A place called Wild Times

(For Drewit)

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"Can you get me that one Double Fish?"

Two small feline eyes looked up at where the dark furred Darwin's fox was pointing, setting themselves on the plush dinosaur and smirking. "Really?"

"Who cares. It'll make my cousin happy on his taming day. There, there's a reason. Now Git."

A short beep rang out, eyes lingering for a second on the small dark furred canid's collar before the mammal he was talking to shrugged. "Sure," the feline said, walking over to the amusement stand. All around them, the rattle and laughter of the theme park rang out, prey mammals excited, screaming, scared, excited, living…

All things the small group of Predators from Thirty-Third and West Small Mammals Middle School's moving-on field trip were very much blocked from. Instead, they prowled around the arcades and gamestands, their leader, a tiny spotted feline, firing all the shots. The kodkod, 'Double Fish', walked up to the bunny keeping the stand, his ears going up at the approaching pack of predators, even if he seemed to try and stay professional. "Here for a game? Three bucks for three shots, knock one set down for a small prize, two for a biggun!"

Double Fish handed over the money the small not-a-vulpine had lent him and eyed up the target, moving himself far to the side. The bunny looked on, confused but not raising any objections.

All as the tiny feline closed one eye and focussed through the other, tightening his muscles before throwing out the ball at high speed, his claws catching it to flick it into a sideways backspin, arcing it through the air as it sped on. It smashed into the bottom three cans of the six can pyramid closer to the side than head on. Sideswiping in, it hit them hard on, the speed of the ball kicking the first can out to the back while bowling over the next two in its wake.

All those above it crashed down in a pile.

The bunny looked at the one-shot devastation and quickly regathered the targets.

This time the first can spun and wobble but somehow remained upright as the rest were toppled down in the same way.

Only to then feel the sole wrath of the third and final ball, fired in a merciless head on shot. It stood no chance and was blasted clean off the board.

A round of subdued cheers and pats rang out, the stuffed dinosaur being pulled down and given to the false fox by the kodkod. "Nice…"

"-Right then," Double Fish said, moving on. "Jena," he said, eyes turning to a black mink-like mammal. Same long and thin body, same oily black fur, same musky smell. Only even smaller ears, a squeezed out muzzle with more exposed full lips and eyes that almost seemed stuck on rather than part of her body. "So which one are you going for, huh?"

The marsh mongoose scratched up her neck, claws feeling their way up under her collar as she thought, looking over the selection of toys and plushies on display. "I don't know…" She began to say, as a flurry of groans and mutters from behind her caused her to snap back, her collar briefly turning orange. The beep only elicited a grumble, the black glossy furred mammal scrunching up her half-black half-pink nose at them. "It's not like they've got anything good, is it?" She turned to the mammal beside her, the slightly taller and much broader kodkod cat, and threw up her paws. "Just let me take the shot, kay?"

"Sure, your loss" he shrugged, as she went up to the arcade stall. The bunny inside, ever withdrawn, ever keeping an eye on them, stepped gently forward. "You want to play?" he asked. "Three bucks for…"

"-Three balls, yeah, I know," she grumbled, her collar going orange again for a brief moment. Paw reaching down, she fished around for a few bills that she'd scrounged together before coming up and then slamming them down, the rabbit taking them and handing her the small-ish balls.

They were unwieldy in her paws, her short arms barely gave her any leverage. Still, she threw.

The first came up short.

The second hit the pyramid of six cans in the centre, nudging them back and causing the one on top to topple.

Bending her back, putting her full body into it, she catapulted the third and final ball forward, knocking the bottom centre can back but not over. The two above on either side fell in. The two outermost on the bottom row remained standing.

"Sorry there," he waved off. "Bad luck. Anyone else willing to play the game?"

"Yo," announced a common striped skunk, walking over. "I'll go for the parrot."

He handed over his money to the kodkod, who turned back over to the stall. Only to pause as he saw a goat employee there, his arms crossed. "If he wants that," the caprid said, looking over at the skunk. "He plays for it himself."

The kodkod shrugged. "Or, I…"

"Listen," the goat snarled. "I've seen your little gang wandering around these games and arcades half the day, and you…" He said, singling out the diminutive feline, "picking clean the stalls for you and your little hunting pack like it's yours to just stink up and mark all over."

