just-a-guy-having-fun- Even thought TOT ended at 18, this story will contain quite a few more chapters, so don't think for a moment that it's nearly over. ;)

Crazyanimaltlou- Don't worry! You haven't seen the last of "Velvin"! ;D

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RandomNobody37 (Alan)- It won't be M-rater dark, but if you've read TOT then you know my maximum threshold of darkness.

O'heathens- Nick is right on the brink of his 13th birthday in the fanfic, so imagine his childhood self from the movie except a bit taller and a bit of a deeper voice. Also, his head-ear size ratio is closer to being equal and his body is a bit larger in proportion to his head.

Aldo B T- Although some of your questions/concerns will be answered/solved in the story over time, I can do my best to give you some short answers to hold you over. 1- Don't worry, this will become more clarified within the next few chapters ;) 2- Oh, don't worry! There is plenty of stuff to cover with Nick's father that will be covered in time. 3- Don't worry, you will also get your share of this in the upcoming chapters. 4- ;) ;) ;) ;) ;) 5- Violet has an interesting backstory also! Don't worry, you'll love what I have planned for her (at least I think?). Thanks for the concerns/suggestions/questions/ideas!

WARNING: This chapter contains dark elements that may be triggering/emotional for many, but goes to show just how low people/animals will go to get what they desire (or in this case, there is more to it). Everything is necessary to the story, so just trust me on that.

Hello everyone! This is a pretty big chapter for multiple reasons, so without further ado, don't let me waste your time! Enjoy Chapter 18!

Nick POV

I lean back into my chair, wondering why I can't stop feeling so uneasy.

After a quick glance around the room, nothing seems different aside from the lack of Kygo's presence in the room.

The question is: what is she doing? She stayed behind with the other guards that are supposed to be protecting me. Maybe they're outside of the classroom guarding the door? Yeah, that's gotta be it.

I sneak a glance in Judy's direction, trying to decipher if perhaps she senses something is wrong as well, but I find myself lost in her eyes once again.

Geez, Nick! You're so love-sick that it's gonna kill you, isn't it?

Violet seems to be talking to Melvin quite a bit more than usual, which is shocking to say the least. They're polar opposites, at least as far as I can see. But then again, not judging at first glance is a lesson I've learned before.

I find myself dozing off more than a few times, caused by my lack of sleep last night. I also catch myself recalling my conversation with Judy on the balcony early this morning, although it seems like a dream at this point in time.

Although being realistic tells me differently, this is the day I'm going to tell her! I will! I'm not going to back away this time. She deserves to know, and it's risky...

Then why do it? What if you lose her?

Well, considering the danger around us, what if she dies? What if she dies and never hears about my love for her? That's worse than anything...

"You need some help?" Judy suddenly asks me, and I jolt back to reality from my daydreams, staring at her with a dazed, idiotic expression as if she had heard my thoughts.

"Help? Help? Help with what?" I ask in a panicked tone, and she glances around the room with a face of bewilderment.

"Um...your bell work. Is something wrong? You seem off" she declares.

"Well, yeah! You know what I'm talking about. There's something fishy going on here..." I decree with a suspicious expression, eying everyone in the classroom.

"You sure you aren't just being paranoid?" she accuses me, and I chuckle.

"Remember what you said on the way inside? There's something wrong, but I just can't figure out what" I insist, scratching my chin as I spawn various scenarios in my mind.

"Yeah, I mean, Kygo did stay behind for some reason with the other guards. Maybe they went to grab a bite to eat?" she suggests.

"They don't usually do that" I state, my mind flipping through every possibility, "and it's only eight o' six! Too early for lunch, and Kygo told us herself that she hates breakfast..." I recall.

Judy nods, tapping her fingers on the desk.

"Maybe something weird actually is going on...".

Melvin POV

It's a very peculiar thing to say, but for once I feel like I have a family. Sure, it's cheesy, but whatever. For once in my life I finally fit in.

Before I gave Nick a chance, the people around me only saw me as a tool to push around and command. I was always the "loser" of my friends; the one who was assigned all the dirty work.

After being forced into being cruel to Nick, I felt absolutely putrid. I left my group of friends, deciding that it's not worth the grueling regret of causing pain for other animals.

Perhaps one could call me a very "sensitive guy", and I'd actually agree with that. I've never been a "tough guy" or anything of the sort. In fact, especially at first glance, I'm the furthest thing from "tough".

