AN:/ The end wasn't as sad as my draft. As you can clearly tell, that was the end of my story. Seems short, it is in number of chapters, but I think I did okay.

If you read some of my AN's, you'll know what I'm talking about when I say Plot Twist.

Yeah. This story isn't OVER over. Just, Zootopia is. :3 Oh, did I forget to mention this in my AN last chapter? ... I forgot an AN last chapter?.. Well, we all make mistakes! ^^

Yeah. Did that on purpose. :3. I just wanted something sad, cos' funny fluffy scenes are headed your way this chapter, and all that is to come. Well, not fluffy NOW, this is only the beginning.

Because, guess what? PLOT TWIST!

Chapter Summary:

After waking up, Suzanne sees everything as it should be. Though her Mom and Dad are out. She gets herself comfortable and waits for them to return, hopefully with Lunch. As time passes, peculiar noises keep her alert, and ready to attack...With a plastic knife. Of course, she goes to check out the repetitive sounds, only to find nothing. So, calmed and embarrassed, she goes back into her parent's camper, only to find something unexpected, and, in reality, illogical and impossible.

Yawning, I stretch out across my pillows, and give out a grunt of satisfaction when I hear a few good pops from my back. "Alrighty.." I scoot to the edge of the bed, and place my feet on the cold floor. Opting on not getting out socks from my suitcase, I roll my ankles, and sigh. "Mom? Dad?" I call out, leaning over to peer outside the window a few inches in front of my 'room'. The tree's were glowing from the early suns rays.

I stand up, and shake my arms, walking towards the door, and pass the mini fridge beside the small stove. I look back, and see the note taped to the door of the refrigerator. I tiptoe over to it, and peel it off, squint my eyes as I read,

"We went to the store to get some more groceries. Dad left the truck's doors open last night, and all the fresh and frozen stuff rotted and melted. Left at 9, be back around 2. Call us if you need anything.
943-0914 is our cell."

I turn to the clock on the microwave above the stove between cabinets. "12:32... Jeez, how long did I stay up last night?" I mutter, before putting the note back, and I head over to the far right cabinet, reaching up on my toes to get the top Styrofoam bowl. "Dad, why did you have to put the bowls so high?" I grumble, and end up taking the entire tower down, set it on the counter and grab the first one, take the tower apart, put to medium sized stacks side-by-side, and shut the cabinet door.

I breathed out through my nose, and wondered how Mom dealt with Dad and hard to reach places. Glancing around, I spotted a utensil box set near some condiments by a box of from-home stuff set on the counter. I grab it, and pull out a spork. "..Well, it's better than nothin'."

I got out some cereal, Lucky Charms, and poured some milk. Out of the stuff Dad did bring in, milk was one of them. There was like, three gallons in there.
Sitting back down on my haphazard pull out bed, I scoot to the far back, and almost have a heart attack when I reflexively lean in, to screech, only feeling a net and plastic.

I flail, and try to balance myself, and sit there with a bowl of magical cereal raised above my head, as I glared down in fear at the books and technology spread across my bed. I felt like I in the middle of a sacrifice. Pulling the covers over myself, I get situated, and take a spoonful of sweet and bland goodness. Tap, tap- Tap..- tap, tap, tap. Tap.

I froze mid bite, and turned to the sound. It seemed far away, and I furrowed my brows in confusion. A squirrel? Neighbor? It sounded like someone was dancing on bubble wrap, except it was muffled and stopped almost as soon as I looked up. I took another bite of cereal, and carefully lay it down on a more stable side of my bed. Reaching over, I pull out the DVD player from under the sheets, and place it in front of me.

Quickly turning it on, I grin as whatever movie I had in started up their previews. I groaned, and continued to munch on my cereal, humming in delight at the taste, my mood brightening. If I had to wait, but get to eat yummy cereal in the mean time, I can deal with that.

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap- Tap.. I switch my gaze from the screen and to the window to my front right. I squint my eyes, trying to figure out what was making that noise. Tap. Tap-Tap tap..-Tap.- Tap, tap. I glared at it, and turned back to the small screen in front of my lap. I pause for a moment, and listen for anything else. When I didn't hear another 'tapping' noise, I shrug, and plug in my headphones that were lying next to my Yotsuba&! 11.

Sliding them on, I giggle in excitement. I didn't know what movie I last put in. I see the screen and wince slightly at the sudden colors. "Zootopia! Yes! I love this movie! I knew Dad got the disc and rented it for all of us to watch here, but I don't remember putting it in." I mumble to myself, hunching forward to look at the title more clearly. "...Or even get it from the glove compartment in the truck, for that matter.." I narrow my eyes, trying to recall how this got in the player. Dad put it in, maybe? Tap, tap. Tap. Tap...- Tap, tap. tap, tap-.

I groaned, and paused the movie, just as the forest scene started in the beginning. "Are you kidding me? What the heck is making that noise?" I huff, as I precariously lift my leg over the device, my cereal, and books. Stepping down, then moving my other leg over, I almost fall over, but catch myself on the counter, and stand straight.