"Hey," Jena cut in, the marsh mongoose stepping up. "It's not against the rules, let him…"

"Well we reserve the right to turn away mammals showing overt signs of aggression," the goat cut in, pointing to a sign. Various red crosses were drawn over pictograms of snarling canine faces, bared teeth, bared claws, bucked horns and orange collars. "Now," he said. "I can call security and take away all your ill-gotten loot. Or, you can get the message and scram! This is an amusement park. Amuse yourselves!"

The group of five predators looked at each other, the final member finally sighing. "Guys," a female Nilgiri marten said, the black furred mustelid pulling her plush banana up against her so tight that its yellow felt and her yellow front bib seemed one and the same. "Let's just not cause any trouble. Please…"

Together, the group walked off, knowing not to get into a fight they couldn't win.

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"I'm going on it."

"Really Matt?"

"Yes, really," the skunk shrugged. He threw his paws out before gesturing over at 'The Cruiser'. Four little cabins circled slowly on a track around the domed visage of a smiling cat, collar painted on in the expected area. So far only two mammals were sitting in it, one of them, an older coyote visiting the themepark for whatever reason, reading a book as he went around. "I might as well, right? What else are we gonna do?"

"Go around the little aquarium area?" Meera, the Nilgiri marten asked.

The Darwin's fox groaned at the mere mention, face in paws. "We've been around it three times already."

"Yeah," Jena groaned, standing up and walking over to Matt. "We might as well."

"Just as you might as well have lost that money for no prizes?" Double Fish asked.

"At least I tried something, huh?" She said, collar flicking up to orange. She gave it a look before keeping her eyes fixed on the others. "Rather than just letting someone win for us. Or just playing with our phones. We could that anywhere. So I'm at least gonna try and enjoy myself." And with that she turned to Matt and waved him off to the ride, the pair walking up to the gate and waiting for it to finish.

The kodkod, marten and Darwin's fox left at the bench just watched on for a second before turning back to their phones, playing games or scrolling through their social media feed.

"-I'd get it if it was one of those spinny things," Meera said, the yellow chested marten glancing off at a large swing ride off in the distance. Various mammals on suspended chairs were being swung around in the air in a circle, the top slowly tilting one way or other but never doing anything too extreme. "But no, they don't trust us not to get shocks on that. Next thing you know they'll ban us from ferris wheels for 'health and safety'."

"Or because they just like screwing with us," the Darwin's fox said, a snarl in his voice. His collar hovered orange for a second or two as he looked down, kicking the floor.

"Pedro?" the kodkod slowly asked, slipping over. "Hey, I know it's tough with your little Bro, but…"

"Piss of Camilo," the zorro-fox barked, pushing the kodkod away. His collar blared red and the crack of a spark snapped under his neck. He flinched but didn't cry, instead just getting up and marching away.

The kodkod stood up and followed him. "W-what was that for?"

With the sharp sound of claws on the stone paving, the false fox turned to look at the diminutive feline, holding himself there for a second before glancing around. Finally, seeing no-one looking their way, he sighed. "I was able to pick up some news on RFZ." He said.

Camilo went silent, double checking that no-one was looking for extra good measure. He'd heard of Pred kits getting stints in Juvie after being caught or suspected of listening in to Radio Free Zootopia before, it was why after they seemingly jammed the signal for good he scrapped the homemade radio he'd used to pick it up. "They're back?"

"Only just. Just long enough to hear that our 'empathetic leaders' turned down any requests under the endangered species laws."

It took a few seconds for the feline to realise what it meant. "I'm sorry, I…"

"Save it for my brother," Pedro snipped. "Here I was thinking we might get exit visa's or something, but no. No pred gets exit visa's ever… However inbred."

"Hey," Camilo said, walking up to him. "Don't speak like that to yourself."

"I'm doing it to my whole family."

"Well don't…"

"Your one is most of the way there too," he cut in, the kodkod stepping back and glaring, his collar going orange. "-Face it Double Fish. Not many more of your lot arrived here on that boat than my lot did. Next generation, you'll probably all start coming out weird too." He pointed up at his nose, a small ghost of a scar tracing down from the right nostril to his upper lip, pulled open to reveal a space were a tooth would normally be.

