A.N. Hello fellow friends. This story kind of fell on the backburner recently. I'm so sorry. I'm going to try to update all of my stories more often, but that's going to be hard because school has started up again. But anyway, on with the story, so please read and review.
William sat up instantly alert, his eyes quickly taking in the room around him. He was still in the room he had paid for, and the sun was barely up. He stretched and stood up, hearing his bones crack and pop in his joints. Now what? He thought about it. He could see if there were any jobs for him. He had plenty of money for now, but it wouldn't last forever. He eyed the clothes on the floor from yesterday. He shrugged. He'd gone longer without a fresh change of clothes. He'd need to get another few pairs. And a backpack. He didn't want to end up carrying too much clothes and odds are, he'd need to find a new place to stay soon. He resolutely dressed and stretched. He walked out the door and down the steps and heard his stomach rumble. He pulled out his phone and looked for a breakfast place on Zoogle Maps.
Most weren't open. Shocker. It was pretty early. He heard the a door shut and turned to see Judy walk down the steps, dressed in jogging shorts and a tank top. Her earbuds were in and Ipawd in hand. She saw him and pulled out her earbuds. "Well, you're up early," she stated. "Any reason why?"
"Not really," WIlliam replied. "I just woke up and decided to get breakfast, but nothing's open right now."
"Yeah, they won't open up for another hour," Judy answered. "And I have to be on shift in two hours so I've got enough time for a quick run before I leave."
"Already all bright and bushy tailed?" William asked. She looked at him with confusion. "It means awake and ready to go," William explained. "I think it's referencing a squirrel. Not sure though."
"Ah," Judy said as understanding dawned on her. "Well, yeah. I'm used to getting up early to help on my parents farm, or for the police academy, or just in general."
"Makes sense," William said. "Don't suppose your parents need any help on the farm? I'm kinda looking for a job."
"Looking for a job?" Judy asked. "Why? You're kinda set already."
"Yeah, but the money will eventually run out," William said. "So I'd rather have a job, even if it's just a short time."
"Well," Judy thought. "My folks might want some help, but with as many siblings as I have, I don't think they'll be short handed. I'll send them a message though."
"Thanks, Judy," William said. "Well, I've kept you long enough. Don't want to be late."
"It's fine," Judy said as she began putting her earbuds back in. "And if you're looking for breakfast, I think McDonkey's opens up in about an hour or so. Maybe sooner. Anyway, see you later." She then began her jog down the street.
William then looked for a McDonkey's on his phone and saw that one was open just a street over. It was a little unhealthy, but then again, he hadn't had anything fast food in what, a few thousand years. He could deal with one fast food run.
Chief Bogo was on his third cup of coffee. He had been up early again, this time due to a call about a double homicide. He'd put Hopps and Wilde on it. Wilde was fresh to the force, but he was smart. Too smart for his own good sometimes. But when it came down to it, those two were some of his best officers. He doubted they wouldn't get it done. Hell, Wilde helped Hopps solve a case no one else could solve and he hadn't even been on the force yet.
A knock on the door drew his attention. He looked up to see Clawhauser open the door, out of breath. "Chief," he gasped. "We found the Weasel."
"What?" Bogo asked. "Where is he?"
"He's in the-" Clawhauser took another long breath. "Interrogation room." He panted. "I need to invest in a treadmill."
Bogo shook his head and stood, quickly walking out past Clawhauser. "You need to lay off the doughnuts too. Otherwise it won't make a difference. I'd know. I had to lose forty pounds in a month. Didn't make it, but I gave it my best."
Clawhauser nodded and walked back towards the front desk while Bogo walked down to the interrogation room. Why did Weaselton pop up now? He'd completely went underground and they'd seen neither hide nor hair of him, and he just pops back to the surface? This could go really well, or really bad.
