AN:/ I'm back! And goodness, people really are into Zootopia. Like. Jeez. Cool. XD Here's the next chapter- That hopefully to you is filled with humor! :D

Disclaimer: Duh. I do not owneth. Zootopia belongs only to those who actually own it. :3

I found myself awake early in the morning. Sighing to myself, I gathered every ounce of courage and peeked from my spot, curled up, inside Judy's desk chair. Opening the other eye, I glance around, trying to answer my body's clock, and estimate what time it was by the light.

It seemed to be about 5. Judy would probably wake up about 5:30? I'm not sure. I've already forgotten most of the movie as is, even though it was a really good movie, I haven't gotten around to memorizing every itty bitty bit yet.

Cautiously rolling my shoulders, I tried to limit any noise. She had the most keen ears. It literally hurt me, wondering how she deals with people and potato chips. I could hear soft snores, and I held back a chuckle.

Closing my eyes again, I allowed my mind to wander. Where exactly am I in the movie? It isn't very obvious, like being in the limo, or driving after a sloth in a race car. It's just the beginning. Dag nab it. This is just the part where I paid hardly any attention after the second time watching it! It's been days since I last seen the movie, and I have the memory of a gnat.

Shaking my head from its block, I glower at the floorboards in thought, trying to figure everything out. It's a lot harder to plan ahead IN the movie than OUTSIDE the movie.

Where was I... Oh yeah. Whats next? Judy has to continue parking duty.. And then chase down Duke Weasel-something. I think. Right? Maybe. I'm not sure. I sighed out loud, and quickly shut my mouth, hunching my shoulders, the sound of Judy tossing and turning panicked me. We really got off on the wrong foot. But, to be honest, its hurting me more than it should.

Like there's a half of me that feels used to it, and has a bitterness. But the other half holds confusion, and painful naivety. It feels awful. Like I'm missing something.

I curl myself tighter into a ball, realizing why. It's because I'm apparently a fox in this dreamworld, isn't it? And people don't trust foxes. There's a stereotype, a classification, a logo.

A meaning. I am already defined, I have a title.

They already see me for everything I am, and no matter what I do, nothing will ever truly erase years of assumptions.

I shake my head, driving those nasty thoughts away. Not the time. Not the place. Not now.

Turning my head, I stare at the alarm clock resting on her windowsill. How did that get there? Squinting, I then freeze. It's 5:29.

Looking to Judy sprawled in bed, then to the clock. And back again. Oh no. I'm never going to live through to see tomorrow with her morning attitude.

I could practically feel the seconds counting down to my doom.

5:29...

I could feel the sweat trickle down my neck. I'm not a morning person by heart, but by face. I'd rather smile than frown in front of people who would literally complain if given the chance, by your expression. I grimace, when I hear the familiar bell toll out, ringing loudly against my ears.

I relax in my seat for only a second, only to have a paw grab my wrist, and drag me out the door, the click of the door, alarm, and my new shiny bracelet echoed out across the, to me, gloomy dull hallway.

"Let's go!"

"Let's not."

I sat against the edge of a red car, I want to call it a mustang, but, I think that may offend some horse that roams around here. I glance around lazily, the blistering sun marking me, and with a wave of my hand, I notice a pack of assorted mammals. They continue on their way, chatting. I roll my eyes, and squint from across me.

"So. How's the police life working out for yah'? As good as you hoped, or even better?" I ask, crossing my arms, smiling good-naturedly.

Judy right across from me groaned, and slammed her forehead against the wheel. I opened my mouth to say something, but the sound of a few screams knocked me to the ground. No, scratch that, a thin gangly creature knocked me to the ground, and it only grunted, then got off me and ran off. With what looked like a bag.

I couldn't help the smirk that crawled across my face. I turned to Judy, went as far as I could, of what my 'leash' would allow, and sat next to her.

"Uh, Judy?"

"What?" She grumbled, after about 3 'I am a real cop's.

"Well, in between your mutterings of reassurance, a robbery has just taken place, what will you do now?" I ask, crossing my legs, and leaning back, Judy gives me a look that says 'I quit with your weirdness', just as a pig bounded over and latched onto the edges of the joke mobile, and started to shake it.

"Hy lady! Aren't you a cop?!" The frantic pig yelled, and as Judy was explaining everything, I got knocked out of the car, with a look of terror on my face. Pigs. Fricking. PIGS.

When I got up, Judy was already on her way after the weasel. I nodded over to the pig.

"You could have been a little more, gentler." I made an 'O.K' sign with my fingers. Before I yelped, being half dragged across the pavement.

