Chapter 5: The truth shall set you free

Simon stuffed all the food he could pack in a hastily made sack. Whoever these people were, they were angry. Simon had a plan of course. He would quickly leave a note at Mae's door, go to the Possum spring's train depot, and escape. He had to leave as soon as possible. He quickly grabbed the oil lantern and lit it. Time to go. Simon quickly grabbed the latch to the door and opened it... It wasn't... No.

The world outside wasn't Possum Springs. It was pure darkness. A single, bloody, tile walkway stretched to a familiar wooden door. Simon nearly fell over. He couldn't understand. Simon pinched himself. Nothing. He couldn't make heads or tails of it. He carefully jumped down onto the floor. It felt real. Very real. He turned around and saw the box cart was being held up by a set of giant bloody paws which stretched off into the darkness. There was no floor except for the walkway. He continued to walk forward and put a paw on the door knob. He turned it and... It was the room he and Mae had found earlier in the day. Simon stepped inside, jumping as the door slammed shut behind him. The room was quiet and outside appeared to be normal. He set down his sack and opened the door, it was just the attic. Simon looked around before he closed it once again. Simon sat down on the bed and looked around. Was he crazy?

Simon pulled the note out and re-read it. He couldn't understand what was going on and he placed the note back in his pocket. He touched the bed again, dusty but soft. Perhaps resting here wouldn't be too bad. He would figure out what to do in the morning.

He went back to the door and noted a lock on the door and a set of keys which hung next to it. Simon quickly locked the door, set his food to the side and slipped his gun under his pillow.

Simon heard knocking. He quickly sat up and pulled his pistol out. Simon knew it, they had come for him. He should have run while he still had the chance. Simon bolted up and pulled out his pistol. They had come for him, he knew it! He shouldn't have stayed. He readied himself and quickly unlocked the door, carefully slamming it opened and pointed the pistol at... Mae. "Whoa whoa! Simon! What are you doing!"

She shrunk back from the gun with her paws raised. How did? "Mae, how did you find me?"

"I just heard you snoring in here Simon. I didn't expect you to pull a gun on me!"

"I... I'm sorry. I thought... Never mind."

"Simon, what is it? Why are you hiding up here? Why do you have a gun!"

"None of your business Mae!"

"Are you like some international criminal or something? Or a spy that came here to plan an invasion?"

"What! That's ridiculous Mae!"

"Then, what? Why are you up here?"

"Because I'm homeless!"

There was an awkward silence between the two. "What?"

"I'm homeless. I don't... I don't have a place to stay."

"Why?"

Simon stuttered as he tried to come up with an excuse. "Because... Because I hiked out here. I was... Living with my grandma prior to coming here. She died and left me with nothing so I... I had to leave and make it on my own."

He knew she wasn't going to fall for that flimsy excuse. She accusatory stare clearly expressed this. "Simon, you're lying. I can tell."

"I..."

He sat down on the bed. "I know... It's complicated."

She sat down with him. "Simon, you can tell me. I know another homeless guy named Bruce. He's lives in a hut by the church."

She put an arm on his shoulder. "You can tell me. I won't judge."

He stayed quiet before taking a deep breath. "Can... Can we talk about this some other time. I really don't feel like it right now."

"Come on Simon, don't be ashamed. If anything, I'll end up like you once my parents start to hate me and kick me out of the house."

Simon remained silent. Mae brushed up against him. "So, you want to go check out the old rail yard?"

"What?"

"You said you wanted to go check out the old abandoned places of Possum Springs. I'll take you around."

"Oh... I... Sure. Why not. I need to think."

"Great! Let's go."

He sat up. "Why are you here anyways?"

"I got up early so I could feed my rats. That way, I wouldn't have to worry about feeding them later."

"Early?"

He looked out the window. It was clearly morning, about seven. "I don't get up until about ten and I have things to do today so I decided to find you before the afternoon."

The place had been sealed off by a wire fence which had rusted and fallen apart with disuse and nature. Mae and Simon snuck in through a gap in the fence and wandered between the tracks. The actual mine was about three miles away from the station according to Mae. Vandals had covered the station in graffiti and smashed whatever they could. Feral animals had nested wherever they could. There was the smell of rust, gravel, old coal dust, and rotting wood permeated the air as they walked through the old terminal. "So Simon, why did you come here to possum springs?"