"Weaselton," Bogo rumbled as he stepped into the room. "Duke Weaselton. Plenty of counts of petty theft, one of arson, and a few more of shoplifting. You aren't accused of anything yet, so why the hell did you run away, and make us have to search for you as we would a missing mammals?"
"I don't deal with cops," the weasel said simply before shuddering. "Usually."
"Then why are you here?" Bogo asked.
"Because, you're probably the least likely to have a dirty cop working," Weaselton answered.
Bogo glared at him. "I don't deal with dirty cops. In my precinct or any other."
"Good," Weaselton said. "That makes you probably the most trustworthy here."
"And why is that?" Bogo asked.
The weasel's eyes shifted around, as if looking for something. "Because someone's trying to kill me."
William finished off the breakfast sandwich he had gotten from McDonkey's and sat down at a bench at a nearby park. The sandwich tasted great, but he could almost feel pounds packing themselves on. He began to make a mental list of what to do today. He needed to buy more clothes, the normal toiletries, or as close as they got, and he needed to find an option for work. He looked at his watch and saw that it had only been about an hour. Would anything be open right now?
He stood up and began to walk back to the apartment. Perhaps the landlady would have some advice. He saw young children walking down the sidewalks, probably going to school. A few were playing soccer, or at least something similar. A cub kicked the ball too hard and the ball came flying at him. With ease, William reached up, caught the ball, and spun it on his finger. He dropped it to the ground and passed the ball back to the cub who promptly returned to playing with a thank you to William.
He continued on and soon arrived at home. He walked in and began to look for the landlady. She wasn't at the counter, and he couldn't see anyone in the back office. He shrugged and walked up the stairs. At his room, he saw the armadillo berating the animals that he could only assume were the ones from the loud room.
"What's going on?" He wondered aloud.
"Something about a lost key," Judy said as she stepped out. "She's a little grumpy right now, so I wouldn't bother her."
"I see," William mused. "Well, see you later, Officer Hopps."
"See you, Will," she replied as she quickly scampered down the stairs before running back up. "Oh, and my parents messaged me back. They said that they really need another set of paws for the next few days. A few of my siblings all caught rabbititis, so they're unable to help right now."
"So what do I do?" William asked.
"Find a train to Bunnyburrow," Judy answered. "And pack up your stuff for a few days. The next train to Bunnyburrow should be leaving at noon, if I remember correctly."
"Any reason why the rush?" William asked.
"I think they're a bit behind schedule for the harvest right now," Judy replied.
"Tell him I'll be on the next train to Bunnyburrow I can find," William replied. After all, he wasn't too attached to where he was right now. He just got there. He turned to the landlady who was walking back towards them. "Hey, can I turn in my key? I'm going to be leaving."
"Fine," she huffed, holding out her paw. He fished the key out of his pocket and dropped it in her outstretched palm.
William then walked out into the city, looking for an open clothing store, and a place to buy a pack. He had a certain timetable to keep now.
"Hey, Carrots," Nick said with a smirk as he saw Judy walk in. "Long time no see."
"We saw each other last night," she said with a roll of her eyes.
"Did you miss me?" He asked smugly.
"You? Pfffff. No. I actually was dreading coming to work and seeing your ugly mug again," Judy said sarcastically, rolling her eyes.
"Carrots!" Nick cried dramatically, reeling back, holding a paw over his heart as he adopted a wounded look. "I'm hurt! How could you say that about me? The fox that's finally become a cop to help you out."
"You didn't have to be a cop," Judy retorted. "I'm proud of you, and glad you are, but it was your choice."
"Well you certainly made it easier," Nick replied.
Judy looked at him. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"I'm just saying," Nick said, tweaking her ear playfully. "You're quite the inspiration. I mean, you even inspired little Toot Toot to follow his dreams."
"I thought you guys dropped that scam," Judy deadpanned.
"We did," Nick replied. "Last I heard, Fin was looking into being a chauffeur."
"Really?" Judy asked.
"Really, really," Nick answered.
