Thanks for reading, guys. NEXT CHAPTER! Also, the reason for short chapters:
Not much time on my hands
Keeps people interested
Story continues faster
Also, I had a ton of tests, so I wasn't able to update. Sorry. This should make up for it.
James P.O.V.
Probably not the best way to handle first contact, but in my defence, they were restraining me. And that bull looked really pissed off. Pissed off bull + loaded gun=dead people. At least in my experience.
"Drop the gun or I snap her neck!" I yelled at the bull. Wait, what the hell? He's Zootopia Police. They haven't been in existence since 2100. Most got killed when idiots started the Nuke Wars. I've never seen a real one. I'm only 25, after all.
"Like hell! You're bluffing. I can shoot you before you even get close to killing her!" Yells the bull.
"Really? You saw how fast I moved, right? I'm one of the Fallout babies, a mutated. You're way to old to be a Fallout kid, so I can most definitely kill her before you shoot me. Also, anyone care to explain why there are bright white lights, antiseptic smell, and the fact that everyone's clothes are super clean? And what the hell is with all the old hospital tech? And why-"
The fox interrupts. "Whoa, slow down there Sparky. First, this is a state of the art hospital. None of this tech is old. That should also explain the lights and antiseptic smell. And why are you asking about clean clothes?" I reply in a sarcastic tone.
"Oh sure, and everyone holds hands in harmony, and sings Kumbaya, or whatever the hell that song is. Are you guys living in some kind of reality altering bubble? THE WORLD IS FUCKING DEAD OUT THERE!" Where these people stupid? Or were they under the influence of some censoring leader? They were frightened by my shouting. Huh. "And on another note, where am I and how did you find me? I don't know of any other organized survivor groups in the Zootopia sector. The small bunny spoke up.
"But you are in Zootopia! This is Harmony Hospital in the center of Zootopia! In fact, our precinct has its headquarters across the street." The bull answers my other question in a grating tone.
"We found your fried and skewered body in the middle of a Gazelle concert. Witnesses say you appeared above the ground, floating with lightning coursing around you, and then fell to the ground hard. You also caused a mini shockwave, and sent electricity pulsing out in a large, 10 ft radius. Numerous people were hurt, but no serious injuries. Gazelle herself has actually taken an interest in you, and has asked to see you when you are available. We tried to stop her, but she actually has more power than us. Anyway, we get to interrogate you first for "Safety Concerns", because for all we know, you are a terrorist. Can you let the doctor go now?" I may have forgotten about her for a while. Then again, I have no idea what he's talking about. Gazelle? Also, how the hell did I materialize into thin air. I'm not buying it.
"I let her go, you will arrest me. Also, you're obviously lying." I reply
"Fine. I will let you go free, after you answer my questions, and I swear that I am not lying. Wilde, get me a video of his appearance." The bull looks at the fox. He pulls out a thing that looks like a data-pad, but too small and opaque.
"Here, look at this." He hands me the data-pad. "Just try to not drop my phone when you are surprised, whatever your name is." The bunny, who I now know as Judy, gives him a hard look.
I reply
"I've got nerves of steel, Mr. Wilde. And the name is James." I take the so-called "phone". Nobody has used phones for years, just ear-comns. Maybe he's just retro? But this thing isn't a phone. Anyway, I watch a shaky video of-holy crap. There have got to be hundreds of animals, with lights, food, tons of grass, drinks, and...a clear sky. I can see the stars. It's gotta be fake. But who would put all the time and effort into this illusion unless….
I don't think I'm in my own world anymore. Am I dreaming? No, the pain was real. Am I dead? No such thing as an afterlife, or even a god, in my opinion. So what am I doing here? I watch as my broken body snaps into existence above the singer, and screaming ensues, the singer and dancers get out of the way as I fall to earth. I notice that I saw that singer right before I passed out. The video ends, and the "phone" returns to a video selection screen. And shows me the date. 3/17/2016. I drop the doc, and throw the phone at the fox.
"Hey!" He yells, but I don't listen.
"It's 2016" I mutter.
"Yeah, it's the date, convict. And you're under arrest!" Says the bull. I don't care. I can take him out easily. I need my gear.
"I've gone back 126 years into the past."
"Well, that's great, convict. Now get your hands above your head, and march out of this hospital. Like hell I was going to do that. I need to find out what's going on, why I've been sent here. There was a sound like a gong, right behind my head, and then of all people, Reaper steps out. A solemn, deep voice seems to talk straight to my head, skipping my ears.
"Mr. Bogo, I am afraid that you will have to release Lt. Forester immediately, and return to him his gear."
"Bogo waves his gun back and forth, as Judy flees the room.
"Never, creep!"
"Wow, that's original. And offensive. Reaper has a name." I turn to face Reaper. "How are you talking?"
"Reaper is a name of one of my avatars, Last Chance. I am the Keeper, and speak into your head by thinking." He explains.
"Ok, that doesn't make sense, but nothing else today has. And why are you calling me Last Chance?" I reply, confused.
"Allow me to explain" spoke Reaper
"Yes, please do." Said the fox. "Bogo, sit down." The bull shakes his head no, but Reaper flicks his wrist, and Bogo is forcefully put on the ground. Reaper begins his story.
"The universe is made by Creator, and destroyed by Oblivion. Creator makes the timelines of the universe, and Oblivion destroys the finished ones. Creator made four beings to help him manage his task. Those four were Builder, Fixer, Defender, and me, the Keeper. Now, Oblivion loves the destruction of worlds. Just as Creator loves his creations, Oblivion loves the absence of them. What makes Oblivion happy is in his name, just as Creator's love is in his. Oblivion created five warriors, to oppose me and my brethren, to overthrow Creator and have absolute nothing at last. They were told to ruin timelines, so that they end, and Oblivion can consume more, to gain more well, nothing. Oblivion. Their names are Deception, Ravager, Changer, Breaker, and Chaos. We managed to imprison Changer, but he became one with Chaos, creating a warrior we cannot destroy. Chaos has sent you back in time, James. They are targeting this timeline, and Chaos has started his assault. Reaper's brother, Reaver, I believe is Ravager, who can heal from any wound.I have not located the others, so Defender will protect Builder and Fixer as I search. James, I hope that you will assist me in this task due to the fact that you are, after that encounter, the deadliest animal alive." Everyone took a minute to process that. I was the first to respond.
"You still haven't explained why you called me Last Chance." Reaper replied
" In the normal timelines, you survive the fight in the ashstorm, but your comrades die. For this, you are named Last Chance, the lone survivor of the Last Chancers. You need know nothing more." He cocks his head. "I must go. I repeat, Chief Bogo, give the Lt. his gear." Reaper disappears with the gong sound again
"Ow, my brain hurts." Says the fox.
"Mine too. So, I'm going to need my gear. Bogo?" I reply. Bogo's jaw is still hanging open.
"Ok, I'll find it on my own. I walk out of the hospital room, and manage to find my way to the exit after scaring a few people on accident. Click click click Click. A dozen rifles are trained on me as I exit the elevator. I am fast, but not that fast. They've got me pinned. Got to wait till they get in close, then I can take them out in melee, maybe grab a rifle. Suddenly, the doors leading into the hospital burst open as that singer struts in- damn, she's sexy -with paparazzi and two bodyguards following. The police at the door have let her in. No surprise there, she is pretty hot. She looks at me as my hands are raised in the air. I speak first.
"Well, this is one hell of a first impression, huh?"