"Ah! AH! JUDY! OW- H-Hey! HEY! WAIT UP!" I scream, tripping over my new-found tail, my feet barely making any headway, as the fast rabbit continued to keep pace, and was gaining fast to the criminal in front of her. I rolled past mammals far bigger than me, and almost got ran over twice in my forced pursuit of the ever-the-optimist Judy Hopps.

I gulped, as the sound of sirens blaring met my ears, and I ran faster, huffing out short pants. Judy only jumps up onto the hood of the car, and I find myself getting pulled along over it, face skidding against the glass, tongue leaving marks.

Oh, and here I thought she was nice. I wanted to be friends, I was going to help her with her mid-life crisis, but no, she just had to DRAG me over the top of a police car, and continue to run away from her problem.

The problem being me.

"JUDY! I WILL END UP SQUASHING MORE THAN JUST MY OWN DIGNITY TODAY, IF YOU DO NOT STOP!" I yell, after overhearing something about meter-maids and dibs.

She looked back, and her eyes widened, and she stopped, and I smiled, thinking she'd let me catch up, only to see her slide through the small tunnel for rodents. I was being pulled towards it, and I tried to fight the sudden diet. I couldn't handle it.

No. Judy-

I squeezed my eyes shut, only to feel the coolness of the bars press against my face, I lift up my wrist, and see it still cuffed. And look out, to see Judy far ahead. And then the light caught something shining on the ground outside the gate.

The other end of the cuff.

I raised an eyebrow. I felt bad, for not being able to meet her pace, but I was also relieved. To not go through an entry way made for small, MOUSE- like creatures. I may be a fox, but that is seriously stretching it.

The pounding of 'feet' caused me to step aside, to see the rhino that I accidentally kicked in the face run up, and grab onto the metal of the gate, yelling out to Judy.

"Hey! Meter-maid! Wait for the real cops!" I narrowed my eyes.

"Hey." I go over to poke his leg.

"Listen, dude, she has this. Trust me." I smiled kindly, even if I was a bit angered at his rude orders. They limit her, because of her size. And her title.

He looked over, and finally down to me, as if he finally just noticed me. "What? Listen to you? Why would I listen to a fox, let alone trust one. We will handle this, so just move on." He snorted, eyes puny dots as the stared down at me with distaste.

I step back, ears lowered, and I guess he took my clear sign of intimidation, as an invitation to continue, because that's what he did. "Your just another, no good fox. So why don't you do us all a favor, and get back to ruining other people's lives. Better yet, just get in the car, it's where conniving mammals like you belong anyway."

Now that stung, way more that I wanted. I held my breath, and tried to keep the pain from showing in my eyes. He laughed, and turned away, going to back to his police car, to report about what he found, I suppose.

Right now I didn't care.

I just wanted out of here.

Sometimes. What if I really left, then, and never once looked back. After just a single day of false, painful judgement from other creatures, who can be just as sly, and thieving as a fox could. As I could. How would everything had played out?

Would I never truly understand Nick like I had? Could not be able to relate like I did? Or try to show Judy what I was really like, because no on gave me a chance.

What would've happened?

"Abandoning your post, inciting a scurry, reckless endangerment of rodents but - to be fair - you did stop a master criminal from stealing two-dozen moldy onions." I overheard Chief Bogo say from my place outside the door.

Stifling a groan, I continue walking around, until I find a seat, and plop down, rubbing my temples. Today was going to be a long one. Judy was going to start her case about the missing otter, and everything's going to get crazier from there.

A part of me wants adventure. Right now, I want none of what my dream has to offer. I haven't been this active in years.

Looking down at my wrists, I see them plain. I was very happy to have the cuff off, but something is telling me it will be back soon.

My ears perk up at the sound of panting, and soon find a chubby cheetah collapsed beside me on one of the chairs outside.

"Uh..." I look to him, then to the door, and see it open. I tip toe over, as Ben apparently cant speak right now, and peer around the doorway. I see Judy and Mrs. Otterton, as well as Chief Bogo. Before he spots me, I turn away, scrunching my shoulders.

"Thank you, oh thank you." Mrs. Otterton says, as she walks out the door before it closes. I closed my eyes, and relaxed, calming my racing heart. I have been panicking ever since the weasel incident.

Oh. Her. That sheep. I felt eyes on me, and I turned to see her gaze for a split second, before she turned back to Judy and walked in, talking to her. I grew bored, having seen this part before. At least it was semi-calm.

"Alright, bye-bye!" I jolt, and snap out of my trance, and open my eyes to see a sheep walk down the hall to my left. Bellwether. Assistant Mayor Bellwether, yeah. Her.