"…Yeah, well that's future us' problem," the cat shot back, turning and marching off. "And for all I know, future us won't have to deal with collars. Maybe the whole dumb thing will be gone by then or something. And you can fly back home to that island you and I's great grandparents were swindled into leaving, and we can all have a happy ever after or something."

With that, the Kodkod marched off back to where he was sitting, not even caring if anyone was listening then. Or even what the hell might happen if that included someone with actual power. He didn't care, he wasn't going to get buried down in this stupid stuff. He was just going to carry on as he was…

"We don't get a happy ever after Double-Fish," came a shout from behind. "There's no escape. We're gonna be stuck here the rest of our lives."

So what?

He sat down and got out his phone, opening up Dik-Dok. He ignored the sounds of screams of laughter and joy from all around him and just focussed on something that kept him entertained in the moment.

What else could you do.

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"Regardless," the teacher said, marching in front of the lines of Predator students waiting to get on the bus back home. "Hearing about this outburst makes me question if you've even got the point of the education we've strived to give you. If I'd have known about this kind of thing before then a treat like this would have been out of the question."

From the smallest predator student to the largest, they remained silent, standing in line. A few security guards from the themepark stood off and nearby, though the majority presence was from the school staff.

The strutting teacher in charge of the trip halted midway down the line, looking them over. "Did your lessons in Hollisitic species relations teach you nothing? Did you just happily ignore the activities on Societal Predation Analysis…" She threw up her paws. "I mean, it says itself that predators are likely to disregard or embrace the past and present negative effects they have on society, so maybe it was a fools hope to educate you on the harm you can and do cause!" She studied the line. "Do any of you have any shame?"

The line was silent.

"Well," she shrugged. "It's a shame I can't do anything about this, but keep this up and society certainly will. Get in."

On they filed and off the bus went, soon driving along. Matt, Pedro and Camilo were squeezed in in one set of triple seats, the skunk on the isle seat sitting back, kicking his feet, before slowly bringing out his phone.

He typed into it and then showed it off to the other two. 'Should have just gone onto the Cruiser'.

The Darwin's fox gave him an elbow in the side, bringing out his own phone and typing in. 'Blame D-fish for that.' He then showed it to the mammal in question, the kodkod looking at it and then turning back to his phone. Pedro glanced over before rolling his eyes.

"-Shock jocks again?" Matt asked, the false-fox nodded as he and the skunk leant over. Seeing it, the tiny feline looked over and shared his screen. A wolf had stuffed partypoppers under his collar and then, his mouth folding and straining as he hyped himself up, the collar turned to orange and red. Whatever snap would have come from the shocker was more than covered by the blasts of the party poppers firing off their rounds of confetti.

The boys sniggered before Camilo flicked down to the next Dik-Dok. This time a long rube-goldberg machine was set off, various contraptions knocking into each other and setting the next one off… Leading up to a badger in a business meeting. A bowling ball falling into a basket pulled on a wire that ripped his pants off, revealing pink heart embroided boxers underneath. Flush with embarrassment and trying to cover it over, the badger's collar triggered, sending a jolt down an electric wire that fired off an old fashioned camera flash. Which set off a smoke alarm and attached sprinkler system, the water collecting into a bucket on a see-saw and so continuing on.

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A sharp buzz of a phone caused two ears to rise to attention. Paws out, they fumbled for the device and opened it up, reading the displayed message. 'Dude.'

'What?' Pedro typed back in. 'It's 3 days into holidays. How r u not still asleep?'

'Something terrible happened.'

'U srs or not D-fish?'

'Deadly.'

The Darwin fox's teeth began working over his lips, ears peeling back. He could swear his collar should have gone orange or something with the pit of dread that had just washed over him. Had someone taken the blame for his outburst at the park? Had someone been picked up because…

'Dik-Dok banned all collar-jock stuff.'

On the other side of the phone, the kodkod waited for the response. Finally, it came through. 'Gd fcking dmn you! I bzzd myslf cuz of that!'

