Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Zootopia or any respective characters. I'm not brave enough to challenge the mouse so it'll probably stay that way. All OCs, however, are mine. Rated M for violence, language, sex, drugs and suicide.

Author's Note: This is part reboot of my main Zootopia series and other part an R-rated sequel to the original film. Don't worry, you will get an ending to the Dark Mammal, I'm just in a creative slump right now and under a lot of stress. I appreciate all of my readers.

Chapter One: Night Before Dawn

Thirteen Years Ago

Fifteen year old Nick Wilde sat alone in the cold and rain, with nothing but a soaked gray hoodie to protect him from the elements. "I'm sorry momma," he cried to nobody and everybody, "I let you down!" He curled up against the graffitied wall in the alley, facing into his knees crying, with a black eye on the right side of his muzzle. He thought Raul was his friend, he thought he was cool, he worshipped the ground he walked on, but his mother wouldn't have any of it.

Learning how to pick pockets, rob convenient stores, steel cars and cook meth did not impress his mother in the slightest. She remembered the wide eyed, bushy-tailed Nick who wanted to be a Junior Ranger Scout, something better than the alleged scumbag most foxes, including his father (who he knew nothing about), were cursed to live as. After the traumatic event, little Nick gave up on those dreams and a couple years later, turned to the crowd of rulebreakers, which led him to want to become a gangbanger.

But, after getting out of juvy for the third time and seeming to have learned nothing, his poor mother had enough. "If you want to run around with your gangsta friends, you little shit," said his mother out of both anger and heartbreak, "if you want to be a thief and a killer, then I can't be your mother anymore! So get the fuck out because you're dead to me son!" As far as he knew, those would be the last words his mother would ever say to him. It didn't bother him, until that night.

As cool as he thought running with the new mob would be, his initiation would change his mind. Raul has been having trouble with a certain florist, an otter named Emmit or something. He wouldn't pay protection, no matter how many times the boys threatened him. Nick sat in the alley alone, with that very same revolver. No matter how hard he thought he was, Nick Wilde wasn't a killer. He couldn't stomach taking an innocent life.

Raul Salazar, his jaguar buddy that taught him the ways of the streets, was not forgiving. A good smack to the face and his parting words betrayed that fact. Raul put a single bullet into the gun, gave it to Nick and said "Either that bullet goes into the otter, or yourself!" Nick knew that the one who's life that deserved to be ended was his own, so he found himself all alone in a heavy rainstorm, crying like a baby and talking to himself.

"I'm no gangsta,"cried Nick to himself, "I'm no killer! I just want my momma back!" He knew that he couldn't have that last thing, for it was too late now. So he reached into the pocket of his soaked hoodie, struggling to get a grip, and pulled out the revolver. He looked at the gun ominously, while soaking in the torrents of water, looking at his reflection in the shiny metal, seeing all to clear through the water droplets what he had become.

Click!

He pulled back the hammer and held the barrel up to his forehead, attempting to mumble some sort of prayer as he prepared to answer for all his misdeeds. He shook and shuddered, from both the cold and though misery, causing the gun to slide down in front of his left eye. He stared at the bullet at the other end, trying to feel as brave as possible as he pulled the trigger.

Click!

He expected everything to fade to white as he was brought to face judgement. But not this time. He found himself still alone, in the exact same spot where he pulled the trigger, still cold and wet. Nick turned the revolver away and tried to shoot at the pavement out of curiosity. All he got was an endless parade of clicks. Nick threw the gun into a puddle, mustered all his strength and climbed out of the alley to the nearest dry place he could find.

ZPD Precinct One, present day

Nick Wilde would remember that night when he attempted to take his own life for as long as he lived. For awhile, he thought it had been a mistake, he was convinced that, after leaving hardcore crime for selling cheap goods and not paying taxes being the best he could be now, that he deserved to die. The only thing that saved his sorry ass was the worst rain storm he was ever caught in. But now, things were different. In light of one of the biggest conspiracies in Zootopia's history, he found himself having a real, honest job working for the law, with his good natured and fairly attractive bunny partner, Judy Hopps.

"So slick," said Judy enthusiastically as they left the bullpen, "ready for another day on patrol?" "Sure thing, carrots," said Nick, "but sometimes I have to ask, why are you so wrapped up in your job? Don't you have goals outside of work?" "You try being set up on four blind dates this past week by your parents," said Judy, "work is where it seems everyone gets me." Oh, I wish, thought Nick as he briefly found himself sexualizing the bunny, until he caught himself and gave himself a mental ass whooping. It's not like pred-prey relationships were anything to be ashamed of, but foxes and rabbits were once natural enemies and Judy is his partner. He could not afford to forget that.

"Maybe I should go out with you," said Judy, causing Nick to feel a mixture of sudden joy and shock at the same time. Judy saw Nick was frozen with a weird look on his face, then assured him, "just to spite them." "But, but," muttered Nick, "I'm a fox." "You are also a good cop," said Judy, "and way more understanding of me than any buck I've met." "But not boyfriend material," said Nick, pretending to sound relieved. "Well," said Judy, "in Zootopia, anyone can be anything. Who knows? Maybe we'll both find the right mate some day." I wish, thought Nick.

