A/N: This fanfic is not a pairing of the familiar characters of Zootopia, but rather from the perspective of a OC. Also I may mention familiar things like Diet Coke. Not trying to advertise for the Coca-Cola Co. I can take on the hate. Oh, if you know what's wrong main character, don't spoil it to anyone else, please. Ignorance is bliss in this case. Couldn't find any beta readers so I did it myself. T for teen-mentions of blood, alcohol, etc.

*Update*: The main character's friend is a bunny.

Update: I made a typo in the A/N. Oops

Chapter 1: Daily Routine

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEE-. I slammed my fist onto the big snooze button of my ancient mid-2000s orange alarm clock. Sunlight lit up the dark room making it so dim. I put on my contacts and then paranoia hit me like a semi-truck. I rushed to the only window completely covered by the blinds in my bedroom and peeked through them. Making sure my abductors aren't around me when I leave for work. I know they are out there to kidnap and torture me. Everyone said that will be very unlikely to happen, but there just naive to the world. I know more than everyone else. They don't know know the world is a literal death trap. Only my dirt cheap apartment is my safe haven, if I keep it that way.

I hesitated to open the door knowing that a demonic sheep was waiting in the minuscule space what suppose to be a living room every other day. Bit by bit I opened the door still hearing her evil snickers in the living room. I anxiously walk from my bedroom to my cramped kitchen through the living room passed that damn thing while also thing about my Diet Coke fix that I DESPERATELY NEED! I stopped when that spawn from hell spotted me. She open her mouth, showing her wore down, but razor sharp, miniature shark teeth and that pointed tongue. Blood of various shades of brown and crimson red splattered on her wool and battered formal clothes, fit for an assistant mayor of a city, indicated that I'm not her first (or last) victim. The smell of rusted iron was present. She sprinted towards me which prompted me run back to my room. I slammed the door and held it in place. That thing bang on the door and shook it in a repeated manner. I was having a panic attack while this was happening.

The ugly sheep gave up and snarled, "I'll be back for you."

Curled up into a ball with my back behind the door, and I bawled my eyes out. I thought, 'I'm sick of that thing trying to give me a heart attack. Sick of my awareness of those abductors. SICK OF EVERYTHING! Sometimes I just want this to end. Yes, end it now, end that demon, END MY LIFE. End my hell, and be free. Free from my cage fly away. Yes, be a bird, live as a bird, die as a bird'.

I looked up at my alarm clock to find that it was now 6:30. Thirty minutes has passed since I woke. I walked to my fridge, took a bottle of Diet Coke and took a sip. I held it near my chest. I was clear-headed and calm at the very sip. Then, guzzled it down. And another, and another. Until I paused halfway at my fifth bottle. I hate the bitter taste of alcohol, and l was shaking and felt like vomiting after puffing on my first cigarette in the bathroom. My friends want me to 'moderate' my Diet Coke intake saying it eating at my money. Doesn't really matter since I have a $10 per hour job as gas station clerk, and some unemployment money. I can afford my crippling addiction and my apartment. I gulped down the bottle and grabbed a half empty milk jug out of the fridge. I then pulled out a bowl before belching. I reached of some bran cereal. After making the bran concoction, I set it down on the bowl and turned on the T.V. to the news. The T.V helps not hearing indistinguishable to clear voices during my meal. Unnerving, intrusive voices. I ate my breakfast while watching it for thirty minutes, and peeked out the windows every minute. I first, took off my blue college t-shirt, women's underwear, and sweatpants for my green polo uniform not fit for an ewe like me. It doesn't complement my charcoal wool coat, not the you put on and off, the one attached and curly like hair on a mammal's body. I finally brushed my teeth.

I peeked out my two covered windows for the abductors before heading out with anxiety. I walked to my parked 1998 Saturn of shame and went inside it. I turned the ignition key, drove out of the underground parking lot, and drove off after turning on the radio loud radio to drown out those voices while driving. With a 24 pack of filled Diet Coke cans in a box on the front passenger seat for my break or lunch, I drove off. I always passed a monument of a bunny and a fox, both in officer uniforms, holding up the ZPD's flag. It was a symbol of times changing and equality for all mammals. I passed the Presidential Palace of Mammalia, yearning to be a leader of our nation, and the congressional building to work. I arrived at my destination, got my lunch and cans, and went into the building. The gas station doesn't gets busy, so I mostly restock the shelves while listening to music on from my phone. When a customer goes in it's usually a fatty with no purpose wanting to stuff donuts in his or her and get diabetes. They are the only one's who keeps this place open.

A fatty rolled in. He got twenty dozens of gas station donuts. The fat bear places the donuts on the counter. He waits for me to call out the price. I said, "That'll be $130, sir. It's less than my rent per month for my apartment."

He was at first confused as he slapped $130, but then shrugged and walked away as I put the money in the register. He is the only customer and does the same thing daily. I restocked where the donuts were a went back to my cash register.

An authoritarian and ominous voice heard over my music said, "They are after you. Hide Charlotte hide". I duck under the desk and hid like the voice said. I always eat lunch during work. Luckily the manager doesn't do crap, ever. Unless is there is a crime here.

Finally it was 4:00 and time to end my shift. I hastily went to my car with my trash from lunch, and drove back to my trashed apartment. My phone buzzing, so I turned a little music on to drown out the voices. I answered, "Hello".

"Hey!" my bunny friend replied. "I know you need some emotional support for whatever you have. So I arranged a date for you."

"What! Stacy, you know that I'm not ready for dating yet!", a little angry that she didn't tell me about this blind date. Everyone has every right to.

"Too late, he is 24 just like you, he is single, he is not too aggressive, doesn't have a large belly-"

"You arranged a date without me knowing!"

"He is lonely and looks depressed. He broke out of his comfort zone, and you should too."

I started to calm down, "I don't want to date right now."

"Just give him a chance. He got cheated on, and now he is lonely."

" I got cheated on in high school and college!"

"You weren't in a real relationship They date you for the sake having a girlfriend". That really burned me.

"Fine. For the first few weeks at least. No promises that will make a relationship. Deal?", I didn't want to date, but she maybe right. Maybe. That and I just want to end this argument.

"Deal. Be their at Snarlbucks at 5:30 tomorrow ."

"On a Saturday. Okay, do I need to wear something formal?", I asked.

"Are you kidding me", she replied. Her voice slightly louder "Just something casual".

"Okay. See you soon."

"Bye."

I hung up and turned off the music. Angry that she arranged a date behind my back. I don't want to date, I want to be alone in my apartment, drinking my Diet Coke, and staring at a noose that hung in the ceiling. That same voice told me to hang that thing up, not me. I took a shower, and played some Zoogle Play apps in my phone for a few minutes. The voice spoke.

"They are following you. Put it away Charlotte, put it away." I put away my phone. "Hide away Charlotte, hide away." I hid away in my room. Voices settled in. Some indistinguishable. While others clear as day. One yelled, 'You're worthless!' over and over again with its pitch gradually lowering. I stressed out and hyperventilated. I eventually checked the time. It was 7 o'clock. That went fast.

I head out of my room to make my dinner, it's a T.V. dinner. I ate my dinner in the living room on my cheap couch with the T.V. on. Afterwards, I went back in my phone until 10pm. That's when I brushed my teeth, take off and put away my eyes contacts, and get dressed for bed. I turned off the T.V. and plopped down on my bed, anticipating for the 'spawn of hell' to pop into my living room, and that date tomorrow. Luckily I don't work in the weekends.