(AN. The previous chapter was my character looking back, from the future, from now on it is going to be in first person and progress with the storyline)

So I was an anthropomorphic fox, in a world where you have rodents and rhinos living in the same city.

I mean it could have been worse. There are a lot of worse things that could have happened.

Then I am in a world where racism is extremely prevalent, not to mention discrimination… and other things. Maybe it isn't the best to dwell on the future right now.

Still, I got really lucky, every person here speaks English, my new body isn't quite as different as my previous one, compared to other animals, allowing me to master it relatively quickly. Still there are some biological differences that seem to clash in a way. The way in which my instincts as a human don't quite agree with the ones I was given, creating some quite awkward circumstances sometimes. Which 9 times out of 10 leaves me looking like an idiot.

I must have struck my parents as a very strange child. I rarely really talked, and when I did it was generally asking questions. About history, politics, current events, architecture, that sort of stuff. My new mom just kinda pushed it off saying I have a naturally inquisitive mind, which really isn't that far off. She has actually gone as far as to call me a genius, considering I was talking by the time most children just learnt to walk. Of course, being the modest and responsible person I am, I floundered that off.

Maybe I am going just a bit too fast.

Still Mom (Nancy Wilde) does love me a lot, and considering to my old mom… who uh, let's say had a hard time expressing love sometimes, my new mom is great. We are that kind of family that even though we aren't the best off, we are still happy. That kind you see in TV shows that makes you have overly idyllic views of the world which I personally hate.

Well almost like that.

We have dad on the other hand. I'm still not sure if he has a hard time expressing love or if he just doesn't care about me. I mean he does earn money for the family so I can't be angry at him that much, but most of the time he is just gone. Most dinners are just mom and I sitting at the dinner table, and with the off chance that he is here most of the time we just eat in silence, which is great for helping a kid learn social skills. 10 brownie points for him!

Still being a kid again is so much more relaxing. I don't have to worry about grades, maintaining my social life, the future. At the moment I am just free to relax. At least until I get off my lazy ass and start thinking about the effects I could have on the future.

After about a year of screaming silently of boredom and insanity I developed a daily routine. Awake, eat, hang out with mom, read or something, eat again, then sleep, mingling being lazy in between all that. Pretty simple, but it gets the work done. Still mom is quite concerned considering the fact that a 5 year old is reading about the a book going over the history of Zootopia's spaceflight, when other kids are reading Danny the Dinosaur.

I've read Danny the Dinosaur, of course it is your average children's book with some hidden meaning in the end that are trying to teach kids to be good. It is those books that also makes me want to kill myself. Quite the read.

Still the book I am reading is quite interesting. They do have different names for each one of the planets, due to how they are named after ancient gods. But after reading over them and examining them, I realized they are the same. Of course the Earthen continents do line up. And after doing a bit of Zoogling (Hehe) I found out that Zootopia is smack dab right in the middle of Continental Europe. America has been found, there were successful attempts at colonizing it apparently. And it was eventually allowed to be its own governing society.

The governmenting system is slightly different compared to ours, each country, does have their own independent government, however there is one hierarchy above each independent government called The Collective that makes decisions for animals as a whole. At first I was kind of skeptical about how trustworthy it is, but the more I read up on it the more it seemed to make sense. Here are reasons why it works: war is nonexistant, you might have noticed how the police officers have no lethal weapons, that is because death is at an all time low. There are absolutely no tensions between countries. The Collective has to be one of the most careful organizations out there, there is none and will never be corruption in it. Being part of The Collective immortalizes you in history.

Still no signs of human though. I mean, if they were here there would at least be ruins. Still no ruins, nothing.

Eh, this isn't my problem.

Still despite my quite well planned out procedure, I was not prepared for the destabilization Nick would cause.


Age 5

I stared at Nick who lies serenely in the crib. Well as serene as a baby can, babbling innocently with stars in his eyes. A crib toy plays above him, the same one that was used for me, playing a gentle lullaby in the process.

I have no idea what I am doing here.

Mom is busy making food, dad is out doing something. I didn't really have anything to do, so here I am staring at Nick, because why not.

I'm also VERY stressed out.