Stifling a smile, and his own buzzer, Camilo threw the phone down. Every cloud had a silver lining…

But still…

The brief joy faded away as the regular disdain came to the front once more. They'd banned the latest new trend as 'offensive content' or whatever. Dammit, what was really offensive was how many times he'd shocked himself for his own Dik-Dok's, which were now stuck on his phone…

If that…

He groaned a little realising he was probably going to have to delete them. And the app. Clear the data and reinstall, though if they were going to look for the mammals behind this (now that it was officially pro-predation or whatever) they'd probably have the files on a server somewhere…

He pondered whether to bother or not before deciding he might as well. He'd also see if he could save some hard copies on a pen drive or something. Hide it somewhere like that radio he'd made to pick up RFZ when they could transmit in without getting blocked. Sitting up, popping an energy drink, putting some of his EDM music on, the kodkod was soon at work. Getting his creations off his phone, saving them to a drive, encrypting, thinking of places to hide it, going back to the phone and deleting the videos, clearing the app data, uninstalling the app, running a clean-up before…

His phone buzzed. Meera. The nilgiri marten. 'We need to meet up. NOW.'

Camilo paused, before slowly moving to finish off what he was doing. All as another text rang through. 'Mayford park. 15 mins. I need your help.'

The kodkod paused over it, before hurrying through to finish his tasks. With that, he put his phone in his pocket and made his way out the door, fingers crossed that this wasn't his or Pedro's outburst coming back to haunt him.

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"What do you mean 'there's a place'?"

"I don't know," she said, shrugging. "I just heard about it. A place that preds could 'have a wild time'. Fifteen bucks entry or something, I don't know!"

"So why the hell am I here?"

Meera looked away, fussing her foot on the ground.

"…You wanted me to go look, right?"

"Not like that," she cut back. "I… I just wanted someone to go along with me. You know, in case it's a trap or…"

"Yeah," Camilo groaned. "Because I'll totally be able to fight off the police force and everything. All by myself. Look at me. Proud Mapuche warrior, grade A Pred, terror of the Vivaldi. Honestly the collars aren't nearly strong enough to…"

"Maybe I just want someone to be there. To not feel alone or something," she hissed back, collar flaring orange.

The kodkod could only groan, rubbing his eyes. "Yeah, and if they catch two from our friend group, not just one, then they'll really have something against our friends."

"I…" She huffed, before shrugging. "Fine. Forget about it."

"I will," he said, walking off.

"Your loss."

He turned on his heel, looking over at her. "You're going to look into it anyway?"

"I…" she began, before crossing her paws. "Why not?" she shrugged, flicking a paw back at herself. "Prove I'm the bravest of the bunch."

"Brave pred or stupid pred?" he asked, before withering slightly as he cringed at it. She just looked back, staring at him with a simmering level of disbelief.

"Seriously, quoting the posters. What next, the pro-collar songs they had us singing in nursery?"

"I'd rather go to this thing, get caught, and get sent to re-education," he snorted, walking off.

"…Don't you sing it there dozens of time a day anyway?" she asked, as he walked off.

"Yeah, but at least I'm not choosing to do it," he said, turning the corner and walking off.

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"How's the brother?"

Pedro shrugged, glancing over at Matt. "Fantasy," the Darwin's fox said, holding up one paw. "Reality," he said, holding up the other. "Zap!" He then smashed them together, making a bunch of gekker-like sounds as he rolled them up and threw them out. "Boom!"

"Did the dino plush help?"

The false fox shrugged. "I've seen him huddle it. Not sure that counts as helping… Rut the prey."

"You're being a terrorising influence there," the skunk chided.

"Piss off."

The skunk did not. Instead, phone out, he idly flicked through. Dik Dok was largely a bust since all the Shock Jock videos were taken down. There had been other entertaining stuff on there… One group of predators had started doing 'Prey imitations' but that had vanished within a few days, the news picking up a bit later about those involved getting charged with stochastic terrorism and hate speech. Police going around and interviewing those who'd watched more than one or two of their videos had got him worried, but it seemed that the worst they were facing was community service. They'd all done similar stuff as part of their reparational activities before, it wasn't too bad. Speaking of which…

"Any news about when he'll get his first week sweeping streets in flock street?"