He was quiet for a moment, trying to think of a reason. "I... I don't know, I just started to drift I guess. I just ended up here."

"Well you picked a shitty place to drift to in case you hadn't realized it."

"I'm not from around here so I wouldn't know."

"Well, then you should get the hell out while you still can."

Simon stopped for a moment... Get the hell out while you still can. Just like that note. Was... No, that wasn't possible... Or could it? The two cats followed the tracks to the old docking platform. The terminal was dilapidated and worn away with age. The paint was chipped in places and the iron structures were covered in rust. Simon jumped onto the platform and looked at a large building, likely an administration building. Mae ran on ahead. "Come on Simon, lets go into the building!"

Simon quickly ran after her. Mae first darted into the building and Simon followed shortly after. He had arrived in some receptionist area, light poured in from a glass the doors and a skylight. Simon looked around. Mae had darted off somewhere. "Mae? Where are you?"

"Marco!"

Simon followed the voice and came to a hallway with doors. "Mae?"

"Marco!"

Simon heard her from the far end of the hallway on the left where a door quickly shut. Simon ran over and tried to open the closed door, it was locked from the other side. He could barely make out Mae behind the door's frosted window where the sun came in through a window. He knocked on the door. "Mae? You in there? Let me in!"

"You have to catch me Simon!"

Simon tried to kick down the door but it was solid. He decided he should break the window and manipulate the lock from the other side. Simon looked around the building for something that could serve as a good window breaker. Eventually, he found a brick which was near a damaged wall. Simon took the brick and ran back to the room. He smashed the window with the brick. The frosted glass plane shattered with impact and revealed the room to be empty except for a desk in the center which lead up to a hole in the ceiling. Simon ran back out and towards a staircase where he could get upstairs. Unfortunately, the staircase had collapsed long ago which meant he couldn't get up the the second floor, especially with his busted arm. He decided the desk would be the best option to get up.

Simon backtracked and got back into the room where Mae had climbed up to the second floor. He made sure to avoid the glass shards when he opened the door, climbed on top of the desk and jumped up to the hole in the ceiling. He caught the ledge of the floor above with his arms and tried to pull himself up. Unfortunately, he slipped off and landed on the desk with a painful thud. He groaned a little and he heard Mae run back. "Simon! Are you okay?"

He saw her peer back over the edge of the hole. "Simon!"

Simon groaned and sat up. "I'm fine, just-"

Simon heard the floor groan below him. He froze. "Oh shi-"

The floor, weakened from weather and age, caved in and swallowed Simon and the desk up. A large cloud of dust was created as the desk fell through the floor and crashed into the basement. Simon coughed, trying to wave away some of the dust. "Oh my god! Simon!"

He sat up and got off the desk. "I'm fine! Don't worry about me."

Simon looked around the basement. It was dark with the exception of the light that came in from the upstairs office. Mae managed to climb down from the second floor to the first one and offered Simon a hand. "Here, let me help you."

Simon jumped up and Mae grabbed his hand only to drop him. Simon fell back again and looked at Mae who smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, guess I don't have the strength to pull you up."

Simon turned over. "Don't worry, I'll go look for another way out."

"Yea, you do that, there's a door somewhere in there which should lead up, I'll go open the basement door and help you out."

"Thank you Mae."

Mae ran off and Simon got up. The room was dark so he turned on his phone's flashlight. It was cluttered with old furniture and miscellaneous objects. Simon heard banging and followed it. It lead him to a staircase where a thick wooden door rumbled a bit as Mae hit it. Simon grabbed the knob and tore it off. "Oh shit!"

"Simon?"

Mae stopped hitting the door. "Simon? Are you okay? What happened?"

Simon tried to put it back in a futile effort to fix it. "The fucking knob broke off!"

"What!"

Simon turned around and threw away the knob. "I... I'm going to try to find another way out or... to break down the door."

"Okay, I'll... I'll look for something to help."

"Okay."

Simon walked back down into the basement and looked around. Surely, there must be tools left behind. He began to move around the basement, checking shelves and surfaces for any tools he could use. Simon then noticed a box mounted on the wall labeled fire ax. He quickly opened it and grumbled when he saw the mount was empty. Simon sat back down and shined the flashlight around the room for anything that could help. Nothing. Simon then noticed another door labeled boiler room. Perhaps he could find something in there. Simon stood up and went over. He opened the door and saw the boiler room which was long quiet.

