The shiver that ran up my spine, as I got up from my mini-fort of 4 blankets and 6 pillows, wasn't from the cold. It was the same feeling I got a few minutes ago. The one that made my eyes water.
Inching my way out of the temporary home, I softly open the door, and another sweep, left my ears, and my entire back tingling in a way that made my heart skip a beat. A panic flooded my mind, and I shifted my weight down onto the ground, the need to feel something came as my bare feet met the rough rocks beneath the small stairs leading to the door.
I hop down, now the feeling has reached my toes, as they dig involuntarily into the ground. I squeeze my eyes shut, as my hands force the door to do the same, at a slow, careful pace. The click of the door is what woke me up, giving me enough time to register, that I was outside. And question, why?
I was now walking up, away from the camper, and to the truck near the paved road. The strange sensation echoing into my fingertips, making me grip onto thin air, awaiting the feeling of nothing. Instead, I found something. A handle, the trucks passenger seat handle.
I pulled on it, and it creaked open, and I shoved the gravity away, pushing the heavy door up until it was secure, and peered inside. It was dull, and looking around more, for something I didn't know to find.
It was odd. To want to find something, I forgot, or didn't know was there.
There was a light, blue glow. Emitting from below the passengers seat, but out of my reach. So I pulled the other handle, and opened the second door, and pushed it away, now much easier to crawl through. The blue got brighter, and I grinned. Reaching down, I began rummaging around the folder, finding papers, and a few pens, I think. Before I gripped something hard, and plastic. I pulled it out, and the blue light blared in my face, I squinted, eyes blurry from lack of sleep, and the sudden brightness. I could hardly see a thing right, and yanking it open wasn't the best idea, because more light smacked me in the face, causing me to drop the device onto the other half of the seat beside me, and cover my eyes.
Looking back on it now, I will always wonder,
Normally, I could wait and try to figure out what I was seeing, but all I could make out was green, and more blue. I cringe, and rub my eyes, and find that that only makes it worse, as my sight grows darker, the tingling had never gone away, I realized.
I continued to rub my eyes, trying to see, but it only grew darker, and darker, until I stopped trying to see.
And I waited. And I heard.
Who unlocked the door?
I could feel myself groan, as I curve my back, and stretch out my feet, my eyes feeling like they were glued together. I roll onto my side, and reach over to put a hand to the bed, and push myself up, and I let out a startled gasp, eyes shooting open, coming face to face with grey concrete. I brush my hand on my shirt, and start to feel the coolness of shade, or, the lack of the sun. I was more concerned about how and why I was on the ground to notice though.
Did I fall out of the camper?.. Pass out?
Soft voices followed each other around, as if in a circle. The shade grew, and I began to feel hot. The type of humidity, not caused by the weather, but by a large amount of something coming together, and that something must create heat. The whispering's were between scoffs and mild curiosity. Some fear.
How long have I been here? The need to scratch my head came out of nowhere, making my shoulders twitch, eyes squinting. Where exactly was I on the campsite? I don't remember red gravel.
I reach up to scratch my head, just as a small hand comes to rest on my shoulder. I turn to look up, and my eyes widen. Somehow noticing the way the black casing was opened, and a thin red container at their hip, practically screamed at me.
"Hey, you alright?" They asked, eyebrows furrowing in concern, and something else.
I gape, and I raise my eyebrows, now scooting away from the thing behind me. I look between their eyes, to their small nose, to the long ears resting atop her head.
I try to say something, but nothing comes out of my mouth, and I shake my head. I wish I hadn't, because then I saw the hugest elephant I had ever seen, across what seemed to be a regular road, talking on a phone, then, to my left, a shop filled with hippos, MORE elephants, and looking right in front of me, elks, lions, wolves, I gasp, eyes widening more if even possible.
Where. Am I?!
Apparently, when I had shook my head before, the bunny before me took that as a sign to help me up. But as she grabbed onto my hand, I pulled it away, and quickly got up, on shaking legs, and kept looking around. It was warm, the sun seemed too bright, and I tried to turn away, but I ended up tripping on something else, and I fell to the ground, but I crawled to the nearest pole, and hugged it, and narrowed my eyes, a frown on my face, as I felt something press against the top of my head, as I looked over to only see the bunny.
No. It wasn't. Was it? Could it? But how? This is a dream.
"Hey, it's okay, they're gone, no one's around you anymore." She said, edging closer, as I glanced down to the bottle at her hip. It was still open. I felt like glaring.
"I-I... Wh..- Where.. Am I?" I mumbled, tears threatening to spill over my eyes. This was terrifying. I wasn't where I was last night, not anywhere close. I was inside a CHILDREN'S. MOVIE. No, this is a dream, what else could it be? I wanted to pinch myself, but something told me not to. Something wanted this. This, place, this dream, to be real.
"You're in Savanna Central," She started, but I slowly moved away from the pole, my life-line, and took a few shaking steps towards her. I calmed my racing heart, and took a few deep breaths. It's okay. It's okay. Just a dream.
"I..I'm sorry. But please, I didn't mean to freak you out, I just hate crowds, and every time I try to face it, I just pass out.." I fade my explanation away, when I see her gaze soften, and she shakes head, hearing the case now pinned back.
"No, I'm sorry. Officer Judy Hopps, and you are?" She asks, smiling. I smile back, and reach out a- I gulp, and -luckily that was a reasonable lie,- with a trembling paw, I shake hers.