I've always been the one to finish tests first and still make a 105 on the math test; which if you're anyone else in the classroom, it's quite annoying to see every test day.

And thus, my reputation as a total nerd formed over time.

"Melvin!" I hear Violet's voice whisper to me, and I turn to her.

"Yeah?" I ask, wondering what it is she's wanting.

"What's the answer to number five?" she questions, and I roll my eyes.

Why is my intelligence the only usefulness people see within me?

Be quiet, Melvin. At least you have friends now!

"Oh, um...it's 3.6" I mutter back, and I assume that Violet notices my vacant expression.

"Did I say something wrong?" she asks, a pinch of concern evident in her voice, which catches me off guard.

Violet? Showing sympathy?

Maybe it's because of last night...

"No, it's just that I feel like my only use is...you know...helping people with math and stuff" I admit, and she lifts an eyebrow.

"Well, at least you're helping someone. I'm just some edgy fox with no real passion in life" she tells me.

"Maybe...maybe you just haven't found anything yet" I reply, and she nods with a thoughtful expression.

"That's what I like to tell myself, but it's still the uncertainty that gets to me".

I never imagined that Violet would ever act this vulnerable around me.

"I didn't ever think you'd open up to me like that" I speak before I can put a stop to my words, and she stares at the floor.

"Well, I've learned a lot from Nick, and...I guess I want to break free from the stereotype that all foxes are secretive and stuff...don't ask me to explain it, 'cause I can't, but it's a good feeling to finally let some things loose".

Her usually monotone voice seems to boast much more bounce today, and I really feel like she wants to talk to me.

Violet wants to talk to me.

"I'm not a fox or anything, but I've kind of been the same way my whole life. I've never really had a friend worth opening up to".

My words seem to shock Violet.

"So it's not just a fox thing" she speaks.

"Of course not! Society just wants you to believe that" I respond.

"Well, I hope society gets tossed into a blender" she exclaims with a smirk, finding the image to be quite amusing. In fact, she begins laughing at the thought of a mass group of people being tossed into a blender.

"Violet?" I ask, mildly concerned.

"I'm sorry" she says through the laughter, "I don't know why I find that funny".

For some reason, the way she laughs about the most bizarre of concepts is very intriguing to me.

Eventually her laughter becomes contagious, and I begin softly chuckling as well at nothing in particular.

For some reason, I've started appreciating the little moments like this in life ever since the assault-incident with Nick.

And equally as unexplainable, Violet seems to make these little moments all the more...

What's the word I'm looking for? Oh, right.

Special.

Judy POV

As I begin helping Nick with his bell work, the somewhat peaceful day begins to transform into something quite the polar opposite.

The intercom crackles as Principal Murray's voice rings over the speaker, and I turn to Nick with curious eyes.

"Lockdown! Lockdown!" is all her voice manages to sputter into the microphone, and then my stomach begins to sink.

Lockdown? That means that the school is facing some sort of threat!

"I knew something wasn't right!" Nick's voice floats to me through my initial shock, and my eyes dart to him.

"You did, didn't you?" I ask in wonder.

"Alright, everyone to the back of the room!" Ms. Bronson's voice echoes loudly, and we don't hesitate to follow her orders.

My mind sneaks back to Kygo and if perhaps she may be involved in this, but I immediately disregard the idea as stupid.

There's simply no way that she'd be the reason behind this.

No way.

Finnick POV

"Alright, no one move!" the jaguar police officer at the front of the classroom yells, and my class immediately freezes up.

Three police officers stand at the front of the room menacingly: one jaguar, one polar bear, and a bull, their eyes full of determination as they aim their weapons at us.

My teacher, Mr. Roof looks quite shocked, holding his hands up in the air.

"Go ahead and take the one you need!" he tells them, assuming that the three officers are after one of us students, although they seem to have a sinister look to them as they eye us down.

The polar bear huffs in laughter as he turns to my teacher.

"We're not here to take one student! We're here to show you just how corrupt your government is! Hiring people like us, hah! You can't trust them!" he spits at us, and suddenly my teacher looks overcome with terror.

"What do you mean?" he asks in a shaky tone, and the polar bear simply laughs again as his allies glance his direction with twisted grins.

"If any of you move, you will all die today" he says in a dark tone, "Zootopia will learn just how corrupt this land is!"

I can hear the police sirens approaching the school as the jaguar puts a few bullets in my teacher, effectively ending his life.