He shut the door out of frustration and heard something crash on the other side. Simon opened the door and... It was the strange world again. Simon looked through and saw the tile floor extending outwards into the darkness. Simon pulled out his knife and walked through the door and onto the bloody floor. He walked carefully along the path, making sure he wouldn't accidentally fall off. Eventually, the path came to a intersection. Left or right?

Simon took the right path and walked. He noticed cages hanging by chains. The bars of these cages had been broken, as if the occupants had burst out. Given the nature of his nightmarish creations and the situation he was in, Simon expected to find trouble. Eventually, he came to the end of a pathway. A fire ax laid at the end of the walkway. He put away his knife and picked up the ax, trying getting accustomed to its weight.

He heard a nightmarish roar behind him. Simon quickly turned around just in time to see one of the faceless creations charge him. Simon readied the ax struck the creature's right side, cutting it and knocking it to the floor. He pulled his ax out of the creature's body and it continued the twitch. He raised his ax and finished it off, bisecting its head with ease.

Simon pulled the ax out of the enemy, spraying blood as he pulled it out. He quickly ran along, encountering another faceless. Simon swung his ax at the creature's leg and lopped it off. The beast made to grab him only to receive the ax in it's spine, stopping it.

Simon ran back to the intersection and turned left, narrowly avoiding the abyss as the path in front of him crumbled. He ran until he saw the door, quickly bashing through and shut it behind him.

He breathed hard. His body shuddered violently as he heaved heavy breaths. He looked at the ax, the blood was gone and and evidence of the nightmare dimension was gone. Had he imagined the whole ordeal up again and simply retrieved the ax from the storage room? Or was what he experienced real? Simon tried to assure himself that what he was likely his imagination. That he had simply wandered into the dark depths of his imagination. Simon shook his head to rid himself of the thoughts, readied his ax again and walked towards the basement door. He lifted his ax and hit the door. It splintered under his attack. He hit it again. The ax cut deeper into the door.

Simon hit the door again and again. Eventually, it broke. He managed to push through the splintered door and carefully walked through. Mae had left, likely to find something to help get him out. He walked back to the lobby and went through the front door. Mae was nowhere in sight so he decided to sit down on the front steps. He leaned his head on the ax and rested.

Simon felt something nudging him and he quickly sat up. Mae stood in front of him. Apparently, he had fallen asleep as he waited for her and slumped against ax. "Simon, you got out!"

He stood up and worked out the knots in his body as he cleared his mental fog. "Yea, yea... What time is it?"

"I don't know, I don't usually keep a watch."

He sat up and picked up his ax. Mae looked at his new tool and smiled. "Cool ax! Can I hold it?"

Simon shrugged and gave her the ax. She hefted it up and made a few mock swings with it. Simon rubbed the back of his head and he stood by her. "I managed to find it in a box down there and I used it to break the door down."

Mae turned around and handed the ax back to him. "Why don't you hold onto it. I'll only find a way to get in trouble with it."

"Where were you anyways"

"I looked around the machine shop for something that could help. Unfortunately, the workers had taken everything and whatever left was looted."

"Okay."

"And then I tried to put something together to break the door down."

"What?"

She laughed sheepishly and held up a hand which was covered in cuts. "I'm not very good with improvising apparently."

The two began to walk back to town, Simon held the ax over his shoulder as he walked with Mae. "Sorry I got you into that mess Simon. I should have realized I it was a bad idea to go there."

"It's okay Mae. I got out in the end okay."

"And you got an ax out of it."

"Well, if I didn't get it, I would have been stuck down there."

"But you did so... That's a win for you."

Simon and Mae parted after they went back to town. Mae ran off to find her friends while Simon ran back to his den. He snuck in and stashed his ax away. He had locked the door behind him and quietly sat down, re-reading the same note again and again. Simon still wondered what he should do. For the first time in a long while, he felt accepted by someone and cared for. To have it all taken away from him...

