The Show

A few months had now passed since the arrest, and it was like the city had been born anew. The crime rates had dropped significantly, and the crimes themselves were milder. The prisons had become rehab facilities with cells that looked better than most college dorms. Many of Nick Wilde's old friends, finally released and given back, had very interesting words with Nick as a police officer.

A change had happened in the force. Many members had left but some stayed. The ones that stayed changed their ways. Many re-took classes at the academy to acclimatize to the new ways.

Well except for Officer Chris T. Brown, he was a fucking prep.

Nick Wilde and Judy Hopps were both digging this new change, as they had both hoped for this. The city's new era had fully begun.

The two were in their apartment after their day on the force.

"So," Judy then said, "Tonight".

"Yeah," Nick said, "Black Metal Night at Varg's Inferno."

Varg's Inferno was a 200 capacity bar/concert venue in Tundratown that opened the previous year, owned by no one other than Will Minklason. Turns out, for over a year, he had wanted to close his church, and Revi's burning had kinda made it convenient. He had now become very absorbed into the Tundratown Black Metal scene. The venue stood on the very ground as the burned church, and was designed to look like a burning church as well. Many legendary bands had now come, including Dark Funeral, Venom, Mayhem, and even a surprise appearance from the mighty Behemoth.

"Indeed," Judy replied, "this is gonna fucking rip!"

The two drove over to Tundratown, blasting they're favorite tunes with the windows down. Nick was wearing a Children Of Badger (RIP Alexi) shirt while Judy was wearing a satanic Dark Funeral t-shirt.

As the two pulled up in front of the concert venue, they immediately got in line. The show tonight was all ages, as it sometimes is (though because it is a bar, there
are sometimes age limits). The two then realized that right in front of them, stood the entire Otterton family.

"MITEN MENEE MOTHERFUCKERS!" Nick Wilde shouted at them in Finnish. They all suddenly turned around.

"Slick fuckin' Nick!" Emmitt Otterton, the first to see them, replied.

"Judith Worsnop Hopps and Nicholas Piberius Järvelä Wilde! Both of you motherfuckers at this show!" Mrs. Otterton then replied.

They both went up to hug the two. Mrs. Otterton was wearing a black Death Angel shirt and Emmitt was wearing an Arch Enemy shirt.

"Oh so great to see you again," Mrs. Otterton replied.

The younger ones came up. Alister, the cousin, was wearing an Otter Ogan shirt. Corey, the older brother, had on an Amaranthe t-shirt, while Piper, the younger sister, was wearing her usual soccer uniform but also put corpse paint on her face.

"Oh shit," Alister Otterton then said, "gonna be a fucking killer show tonight. So many local bands."

"It'll be fucking ripper!" Piper said.

"Yo Piper," Corey said, "bet you are the youngest one at this show."

Piper was only about six years old. Meanwhile Corey was nine while Alister was 16.

"Also," Piper said, "I'm never not going to say this. Bellwether is actually Zargothrax."

"Oh," Nick replied, "Nice". It had been two years since the whole Night Howler scare, but Piper was still holding onto her beliefs.

"Oh and look right there."

Indeed right there was Duke Weaselton. He was wearing a black Behemoth shirt that had a burning church on it.

"Hi there," Duke then said, "Okay don't judge me. Just because I'm wearing a shirt with a burning church doesn't mean I burned one."

"Well," Judy replied, "to be honest, that shirt is fucking sick."

"Fuck yeah man," Nick then said, "looks like you've come some ways since your former days."

"Hey that rhymed!" Alister shouted.

"Well I have," Duke Weaselton replied, "and I will continue to do so. Oh yeah, and one more thing, RED ROCKET! YUM!"

Duke Weaselton is a massive man-child.

As they walked in, they all found a place to stand where they knew the mosh pit would form. The stage wasn't too high, and there was going to be stage diving. The walls were plastered with metal memorabilia and posters for various bands. There was also writing from all he bands that played there. There was a main bar area in the front and a concert room in the back, which also featured a small bar area. The backstage area was also very small and the crowd had to walk through a bit of the audience to get to the stage.

Suddenly, it was time for the first band to come on. They were a band named Fantoft. They set themselves up onstage, before playing their song "Epic Fucking Church Arson" (kind of appropriate to the place they were playing in).

"FANTOFT!" shouted a large bull moose from the bar, who was very drunk.

The band played and the mosh pit opened up large. Nick, Judy, The Ottertons, and Duke Weaselton all went in. Alister was going extremely crazy. He had become a true mosh pit animal.

Suddenly, at one point during their set, Nick and Judy looked up at the stage and realized a very familiar face. Right there on the drums, was none other than Revi herself. She was wearing spikes all over and still had her classic corpse paint (the band's singer was a Marten, the guitarist was a Least Weasel, and the bass player was an Otter).

They continued through their short set, only about 30 minutes because they were a local band that no one cared about anyways (lol jk all you local musicians are awesome!)

"Alright motherfuckers," said the singer in a thick Swedish accent, "So, after this, we gotta hurry out real fast, Tomorrow we play early at XTREMEFEST in Podunk, which is kinda a long drive. Yes that is a real place name. Right now, I gotta introduce the band. On the bass, Alexi Saukko. On the drums, Revi Hedensk!"

Nick and Judy both cheered really loud for her. Revi then looked at them amazed to see them in the audience. She had felt much better now. She had been rehabilitated all the way and even bought a house of her own. She was also taking weekly therapy. She was happy to finally be in a band.

"On guitar, Dashley Mustelle!" (unbeknownst to Alister she would become his teacher in school).

"And me, on lead vocals, Joakim Mårdson!"

Everyone cheered.

"I told ya," Nick said, "it's like every metal singer is a Marten."

"And all the Swedish metal singers are named Joakim, I swear," Judy replied.

The band finished with their song "RELIGION SUCKS 666!" and immediately left.

The remaining four bands played. Some were good, some were absolutely terrible, but none of them were as good as Fantoft. The mosh pit raged throughout the night and everyone who was of age got drunk.

As the show finished, everyone left the room.

"Oh shit," Alister said to them as they walked back out into the cold Tundratown air.

"Yeah that was fucking awesome, "Judy replied.

"That fucking crowd though!" Nick said.

"FUCKING RAGER!" Piper replied.

"I'm telling everyone about this tomorrow at camp!" Corey said.

"Damn!" Mrs. Otterton (who's first name was Ashkii) said, "that was fucking brutal!"

"I know what I'm doing tomorrow," Duke said, "I'm going right up to Podunk to see Extremefest."

"Unfortunately," Emmitt said, "we can't come, both Ashkii and I have work tomorrow, while all the kids have school."

"Alright," Duke said, "ha det anyways!" he quickly scampered away.

"Hope to see all of you at more shows!" Alister said.

"You too," Judy Hopps said.

The Otterton family got back into their car while Judy and Nick got into their car as well (they made sure to become sober before driving back). That was a time to remember.

The End