Oh. Her.

I pause. Wait.

Did I just miss all of that? The rest of the conversation, and the other chats after? How? It would've taken 10 minutes, at the least.

But now, I was being dragged yet again by Judy, down halls to the main lobby where she will officially start the case. And I'll get to meet Nick Wilde.

Oh, great. Just what I want. A cocky, sarcastic guy, that Judy has to deal with until they both get to know each other better.

I couldn't help but slam my head in torture against the table top, standing next to Judy as she used Ben's coke bottle as a magnifier.

"I have a lead."

"Yeah, and I'm pretty sure we both won't like him."

(Okay, this is where the real, good dialogue comes it. Took me forever, XD)

We were driving along one of the many roads, and Judy kept looking for Nick, as I casually glanced around from my seat, cuffed to to her again, and nudged her, pointing to the Hawaiian-shirt wearing fox.

I held back a snort as I saw the pink stroller. It's even funnier that it's him using it. I try not to crack a joke, but I knew eventually I'd say something. About the stroller, or his tie.

"Hi! Hello! It's me again." Judy says, looking over at Nick, who turned to look at her. He saw me, and did a double take. But all he said was what he was supposed to. I raised a brow.

"Hey, it's Officer Toot-toot!" He joked, smirking down at her. Or at us both, I can't really tell. He makes that face at everything.

"Ha ha ho... No. Actually, it's Officer Hopps and I'm here to ask you some questions about a case." Judy said, grabbing her pen and binder. I stare at him, daring him. Half glad she didn't introduce me.

"What happened, meter-maid? Did someone steal a traffic cone? It wasn't me." He says, continuing on pushing the girly stroller as Judy slows slightly to look at me. I shrugged, trying my best to shut up. I should just say as little as possible. I'm not good with people like Nick, I always trip over my words when trying to find a comeback.

Judy, annoyed, blocks the sidewalk, and I almost fall out, gripping onto the sides of the car, afraid I was going to tip it over, and wanting to cover my ears as she decided blaring her siren would be the best thing to do to gain his attention. I could barely stand, and hear as I fall out of the car.

"Hey, Carrots, you're gonna wake the baby. I gotta get to work."

Judy then hops out of the car, with the case file and a carrot pen, staring up at Nick. "This is important, sir. I think your "ten dollars" worth of pawpsicles can wait." She states, readying her pen. I wobble around the car, then try to crawl through, and land beside Judy, brushing off my shirt. Which, now that I look at it, was light yellow.

"Ha! I make two hundred bucks a day, Fluff." He starts. And I gulp, looking up at Nick, and began to shake my head, and kept a straight face.

"Three hundred and sixty-five days a year," He still continues on, so I try to as subtly as possible to fake a neck slice, sticking my tongue out for emphasis.

"Since I was twelve. And Time is money. Hop along." He finishes. And I facepalm, Judy only rolls her eyes, moving closer.

"Please, just look at the picture." She holds the picture of a close up of Emmitt from the file for Nick to see. "You sold Mr. Otterton that pawpsicle, right? Do you know him?" She finishes asking. And I answer for him.

"Oh, of course he does, he knows everybody. Don't you Nicky?" I say, shrugging nonchalantly, staring at him, calm on the outside. But on the inside, I was cheering and freaking out. He stared at me, the smirk growing.

"Yes, I do. And I also know that somewhere," He looks down to Judy. "There's a toy store missing it's stuffed animals. So why don't you," He says to Judy, "And you," He turns to me, the smirk still on his face. "Get back to your box?" He ends, face in permanent smirk-mode. I couldn't help but frown, and meet the sidewalk with a staring contest I was content with winning.

"Honestly, that was uncalled for." I mumble, laying a hand on Judy's shoulder. She looks up to me with a small smile, and then grows serious, staring at Nick. "Fine. Then we'll have to do this the hard way." In a quick second, a clink is heard, and there is a parking boot attached to Nick's stroller. I laugh, staring down at the yellow clip."Did you just boot my stroller?" He asks, leaning over to see, yes, she did.

"Honestly, she is a cop, and she has the authority to arrest you under any type of circumstance, if given to her." I state, trotting over, hands behind my back, the chain dragging onto the ground creating a scraping sound from the cuff on my wrist. He quickly looks to her, then to me, as I lean against the stroller, tapping the pink hood. "And let's just say you gave her quite a lot." I chuckle, flicking his nose.