As they got into the cruiser, with Judy driving again, ready to start the day, Nick decided to try to revive the conversation. "So did you always want to be a cop," asked Nick, "or is it a strong, empowered bunny sort of thing?" "Okay," said Judy, "that's slightly insulting, but I'll humor you. I watched a lot of movies as a kit and heard many stories about brave police officers. That and an urge to make the world a better place got me here. What about you?"

"The Junior Ranger Scouts was only the beginning for my life of crime," said Nick hesitantly. "I wouldn't call slightly shady business deals a life of crime," said Judy, "not the way you're saying it." "Did you know that I know how to cook meth," asked Nick rhetorically. "No, I didn't," said Judy, "you never mentioned anything like that." "I did worse things than popsicle hustling when I was younger," said Nick, "and it almost killed me. I still don't know where my mother ended up after she kicked me out of the house." "You're mother," asked Judy. "Haven't seen her since I was fifteen," said Nick, "and I probably never will." "But Nick," said Judy, "you've changed a lot since then. You've become a good, decent, hard working mammal that's helping more mammals than you could've dreamed of back then." "For all I know," said Nick with a hint of guilt in his voice, "she may be dead now."

Savannah Central

"Did you know there's a bunch of websites that document the crazy shit that goes on in Paw-Mart stores," asked Nick as he and Judy walked into the shopping center on a call about a suspicious mammal. "No," said Judy, "and I probably don't want to know." "Well too late," said Nick, "we're about to investigate one of those weirdos. You don't see mammals like this anywhere else in society. They all seem to hang out in Paw-Mart, of all places."

They walked into the store and were greeted by an antelope, probably one of the store managers. "Usually the crazies show up late, after the normal mammals have gone to sleep," said the manager. "Define normal," said Judy, "I thought there was no such thing as completely normal." And you thought the naturalist club was bad, thought Nick, prepare to see something worse. "Trust me," said the nervous antelope, who escorted them to the ladies room, "there is nothing normal or acceptable about this, this thing!"

The antelope cracked open the door, then Nick and Judy looked inside the bathroom and saw the hairiest looking dingo in a big, gaudy dress with an unholy amount of makeup on. "Sweet cheese and crackers," muttered Judy in horror as the dingo stared at them. "Hey there, cutey," said the deep voiced, near toothless dingo, "why don't you join a fellow lady? I'll take your baby for you!"

Judy slammed the door shut and turned to Nick, her muzzle frozen in fear. "Nick," said Judy, "I'm not going near that sick fuck until he's in cuffs." "Come on," said Nick, pretending not to be bothered by what he just saw, "it's the ladies room. You're a lady. You take care of the methed up he-she." "Nick," said Judy, fiercely, "being chased by a savage jaguar was scary enough. The possibility of getting impregnated by that thing terrifies me even more! You go detain him," said Judy, "or her. I don't even know what to call it." "Fine," groaned Nick as he creaked open the door.

"Hey there little pervert," he said in a baby-talk voice as the dingo was gnawing on a pair of panties, "I'm Officer Wilde," he pointed to the badge, "and I just want to talk to you. Other mammals are scared you know. Just come with me and I'll… aaaahhhh!" Nick screamed as the dingo charged at him, knocking him onto the filthy floor of the public bathroom. "That's assaulting a police officer," shouted Nick as the dingo turned him muzzle down.

"Judy," Nick's screams could be heard quite clearly from the outside, "I think I turned him on! Juuudddyyy! I don't want to do this!" Judy slowly opened the door, preparing for the worst. What she saw next, she couldn't help but laugh at. The most macho fox in the world was being wet humped by a cross-dressing meth head. "Aaaahhhh," screamed Nick, "I feel his jizz going up my ass! Taze the bastard!"

Zzzzzaaapp!

Judy fired the taser, causing the dingo to freeze, then shake erratically, not letting go of Nick. The perv was now on extra voltage, still humping Nick. "Get it off me," screamed Nick, "get this sick motherfucker off me now!" Judy giggled and cringed as she shoved the dingo off Nick and onto the floor. Then, as Judy was about to cuff the dingo, she heard a cheesy acoustic guitar intro, as a certain song came on over the store's PA system.

"Gonna find my baby, gonna hold her tight, gonna grab some afternoon delight. My motto's always been when it's right it's right, why wait until the middle of a cold dark night? When everything's a little clearer in the light of day, and we know the night is always gonna be here any way…"

"Thinkin' of you's working up my appetite, looking forward to a little afternoon deight. Rubbin' sticks and stones together makes the sparks ignite and the thought of loving you is getting so exciting. Sky rockets in flight! Boom! Afternoon delight! Aaaa-aaa-aaa-afternoon de.."