Simon shook his head and growled angrily. Angry at the bastards who want to kill him but mostly angry at himself for not being stronger. He realized that his panic last night was dictated by fear and a irrational paranoia that everyone was out to get him. He then realized that he would have been willing to throw away everything at a moments notice and that angered him more. Now, he wasn't sure what to feel. He looked up at the dying light. Perhaps he could ask Mae. After all, she dropped out of college even though she knew she would have to return to this town. This dreary, dying town. Perhaps she could offer a reason for him to stay behind, even if it meant he would be in danger. He wanted a reason to stay. He... He didn't want to leave.

Simon followed behind Mae and Bea along the dirt road. Mae had come back to him earlier and offered to take him on another fantastic adventure with Bea. Unfortunately, she failed to mention that Bae was actually coming out here to repair a furnace for some old lady. Not the most glamorous thing to do but it would provide him with an opportunity to talk to Mae. It was night out and they had traveled quite the distance from the town. The three had left the car in the driveway and proceeded up towards the house. Mae and Bae made small talk while Simon stayed behind lost in his thoughts. "Couldn't you just like refuse to do housecalls?"

"Nope."

"It's called a job and people pay you to do it. Ideally at least."

Mae stopped to stare at a large structure in the driveway and Simon almost bumped into her. Bae stopped and turned around. "You coming?"

"There's a thing back here in the driveway!"

"Yea, she's an old lady. She's got weird shit in her yard."

"It's like a windmill!"

"Yep."

"I've never been back up here before."

"Mae Borowski, you have now been here."

"It's nice."

"Yeah, just a bunch of old cabins people turned into houses. Some hunting camps. So don't get shot or anything."

Simon paused to stare around letting his mind wander. It was a lovely night out. Fireflies darted about in the lawn and a light mist covered the woods. The moon shown brightly above and Simon could see stars out. He felt at peace for a while until Mae disrupted him and pulled him along. Bea stopped at the front door. "Okay, let me do the talking okay?"

Mae and Simon agreed and Bea knocked on the door. After a while, an old lady had come out. "Oh, thank you for coming on such short notice."

The trio entered. Simon hung back behind the two. Bae nodded. "No problem."

"I can sleep through a four alarm fire but that furnace..."

"We'll take a look at it."

"Ever since Gene passed away I just can't abide that thumping."

"Understandable."

The old lady sighed and a dreamy look came over her face as she began to reminisce back to her early days. "Gene was such a darling man..."

"Hold that thought."

Simon paused. What did that mean? Mae was confused as well and silently whispered to Bae. "Hey, what did you mean by hold that thought."

Bae leaned back. "Wait for it."

The old lady shook her head. "I'll never forgive them for taking him away..."

"Uh huh."

"Ain't like I didn't treat him right... I looked it up on the internet... He didn't smell or nothing."

Simon took a few second to connect the dots before he realized what the lady was referring to. "Wait...for...it..."

"You can't take a woman's husband just because he's dead!"

Simon wanted to yell at the lady and scoff at her for her strange behavior but decided to keep his opinion to himself. Mae gasped. "Holy god!"

The lady pointed to a couch. "Took him right off that couch."

Bae coughed awkwardly. "It's a crime."

Mae almost snickered. "A crime was definitely committed alright."

The lady growled. "They just couldn't abide not being able to tax him anymore, that's what it was."

She eventually steadied herself. "Well, I won't talk your ears off about it."

The lady lead her deeper into her house. "Come take a look at my fridge while you're here!"

"We bill by half the hour."

The two cats followed quietly behind and stopped when they arrived in the kitchen. Bae stood by trying to look interested and the old lady smiled as she put a paw to her fridge. Mae nodded. "Good job."

Bae nodded. "Yeah, it's a nice fridge. What's the problem?"

The old lady shook her head. "Oh, there's no problem. It's just a classic. An original luna freeze."

"Wow."

"They were all the rage when I was your age. They last forever and they make me feel so young."

Mae cut in. "I saw one of these the other night when I got back into town."

The old lady looked at Mae with interest. "Oh really? Where?"

"Upside down under some logs in a creek in a ravine"

Mae's blunt response made the room feel very uncomfortable. Bae broke it. "So! Furnace!"

The old lady shook her head. "Oh yes, right through here to the basement."

"Sounds good. Come on guys."

Mae and Simon followed Bae through a door which lead down into the basement. Bae turned around. "Alright. We'll be down there for a bit. Please remember not to lock us in."

The old lady looked at her in confusion. "What?"

"Last time we sent someone, he got locked in the basement."

"I assure you that did not happen."