Pedro shrugged. "You know they've already got him and the rest sweeping up in the school and saying sorry and stuff. He still enjoys it."

"Gonna tell him how messed up that is?"

"Messed up or not, he still enjoys it. I'm not going to take it away from him yet. The dumb kit can work it out for himself." Together they paused, watching on as a group of far larger prey walked past, sparing a few disapproving glances.

Off they want, a painful silence filling the air as the two waited, kicking their heels, until…

"Sorry I'm late," Meera said, running up to them. She gave a careful look around, making sure no-one was close by or anything. "I have something I need to tell you."

"The kind that couldn't be done over text or anything," the skunk said.

"Uh-hu. They literally tell us not to write it down either. Nothing they can find, trace, you name it."

The two looked at each other, staring in. "Have they found a way to get RFZ back on, or?"

"Oh no," she said, collar going orange. The tips of her digits and tail were shaking, the yellow bibbed marten looking like she was holding herself on the edge of a red light (a trend also removed from Dik-Dok). A tiny claw reached up and tapped her collar. "There's an underground themepark."

The two blinked, looking at each other before staring back. "A what?" Matt asked.

"-Well, not underground, underground, but secret underground and…"

"-And why should we care?" Pedro asked, tapping his collar.

Meera facepawed before pulling them away. "They have a key."

It hung in the air for a second or two before Matt, collar up at orange, almost shouted out. "What? Are they crazy!? They…"

"Shhhhhh…." She shushed, finger up as she waved him down. Another careful look around and she carried on. "-Okay, yeah. The fox guy in charge probably is crazy. He's put his face and name over everything. Go big or go home, right?"

"No, not crazy," Matt groaned, shaking his head. "Insane. Stupid. Super duper cray-cray crazy. You're making this up, right? This is just some dumb prank that…"

"No, I've been there," she said, hissing as she walked up to them, paws on the side of her chest. "It's real. And chances are it's gonna get booked up so full soon that we'll probably never get in again before they bust the place and skin him and his friends alive. So I'll be going as much as I can, because having a few hours without this lump of junk is worth the admission costs alone." And with that she turned, starting to walk off, only for…

"-Wait." She turned, pausing to look at Pedro, the false fox's jaw hanging part open. "This is real, right? As in real, real…"

"Yeah," she said.

"What's it like?"

She blinked a few times. "Being free for a few hours? It's… It's… She scrunched up her face before throwing her arms out. "It's the most incredible epic thing that I've ever…" A sharp beep and a light crack of electricity cut her off, the mustelid flinching slightly before looking back at them. "Why don't you two actually come down and experience it? Seriously, why am I being the brave one here?"

Pedro shrugged. "I mean yeah, I'll go."

"And if it's a trap?" Matt said.

The Darwin's fox gave the skunk a glare. "I… Listen, if this was from some stranger, yeah. I get you. But from Meera? Listen, if I'm gonna be locked up in this hell hole for the rest of my life, I might as well try and live a little." He turned to the marten. "What time and where?"

"-Okay," she said. "There's a cover company, a medical practice that…"

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Two days later, all five of the group arrived at a small medical clinic at the edge of the docks. Marked up as Speedy-Care, the repurposed fast-food restaurant had a small stream of predators walking in. Reassured by this, the four who were new to the place crossed the road and entered in, buoyed by a sense of newfound excitement that pushed out the lingering trepidation.

At least for most of them.

Jena still shivered, her collar orange, the marsh mongoose still fretful that something was up. The four of them had somewhat pushed her into this, but Meera had led it on. All five reached the registration booth, a portly cheetah smiling. "Hi there! I'm Benjamin Clawhauser. Thank you for choosing Speedy-Care. Can I have your booking number please?"

Meera spoke up. "Two-Nine-T-H-D…"

"-Okay," he said, smiling. "If you all just pay up…" Which they did. "Now, we are very strict on confidentiality here. Can I confirm, as requested, that no mobile phones or other devices were brought over?"

The group looked at each other and nodded.

"-Okay, if you can just wait over there for your ticket to be called," he said, handing them all a number.

The group walked over and waited…

"Don't worry," Meera said, "it's just like last time."

