At the end of last month, I did an overseas vacation with a friend, that included a cruise to multiple places around Vietnam. While on the cruise, I felt the lightbulb of story writing, and made a whole 7 chapters for a Zootopia idea I got.

Now, after getting a blank mind of forgetfulness and dealing with TAFE, I'm gonna try to upload them. Maybe once a week. Here's the first chapter. Enjoy.

11:23pm, On A Dark Road Outside Zootopia...

"...the debates continue to rage on. Conversations about humans are sweeping across the land, and are showing no signs of slowing down. Police are being dispatched to make sure nothing escalates, and citizens are asked to report any sightings of heated arguments immediat-" Click

The forest bear driving the blue car turns off the radio, sighing. "These debates are going to get some of us killed, I swear."

His wife, sitting next to him in the passenger seat, pats him on the shoulder. "As long as we stay out of it, we'll be fine Jerry." She says reassuringly.

Jerry scowls and keeps his attention focused on the dark, lonely road ahead, a few leaves fluttering past the headlights.

The son in the backseat looks to his parents worriedly. "I sure hope we don't run into one. My friends say they're dangerous."

Jerry looks into the rear view mirror at his son. "Don't you worry about THAT, Dillon. They're gone. And for good reason."

Dillon wasn't so sure, but quietened down and simply sat back, doing his best to not fall asleep.

They drove in the silence for a while, until Jerry saw someone and slowed down to a stop. He had no choice, as the figure was standing in the middle of the road, blocking where they were driving. "Grr, moron. Trace, move him." He growled.

Trace sighed and got out of the car, walking over to the figure. It looked half the size of her, and she figured she could easily fend them off in a scuffle.

As she got closer, the details of the figure got more into view. A black leather coat with a hoodie, grey long pants and sneakers. They simply looked down at the ground as Trace approached, who tapped them on the shoulder. "Excuse me, can you get off the road?" She asked, trying to be polite.

The figure turned slightly to them, the shadow of their hoodie hiding their features. Trace grabbed their arm. "Please, you're blocking-"

Her plea was suddenly cut off as the figure suddenly fully turned to them and pointed a loaded tranquilizer revolver at them. Their hood swished around, and Trace gasped at the sight underneath.

She saw a sight that she never thought she would see. It seemed to be a human, a young man, but he had cat features on his face. Whiskers, pointed ears, small pink nose, and feline eyes. He had black fur on his ears, and a black paw held the tranquilizer gun. Trace even saw a black tail standing on end behind him.

The figure scowled at Trace, staring her down with darkened eyes. Jerry, watching from the car, watched in fear, not wanting to escalate the situation he was suddenly watching. "M-mummy!" Dillon in the back called out.

The figure sharply turned to the voice, his eyes staring down the young bear. Dillon seemed to hold his breath as he looked back, worry and desperation in his eyes.

The figure soon turned back to Trace, and used his tranquilizer gun to gesture to the car. "Get back in the car."

Trace quietly nodded and walked back to her seat, the figure following behind, his tranquilizer gun locked onto her. He opened the back of the car where Dillon was, and gestured to him to move down. "Make room, you."

Dillon sniffled and undid his seatbelt, then moved down to behind his father's seat, as the figure sat behind his mother. Once their seatbelts were done up, the figure pointed the tranquilizer gun at Trace through the hole near the top of the seat, and turned to Jerry. "Drive on."

Jerry got the car going again and continued on his route. Silence filled the air for a while, with only the sound of the car and wind outside. The figure never moved, his tranquilizer gun pointed intently at Trace. Dillon was worried, as he noticed the figure's strange features, and the figure soon noticed him staring. He turned to the young bear, and he looked at him worriedly. "Are... Are you a human?" He asked.

The figure scoffed. "Barely. I would call myself a neko, but that would imply I don't care about my people."

Dillon's worry was only slightly replaced by confusion, but decided to be quiet and wait nervously as his father drove on, soon coming to the outskirts of Zootopia.

On the border, two police officers came out and put out their paws to stop the car. Jerry got nervous about his family's safety due to the figure being armed, but it seemed he was prepared for this. Tranquilizer gun still held, he folded his arms into his coat, the gun now pointed at Dillon, and dipped his head, eyes closed. He held that position as the officer came up, a snow leopard.

The officer waited for Jerry to roll down his window then poked his head in. "Evening sir. May I ask what brings you to Zootopia?" He asked as he surveyed the inside.

Jerry, glancing at the bulge that was the tranquilizer gun in the side of the figures coat, kept his cool, speaking clearly so the figure could hear him. "I'm a resident here, officer. Me and my family were just coming back from a show."

The officer looked to the seeming to be sleeping figure. "HE doesn't seem like a family member."

Jerry shook his head. "No, officer. He's a friend of the family. He's had a long night, so we're helping to take him home." He explained.

The officer nodded and wrote something down in a notepad. "Any of you been drinking tonight?"

"No, officer."

"Seen any disturbances?"

"Disturbances?"

"Fights between citizens. They're getting rowdy due to the whole human thing."

"Oh. No, officer."

After a bit more writing, the officer stood aside. "Alright, thank you sir. Drive on, but be careful." He advised, gesturing to the city ahead.

"Will do. Thank you." With that, Jerry drove off.

Once the officers were out of sight, the figure got out of his position and stretched, then looked out the window, tranquilizer gun in hand. With no word of where he wanted to go, Jerry simply drove down his usual route back to home, tapping the steering wheel with a claw nervously.

They soon came to the main part of the city, where the dark sidewalks were lit by occasional streetlights. The figure pointed his tranquilizer gun at Jerry, watching the window. Taking the hint, Jerry slowed down, drifting slowly down the streets. Dillon whimpered and sunk into his seat, scared to move. The figure eventually noticed a long alleyway that diverted into other streets, and poked Jerry with the barrel of his tranquilizer gun.

"Stop here." He ordered.

Jerry stopped the car, and the figure unbuckled and got out. "Thanks for the help. Stay safe guys. The world is hell, even if you don't realize it."

The figure closed the door and wandered off into the alley, leaving the bears behind. They breathed a sigh of relief, and Jerry drove off.

After some tense silence, Trace spoke up. "Do we report him to police?"

Jerry shook his head. "Don't bother. Whatever he's up to, it's none of our business anymore."

Trace looked forward and hoped Jerry was right. Dillon, having gotten back into his original seat, hugged himself, wondering who that stranger was... And what would happen now that they had basically smuggled him into the city.

His mind couldn't help but think of the expressions of him. Tired. Angry. Perhaps... Scared?

Here we go! Nothing much to say except sorry for not being more active in... ANYTHING regarding fanfics. Let's just say RPing has taken over my life... whoops. Well, hope you enjoyed, and have a great rest of your day.