Hey guys, so this is technically my first fanfiction. I hope you guys enjoy!

Why Am I Nick Wilde?

By VoltienDalchen

Chapter 1: A Dream?

"Wake up, you idiot!"

The sound of someone banging a door loudly wakes me.

My eyes open slowly; my vision adjusts to the environment. I appear to be in a dark and damp apartment, a place unfamiliar to me. Despite the fact that it's dark, I can see metal pipes that run along the ceiling and floor, and it occurs to me that I am on a tattered bed. I stand up in panic, thinking that maybe I am being held against my will (hopefully nobody will force me to saw my ankle off or something).

I hear knocking on the door again as a man shouts impatiently.

"Open up!"

I make my way to a metallic door. I slowly open it, it makes a loud dissonant sound but an even louder one makes itself known.

"Finally!" I hear but I am immediately confused by the fact that nobody appears to be in the hallway. I look around, and my eyes finally catch sight of something…an animal. It appears to be some kind of dog or something, but what got my eye to twitch is the fact that it is standing on two feet and is wearing clothes like a human!

"I am sick of your laziness, Nick!"

I step back, but I immediately trip and fall on my back as the weird-looking dog walks closer towards me.

"Are we going to do this or not!?" The animal asks.

I guess I'm either insane, or having one of those weird trips, I think to myself, ignoring the question.

Crazy stuff…that surrealist homework is definitely messing with my head…this dream (I guess it's a dream) keeps getting weirder and weirder…

"Hello! Nicholas Wilde! Is your brain still alive in there!? ARE. WE. GOING. TO. DO. THIS?"

I break out of my trance momentarily to notice something quite weird: when I stretched my hand to try and stop the animal's advance towards me…I noticed the fur…

Look, I know this is cliché, I've read a lot of stories online about fictional characters during my spare time. Sometimes it was about a person who is transported to some magical land and they turn into some kind of animal or monster.

So, I'll be brief with this: I am now a fox.

I don't even bother yelling or passing out since I think this is one of those dreams that one has in their lifetimes that makes them wonder if they're insane. Instead, I laugh. I laugh hard.

"What's so funny!?" The "dog" asks (at this point I don't even think it's a dog...well, maybe it's some kind of weird-looking Chihuahua.)

I try to contain myself to respond. I finally stand up from the floor and look down at the little devil, "Everything." I say. I cover my mouth momentarily once I notice the difference in the sound of my voice. I chuckle, "Okay, I actually like this voice. I'll play along." My last sentence was directed toward the other man/dog/Chihuahua/whatever.

"Are you okay?" He asks half-worryingly.

"Yea, sure…" I listen to my voice again, it's so cool!

The creature enters the room. It finds what appears to be a baby stroller.

This voice that I now had really reminded me of this one actor…Jason Bateman…

"My life is just great now. Normal. Vanilla." I quote Jason Bateman and it sounds just like him. This is so cool yet so scary at the same time. I laugh to myself while the small animal grabs my arm and leads me outside the apartment.

Once he leads me down some stairs, we are out of that smelly apartment. From here I can see a blue bridge and next to it are brick buildings, factories, a run-downed pier, and other cartoonish animals on the street.

This certainly felt weird because by now the dream or drug induced nightmare would be over with, but I guess not…it only seemed to escalate, especially when I found myself looking at an enormous city that existed on the other side of the bridge. It is nothing I've ever seen before.

So, minutes later and I'm strolling down a part of the city with a midget fox (dressing up in an elephant suit) inside a baby stroller. It's weird, but in a dream you really shouldn't question these things. Anyways, the little monster had this scheme (or I guess it was my idea? I don't know, that's what he told me) of tricking somebody by pretending that he was a toddler. We were to go to some store to try and get something for free and then sell that as our own product. So now, I'm not just a fox but I'm also now a criminal.

"Did you forget your way through the city again, Nick?" The fox asks (I guess I forgot to write this, the small guy next to me is some kind of fox. I know this now because other animals [yes, it's an entire society of anthropomorphic animals here] wouldn't stop insulting us, occasionally adding the fact that we are both foxes.)

"Stop calling me that."

"Okay, Nicky."

"My name is…" I stopped moving. I concentrate on one thing: remembering my name and it's weird but I forgot it! It's something that nobody should ever forget like tying their shoes or knowing their fractions, but here I was thinking about what my name was as if it was the hardest question on a test.

Huh…that's weird…I didn't know lucid dreams could make you forget your name, I thought to myself.

During the middle of my confusion I heard a voice call out to me.

"Hi, hello!" The sound of a young female vibrates in my ears. My companion quickly feigns sleep by pulling the cover above him down and then he pretends to snore afterwards.

I look down and see a bunny with grey fur and purple eyes. She is wearing what appears to be a police uniform and is driving some sort of meter maid vehicle.

"It's me again." She adds.

"Um…I don't think we've met." I say softly to her, still getting over my confusion.

"Always sarcastic, are we?" She retorts. She sees my expression and almost gives a sigh, "I'm Officer Hopps from the other day…you know…the day I generously gave you that jumbo pop? Anyways, I'm here to ask you some questions about a case!" She says enthusiastically.

"I don't remember the other day." I say in a serious tone. Duh, there wasn't a day before this one because this is a dream…

The police bunny rolls her eyes.

A bunny cop…this world doesn't stop surprising me, I think to myself.

"A case about?" I asked.

She pulls out a picture from a folder she is holding and points to an otter with a Popsicle, "You sold Mr. Otterton a popsicle, right? Do you know him?"

"Nope." I retort. Though I was serious with my question, she didn't seem to think so.

"Now Nicholas Wilde, something tells me that what you just said isn't true."

"I'm being perfectly honest, I don't remember selling any Popsicle to anybody and I don't remember ever meeting you. This is all some crazy dream that really needs to finish up." I retort.

Her entire demeanor suddenly shifts from that of friendly to one that is more enforcing, "I have evidence of you selling Popsicles to a group of rodents by Lemming Brothers Bank, popsicles that you made ON snow! If memory serves me right, selling contaminated food to customers is a misdemeanor punishable with up to a year in prison."

"I don't remember any of that." I respond harshly.

The bunny then brandishes a smartphone that seems to show the small fox and I making Popsicles in the snow. She then skips to another video (this one taken from a rooftop or somewhere similar) of me selling the food to rodents next to a building.

"Remember now?"

I move away from the baby stroller and I back away very slowly, "I don't know what's going on here…"

"You are under arrest, Mr. Wilde." She says.

I didn't know this at the time but she was actually intimidating me so that I would help her, she never intended to arrest me. Despite this, something in the back of my mind (my human mind I guess) tells me to run.

And that's what I did.

The officer jumps in surprise before shaking her head. She begins to give chase, "Not again!"

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