After almost 20 minutes of shopping, Judy arrived back at the apartment complex with four grocery bags hanging from her arms. She may have overdone it with the snack supply, but that was how it always was for movie night, so she decided to go big or go home. She remembered to get everything Nick liked so he would feel more comfortable. And it was easy since he basically ate the same thing every time—cheesy popcorn, blueberries, nacho chips, liquorish, chocolate ice cream, etc.

As Judy approached the door to her apartment, her ears twitched, hearing something strange from inside. It sounded like something had fallen over, and it wasn't a loud thump that would cause alarm, but it was still unusual. What's he doing in there? She thought, beginning to unlock the door. But ultimately she dismissed it, since she was probably just imagining things.

She opened the door and walked inside, and right away she sensed something was off. There was no greeting from her friend, which she would've expected if he heard her coming in. She didn't know why, but she had a bad feeling there was something wrong.

Nevertheless she made her way into the kitchen to set the bags down. "Nick! I'm back!" She announced, in case he was in the bathroom or something. But surprisingly, she got no response. Now she was even more puzzled. "Nick?"

She looked around, and soon enough spotted the fox right there in the living room where she last left him. But her confusion didn't fade, if anything it increased when she saw the position he was in.

Nick remained on all fours, sniffing and scratching at a throw pillow that had fallen on the floor. He didn't acknowledge her presence, it was almost like he didn't even hear her to begin with. He was too focused on..whatever it was he was doing.

"Uhh, Nick?" She asked uneasily, taking a step onto the carpet to approach him. "What's going on? What are you doing?"

Instead of answering, Nick sunk his teeth into the fabric of the pillow and yanked it back. He pulled on it hard enough to rip it off, which caused the stuffing to fly out and make a mess.

"Nick, what the hell?" She said agitatedly, "Seriously, what's the matter with—"

Judy froze before she could finish her question, seeing the fox finally lift his head and turn his attention toward her. One look at his face and she already knew what was wrong. Actually, it was his eyes that gave it away. They were shrunken and filled with rage. They stared at her menacingly, sending a chill down her spine.

This wasn't Nick anymore, this was a savage.

The fox's face shifted into a glare once he saw her standing a few feet away. His ears went flat against his head, his nostrils began to flare, his sharp and prominent teeth were revealed when he let out a dangerous growl. It was clear he had one thing on his mind now; to kill whatever he could get his paws on. And at the moment, that was Judy.

She gasped and began to back away, despite her instincts telling her to run. She had to be smart about this, since any action she took could either mean life or death. Her feet took careful steps backward, attempting to walk back to the door. But as she backed up, Nick began to advance toward her. He must've known she was about to escape, and any second now he was going to lunge.

"Nick, wait..please." She said nervously, noticing how he was starting to get closer. "You don't have to do this. It's just me..."

There was no point in trying to reason with him. He didn't understand a word she was saying. He had no memory of who she was. Hell, he didn't even know his name. All he knew now was to hunt, to survive off of instinct.

After moment of waiting, the fox finally made a move. He jumped up to pounce her, but she swiftly ducked to the floor to avoid his attack. Unfortunately now she couldn't get to the door, since he was in the way, so she was left with no choice but to run and hope that it would tire him out.

Judy quickly got back up on her feet and made a run for it, with the fox immediately following her. She tried not to look back, since the sight of the angry animal would just slow her down. Sure, she was fast, but not faster than a fox on all fours.

He chased her all throughout the apartment, even though there wasn't much room for her to run. But she refused to stop for even a second. She jumped and zigzagged a couple times to catch him off-guard, but every time it seemed he was able to keep up right away. He was determined to have her dead.

As they circled back to the kitchen, Judy shoved a decorative bowl off the counter to distract him. It wasn't a bright decision, but in her moment of panic she didn't know what else to do. It would've worked had she not tripped right after.

She tried to push herself back up, but something had weighed her down. She didn't know what it was, but she discovered quickly that she wasn't able to get up in time for the fox to finally catch up to her. Now that she was on the floor in a vulnerable position, he was definitely going to succeed in his hunt.

Judy whimpered as she crawled away to keep as much distance between them as possible. At least now he had slowed down and was making a steadier approach toward her, but it wasn't made better by the fact that she backed herself up against a wall.

"W-wait, no. Nick, please! Snap out of it! It's me!" She pleaded, trying one last time to get him to come to his senses. It might've been useless, but she was down to her last resort. However, the fox did nothing but snarl in response, getting unsettlingly close to her.

He bared his teeth as he finally got close enough to the prey. His piercing eyes focused down at her, watching as she cowered beneath him. Judy closed her eyes, shielding her face to brace herself for the inevitable outcome. She had no idea what happened that turned him savage, but it seemed she wouldn't live to find out. Her only regret was that the last days she spent with him weren't enjoyable, all because of a stupid incident that just confused them about how they felt.

The fox lingered his gaze, as though he was getting a better look at his meal. But in this case, he was staring at her just because. She looked familiar in a way. Frightened, but mostly familiar. His instincts were screaming at him to go for it already, to take a bite and finish her off. But there was something in the very back of his mind telling him it was a bad idea to hurt her.

He didn't know what it was about her that was stopping him from mauling her, but he wasn't too pleased about it. Against his better judgment, he let out one more infuriated growl before turning around, leaving the bunny alone and unharmed.