Chapter 1: All Out Life
AN: Since I've already written a fic from an otter's perspective, I thought I should write one from the perspective of a fox because after all I am Otterly Foxy. Hope you enjoy. SABATON RULES!
Hello everyone, my name is Snowy Lucifer Celsius Broden and I am an Arctic Fox with snowy white fur (that's why my name is Snowy), a big booshy tail, a lot of floof, and a pointed snoot. I am a very cute foxy and everyone tells me that I look like Johannes Eckerstrom (he's the lead singer of the band Avatar btw). I live in a massive city-state called Zootopia and my house is in the Tundratown area. I live with my family there (I'm 20). I love to go skiing and overall play in the snow because it is so fun. Also, I am not actually related to Joakim Broden from Sabaton despite having the same last name. Plus I am asexual and have autism. I am a huge metalhead, and listen to metal bands of all subgenres, including ones you've never heard of. Most of Zootopia's metalheads live in Tundratown which is why it's the best area in the city and has a kick-ass metal scene. I also love to wear shirts for various heavy metal bands and am buying patches to make a battle vest for myself. For example I was walking around Zootopia after buying a Black Dholea Murder patch at a store and was wearing my Behemoth t-shirt. I also was singing along to "Afterlife" by Amaranthe. All of the normies looked at me strange like I needed Jesus or something. I just brushed it off because religion is complete shit.
Suddenly, I thought I heard a familiar voice and looked up. Right there in front of me was Nick Wilde.
"Hey there snowy," he said, "what's up?"
"Uhhh," I responded, "not much."
"Well," he said, "I have to get going now, see you later."
We both walked away I walked back towards my house in Tundratown while singing "To The Hellfire" by Lorna Shore (Don't you think that Will Ramos is such a kick-ass vocalist?) Before loping right inside my house.
I immediately went down to lie on the couch and see what was up with the bands I liked. Some were announcing tours and some were announcing new albums. I then put down my phone and started cuddling and playing with my floofy tail (It's a habit).
Suddenly, my brother walked in. His name is Blizzard and he looks like Chris Motionless. Just like me he is also a metalhead and listens to a lot of the same bands. Right now, he was wearing an Obituary t-shirt and his battle vest over it. Inspired by seeing him, I started to sew on the new patch I got today onto my own battle vest which was not complete yet at the time. He had just completed sewing a Powerwolf patch onto his own battle vest. He sat down next to me.
"Hey Snowy," he said, "Love the new patch."
"Well," I then said, "yours also looks great."
"Thank you!" He said.
We were listening to Iron Marten as we sat down.
"So," he then said, "I think I saw Nick Wilde today."
"Yeah I actually saw him too," I said, "got to say hi but couldn't stay."
"My friends think he's weird but he's not too bad."
"Yes," I said.
"Now," Blizzard said, "I'm going to go sew some more patches on." He then went upstairs.
I sat on the couch and watched skiing and concert videos on the TV. Suddenly, I heard footsteps outside and looked out the window. Right outside was none other than Nick Wilde himself.
"Hello again," he said.
"Hi," I replied.
"You know what?" He asked.
"What?"
"Tonight," he said, "There's a Slipknotter concert at the Zootopia Bowl."
"Holy fucking shit!" I gasped excitedly. I absolutely love Slipknotter. They are one of my favorite metal bands out there. Their live shows are absolutely epic.
"It's right at the heart of downtown," Nick said, "accessible by every metro line. I will be going with my girlfriend Judy Hopps. Plus I have an extra ticket. Would you want it?"
"Oh fuck yeah I'll take it," I said.
"Well," Nick then said, "how about we meet at Falun Park at 6. I can drive down. Deal?"
"Deal!" I responded. I had never been this excited in my life.
Later that night, I got on my Amon Amarten shirt and a pair of black jeans with zipper pockets. I stroked my floofy fur and got all ready to go.
On the way downstairs to go out the door, I saw my mom, Winter. She is shorter than me and looks like Noora Louhimo from Battle Beast.
"Hey Snowy," she said, "have a good time at the show!"
"Betcha I will," I said and loped out the door.
I eventually arrived at Falun Park, just two blocks from my house. There I saw Nick Wilde with his girlfriend Judy Hopps. Nick was wearing a spiky jacket with a Nightwish shirt on underneath. Meanwhile Judy Hopps had put on a black Ice Nine Quills shirt (they were the opening band at the show) and was wearing ripped jeans.
"What's up Snowman!" Nick said.
"Doin' fuckin' great!" I said.
"Ready to go out of your mind?" Judy said.
"Born ready!" I said.
"Well get in!"
We all got in Nick's van. There was a paint job on the side that looked like the cover of a HammerFox album. The license plate said, "hail Satan". We drove over to the concert, listening to Slipknotter and Bark Funeral (haha get it?).
"So," Judy said as we rode through the city, "I'm Judy Hopps. We've met before but I haven't really been able to tell you about myself."
"Well," I then said, let me hear."
"I was the first rabbit police officer on the force and Nick was the first fox. However, we both quit so we could move to Tundratown and start a metal band. Nick and I are both on co-lead guitar but we need a vocalist."
"Plus," Nick said, "you're a kick-ass singer!"
"Oh fuck yeah!" I said, "I can still practice with you even with college. I mean, I go to Tundratown University so I'm always in the area."
"Fuck yeah," Nick said, "Welcome to DethBrush."
"That's the name of the band," Judy said, "think of it as a mix between Otter Ogan, Amon Amarten, Slipknotter, Korpiklaani, Nightwish, Barkway Drive, Behemoth, and Iron Marten."