"You know what? I'm supposed to be the older brother to you," I say although I know he doesn't understand, "believe me, I want to be the best older brother I can be to you. I don't really know what I can do though to help," I pause for a bit, "If you somehow by a miracle understand me, let me tell you that you will be very important in the future. And believe me, I want you to be, you deserve to live in fame and glory. I'm just afraid I'll mess things up. Things end up happy for you, nothing really goes wrong, and for me that doesn't really feel the best. Almost like I really have no purpose, and it is scary, almost like the world is bearing over me and laughing at my attempts to change something. "

I pause for a bit sitting down on a chair, swinging my legs in the air, "I don't know what I am doing talking to you. You don't understand me," I continue, "I'll just shut up now."

I must be going insane. Talking to a baby, isn't the first signs of insanity something along this? I wouldn't be surprised. I just feel at a loss of what to do. I feel like I should prepare for something, but at the same time there is nothing to prepare for. It just feels… overwhelming, in a way.

I stare at Nick a bit more who has seemed to have found an interest in my face, as he is reaching out to touch. He still has only been here a couple days so far, making this still quite new for me. I never had any sibling in my previous life.

He just had to be the cutest goddamn ball of fluff with his unkempt hair and beady little insect eyes.

I hold out my finger which he grabs. He lets out a happy laugh while shaking it in the process. I smile at that. Something about this, just feels right.

As I said I never had any siblings in my previous life. The closest thing I had was my younger cousin Alex who I rarely ever saw.

So as I stand here with a baby fox pulling my finger, which for some reason is way too amusing, I feel happy in a way. It's one of those feelings I don't want to end.

But eventually he does get bored and let's go of it, and goes back to babbling at nothing, leaving me with nothing to do.

Now what do I do. I was so caught up in the adventures of doing almost nothing (quite the activity) that I didn't really have anything else planned for afterwards. Not to mention how I think my brain also melted from watching Nick.

It's a minor problem, you know, brain melting, it happens every Tuesday.

Dear god, I am bored.

Screw it, I'm going to the kitchen.

Because all epic stories start in the kitchen.

I walk out of the room, shutting it behind me. Oh! Fun fact, foxes have only 4 fingers. Well at least the ones I am. That was very interesting to adapt to. Because for so long I was used to 5 fingers that just having 4 threw my life out of whack for a very long time. I think mom actually got concerned for a while because I would sit by myself moving each individual finger slowly trying to get the hang of using them, for hours on a time.

I'm completely sane, don't worry.

I walked into the kitchen where mom was making food, "Hello," I said softly.

She turns around from the stove and smiles saying, "Hello! Did you say 'hi' to Nick?"

"Yeah."

"What did you think of him?"

"... He's cute," I say stopping in my tracks. For some reason that really threw me for a loop.

She let's out a soft laugh, "So were you. I still remember when you were his age. You were such a sweetheart, you barely cried and you were so helpful."

My ears flatten along my head. As I tried to hide my smile.

Not again!

First thing I noticed, I have many natural instincts as a fox like flattening my ears. Apparently it is really cute, when I do things like this. I quickly took advantage of that and now I'm guilty of using this to my advantage more than I count, apparently while most other people won't trust foxes they will melt at the sight of me. We have deadly good puppy dog eyes, and face, and ears… and everything else.

Perfect strategy, they will never expect a deadly assassin to be a cute fox kid. All part of my maniacal plan.

I only need to master my evil laugh.

Mom lets out another chuckle at my ears, before saying, "Why don't you sit at the table while I get Nick."

"Okay," I say my ears returning to normal eventually at my behest. As I climb upon the chair and swing my legs off of it shaking my body slightly, releasing pent up energy. By the smell apparently mom is making fish.

Since most animals have evolved, killing them for meat would be murder… and feel really weird eating them, knowing they were people, however fish seemed to miss out of this evolution fiasco, making them a good source for protein. Though they are slightly expensive as there are many Fish Rights Activists trying to get people to stop killing fish.

Figures, there are probably rights activists for about anything.

So having fish is generally a special occasion.

... And in the middle of my thoughts I start getting a headache. Great. I'm probably just dehydrated, you tend to get side tracked when you are trying to make plans on not messing up the future and possibly irreverably damaging society.

I'm just your average 5 year old.

So I go the fridge and grab a glass of water before going back to the table and drinking it.

Took me a while to get used to the snout for eating and drinking. It's a long story full of screaming, messes, and pain.

Although it is cool having sharp teeth though, nice for intimidation. Also gives you hella cool smiles.

Mom (still sounds weird saying that) walks back inside carrying Nick in her arms, he lets out a gleeful laugh as she bounces him slightly. I can't help but smile at that. That cute little fluffball.