As the deafening "pops" of gunfire fade away, the smell of gunpowder causes me to fall into a surreal state of mind.

I stare, unable to scream at the sight of my teacher soaked in his own blood, as lifeless as one would expect a corpse to appear.

Some kids in my class scream, but as for me, I simply can't.

I've heard from many people that were once stuck in dire, perilous situations that one sees their life flash before their eyes just moments before death. Although death is not one hundred percent certain, I can see my favorite memories clearly in my mind. I see my life from beginning to end as the bull officer glares my direction, his eyes seeming to burn with a devilish evil certain to put a swift end to my life.

But why me? Why am I the only one that he seems so keen on looking at, directing every ounce of his contempt my way.

I hear a heavy "thud" against the door, and I assume that it may be a real officer attempting to get inside, but it doesn't seem to matter.

"If you break down that door, children will die!" the buffalo screams, still staring directly at me.

However, the banging does not stop, and eventually the door slams against the carpet floor, and I hold my breath desperately.

I see the amber eyes of a lion cub wielding a powerful looking weapon as she stumbles into the room, looking more composed than I'd imagine to see anyone in this dire situation. Well, at least it appears to be powerful, but what do I know? I know nothing about weapons, really. Maybe it's powerful enough to stop them, maybe not.

It's too late for me, though.

I hear the echoes of howls bounce off the walls of the sullen classroom, and the bull lifts the sight of his gun up to his eye, aiming the weapon directly at me.

My pulse seems to stop as my eyes narrow, trying to understand the true evil being directed my way.

But I can't. I can't understand the evil.

I close my eyes as I hear the first half of a harrowing gunshot, my consciousness splitting into thousands of fragments.

I feel some amount of pain, but it's nothing compared to the pain of seeing the world around me begin to fade as I slide out of my desk.

The screams around me harass my soul as I slip off of the edge, and I hear the unforgiving gunfire crack the once serene air.

And then my vision fades to black.

Kygo POV

The panic in the room is absolutely indescribable.

I try my best not to focus on the bullets directed at the children, but I instead focus on ridding the world of the three atrocities in front of me.

The monsters I once sided with.

They look shocked to see me as they continue holding their weapons towards the children, assuming that I'm still with them, and that I'm here to assist with what they feel like it the "solution".

Good one.

I fire erratically at them, witnessing the bullets pelt into their fur, spurting blood and bone matter onto the wall behind them as they tumble to the ground, but Tyrell, as much as I wish, doesn't meet the same fate.

Before I have the chance to reload, Tyrell fires a bullet into my leg, and I fall to my knees, grasping my leg.

It's exactly how I'd imagine a steaming hot dagger to feel upon piercing my flesh; the gunshot-wound is. It overwhelms me as I gasp for air, and Tyrell approaches me.

"What do you think you're doing?! You just ruined everything!" he screams at me, knocking me onto my chest as I taste the dust of the floor, defeated.

"Look around, Tyrell! This is what you stand for! Death! Suffering! Innocent kids, gone! We're-" I cough, "We're no better than the government!".

His eyes grow wide as I speak, never expecting to hear such words from me.

"Don't say that! The government is the enemy!" he screams, aiming his weapon back at the remaining kids.

"Killing" I say through my quickening breaths, "Innocent kids" I repeat.

He bites his lip, obviously beginning to question our former cause.

"I-I...you...I...Kygo..." he stutters, and I try my best to rock myself back onto my feet, but fail once more.

"We can't fight the government this way, Tyrell! I refuse!" I shout frantically.

Tyrell looks at the horrified classroom with an expression of utter panic and confusion, his eyes wide and his breathing quickening in pace.

"He-he killed that fox!" he says, gesturing the the child that I know for sure will not make it.

Suddenly, I come to the realization: if a fox is the only student-death, everyone will see this as an attack on foxes. Stopping the attack right now would greatly benefit a much degraded minority.

Guai, the bull who shot the child that now lies dead on the classroom floor chose to shoot at a fox first for a reason. He hated foxes, but little would he know that his actions may turn out to be a turning point for society.

"Tyrell, if you stop now, only two will die! You don't have to-"

"I've trained my whole life" he says exasperatedly, close to tears.

"You don't have to do this" is all I reply with.

He takes a moment to think, tears now sliding down his cheeks, his eyes full of madness.

"You're right, Kygo".

He turns the gun around and places the tip in his mouth, and I close my eyes tight as the gunshot rings out.