"What, like your circumstance?" Ignoring what I said, and stares me down, rubbing his nose, as Judy straightens her posture. "Nicholas Wilde, you are under arrest!" She says, holding the file closer to her chest. I stand a few feet away from Nick, to look between the two. Now this isn't how I planned. I wasn't supposed to talk.

Oops.

He scoffs, amused. "For what?" He asks. "Hwurting your feewings?" He looks down at her, holding his head with his hand, smirking. I raise an eyebrow, and lock eyes with Judy. She smiles slyly.

"Felony tax evasion."

I could see Nick's smile fade, and his eyes widen as Judy writes. I chuckle. "Yeaah... two hundred dollars a day, three hundred and sixty-five days a year since you were twelve, that's two decades, so times twenty which is... " "One million four hundred sixty thousand - I think," She laughs, turning a page. His eyes flicker to me as Judy looks up from her writing."I mean I am just a dumb bunny, but we are good at multiplying." I shrug at his look, and smile kindly. "According to your tax forms," I start, talking instead of Judy, walking around Nick. "You reported, let me see here, " I say, going over to peer over Judy's shoulder, and she looks up to Nick just as I do. "Zero!" We both say, me holding in a laugh at Nick's face frozen in fear. I have always wanted to have that as a wallpaper.

Judy continues for me, as I straighten my back, jutting out my hip, and crossing my arms. "Unfortunately, lying on a federal form is a punishable offense. Five years jail time." She says, gripping both sides of the folder, nodding her head towards Nick in what seemed to be pity.

He leaned up, and looked at us both crossing his arms. "Well it's my words against yours."

Me and Judy share a look. She then pulls out her carrot pen and plays back Nick's confession.

Th sound of the pen rewinding makes my ears twitch, until, "...two hundred bucks a day, Fluff. Three hundred and sixty-five days a year, since I was twelve."

Judy clicks the pen "Actually, it's your word against yours. And if you want this pen, you're going to help us," She gestures to herself, then me. "Find this poor missing otter, or the only place you'll be selling pawpsicles is the prison cafeteria." She grins, and I smirk, raising an eyebrow.

"It's called a hustle, sweetheart." We both say, then fist bump. I felt like jumping for joy. The only thing I really do is move to sit on the hood of the car, and cross my legs, leaning back on my hands, tapping the metal with my 'nails'. Nick looks stunned, as we both hear muffled chuckles.

"They hustled you." Finnick opens the stroller, laughing, his large ears folding out. "They hustled you good! You're a cop now, Nick! You're gonna need one of these." He slaps his police sticker on Nick's shirt; Nick frowns. Finnick hops off the stroller. "Have fun working with the fuzz!" He leaves, laughing.

Judy then immediately turns to Nick. "Start talking!" And I only stare after Finnick, wondering exactly where he went. And I blink, seeing everything in the supposed dark alley. Do I have night vision? I feel eyes on me, and turn to see Judy, but she's looking intently at Nick, wanting answers.

I look to Nick, only to see him sigh. "I don't know where he is, I only saw where he went." He says, slumping his shoulders, looking almost defeated. I facepalm again. I completely forgot.

"Great! Let's go!" She gets into the car, and shoos me off the hood. I get off, and walk around to the other side. "It's not exactly a place for a cute little bunny." He grins. I then freeze in my spot on the other side of Judy. "Uh, Judy." I whisper, nudging her arm. She only stares straight ahead and revs up the car. "Don't call me cute! Get in the car!" He shrugs. "Okay, you're the boss." He begins to walk over.

(This is Extra! Just a little something I thought would be funny. To me, at least.)

I was practically shaking her. "Judy!" I whisper-yell. "What?!" She whispers back, looking at me now, nose twitching. "How is he going to fit with me in here?" I ask, bunching my shoulders as he slowly comes to the car. Judy seems at a loss, until I jump out of my skin at the sound of Nick's voice.

"Hey, is there a problem here?" He asks, as Judy and m fumble around. "Ah, no, no problem." She assures, and I facepalm, my nose starts to ache from doing it so often.

"If there is, I can just give you the directions and be on my way, then you can talk to me and give me a report on how it went. How's that?" He adds, looking inside, to see us both squashed together as is. But then Judy gasps, and snaps her 'fingers'. "Oh! Suzanne! Get out of the car!" She tries to shove me, and I almost tumble out onto Nick. "Gah! Hey! Calm down! Alright, alright, I'm out, now what do you want o' patient one?" I ask, putting my hands on my hips, trying to fend off the stare we both were getting from Nick.

He was obviously enjoying my embarrassment, and our predicament. Though I could of sworn he chuckled at my response. Must be the heat, or I'm trying not to make myself a serious character in here.