"That sounds absolutely epic!" I said.
We arrived at the parking garage and drank rum before getting in line for the concert. It was long and went around the block.
"Wow," I said, "this concert is going to be fucking huge!"
"Well of course," Judy said, "it's Slipknotter."
Eventually, we made it to the front of the line.
"Hey it's you again!" said the Ocelot who was scanning the tickets, "the fox and the bunny. Oh, and I see you brought another foxy friend along!"
"Hell yeah," we all said as we went through security.
We happily loped towards the front of the stage after buying merch. The Zootopia Bowl is one of the largest concert venues in Zootopia, with a capacity of 30,000. The show was sold out so it was quite packed. There is a large floor area, with amphitheater seating in the back, arranged in a semi-circle. The stage was large and flanked by two LED video screens for those in the back to watch.
Ice Nine Quills came on, opening with their new song "Assault and Batteries" (they have a new album coming out soon). They also played "Savages" and "Communion of the Cursed" before closing with "IT is the end." We were in the mosh pit for a lot of their set.
"Alrighty then," I said, as we moved closer towards the stage.
"Ready for the big deal?" Judy said.
"Born ready," Nick said.
A large Slipknotter curtain was draped over the stage. Suddenly the lights dimmed as the "742617000027" intro started to play, causing the entire crowd to cheer.
"Oh shit!" I said, "It's happening!"
Suddenly, the curtain dropped as the band went right into "(sic)", sending off a massive pyro blast and causing the entire floor section to turn into a mosh pit. We were getting pushed up right towards the barricade and dodging crowd surfers. We watched Corey Taylor prance around the stage and jump as high as his short otter legs let him. He sounded absolutely great during the show and was especially energetic for someone who was pushing 50 (and got neck surgery a few years ago).
"How the fuck are you doing out there Zootopia!" He screamed into the microphone. We all screamed back, as the band started to play "Psychosocial". Jim Snoot and Mink Thompson, the two guitarists, played and headbanged next to each other. Armadillo Venturella stood with his bass center stage. Michael Slapff and Shawn "Clown" Clawhan banged on their custom kits while Jay Iceberg pounded away on his own drumkit. Sid Weaselson and Coyote Jones both headbanged and ran around the stage as well.
The band continued performing as the crowd went absolutely wilde. Pyro was going off everywhere and Clown even got out a flaming baseball bat. There were multiple mosh pits that covered the entire floor section and those in the stands were also getting into it. The band continued for about 1 hour and 45 minutes, playing material spanning their career from their self-titled album to their most recent "We Are Not Your Kind", as well as their standalone single "All Out Life". Finally, after an encore, they closed with "Surfacing", before launching off a lot of pyro and sending copious amounts of confetti into the crowd. That was fucking amazeballs.
"Holy shit!" I said to Judy and Nick, "that fucking ripped!"
"Hell yeah!" Nick replied while giving the horns.
"Hey let's sneak backstage," Judy said.
We snuck backstage into the green room. There we found the band members and partied with them and took selfies. We also got their ottergraphs (haha get it?) Eventually, we went back to parking garage and got back into Nick's van. However, instead of going back to Tundratown, we went over to Cliffside Asylum.
"What the hell are we doing here?" I asked.
"You'll see," Nick said.
We got out of the van and sat down on a rock. Nick and Judy then got out a bunch of alcohol.
"Okay," I said, "I guess this'll be fun!"
Nick raised a bottle. "A toast," he said, "to the future of our band."
"And to that sick ass concert we just went to," Judy said.
"And for metal in general," I said, "the whole Tundratown scene."
We then drank a bunch of rum and Vodka and listened to Anthrax. We told jokes and laughed at each other all night. But then all of a sudden…
"WHOOSH!"
We all looked up to see a strange creature running over the dam.
"What the fuck is that?" I asked.
"Who the fuck knows!" Judy said.
The creature then stopped on the dam. It looked at us. It was green and had at least 8 legs, but was also massive, and had two different mouths, and three eyes.
"That looks like something you would see on the cover for a slam metal album!" Nick shouted.
"Okay," I said, "let's go!"
We quickly loped away trying not to look back, but then ran into a large figure. Afraid it was that same creature we looked up.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU ALL DOING!" It was actually Chief Bogo. He was staring at the three of us angrily.
"Well," I said, "we were just having fun."
"But then we saw this weird creature that looked like someone from a Vulvodynia album!" Nick shouted.
"And it was hellishly scarily!" Judy shouted drunkenly, "Look at it the at over there!"
We turned around, but the creature had vanished.
"Well, I got something to tell you!" Chief Bogo said, "don't ever come to me drunk again!"
"No we're serious," I said, "we saw this weird thingy!"
"You're just intoxicated," the Chief said, "next time it's jail time."
He then disappeared. He is a massive douche, even douchier than Fred Durst. Joel Madden, and Chad Kroeger combined.
"That thing was totally real," Nick said, "I know when I'm drunk and seeing things. I was definitely seeing things this time."
"Yeah that looked very real!" I said.
"Totally," Judy said, "by the way I've gotten more sober now so we can drive back."
The three of us road back in the van to Tundratown. It was three in the morning.
"Alrighty there snowy," Nick said, "Skiing tomorrow?"
"Oh fuck yes," I replied. I absolutely love to go skiing.
"Well, it's right at Spruce Peaks," Judy said, "just a few stops away."
"Oh yeah I'll be there," I said. I then went back into my house to go to sleep.