We were silly to think that murder would solve anything. We thought that convincing the general population that you can't trust police officers would throw the city into chaos. We were imbeciles to think that this would help our cause.

I cannot continue endorsing evil.

The children run from the classroom and I use the door handle to pull myself to my feet, although I can't walk without a severe limp.

I grab the walkie talkie from my belt, debating just who I am now.

Am I a real officer now? Have I abandoned my mother? Just who am I?

"Officer Willis, we have..." I choke, trying my best to hold back the tears, "We have multiple casualties. Safe to proceed inside. All perpetrators have been neutralized".

What life have I been living where I thought this would work out? What kind of evil corrupted me to make me believe that this would ever be worth it?

I'm done with who I used to be.

I'm more than a part to a dastardly plan.

I am more than that.

Nick POV

I sit beside Judy in the corner furthest away from the door, cringing each time I hear the sound of a gun being fired.

Judy curls up into my side, but I have no time to even consider the act being the least bit romantic. This is a truly grisly situation.

I register the sounds of whispers around me asking various questions that no one seems to be able to answer.

"What's happening?".

"Why is someone shooting?".

"How long until the police get here?".

Upon hearing the loud pops come to a halt, the class listens on in apprehension, Ms. Bronson staring towards the door as if she is expecting someone to walk through it rather soon.

Thankfully, I never live to see such a sight.

Four or five officers guide us out of the building as more and more ambulances pull into the parking lot, and I exchange an expression of pure terror with my friends as the rays of the sun hit my fur.

If there's one person in the school that a large group of animals would want dead, well...it'd be me. So the question is: who were these...these...demons trying to kill?

Thirty Minutes Later

My mother sits beside me and Judy, constantly hugging me, and I don't blame her.

Upon hearing the news of gunfire at my school, her mind immediately jumped to the conclusion that it was me that the murderers were after, and it's no shock why.

I feel my mind racing as I see Kygo assisting with those that are injured by bullet fragments or those who are mentally traumatized.

Her eyes meet mine and she limps over to us, and I notice the blood on her leg that she seems to be favoring.

"Nick! Judy!" she begins breathlessly, "I assume you would like to know just what the heck is going on".

We nod as she sits on the pavement in front of us, wincing as she relocates her leg into a less agonizing position.

"There were three police officers that went inside and held a classroom hostage" she sighs, "and I managed to stop two of them. The other could have easily killed me but he...he offed himself instead. I just know they were trying to stir up controversy, and it most likely will. After all, they were government hired police officers".

"Did they" I begin, asking the question that my mother and Judy don't dare to ask, "did they-".

"Kill anyone? I'm afraid so. The teacher, and one student. There's a lot of injured kids, but it could have ended a lot worse" she says, staring up at the sky, "some animals in this world sure are stupid".

The entire predicament feels like a freakish nightmare, and I feel quite dizzy as Judy asks yet another question.

"What teacher? And what student?" she asks, although she probably didn't know either of them considering the fact that she's relatively new.

"I don't remember the names, but the media is already calling it a "hate crime" against foxes, because, well...a fox was killed" she finishes, and I immediately grow indignant.

"Wait, what?" I ask, sitting up straighter with focused eyes, "a hate crime?".

She nods slowly.

I glance over at Violet to reassure myself that it isn't her that's dead, and then I take a deep breath.

"So where are the other three guards that were with you?" Judy asks, catching Kygo off guard.

"Oh...that's kind of the thing..." she begins.

"It was them?" Nick's mom asks angrily.

"I don't know what happened" Kygo swears, "they were assigned to protect Nick but...they must've had other intentions. I'll see you guys later" she finishes, limping back over to resume helping the injured that aren't seriously hurt enough to go to the hospital.

None of it seems real as I scan through the news feed on my phone as the sirens fill the air around me, my heart hurting for all the injured students and staff; especially the two who died.

It is currently being dubbed as a "hate crime", and many animals are actually siding with foxes. I read a lengthy comment describing how evil is not something that is displayed by the worst of foxes, but anyone who thinks that foxes are lesser.

The comment has seventy three thousand likes, and people seem to be rallying behind that statement.

I see anti-discrimination posts from animals that I never imagined would even consider supporting foxes, causing me to become entranced in the sudden change in stance.

My eyes actually begin tearing up with tears of happiness as I scan over the various comments, provoking Judy to glance my way.

"You okay?" she asks sweetly.