"You sick fucks," screamed a traumatized Nick, "I'm never coming back to this shithole again!" "Nick," said Judy as she firmly gripped the offending dingo, "I'm sorry about what just happened today." As Nick stuck his rear end into one of the toilets, desperately trying to wash the semen off his rear, he said, "Then stop laughing you dumb bunny! I just got violated for fuck's sake!" "If you stop whining," said Judy, "I might make it up to you." "How," asked Nick, "what can you do to make me feel better?" "I know a place not too far from here after we get off duty," answered Judy as Nick picked himself up and began aggressively wiping his muzzle. "This isn't a date or anything," asked Nick. "I think of it more as two coworkers bonding over food after a rough day," said Judy, "but you can tell your friends whatever you want." "Sounds fair, officer fluff," said Nick as he finally calmed down, "but first, I need to go back to the ZPD locker room and rinse this shit off of me."

ZPD Precinct One

Biff!

The kangaroo detective, wearing a black suit jacket over a gray polo shirt and jeans with a slouch hat, pounded on the jaguar in the interrogation room. "Alright mate," said the kangaroo, who's name was Detective George McBoot, "tell me where the drugs and the guns came from!" "Fuck you Mack," said the jaguar, "you should've died back in the 'Paw!" Mack, as that was Detective McBoot's nickname, didn't like to hear that statement. Before the ZPD, Mack was a soldier in the Mammalian Defense Force, or MDF. During the controversial intervention in the asian country of Vietpaw, he fought against the invisible communist enemy bravely, only to find out that some of the mammals he served alongside had less noble pursuits while abroad. "Who gave you the China white," asked Mack angrily, "you tell me before more mammals die!" "Like I care," said the Jaguar.

Wham!

"Dylan said you were a hardass," said the jaguar, "I should've known he was right!" "You mean Dylan Krueger," asked Mack. "Nope," lied the jaguar nervously, "I don't know any cougars." "I never told you his species," said Mack, "just his last name. Now who else does he hang out with?" "Like I'm gonna tell you that," said the jaguar, "I like breathing too much!"

Mack pulled out his sidearm, a 9mm Beretta, and shoved it into the jaguar's face. The jaguar pleaded for mercy as he stared into the barrel of the kangaroos gun. But Mack shrugged it off and said, "You won't talk because you fear death, correct?" The jaguar nodded nervously. "Would you talk because you feared it?"

"McBoot," bellowed a familiar voice from behind him, "put the gun away and get your ass to my office, now!" Mack turned around and saw a cape buffalo scowling at him. Chief Bogo knew the vitality of his work, but did not appreciate those times he came really close to crossing the line. Heroin may be sucking the life out of Zootopia, but cops abusing their power wouldn't help.

"I have a name," said Mack as he walked into the office, not noticing the uniformed rabbit standing in the corner, watching him, "it may very well be Spotzen's boys running this operation. I know for a fact that Sergent Krueger was one of them and the jaguar gave me his name!" "McBoot," said Bogo, "I know you weren't exactly welcomed home after the war." "Try getting spat on, cursed at and even death threats from naive assholes," interrupted Mack. "That's beside the point," said Bogo, "while drug dealers can't sell poison while dead, they can ruin our case. And we both know how important it is to shut these mammals down."

"And I'm here to help," chimed in Judy, causing Mack to jump a little and instinctively reach for his pistol. "Don't try and scare me you dumb bitch," said Mack, "I might've killed you!" "What," asked Judy. "He was in Vietpaw," answered Bogo, "and some of him is still there." "Oh," Judy awkwardly realized what just happened, "sorry about that uh, Detective," Judy tried to apologize, "I'm Officer Judy Hopps."

"I know who you are," said Mack, "I've seen you in the news. Bellwether may have been bad and all, but it's nothing compared to what I've seen in life or what I deal with on a daily basis," he then turned around to Bogo, "what's she doing here?" "I've assigned you my two most promising recruits to keep tabs on you and assist the investigation on the heroin trade," answered Bogo, "I thought that they might be valuable assets." "Now listen Chief Bufallo-Butt," said Mack, "I do not need two babysitters that are young enough to be my children! Reprimand me all you want, but this is just insulting!" "Wait a second," chimed in Judy, causing Bogo and Mack to pause for a split second, "are you Danny's dad?"

Back in the locker rooms, Nick was finally done rinsing the last of the dingo's cum off of him, when he was greeted by his academy buddy, Danny McBoot. "Gonna find my baby, gonna hold her tight," Danny began to sing, but was cut off by Nick. "I will shove a nightstick up your ass if you keep singing that infernal tune," said Nick angrily. "Ok dad," said Danny sarcastically, "I'm sorry I made fun of one of your war stories again." "Oh calm down," said Nick, "your dad can't be as rough as you make him sound." "Do you even have one to compare to," asked Danny. "Well, no but…"

"Unfuckin' believable," said an angry voice barging into the locker room, "Lord Bogo thinks I need a fuckin' babysitter!" "Speak of the devil," said Danny, turning his attention to the older kangaroo, "it looks like dad is pissed about something." "Save it son," said Mack as he walked up to Nick and Danny, "it looks like I have you two plus the rabbit on my investigation."