"Suzanne." I pause, wondering if I should say my last name, and decide it doesn't really matter. "D-Daniels!... Suzanne Daniels." I stutter, grinning shyly.
"Yeah, weird name." I add, chuckling. She shrugs, and gestures for me to follow her. Of course she want's more information. Someone just passed out in the middle of a sidewalk, in what looks to be the equivalent of New York, mammal-fied.
"So, Suzanne, why were you passed out in the middle of the sidewalk?- I mean, I know you said you hate crowds and all, but I was just wondering exactly how you got there." She asks, and lets out a large breath, walking beside me. I was hesitant, and tried to find a seemingly correct way to weave around people. I shiver. I kept getting stares. Rude ones. Why?
"W-Well, uh, to be honest, I can't remember." I muttered, staring out in front of me, the feel of her eyes on my face told me to see if I was lying or not. And that hurt me more than it should.
"Oh. I see. Well, when you do remember, tell me. Kay'?"
I nod, but pause. Wait. What? When would I get the chance to tell her? This meeting would just be the one, so how?
The sudden click of metal drove me from my thoughts. I glanced down at my, now cuffed, furred wrist.
"W-What?! Hey! Why am I cuffed-" I start, glaring, to now see it travel to her wrist. "To you!?" I exclaim, jiggling the chain, and now glaring at her. Oh, this bunny.
"Well, since you were in the main area of several pickpocket outbreaks, I can't exactly let you go when you have about 240 dollars cash in your front pocket." Judy said, smirking up at me. As If I had lied to her, and she just gave me proof of how I lied and she was right.
I gaped at her, stopping in my tracks, she just kept walking, twirling what looked to be a key in her right paw.
"What?! I do not-" She pointed to my pocket, halting, the chain jingling between us, and I looked down, dug into it, and frowned, pulling out a wad of bills.
"...I swear, I do not know how this got there." I mumbled, staring at it. I heard her scoff.
"Yeah, right. Just like you have no idea how you got here." She mocked, smirking at me. I only gave her a deadpan expression.
"C'mon!"
I felt a rather strong tug, and I was pulled forward, so I growled, and dropped all the money, every bit of it, into the nearest trash bin.
"So, what's it like, being 3 feet tall?" I ask, actually curious. But it only earned me a glare, and another strong tug, making me run into an already angry polar bear. I tried to apologize, but he only scowled at me, and brought his phone back to his ear. My mouth twitched.
"Hey! Calm down! I was only asking!" I say, in my defense. Did I really sound that sarcastic? I wasn't making fun of her, really. But if she was going to be like this, then fine. Have it her way.
(This is some type of Extra.)
"So uh, tell me again. Why am I staying with you in your apartment?"
"Because she wants to keep an eye on you, that, and the HQ is closed." One of her neighbors answered for me. I raise an eyebrow, and turn from my seat on her bed, to stare at the wall. I pause,
"Thanks." I say, and turn back, and place my elbows on my knees. Judy was currently writing some stuff down in her notebook, looking as determined as ever. So. How am I going to do this. In order for me to figure out more about myself, since, she really doesn't have a mirror, and I can't exactly borrow her phone, I could just play dumb.
"What's fox repellent do?" I ask out of the blue, with a blank face. I'll start with something small. This is my dream, but I have literally no control in my dreams, so, better play it safe.
I could see her stiffen, and she sighs, before turning her head to the side, towards the window. She seemed hesitant to answer, as if what she said might affect me personally.
"... It paralyzes them. No matter where you apply it, it will eventually work its way throughout their entire body, and paralyze them." She answers, setting aside her pen.
"Oh.." Is all I say, turning my gaze from her lowered ears, and to her radio, where she decides to turn on, and every single time, only sad, depressing songs play throughout the room. I open my mouth for her to turn it off before her neighbors tell her, but they eventually scream at her, and she turns it down.
She hops off her chair, and to the microwave. I lean back, and I stiffen, the familiar feel of my backpack pressed against me, is what triggers a chuckle. Judy gives me a glare, and I shrink my head in between my shoulders, and smile.
She continues to watch the microwave. I turn around, and try not to look too excited, and rip off my blue backpack, and unzip it with gusto, only to find it empty.
"Hunh?!" I gasp, and look around, trying to find something, anything. Nothing.
I sigh, dejected, and set the pack aside on the floor by my feet, and only watch Judy move around the small apartment. She sat back down in her chair at her desk, and peeled open her 'meal'. Even I grimaced. And I hate carrots.
The ring of her phone jolted the both of us, and she frantically waved at me, making me slide off the bed, and hide behind her chair.
Through the conversation with her chair, I slowly began to piece together a few things.
This world might be worse than mine, and, from the looks, the whispers, and the fact Judy was opting on using the 'Fox' repellent on me before if she had to, told me I was more than likely a fox.
A confused, nervous, fox. That was charged for a crime I didn't commit. Gee, this sounds familiar. And guessing by the conversation, and Judy's attire, I'm at the beginning of the movie. After she had that chat with Nick.
This is one weird dream.
AN:/ Well. This is just the prologue, so the others wont be as long, seriously. This dragged on longer than I wanted, but hey, I might change it later. And don't worry if you're wondering, I did not take the place of Nick. More like, I'll be with Judy throughout the story b/c of the "false crime".
See yah next time! :D