Although I've always been emotional, I've also always been terrific at hiding it. Ever since I met Judy, that's kind of changed. I'm not afraid to show what I'm feeling anymore because I know that there's someone at my side who would never judge me for it.

I stumble upon a particular eye-opening comment, and I simply turn my phone around to show Judy.

So, this is what it's come to?! We couldn't just be accepting before and spare the lives of a child and a teacher? In this sad, sad world, equality comes with a cost, I guess. Foxes are no worse than us! In fact, beating up on a minority in this way definitely hints towards the theory that we're the monsters here. Everyone is equal, and equality should not have to come with a cost like this! All you AAFE idiots, just stop! If we can't learn to be accepting, lives will continue to be at stake.

Judy nods as she reads the comment, silently agreeing with it.

"It's sad that it takes something like this to wake people up" my mom speaks to us as she reads it as well.

Eventually we leave the school after waving goodbye to Violet and Melvin in the same car we rode to school in, strangely silent as our new driver carries us back to the Hopps' house.

I'm finally beginning to realize just how fragile life is, and although I've acknowledged how risky the situation is regarding discrimination and myself being at the center of it, I'm now starting to fully grasp it. I could die next week, or tomorrow, or even today.

"Are your parents home?" I ask Judy, realizing that I never saw them arrive at the school.

"Yeah. I texted them and told them not to worry and that I'm okay, and that I'll be home soon, but...knowing my mom, she'll probably still be worried" Judy tells me as we pull up in front of her home.

I slowly open the door, Judy and I proceeding to hop out, and then we immediately head up the stairs, still in quite the daze.

No one goes to school in the morning imagining that something such as death could ever occur in a classroom, but I guess it's not safe to take safety for granted anymore.

"I'm really glad it didn't happen in our classroom" Judy tells me softly as we near the top of the stairs, "I don't think I could get that image out of my head".

"Yeah" I reply, sounding quite dull, "I just wish we knew who it was who died, y'know? So we're sure it isn't someone we know".

Judy knocks on the door to her home and the door almost instantly opens, her parents pulling her into their embrace.

I stand back a bit awkwardly with my mother at my side, watching Judy's parents as they gratefully hug their daughter, glad that she is unharmed.

"I'm so sorry this happened" I hear her mother whisper to her, and then her eyes make their way over to me.

"And I'm sorry for you too, honey" she says, "your species doesn't deserve any of this".

Judy's parents have really come a long way from the way they were when I first met Judy. According to her, they once found it too risky to even converse with a fox without a jar of fox repellant nearby.

They preached this to Judy, but I guess she never chose to believe it, which gives me all the more respect for her.

After a few minutes of Judy talking to her parents inside, I begin feeling a bit overwhelmed with confusing emotions. I don't know if it's the haunting sounds of the gunshots echoing in my head, or if it's something else, but I simply can't think straight.

I sit down in a chair across the room and hold my bandaged head in my paws, trying to figure out what's bothering me so intensely.

From a neutral perspective, I probably look like an absolute nut-job. My head is spinning at an immense pace as I stare at the floor with focused eyes, listening to my heart as intently as possible.

My mom has always told me that in troubled times like these, the most important thing to do is to listen to your heart.

And then, in the blink of an eye, I know what it is I have to do.

I wait until Judy finishes talking with her parents and then I gather the courage to ask her a question.

I walk over to Judy as she pours herself a drink, my mother discussing the situation with her parents.

"Uh, Judy?" I ask her quietly and sheepishly as I reach her, and she places her drink on the countertop.

"Yeah?" she asks, still looking a bit stunned by the sudden tragic events of today. However, her voice is still laced with care.

"I-I need to talk to you" I say in a jittery manner, causing her to look quite interested.

"What about?" she asks, sounding a lot more confident than me; but then again, she doesn't know just what it is I'm wanting to discuss...or confess, rather.

It's a fear that I never thought I'd face head on like I am right now. Question is: is my bravery purely based off of intuition and instinct, or is this something I truly know is the logical thing to do? Judy seems really happy around me.

Yeah, Nick think positive! It's all going to work out!

"Oh, um..." I mutter, pulling on her sleeve to motion that I want her to move further back into the kitchen so that her parents can't quite hear us.

You're doing this.

"Nick?" she asks, confused by my bizarre actions as we stand in the corner of her apartment kitchen, my eyes lost in hers as my pulse pounds.

My stomach feels like it's been filled with ice cold water or something, and my body seems to tingle with absolute anxiety that seems to be consuming me.