The two stepped into the bullpen and both climbed up into one chair that would hold a larger mammal usually. McHorn sat down beside them and took a sip of coffee. One that he didn't usually have. Many other mammals filed in and Nick noticed that a few more than usual had coffee. "Late night?" He asked.
"Yeah," McHorn rumbled. He then proceeded to mumble something about a stupid weasel and protection.
Chief walked in, and the banging on the tables began as the daily occurrence started, though this time it was a little more subdued.
"Alright! Enough!" Chief shouted. He then began to list off the assignments, and Nick's thoughts turned to why they were all so tired. He listened once his and Judy's names were called. "Hopps, Wilde. Parking duty." Judy's face fell and it was likely mirrored by his own. "Just kidding!" The chief said with a laugh. "We have a street racer going through the streets. Stop him in his tracks." With that, he turned and left.
"Well," Nick sighed as they left. "How much do you want to bet that was as revenge for my prank?"
"Nick," Judy hissed. "Don't do anything stupid today. Please."
"Alright, I won't," Nick said. "So let's go catch this guy."
William stood at the train station and waited. The train was supposed to be there soon, and he was a little nervous. It was bad enough that the mammals at Zootopia were freaked out at him. He wondered how the small town of Bunnyburrow would receive him. Wait, did Judy even tell them that he was a human? Hell, did they even know he was coming?
He heard the train coming and hoisted his pack over his shoulder. He had enough for a few days, and that was all he needed. The train doors opened and William stepped in through the larger doors. While he wasn't quite as big as some of the animals, he was much too big to get through the smaller doors, and he doubted he could even get a foot into the doors for the rodents. As he stepped through he saw glances from other mammals at him and he rolled his eyes. Idiots. He sat down on an empty bench and noticed a tiger cub looking at him. He pulled out his phone and new earbuds, putting them in and pulling up some music. He wished he had some of his music from his era. Wait a second. He had enough memory in the chip that it recorded practically every song he heard.
"God, I'm such an idiot," he muttered placing his hand over the back of his neck, the watch changing into a cord that plugged into the back of his neck and then stretched down into the phone port, transferring songs he had loved or heard into the phone. After a few seconds, the cord disconnected and reformed into his watch. He put it on random play and was greeted by the song "Anywhere but here," by Simple Plan. He leaned back, closed his eyes and listened to the music as the train pulled out.
He felt a tap on his knee, causing him to open his eyes. He saw the little tiger cub looking at him. "Uh, hi," he said with a slight wave.
The tiger looked at him with wide eyes. "Uh, what are you?" he asked.
William chuckled. "I'm a human," he said simply.
"What's a human?" the tiger cub asked.
"Jack!" A voice called. The cub and William turned to see an elderly tigress at a different bench, squinting through her glasses. "Leave that poor mammal alone. Don't just bother others."
"It's alright, Ma'am," William said. "The day the young lose their curiosity is the day the world ends." The tigress seemingly didn't hear him, or perhaps just ignored him. He turned to the tiger cub. "I'm a human. We were basically your predecessors."
"What are pred-ec-ess-ors?" The cub asked, sounding out the word hesitantly. "Is it something like a predator? Cause that's what others call me."
"No," William said with a chuckle. "It means something or someone who was followed or replaced."
"Is that why you look so weird?" the cub asked. "I haven't seen anyone that looks like you."
"I'm the last human," William answered.
"How?" The cub asked. William was about to answer when the train slowed with a screech. William caught the cub as he fell forward and looked towards the front as the lights flickered. A bang on the door echoed through the car and William pushed the cub behind him.
A hooded figure watched a screen in front of him with interest. A new… individual, had shown up, and he was interested. There were many plans set in motion, but none ever succeeded due to the idiocy of those who were the necessary go betweens. A test for this creature would be in order. The screen showed the creature in the train. It was easy to tap into the camera systems. Even easier to get the operatives on the train. A sigh escaped the hooded figure. "Let's see what you're made of."
