Chapter 2: Snow and Surprises

AN: Tanks (haha get it?) for the kudos on the story.

The next day I woke up and put in my contact lenses. I then put on my camo Sabaton pants which I also go skiing in, as well as my black Carnifox Hoodie. I went downstairs to grab my Iron Marten skis, Black Label Society poles, and my Twilight Fox helmet, as well as my Lamb Of God goggles. I loped outside with all my gear and took the metro to Spruce Peaks, listening to Battle Beast on the way there.

"SNOWY!" Nick Wilde said as I arrived, "good to see you back!"

"Ah this Tundratown powder is great," Judy said, "so much better than the stuff in Bunnyburrow."

"Hell yes indeed," I said, "and this is the closest ski area to my house."

We waited to buy the tickets. The Ibex at the ticket booth also recognized us and gave us discount because we're metalheads. Spruce Peaks is the largest ski area in Zootopia, with a vertical of 6,000 feet and more than 10,000 acres of skiing, as well as over 200 trails. They also have a bunch of trails named after metal songs. The steepest slope is called Painkiller (ya know like the Judas Priest song). We all got ready and got in line for the first lift. It held eight riders.

"So," I said, "great day on the slopes today."

"Yeah," Nick said, "especially when it's the three of us."

"I am speed," Judy said.

Suddenly, I felt a slight nudge against my right leg. Wondering who it was, I looked over. Next to me I saw an otter, just a few inches shorter than me. He was wearing a battle vest that was absolutely covered in patches and a pair of ripped spiky snow pants. He also had on a pair of cool glasses and had a big black snoot, as well as a ski helmet covered in band stickers. He looked exactly like Corey Taylor without the mask.

"Hi there," he said, "mind if I ride with you?"

"Well, uh.." I said, "sure!"

"By the way I'm Emmitt Otterton. Florist, skier, and HARDCORE METALHEAD! My wife is coming down soon. She had to go number one."

Suddenly, a second, smaller otter skied up next to Emmitt. She was skinnier and had on an Otter Ogan winter jacket. She also displayed a striking resemblance to Elize Ryd from Amaranthe.

"Hello," she said, "I'm Ashkii Otterton by the way, but you can just call me Viking. I know I've met Judy and Nick before, but who is the new one?"

"Well," I said, "my name is Snowy Lucifer Celsius Broden. No relation to Joakim. I'm Nick's friend."

"Nice," she then said, "by the way you really look like Johannes from Avatar, you little gorgeous fjällräv." (she speaks Swedish so do I. That is how you say "arctic fox" in Swedish).

"Well," I said, "everyone tells me that. By the way did you see them on their Going Hunting tour earlier this year at The Music Room? I was there and it fucking ripped."

"Oh hell yes," Emmitt replied, "we went."

We eventually got on the chairlift.

"So," Emmitt said, "storytime. I was once a victim of this conspiracy by Bellwether to turn predators savage."

"Oh yeah," I said, "I remember that whole fuckshit."

"And," Viking Otterton said, "I went to Judy for help, back when she still worked with the police."

"And that's how I met her," Judy said.

"yeah," Nick said, "and then Judy and I bonded over that time with the force." (that part I was familiar with.

"Eventually I was returned to my normal state," Emmitt said, "but afterwards we decided to move to Tundratown and become metalheads."

"And now we go to concerts all the time!" Viking said, "we were seeing Slipknotter last night."

"Hey," I said, "we were there too. By the way I live on Lapland Lane. You can come to visit me any ol' time."

"Thanks," Mrs. Otterton said, "by the way we saw some weird creature last night."

"We did too," Judy said, "after the concert."

"Yeah they looked the aliens in the music video for 'Inferno' by Otter Ogan," Emmitt said.

"Oh yeah, they did," I said. I was in that music video.

"Well," Nick said, "guess we weren't the only ones. Chief Prepass Bogo thought we were seeing things because we were drunk. And yes, we were drunk."

"But we definitely saw it," I said.

"I mean," Emmitt said, "we were completely sober and we still saw it."

"Well," Nick said, "the world may never know. Anyways I think we should raise that safety bar."