What is this? Where has my confidence gone?

Doesn't matter. Too late to back away now.

"Judy" I stammer, "With everything that's happened today, it's really made me realize that life is a really fragile thing".

She nods.

"Yeah, it really is" she replies gently.

"So, I decided that there's some things in life that...you know, in case one of us gets hurt or...dies...maybe I should..." my heart is pounding with every word I speak, knowing that this is it.

This is the moment where I confess what my heart has been telling me ever since I met Judy. I mean, these moments come along for tons of animals, but I never imagined it to be so...so...terrifying!

"You're not going to say we can't be friends anymore, right?!" she asks nervously, "I've told you so many times, I don't care about how risky it is, I-".

"No, no! I'd never do that!" I say before she begins to panic, and she stares at me again in wonder.

"I was going to say that I should, you know, get some things out of the way" I say with a bashful smile.

Man, I really wish there were some way to let her know besides speaking the words; the words that seem to be stuck in my throat.

"Yeah, I know how you feel" she tells me, matching my grin with her usual cute smile, her eyes seeming to sparkle as she embraces the moment.

"So, there's something I need to say...to you" I say, taking a deep breath immediately afterwards, my face feeling hot with a love that will either end spectacularly or add yet another tragedy to an already tragic day.

"Oh" she says as if she's surprised, but she holds her smile, "same with me...to you".

What could that mean?! Does it mean what I think it means!?

I think of all the words I've spoken to her, all the days she's spent by my side, all the challenges we've faces, all the fears we've conquered, all the pain she has numbed and all the happiness she creates, and I know that there's nowhere else than I'd rather be than with her.

This is how it's supposed to be.

"Judy...I'm in love with you" I force out before I can trap the words in my throat, and I feel the air around me instantly grow a thousand times lighter.

As I study her eyes, her reaction seems like nothing short of absolute shock; like it's something she wasn't expecting me to say in a million years.

"R-really?" she stutters, staring at me with her mouth slightly agape and her amethyst eyes wide.

"Yeah" I admit, surely blushing by now, "I really am".

Finally she gives me a positive sign in the form of a gigantic grin as she looks at me with adoration, and I simply can't shake this feeling of absolute bliss that can't be matched.

I did it!

"Me too!" she says nearly loud enough for her parents to hear, "I love you too!".

I never thought the feeling of finally getting those words off of my chest could be matched, but the feeling of hearing those words from Judy's mouth provides me with a feel of ecstasy that I know is the best feeling I could ever dream of.

It sounds so typical and cheesy, but it's true that when my lips finally meet Judy's, nothing around me really matters.

I forget about the AAFE, the murderers, my father, the years of hatred against me. I forget about all the pain that had plagued me so avidly for years, because I know that the emotions I've felt have been quite the opposite of futile or pointless.

Although I denied to myself that I'd ever fall in love, here I am, admittedly utterly in love.

I feel as though I'm floating as I hold Judy closer, my mind racing with the brightest of thoughts.

All those nights spent wishing on a star were worth it, looking back on it now.

And I wouldn't wish for anything else.

Okay, first things first, the story is far from over (just for clarification) ;).

The shooting/hostage type scene is very reminiscent of what happens nearly every week/month in today's society, and it's a sad thing to live with. People may be asking this: "In a light romantic story like this, why is there a scene with such dark material?" Well, here's my best explanation-

This story is not a light romance, to start. Life can be very harsh and unforgiving, as many know, and there always exists that group of people who will do anything to get attention or to get their way. In this case, it was rather extreme (although not outside the realm of likeliness).

Sometimes it takes such a horrid event to wake up the people who would usually glance over the problem as if it were no big deal. Sometimes it takes brutal consequences for society to finally come to terms with the fact that people are hurting in ways that we could easily put a stop to.

(The fact that Nick, Judy and friends don't know that it's Finnick that's dead is also quite unsettling).

There's a purpose behind it all that will be brought into light as the story progresses.

On a lighter note, WHAT ABOUT THAT ENDING?! Finally, huh?! It's safe to say that Nick and Judy's relationship will be a whole lot more interesting from here on out.

Also, just one more thing- I created a forum for anyone who wants to discuss the story or anything about it- just take a look at the Zootopia forums and it should be listed! :)

Anyways, I hope everyone enjoyed chapter eighteen! Quite a jump between emotions there, huh?

Please leave any thoughts you may have in the reviews, and as always...

Until next time!