The train began to move again and the door slid open, revealing a ram, who somehow was much larger than he should be. The horizontal pupils darted around the car, and a cruel smile twisted across his face. "Perfect," the ram snarled. "Plenty of filthy preds here." He pulled what William could only describe as a paintball gun from his back. Many of the passengers gasped, and a few outright screamed.
"Hey!" William called. He needed to keep the ram's attention on him. At least until he found out what was in the gun. "What do you think you're doing?!"
"What should have been done a long time ago," the Ram snarled. He leveled the gun at William's face and fired. William's mental command caused the nanite fabric to quickly spread across his body, the nanosteel covering the bottom half of his face as he leaned back away, causing the paintball to smash against the mask, covering it with a strange blue substance that was not paint.
"What the…?" The ram muttered.
"That's not paint," William growled. He shot forward, and dropped, spinning, and sweeping the goat's legs out from underneath him. This was followed by reaching up, snatching the gun out of his hooves and tossing it away. The ram landed hard, the wind rushing out of him. William quickly grabbed him and threw him on his front. He wrenched both hooves back and let some nanosteel form cuffs over his hooves. Then, with ease, he picked him up under his arm.
"You have two options," William said. "Tell me what was in the gun, or I'll find out myself by shooting you with it." The ram just laughed. "What's so funny?" William growled.
"It's reversible," the Ram laughed. "Not too harmful."
"It's Nighthowler," a mammal called out. William turned to see a lioness. "It's meant to cause damage through others."
"Care to elaborate?" William asked.
The lioness nodded. "A little while ago, a huge plot, led by Assistant Mayor Bellwether was enacted to start convincing the city that predators were going savage. This is what caused it. These little bits of the liquid would cause them to to go insane, attacking everything."
William nodded before turning back to the ram. "Alright, new questions. Who all is with you, and what are your plans?"
"I'm not telling you a thing," the ram growled.
"Fine then," William said. He grabbed the ram by the horns and dragged him towards the doors between cars. "If you won't talk, I'll just toss you off the train. I don't have time for this." He opened the door and the ram began so shriek.
"I'll talk! I'll talk!" he cried. William tossed him back in. "There are two others. One's at the engine, the other's giving him backup. We were supposed to dart predators on the train and let them loose in Bunnyburrow!"
"A town of prey attacked by a horde of predators," William mused. "Well, who came up with this plan?"
"We were given everything in a box that was delivered to my door," the ram answered hurriedly. William slammed him against an armrest and the nanosteel cuffs quickly bound themselves to the armrest before he set them to be dormant.
"Hey," he called to the lioness. "If he tries to escape. Shear him."
"Shear?!" The ram bleated.
"How close?" the lioness asked with a grin.
"Not quite enough to draw blood," William said. "But if you accidentally cut him…" he shrugged. "It'll be fine." He then turned and stepped through the doors. The gun would be a bad idea in these conditions. He was a great shot, but he didn't want to leave anything up to chance.
The figure tapped impatiently at the armrest. The creature was good. And ruthless. Maybe he'd be useful. The figure turned back to the screen, shifting to another camera.
William peered through each door before stepping through and each time he saw cowering mammals. Many older mammals protecting their young. Some shied away from him, but that was to be expected. He was wearing body armor that concealed most of him anyway. He walked through the last car and peered into the engine. He saw a large hare at the controls and a buck watching the hare from the side. The buck held a baseball bat over his shoulder and the hare had another of the paintball guns at his side. This was going to be harder than he would expect. The buck's antlers would be the most dangerous, but the hare with another one of those guns would be able to cause a lot of havoc.