Walking over to the window again, I peer out, squishing my face up to try and see anything around the camper. Nothing. I raise a brow. Then what is making that noise? It sounds faint, but it's consistent. Turning back to my bed, I decide on trying to ignore the sound. Dad can check it out later.

TAP, TAP, TAP- TAP. TAP- I yelp, and turn back to the window. It sounded like someone was forcefully punching the glass with a piece of metal. Like, how someone pokes a fish tank, except it wasn't as dull. It sounded sharp. My heart started to race, now not even daring to take a step near the window.

I carefully moved away from it, and towards the door. This. This is why I wanted an aluminum bat for my birthday, Mom. No, you wouldn't listen. "You don't play baseball, though!" Don't need to when it comes to beating the crap out of a robber or raper. Aluminum, man, ALUMINUM! I gripped the handle tightly, and squeezed my eyes shut, holding onto a plastic butter knife.

I push the door open, and it nearly slams into the camper wall. I look around, and step out after a few minutes of searching. Nothing. No weird dogs, or scared cats. I was scared, but still.
No thief, no wizard. No one. The gravel crunches under my feet, and I flex my toes, a feeling of deja vu washes over me as I grip some pebbles with my toes.. I shiver, and glare at the ground. What was that?... I feel like I need to remember something.. But what? .. A dream, maybe? I suck at recalling dreams, and when I do, its only after as soon as I wake up from them. Then I forget them if I don't keep going over what it was about.

I sigh in relief. So it was nothing serious. What was making that noise though? I look around, and feel a wind blow across my ankles. I snap my head to the inside of the camper. The AC? I then jolted. I kept the door open, while the AC was on. "That, was what was making the noise!" I exhale through my nose, The damn thing always shakes, and stutters when it's powered up.
I walk back up the few steps, and pull at the door handle, closing it, smiling. Feeling a little silly for freaking out over a few little noises, I back up, to stare at the window, and tap it a few times, chuckling. "I feel so stupid right now. Me, thinking something was trying to get inside this dull camper." I giggle again, and turn around.

My eyes widened, and I froze in my spot. "Uh..." I gulp, and step back a bit. Where?... Where did they-?.. Why are they- They look.. They look like..

I scream, and so do they, and the fox grabs the nearest thing, which so happens to be a ketchup bottle, and chucks it at me, crouching down.
The rabbit was on the counter, and held a butcher knife. What the-

"WHAT, WHAT, WHAT?! WHAT IS- WHY, WHY ARE YOU WEARING CLOTHES?!" I yelled, smacking the bottle away, and he throws a can of corn at me from inside one of the boxes, a look of pure terror on his face. "Ow, hey! Hey! Watch it!" I move away, and duck behind a chair, as another can sails over my head. "DUDE!" I screech, and pick it up, throwing it at him, and he yelps, dodging it by scrambling towards the other side of the camper.

I wait for a few seconds before slowly lifting my head from my shield, and something hard and metallic hit me right in the middle of the forehead. I groaned, and fell to the side, clutching my head. "..Ugh, Ow.. Why.. Oww.." I rubbed around the aching spot, more than likely going to bruise.
I felt something soft touch the side of my head, and I winced, the pounding in my head from the assault, and allergies.
"Nick, why did you do that?" My eyes snapped open. I looked over, and I stared in disbelief. "She screamed her head off! What did you expect me to do? Wait until she stopped and shake her hand?" The clothed fox, narrowed his eyes, another can of beets in his right hand.. Er, paw?

"Nick! She was just surprised, that's all. If she was going to hurt us, she would've as soon as she saw us." I assumed the rabbit was the one beside me. There could be more of them. "She had a knife!" The rabbit shook her head. "A plastic, butter knife? Please, if anything, she was just freaked out by all the noise you were making."

So I guess it wasn't the air conditioner. "So, uh.. Hey, over here." They both look over at me, as I sat up, ignoring the pain in my head. "..I-I cant.. Believe this, you need to.. Go." I shake my head, confused and slightly scared.

The rabbit, who I seriously think is Judy, steps forward. "Listen.. We're.. Looking for someone. I know, this is hard to.. Take in? But, we really need to find her." She sounded desperate. I sigh, and look at the ground.

"Earlier, you called him Nick, right?" I ask her, and she nods, before gasping. "Oh! Right! He's Nick Wilde, and I'm Judy Hopps." I nod my head, and shake her paw. Well, that's a first. I looked over to Nick.
He still hadn't moved from his spot on top of the counter. "Suzanne Daniels." I say, and Judy freezes. She gazes at me with something close to realization and relief. I raise a brow, and jolt when Nick walks forward, and stares me straight in the eyes.

"What?" I ask, and he narrows his eyes. He looked over to Judy, and then back to me. I had leaned back, wondering what his deal was. He opened his mouth to speak, when a door slamming shut had me at my feet. I turned to the window, having Judy beside me after climbing the chair and land on the table. "What? What is it?" She asked, trying to see.