"Um, he called me from your basement."

"Your man did smell a bit of booze when he came by."

"Oh. Ok."

Mae leaned into Bae. "Busted."

"Or something."

Bae turned around. "Okay! Down we go!"

Mae turned to the old lady. "It was nice meeting you."

"I don't really know who you are little person."

Simon sat beside Mae as they watched Bae fix the furnace. Mae had finished jumping about the room and looking at various knickknacks the old woman had gathered over the years. This woman was clearly a hoarder of some sort in the eyes of Simon.

Simon looked to Mae. He couldn't take it anymore. He didn't want to bottle up his thoughts and emotions to Mae. He wanted to tell her everything. His true origins, his mental state, anything that would help him lift some burden off his chest. He thought for a moment and decided on what he should tell her first. "Mae... I need to talk with you."

She turned to him. "What is it?"

"I... I have a confession to make."

"In addition to being homeless?"

"Yes."

"Well, what is it?"

"I... You remember how I killed that guy a few days ago?"

"Now you feel like talking about it? A few days ago you were really sensitive about it. Why the sudden change?"

"Something... Something happened."

"What?"

"I..."

Simon carefully pulled out the small piece of paper out of his jacket and gave it to her. She read over it and handed it back to him, clearly confused. "I found this on my old hideout yesterday. It was stabbed into the door with my knife. I... I was planning on running away until I remembered that room we found in that building. I wanted to make a plan but couldn't figure out what to do."

"Well that shouldn't be too hard, the trains run through possum springs all the time. Remember? That's how Casey got out."

"That's the problem Mae... I... I don't want to leave."

"What could be more important then your life Simon?"

"I actually feel like I belong here Mae. I have a job here... Friends... You are my friend right?"

She smiled and nodded. "Of course. We do all sorts of stuff together."

" Back home, I didn't have friends... I never felt like I belong anywhere back home... Out here... I feel happy."

"Happy... That's something most people don't feel anymore out here."

"Is it really that bad here?"

"Ever since the mines closed and the highway was built, Possum Springs just isn't what it used to be. All the jobs got taken away and nobody passes through here anymore."

"So... Should I stay or should I run?"

"That's up to you Simon. I won't judge you for leaving but if you stay, I'll fight along side you."

"Really?"

"Yea! I can eff some people's shit up! My ex BF and I once beat up a gang."

"Really?"

"With nothing but trashcans and chains."

Simon laughed a little and Mae leaned into him. Bae eventually came back. "Alright you two, the furnace is fixed. I don't want to hang around here for longer then I have to so lets leave."

The two sat up and made to leave for the door when Bae suddenly held them back. "Wait."

The two stopped and Bae went up the stairs. He heard the sound of a door knob jangling before Bae came back down. "Damn it, we're locked in."

She hit herself in the head. "Aaaaagh, I knew this was going to happen. Stupid, stupid Bae."

Mae asked a question. "Can't you yell?"

"It's not gonna work."

Bae turned around and cupped her mouth. "MRS MARANDAAAAA!"

A moment of silence passed and Bae shook her head. "It didn't work."

Bae went back up the stairs. "Well, the knob is really old and loose, maybe I can like... figure this out."

Mae grabbed Simon's hand. "We'll go look around too!"

Bae snorted. "Yea, you two go look around a whole bunch."

Bae turned around and began to work on the furnace. Mae took Simon to look around the basement. Simon dug through the old boxes of junk in an attempt to search for something, anything that could break the door down. *BANG*

Simon shrunk down as he heard a loud banging noise behind him. He turned around to see Mae holding a baseball bat and smashing up the furnace. Simon quickly ran over and tried to stop her. "Mae are you crazy! What are you doing!"

She pulled the bat out of his grasp and panted. "The only thing Mrs Maranda could here was this furnace. This broken furnace... Broken things need to be broken Simon!"

Simon was about to interject when he realized what she was planning. "Oh right! Do it!"

She smiled and began to bash the furnace with all of her might. Eventually, the furnace began to billow smoke as pressure built up and burst out. The sound was deafening. Mae laughed. "SUCK IT YOU PIECE OF CRAP!"

Simon could barely hear Bae above the noise. "Wow! That is pretty loud! Surprised I can't hear that back in town. Oh, thank god she's coming. Hey Mrs Maranda! You locked us in your basement!"