He slowly began to weaken the door's locking mechanism and hinges with the nanosteel. The nanosteel slowly cutting through the hinges and lock. Nanosteel was stronger than most metals. Especially if it was being actively controlled. He left it for a few more seconds and then pulled the nanosteel back into his suit. He took a step back and then slammed his shoulder into the door, smashing it off its weakened hinges. The buck turned and raised his bat, but he never had a chance to use it. William planted a foot in his stomach and when the buck bowed over in pain, kneed him in the jaw. The hare reached for the gun, but William was faster, grabbing the hare by his ears and throwing him into the buck,who was already unsteady, causing them to fall over. William wasted no time, quickly grabbing the hare and tying him to one of the buck's antlers with nanosteel before binding the buck's four hooves together. He grabbed the other antler and dragged the pair into the train car.
"Where's the conductor," he snarled.
The hare groaned and seemed to think about objecting, but he thought better of it and visibly deflated. "He's in the baggage compartment," he said, gesturing to the overhead compartment. William opened the compartment to see a smaller rabbit, tied and gagged.
"Well," William said with a dry chuckled. "At least you can say your job wasn't boring." He pulled the rabbit out and untied him.
"Thanks," the rabbit said simply. He quickly ran to the engine and William heard him radio in about the attempt on the train. "There was a third," he said to William.
"Already got him," William replied. "He's tied up in another car. I'll bring these two with me so they're all in the same place."
The rabbit nodded. "We'll be in Bunnyburrow in close to ten minutes. These idiots pushed the speed, so we're ahead of schedule."
"Alright," William said with a nod as he grabbed the buck's antler and began to drag him again. "It's alright folks," he said to the still frightened Mammals. "Everything's under control."
The figure scoffed at the screen and then pulled out a remote which was used to turn off the screen. The figure stood up and laughed. "A new variable. Not all that surprising, all things considered. Perhaps it's time to bring in new players. And old players too." Lights flickered on, and the figure walked down a hallway to a set of thick metal doors. "Let's see how things play out. Too soon will tip the hand. All good things to those who wait."
As the train pulled into the station, William stood, grabbing the ram by one leg and the buck by his antler. The hare still bound to the antler was muttering something about not being paid enough, but William just didn't care. He was greeted by a tall muscular buck in a sheriff's outfit. Not counting the antlers, the buck was an inch or two taller, but he wasn't much taller. "Are you the one that stepped up on the train?" the buck asked.
"Uh, yes?" William said, half questioning.
"Good job," the buck said simply as he gave Nick a nod. "If these yahoo's had actually finished their plot, we'd be, well, to put it frankly, screwed."
"It's not a problem," William said.
"Not anymore, thanks to you," the buck said. "But anyway, welcome to Bunnyburrow." William released each one in turn, taking back the nanosteel, letting the sheriff cuff each mammal. As the buck led them away, William turned and looked at the station, that was swarming with rabbits.
"Woah," he breathed. "That's a lot of bunnies."
Nick and Judy walked past the front desk, holding a cuffed sloth. "Why're you holding him?" Clawhauser asked.
"He wasn't moving almost at all!" Judy complained. "If we had waited for him, we'd end up being there until nightfall!"
"Fair point," Clawhauser admitted. "What'd you get him on?"
"You know the speedster Bogo had us go to catch?" Judy huffed. "This is the guy."
"The sloth?" Clawhauser asked, disbelieving. "Most sloths barely can drive! Or even get where they're going on time!"
"Well this guy can," Judy drawled. "Isn't that right, Flash?"
"I….plead…." the sloth began.
"The fifth?" Judy asked with annoyance.
"My…fifth….amendment…right," he finished.
"Well," Nick chuckled. "We caught him. Though we could probably just leave him here and he wouldn't have gotten far by morning."
"No, Nick," Judy grumbled. "Let's get him to a cell." She huffed as she began to walk again, Nick right behind her, the two of them holding the sloth.
Bogo watched unnoticed from his office. He rolled his eyes. What were the odds that the sloth would be the speedster? And the fact that he was moving with ability that showed much faster reaction times… it was astounding, though illegal. His phone on his desk began to ring and Bogo sighed. He picked up the phone and sat down. "Hello?" He asked.