We eventually got off the chairlift and headed towards the first trail. All of the runs we did in the morning were quick and very fast (I broke 50 at one point. I'm very fast). The snow was good, like it always was. Spruce Peaks also has the benefit of being open every day of the year. I even got a few cliff jumps in (ps do u think I should go do the Olympics in Beijing?)

Eventually, we took a break at a warming lodge mid-way up the first mountain.

"So," I said, as we sat down with some Norwegian-style hot chocolate, "I broke 50 today!"

"Oh shit," Nick said.

"You should do the Olympics," Judy said.

"I remember," Viking said, "I used to be pretty fast too. So was Emmitt."

"Yeah, tearing that ACL a few years back was not fun," Emmitt said.

We then looked over at a nearby table and saw my two friends Finnick and Duke Weaselton. Finnick was wearing his After The Bearial hoodie while Duke Weaselton was wearing a thick parka and also had corpse paint on. Duke Weaselton originally participated in the night howler trade because he was blackmailed into it. Otherwise he would have gotten darted as well. Afterwards, he cleaned up and became a metalhead. His real name is Dunderson-Alexander Nakamoto Vikernes Weaselton but he calls himself Duke for short. Finnick used to be Nick Wilde's hustling partner and the sold "pawpsicles" (haha get it lol) together. He met Duke Weaselton at an Otter To Prevail concert and the two fell in love and are now dating. His real name Scott Lewis Honeycutt, but he calls himself Finnick because it sounds like Fennec Foxy. He's smaller than me and has very big ears. Both of them moved to Tundratown to join the metal scene. They love to drink booze, go to concerts, and burn down churches.

"Hey guys!" Finnick said in his deep voice, "what's up!"

"Great to see all of ya," Duke Weaselton said, as the two came over to our table.

"Well," I said, "We were at the Slipknotter concert last night."

"And it fucking ripped," Nick said.

"Yeah that was a crazy-ass crowd," said Judy.

"We were there too!" Duke and Finnick shouted simultaneously.

"Yeah that pit was absolutely wild," Viking said.

"And I was crowd-surfing at least 10 times," said Emmitt.

"But then, after the show," Duke said, "we saw this weird creature we had never seen before."

"It was right by the river that runs through downtown," Finnick said, "looked like something from a shitty TV movie."

"Oh we all saw that same creature," I said, "glad to know we're not the only ones."

"Yeah it looked like something from the cover of a Vulvodynia album," Judy said.

"Where's Bob The Butcher when you need him?" Asked Nick.

Suddenly, we heard loud hoof-steps.

"Hey are you talking about the weird creatures?" Asked a large bull moose. He was wearing a colored jacket that said "Schwampy" on it.

"Uh, yes," I responded, "we have been seeing these weird creatures."

"Apparently they've been seen all over town," said the Moose's Lynx companion.

"And I got a picture!" shouted a Marten as they rushed over to us and showed a very blurry unclear picture.

"Yeah, that looks familiar," I said.

"I wonder what the hell is going on. I've seen them too," said a large Bison that walked right by us.

"So," Judy said, "I guess we weren't the only ones."

"I mean," Nick said, "I knew that was real. I knew that wasn't just the alcohol talking."

"Anyways," I said, "wanna go back out onto the slopes?"

"Fuck yeah!" Emmitt responded.

"Emphasis on the LOPE!" Nick shouted.

We rode over to the back bowls of the mountain, which were covered in fresh powder. There was also some kick-ass tree skiing over there.

"Wow," Duke Weaselton said, "this powder is the best I've seen it as." His fur was also the same color as the snow.

"yeah," I said, "don't think I've had a day like this."

"Snow sure beats sand," Finnick said, "also, I-"

BOOM!

We all looked at each other as the loud noise sounded.

"What the fuck was that?" I asked.

"Don't know," Nick said.

"Maybe one of the avalanche cannons," Judy said.

"Anyways," I said, "I think we should maybe check it out from a distance."

We traversed across the slope to where the noise had come from.

"Wow," Emmitt said, "must have been a very powerful Avalanche gun."

"I mean," Viking said, "look at those broken trees, what could possibly have happened?"

"A meteor?"

We approached the site and gaped at a large crater in the ground.

"HOLY SH-"