The trio sat on the porch of the old woman's home, sipping on glasses of ice cold lemonade. Though the this job took longer then expected, it was quite the experience. Mae set down her drink. "Well, that was fun."

Bae nodded. "Uh huh."

She trailed off, giving Simon the impression that she was exhausted from the ordeal but he decided to ask anyways to show that he cared. "You alright?"

"Yea."

Mae raised her arms. "You not like lemonade?"

"It's faantastic."

"Then what's up."

"Nothing. Just tired. Worked all day."

"I'm all hyper."

"Good for you."

"Ugh, you are zero fun."

"Yup."

"You need like, some magical shit to give you a new perspective."

"Let me know when that happens. Wouldn't want to miss it."

"Come on Simon."

Mae took Simon's hand and took him down the driveway towards the windmill. Simon ran alongside her through the grassy field and fireflies sparked all around. She came to a stop and looked up at the windmill where several clusters of fireflies had gathered. Simon scratched his head. "What are you doing Mae?"

She turned around a smiled. "Watch."

She carefully climbed up one of the windmill blades. Simon was about to tell her to be careful as she jumped up and climbed to one of the blades parallel to the ground. She balanced herself as she walked towards the cluster. Then, she waved her hands at the fireflies. Simon was confused but then noticed the glowing bugs following her. He watched in silence as the magical spectacle folded in front of him. She came back with a cloud of fireflies following her. She giggled came back to Simon. The fireflies flew around him and he watched, entranced by their little dances. His eyes crossed as one of the little bugs landed on his nose. He sneezed and he watched as the little bug flew away. "Mae, how-"

Simon felt Mae grab his chin and direct his vision downward. The two locked eyes for a moment. His golden eyes looked directly into Mae's red ones. Both their eyes reflected the light of the fireflies. Simon felt very hot. Mae nuzzled into his neck and pushed something into his pocket. Before he could realize what was going on, she began to drag him back. "Come on Mae, lets show Bae the magic!"

Simon felt his face heat up even more as she dragged him by the paw on the way back. The two ran back to the porch and the fireflies left the two to circle around Bae. She was clearly surprised and happy by the sudden phenomenon. "Hahaha, Are you like a firefly whisperer or something?"

Mae shrugged. "They just like me I guess!"

"That's... You're an interesting person Mae Borowski."

"Grandad said being interesting is all you can hope to be."

"Well, mission accomplished."

"Woohoo!"

"You know, I have to say this would have been a much less exciting evening if you weren't along for the ride."

"See, I'm good to have around."

"I mean you can certainly beat the shit out of a furnace."

"I can beat the shit out of anything."

"You should like channel that aggression you always have into something useful."

"Eh, Dr. Hank said way back I needed to repress it."

"Repress? Not like learn to deal with it?"

"He specifically said to repress."

"Uh. Ok. Hm."

An awkward silence passed before Mae tried to start a new line of conversation. "So do you think Mrs. Miranda like pulled her husband's guts out? Isn't that what you do for mummies?"

"I dunno, Mae."

"Do you think you would have the stomach for it?"

"Nope."

"It probably took a lot of heart."

"Yep."

"I wish she would ex-spleen it to us."

"I get it, Mae."

"She really rectum."

"Ok, that probably stayed in place."

"Yeah, that should stay where it be-lungs!"

Bea got up, trying to control her laughter as she walked back to the car. "I'm leaving."

Mae shouted after her. "Hey, you gotta liver your life!"

"Bye, this is me gone!"

Mae ran after her with Simon in tow. "Hey, wait up!"

"You're walking back to town."

"You've got a lot of gall to say that!"

"I'm calling the cops!"

Bae had dropped him off at Mae's house and he simply walked back into town to get to his home. Simon sat on his bed and he took the small piece of paper Mae had given him out of his pocket. He carefully unfolded it and took a look. It was a number. Likely Mae's number. He held his phone in one hand and carefully dialed her. He hit the call button and let the dial tone play. It rang. Simon waited anxiously for her to pick up. The dial tone rang again. Simon's heart began to beat hard in his chest as he felt anxious once more. It rang. Simon swallowed some of the saliva which had pooled in his mouth. Beep.

Hey, sorry for the wait. I've been busy. Don't worry, I'll be back. I'm going to make some changes to my zootopia fanfiction.