"Uh, sir," the voice of Clawhauser said. "We have three perps down at Bunnyburrow."
"And how is this our problem? Or even in our jurisdiction for that matter?" Bogo grumbled before taking a drink of coffee.
"Well, they were attacking the train, and had Nighthowler serum," Clawhauser stated, causing Bogo to spew his coffee. He rubbed his face as he groaned.
"Goddamnit," he muttered. "So what do they want?"
"They want us to take the perps over here so that they are held more securely until their trial which will be held here as they commited the crime on the train leaving our station," Clawhauser answered. "So do we have anyway of doing this?"
"Hopps and Wilde just got back," Bogo answered. "We'll send them to the station. The Bunnyburrow sherif will have to take them back on the train for the transfer."
"Alright," Clawhauser said. "I'll tell him that."
Bogo sighed. "Why can't we get rid of that damn plant!"
William looked around the station. There were lots of mammals, mostly bunnies, though there were some other mammals, such as stoats, a fox, and a tiger even. Several sheep also were spread through the crowd, and several watched the sheriff, or more accurately, the prisoners. They had varying degrees of disbelief, disgust, or anger. They obviously didn't care for how these mammals had acted, but it was concerning to say the least. What was going to happen if the serum was used? Hell, what would have happened if it had hit him? He was mostly confident that the nanites in his bloodstream would have helped him removed the serum from his body quickly, but how quickly? It was worth thinking about. He might need to get more extensive body armor, or at least something to cover his face.
With that thought, he turned and looked through the crowd. How the hell was he going to find his new employers?
Stu Hopps looked around the station for the bunny that Judy had sent to help out. Bonnie stood right beside him. He couldn't see any bunnies that weren't already meeting with family, or were usual residents. "Where is this guy?" He wondered. "Better call Judy. Should probably let her know about what happened on the train too." He pulled out his phone and placed the call, listening to it ring on the other end. After two rings, it was picked up and he heard chuckling on the other end.
"Hey Dad," he heard Judy say as someone else laughed in the background. "What's going on?"
"Oh, nothing much," he responded. "But there was something that happened on the train."
"Oh, yeah," Judy answered. "We heard about that. Did anyone get hurt?"
"Not that I know of," Stu replied. "But besides that, what's the name of the bunny you sent to help us?"
"He's not a bunny, Dad," Judy said. "I never said he was a bunny. And he's pretty hard to miss."
"Well, what's he look like?" Stu asked. In his head he cursed, and prayed for it not to be a big predator. A deer, a vole, even a badger. Just not a lion, or tiger, or anything else that could see him as simply a snack. And definitely not a fox. Gideon becoming a good fox didn't make the rest of them good.
"Well…," Judy started. "He looks really… different. He doesn't have much fur. He's about as tall as a deer, or wolf, and he doesn't have a tail either."
"I see," Stu said, as he saw a mammal that fit that description, but he really hoped it wasn't him. He was large. Very large. He could easily have three more bunnies stacked on top of each other, and still they'd be shorter. Perhaps a different mammal, one who lost his fur and tail in an accident?
"He's also probably looking for you," Judy said. "He doesn't know who you are." The mammal was looking around, and no one seemed to recognise him.
"Sweet cheese and crackers," Stu muttered. "What's his name?"
"William," Judy replied. "William Dante Alistair." She paused. "You see him, don't you." Stu didn't answer. "Dad, he's not gonna eat you. Or bite you for that matter."
"But he could," Stu halfway whined.
"Dad…," Judy drawled.
"I know, I know," he answered. "Alright. Thanks for your help. See you later Jude the Dude." He hung up and did his best to pluck up his courage. Who knows? He might not the be the one.
"I think that's him," Stu told Bonnie. They walked towards the mammal who had turned so his back was too them now. "Excuse me?" Stu asked. The mammal turned around looked around, then did a double take, looking down at the rabbits. He crouched down, so that he was sitting on his heels almost. "Are you William?"