"Why don't you hold him," mom says out of nowhere.

My smile disappeared faster than if you say 'Let It Goat.'

"Uhhhhhh," I managed to sputter out, blinking rapidly.

This is not a good idea. What if I drop him? What if I hurt him? For god's sake, I can barely hold a iron pot without mom freaking over me. Why the hell would she trust me with Nick?

But what's the worst that could happen though?

...

Spontaneous combustion?

Yep, I'm not holding him.

Apparently mom didn't see my hesitation or just didn't care as she just placed Nick in my arms.

It takes me a full second for my mind to reactivate. And even then all I can think is 'he's heavier than I thought'.

I then open my mouth in protest at holding him, but it all dies in my throat as I stare at Nick. Apparently he had the exact same idea as he just stares straight back, barely moving a muscle. This feels exactly like a Mexican standoff.

I sit in my mind trying to imagine a Mexican Standoff with foxes.

It doesn't get that far.

AGH! GOD DAMN IT!

He had grabbed my goddamn nose, which mind you is very sensitive, and decided that it was his perfect target for his little hellfire nails.

Apparently he found that very amusing as he giggles in the process. Little bastard. Attacking me when I let my guard down.

Mom just lets out a laugh and grabs Nick from my arms leaving me to glare at him, which mom seems to just find more amusing, "he likes you," she says.

Fine then. This. Is. War.


I started school. Wooo!

If you can't tell that was supposed to be sarcastic.

It's not really that it's boring, which it is. It's more the fact that I'm learning basic math when I know trigonometry and logarithms. So most of my school day is just sitting around and look like I am paying attention, which mind you, I am quite good at.

My reasoning is that if I don't appear out of place, no one will bother me.

I could possibly try to skip several years of school, but considering how I am going to a public school, and how I am a fox, it would make me a prime target for bullying from the older kids.

Still I never thought I would see the day in which a kindergartener is larger than most adults. And by this I mean an elephant.

He literally doesn't have a desk because he would break it. I actually feel slightly sorry for the teacher.

Not to mention how this isn't a classroom full of humans. This is a classroom full of many different species, of different sizes, shapes, and other characteristics. It is actually very interesting, and quite hard to explain the experience. Almost like being in a class full of aliens.

Still I've already made enemies with this other kid though. I didn't really plan for it to happen, he just took an immediate dislike towards me, and ignoring him only infuriated him more.

...So did laughing at him when he got really upset.

Coincidentally he is a sheep, just like Bellwether. His name is something like Wilson or something like that, couldn't really care less about him. His weaponry at the moment just seem to consist of glaring at me.

At the moment I have other worries.


So, uh. Dad has been gone for an entire week.

Mom says he is just busy, and will be gone for a while.

I know that he isn't coming back.

Last Thursday at about 9 P.M. they got in a fight. It quickly escalated, until I, playing the innocent child, broke it up. I still heard enough though. He couldn't take the responsibility of taking care of Nick and I. He didn't want to continue paying for us, and just walked out of the house.

Nick still isn't old enough to realize what is happening. Thank God.

I've been trying to help around the house, make my Mom's life easier, as you could definitely see stress start to build up on her. For god's sake she only gets a couple of hours of sleep each night. Still she's gotten a job to pay for us. I mean, it's so nice that she cares, but I'm really concerned for her.

Considering that she is a fox, coupled with the fact that she is just female, and has two kids, she wasn't able to get the best job, and even then she isn't paid the best.

You know what, I'm not really in the mood to do this right now. I'll, uh, continue this when I can.


And done! I did not expect all the attention this got. Like wow! Thanks guys, it really means alot. I know how a lot of people say stuff like that, so I don't really know how to really express how thankful I am.

I want to give even more thanks to 15delgizzij. 1. For being the first person to review my story. 2. For giving me ideas on how the story can go. And 3. For having the same favorite book as me. (The Martian)

Now, I would thank everybody else who reviewed, followed, and favorited, but that would take up too much word count, and I don't want to make this longer than it has to be.

This chapter is a lot of exposition, so I'm expecting it to be pretty boring, so sorry about that. Also for some reason it feels as if it is really bad, so sorry about that. If you do find anything to be bad, please message me.

I do want to include you guys though so I am going to ask you guys a question. What did you enjoy most about Zootopia? If that is too hard, what is your favorite movie?