"I have an idea!"

"So we did have an issue?" I asked sarcastically. She rolls her eyes, and waves for Nick to come over. "Yes and no. Nick, get in the car."

"Ah, so we're going to leave Peachy here." He says, and crawls in. I blink at the absurd nickname. Peachy? Judy sighs. "No, we are not. And as I know you can tell, we are chained together anyways." She raises her wrist, the other gripping the wheel tightly.

"Well, to be honest, you haven't really highlighted why you keep me tied to you like a dog, instead of turning me in." I point out, still curious. "Not now, Suzanne!" She yells. I raise my eyebrows.

"Now, get in." Judy looks to me, and presses her foot to the peddle, and actually speeds off down the road. I gape at the quickly retreating car, and I soon feel a sharp tug as the chain reaches its length, and I am thrown forward, barely catching myself.

"AH! HEY! HEY, - urrg - N-No, not- NOT AGH! - JUDY!" I screech, trying to avoid other animals, and end up running into three parking meters. "Judy! JUDY!" I yell, trying to run up to her. "S-St...-" I start, but end up yelping almost being run over by a car as tall as a giraffe. "CARROTS! I SWEAR-" I continue to make my way closer, until I'm running beside Nick, who sat comfortably, though still squashed next to Judy. I look to him, then to Judy. She turns to me, and then back to the road.

"Well, what are you waiting for. Get in." She says, as Nick gave her the next set of directions. I look at her incredulously. "What?!" I yell, then gasp, dodging a group of antelope, to latch onto the car. "Are you crazy?! Just stop and pull over! I'll sit on the top!" I say, desperate on staying in one piece. "Sorry, but that's illegal. You'll just have to sit with us."

That's when it clicked. Oh. Oh I see.

"Judy, I know, I can be sarcastic at times, but-" I accidentally bump into a tiger walking along the far edge of the sidewalk, and hear him yell at me as we drove on. "Suzanne, just do it, it's not going to kill you!" Judy exclaims, eyes on the road. But there was a grin on her face. Nick just sat there, with a raised eyebrow, and a suprised look on his face as he looked at me.

"Nick, sorry if I'm heavy, but-" I curl my legs to my chest, and pull myself in, land in his lap, crossing my arms, glaring at Judy who was having a hard time containing her laughter. "I really think she did this because of earlier today." I jab her side with my foot, and she almost swerves and crashes into an animal.

"H-Hey! You almost made me crash!" She yells, glaring at me, but it was playful. I rolled my eyes. " Well it's not like there's any difference compared to drunk driving. Your completely mental." I say, and look up to Nick, who was as still and quiet as can be. He had a blank face, but his ears were twitching constantly. I flick his chest, and he flinches. "Oh, poor baby. Can't handle someone sitting on him. Am I too heavy?" I ask, mock concern filling my eyes. He only turned his face away, his muzzle scrunching up, in what I think was suppressed smirking.

It was quiet the entire way.

"You know what? I think you are." Nick finally answers, as Judy parks. I glared up at him, and shook my head, not really caring as I crawled off him, feeling heat rise to my ears and neck. "I'll just take that as you admitting your weak." I retort, rolling my shoulders, embarrassment finally catching up to me.

We all three enter the building. And I couldn't wait to continue this little adventure.

It is a dream, of course.

AN:/ Hey! I always do two Author Notes each chapter, and I just wanted to say, that I am thoroughly enjoying this!

Wikipedia is helpful when it comes to the script and exact words, and that's one of the main reasons why most of the beginning is vague in dialogue. I got lazy. And I'm sick.

Oh! If you'd like, leave a review, some feedback on how I'm doing would be great! I know I tend to drag out simple things, but it's just a habit I'm trying to break with this. This fanfiction is one of my simpler ones, if I'm being brutally honest.

Also, I lied. This is even longer than the last one. I hope you weren't bored. Ehehe... Anyway! I didn't want to steal Judy's spot in the movie, or butt my way in. Instead, I needed to worm my OC into the plot, and this was the best way how at 10 o'clock am.

Later on you'll see more of her character and her personality. As well as what she looks like! She has yet to see a mirror or her reflection, in all the time she's been here. So expect some self-critique. :3

There will be more twists and turns throughout the story, because I have some ideas. Some good ones, I think. So expect a ton of angst, is all I'm saying. Oh, and I might pair Suzanne up with someone. I'll think about it, but right now I'm not sure if its Nick or nothing.

Have a nice rest of the day/night! Thank you for reading! ^^