"Yeah," The mammal said.
Stu mentally said strike one. "William Alistair?" The mammal nodded. Strike two. "William Dante Alistair?" he nodded again. Strike three. "I'm Stu Hopps," he said. "I was told you're looking for work?"
"Yes I am," William said. "I was told you're looking for help?"
"Well, yes," Stu said. He felt his courage start to fade in face of this large mammal.
"We're a little short handed," Bonnie said, saving him from having to continue. Thank god for that bunny. "We were expecting to have to get lots more help, but if you're willing, you might actually be all the help we need."
"Sure thing, Mrs. Hopps," William said. "I'm just looking for work, so a few days of work will be fine."
"Have you ever worked on a farm?" Bonnie asked.
"No," William answered. "But I'm a quick learner and I'm used to hard work."
"Well then," Bonnie said. "You're hired. We'll discuss your pay on the way to the farm."
"Yes Ma'am," William said. The three walked off towards the end of the station and William saw a slightly run down blue pickup truck. One that was much too small for him to ride in.
"Oh cheese and crackers," Bonnie said. "I don't know how we'll get you to the farm. I didn't think about how you're, well, a bit big for the truck. Stu, behind the two, silently pumped his fist once as he mentally cheered. The mammal wouldn't be able to come with them!
"Oh it'll be fine," William said. Stu stopped and looked up at him. "I'll just run alongside you guys. Can I put my bag in the back?"
"Are you sure?" Bonnie asked. "We can try to get you a cab, or we can all walk."
"It'll be fine, Ma'am," William said.
"Well, if you're sure," Bonnie said hesitantly. Stu mentally cursed. A deal was a deal, but he'd be watching this mammal. And most likely keeping his fox taser on hand. It was meant for foxes and other mammals of similar size, but if he cranked up the energy, it'd definitely put him out.
William put his pack in the back of his truck and waited for the two rabbits to get in. Stu turned the keys and the truck revved to life, among much sputtering and gasping of the engine. Stu slowly pressed the gas and the truck began to drive down the road. Only at a measly ten miles per hour. He looked out the window to see William jogging along with no apparent effort. "You can go faster if you want," William called. Stu nodded and pushed the gas, increasing the speed up to the full limit on that road of forty five miles per hour.
"Stu," Bonnie chided. "You can't possibly expect him to keep this speed." She looked out the window and stopped. "Well, I guess he can." Stu looked out the window to see William keeping pace with ease, breathing slow and steady as his feet pounded the ground, keeping him right beside the truck.
"I don't know if this is a good idea, Bonnie," Stu said just loud enough for her to hear. "When we said we'd need help and that Judy's friend could come and work for us, we were expecting a rabbit. Well, at least I was."
"True," Bonnie said. "But Judy's always been a good judge of character. If she trusts him, I think we can trust him." She then turned to Stu with a stubborn look in her eye. "And don't you dare get that fox taser out on him. He's our guest."
"And where would we have him sleep?" Stu asked. "I doubt he'll actually fit inside the burrow! He's much too big! Where would he sleep? The barn?"
"I don't know," Bonnie admitted. "But we'll deal with it, one problem at a time. Besides, he's going out of his way to help us."
Stu was quiet after this. "Well, it's too late to change now, so we'll just make the best of it. But I will be watching him."
"I know you will, Stu," Bonnie consoled him. "But I doubt it'll be entirely necessary."
A.N. Hello all! I finally finished this chapter! Wow, it took a long time. I finally finished it cause I had time on my hands after getting my wisdom teeth out. Now. Just to clear up a few things, William is looking for work, and he had no real reason to want to stay in Zootopia at this point, so he was fine with leaving the city to find work. I know that's not a normal turn of events, but it does make sense. Anyway, please leave a review, and have a good day.