"My parents. They're back." I answer, and turn to her. "You need to hide. Now." Judy frowns, but nods. I go to the door, and open it, Dad already making his way across the gravel. "Nick, come on!" I hear Judy, and then some ruffling, and clattering, before everything went silent. I turned and looked around, and didn't find a trace of the two of them. I sighed, opening the door for my Dad, who was outside holding 5 bags of groceries. He handed them to me, and I grunted at the sudden weight.
"I am.. Such a wuss." I lift them onto the counter, and start opening up the cabinets. While I was getting more groceries, and putting them away, I noticed I had closed one cabinet. I walked closer to it, and gripped the edge, pulling it open, only for it to be pulled back, slamming shut. I jumped back, and choked on air at the sound of footsteps and the door closing.

"Suz'? Oh, there you are. So how long did you sleep this time?" I hear my Dad's voice. I stare at the cabinet. "Oh, the usual. 1 to 12." I mumble, and turn my back to it as he walks beside me, and opens the one on the far right, setting a few more bags down. "So, how long did Mom lecture you this time?" I ask casually, smirking at his pause. "Well, uh.. The whole ride there and back." I chuckle, and shake my head. "No wonder you sound grumpy." I heard him snort, and he walked to his and Mom's 'room'.
I sighed, and as Mom came in, I sat down on my bed, making sure to keep an eye on the cabinet. She closed the door, and used her cane to scoot a box away so she could walk through.

"Did you eat anything? We brought home lunch." She said, and I nod, as she handed me a bag of Sonic. How far dd they drive? "Yeah, and thanks Mom. I'm a bit hungry."

It was dark again, and I all but forgot the two strange creatures hiding inside one of the camper's cabinets, waiting for my cue to come out.
Well, I fell asleep.

(POV change)

Both the fox, and the rabbit, had little room, but much time to talk and figure out things.

"Carrots, I don't believe it." Nick said, and turned away, a clear look of pain on his face. Judy crossed her arms, tapping her foot. "We went over this, Nick." She ceased her foot-tapping, fearing she might alert something dangerous.
"When we landed in the middle woods, it was only the two of us. Who was closest to me and you, when.. When it happened?" Judy said, ears down. Nick continued to stare at his paws. "Suzanne was. If we both are here, then she must be too. Bellwether couldn't of made it, she wasn't as close to Suzanne as we were." Judy continued to speak, as Nick's ears lowered at the familiar name. "I could see that it only affected anything or anyone within a 10 foot radius."

His eyes slowly began to narrow. "She is who she says she is, I know it." Judy claimed, and Nick snapped. "How can she be? She isn't even- She's not like us.- It's not possible!" He growled out, as Judy frowned at him. "So is having your body fade away, and end up in another world. Nick, I'm scared too," Nick put his head in his hands, and slid them down his muzzle, to clasp them in front of him. "But that doesn't mean you have to-" "Listen to me. She is not her, she will never be her, and even if she was..- Even if.." Nick stopped, and only looked to the only source of light in the dark and cramped space.

They had to quickly find a place to hide, and this was the first thing Judy saw. She dragged Nick, and as soon as she shut the door, he knew he'd be here for awhile. So, it's been about 4 hours, and still no sign or sound of a cue for them to come out. Nick was getting tired, and so was Judy, but they couldn't afford to fall asleep now.

Judy sighed, slumping her shoulders. "How could she possibly know who we were looking for?" Judy stated, leaning back against the wood. He opened his mouth, ready to retort, "It cant be a coincidence, Nick. Same first and last name. There's little chance.." Nick rolled his eyes, and grumbled. Judy put a paw to his shoulder.
"She is, Nick. I know it's difficult for you, it is for me, but.. She's our only chance. You want her back, and so do I."

He sighed, and rubbed his temples. "I just.. She's not..." Judy smiled, and tilted her head so that she could see his face better. "Shes not like us? Nick, I know you. And I also know you don't just love someone for their looks. She was a beautiful fox..." Nick smirked, and shook his head slightly. "But I know for a fact, that you loved her for her personality, and who she was... 'A pretty face is just a bonus', after all." She worded the last part, after what the vixen had said to her back on the gondola while Nick was still looking out.

That made Nick chuckle, then he let out a breath, grimacing. "Fine, Carrots. Fine..." Judy clapped her paws, and kicked the door open, and hopped out. Nick gaped down at her, looking to the left, finding two others, who were asleep, then to the right, finding someone else was asleep too. Judy gestured for him to jump down too.
He landed on the floor, and continued to gape at Judy. She turned, and raised an eyebrow. "What? - Oh! Yeah! I knew it was alright to come out for awhile now, I just needed you to accept that she," Judy points to the sleeping bundle of blankets and pillows. "Is who we are looking for. We just need to ask some questions, and then we'll see what we have to work with."

Nick groaned, face-pawing, as Judy nudged him, and she hopped up onto the girls bed, and sat down near the edge, staring at the lake and trees in front of her. "She might also know where we are, too.."

Because this sure wasn't Zootopia.

AN:/ There were people telling me that they wanted my to continue everything in the world of Zootopia- The thing is, I had this planned for awhile now. Though I may... Do something involving Zootopia later on... x3 For now, this is what I have in mind. ^^

Hope you enjoyed, and not hate or find less interest in this than the past Zootopia story! :D