"Yeah," Camilo said, "what's the worst that could happen?"

"We'll be taken in and be given a doctors appointment," Pedro said, the group laughing slightly before a short ding rang out. They looked up, saw their number, and walked into the back. Pausing as they entered into an examination room, a honey badger standing there and waiting. She smirked, closed the door behind them, and then went over to an ursine anatomy chart. Claws working their way along a line in it there was a click and then the whole thing opened up wide.

The group looked at each other, collars going orange, as the sound of beating music and echoing laughter made its way up a dark tube. The honey badger smirked. "Keep it calm kits, don't wanna get shocked before the real magic begins".

They stayed their breath, let their collars go green, before racing forward one after the other. Jumping onto the slide, they began sliding down, doing their best not to get too excited and…

They emerged out of the darkness and into the light, all of them flinching from the mild shocks they received. Not that they cared. That was nothing compared to the sense of awe and excitement at the madness laid out in front of them.

A themepark.

A full blown indoor theme park.

With predators running about, laughing, screaming, cheering, howling…

And all without their collars.

Looking down they saw a small booth. 'Collar Check'. And ran up to it, a fennec fox gruffly taking their collars off and handing them a ticket. Each one felt the weight around their necks fall away, along with a tight grip they'd gotten used to for so long but now…

"This feels so good," Jena sniffed, rubbing up and around her neck.

"Oh yeah," Matt said, doing much the same. "I like this, I like this, I like this!"

"Yeah," the fennec huffed. "Well can you like it as much as you want, just over there, we've got more mammals coming down kits."

Their joyous spirit was barely dampened by the order as they moved in, feeling their necks, feeling the buzzing excitement and then…

"-Is that a water slide?" Jena was already racing off towards the spiral 'Otter Slide' as she yelled it, slipping off her clothes and hopping with excitement as she started her climb up.

The others paused, before Camilo froze, the diminutive feline seeing something out of the corner of his eyes. Ears standing up, he turned, before racing off to join another crowd of cats, jumping and leaping after a…

"Is that a laser pointer?" Matt laughed, cupping his paws around his mouth. "Have fun catching that you big kitte…" He paused as the others raced off to join in, before shrugging and charging in too.

The night began passing in a long blur, all the different rides flashing past. After wearing himself out at the laser pointer, Camilo then leapt into a ball of yarn pit. Pedro, Matt and Meera meanwhile began racing about, having fun at the dancing games or other amusements. Jena, worn out after going on the slide a dozen or so times, moved on to a ride where, rolling backwards on a fake log, she tried to catch salmon toys. It was vastly oversized for her, as shown by the queues of bears waiting for a go, but she didn't care. The only salmon she caught on her first go threw her off into the water and she immediately went to the back of the queue to have another go. All while the Darwin's fox and the skunk faced off at a bite strength test machine. Neither reaching high up, but both trying to ensure that they beat the other.

On the night went in one long blur, though as time drew on one attraction kept catching their eye. Circling around the structure, its shakes and the screams of its riders filling the hall every minute or so, was the massive Roar-A-Coaster. And like the laser pen did to Camilo before, it drew them all forward. The group soon found themselves in the small mammal queue, pacing forward. The wait was long, it would normally be painful, especially as they had no mobile entertainment. But instead, they jumped up and down, they screamed out, they let their blood pump.

Free to do so.

Living every second of it.

Until the time came and the got on the rollercoaster. Jena began to pause, her body quivering, only for Meera to hold her tight and pull her on. "I'm not letting you miss this," she said, as the restraints came down and they began moving forwards, rising up the first hill.

"ROAR-A-COASTER!" Pedro screamed, Camilo joining in. Matt beat his chest, Meera kept on telling Jena that she could do this (not that she had much choice) as they tipped over the first hill and the air around them began to ROAR. Screaming, arms up as they dove down and swept up, twisting and looping as they raced around, the predators lived every second of it. A thrill they'd never experienced before. An excitement they could only ever dream of. Not that they could even imagine what it was truly like before. Rattling and shaking as they dove and spun and rose and felt themselves pushed into their seats or launched up they screamed and they screamed and they turned a corner and ground to a halt at the station, the brief sudden silence broken by the marsh mongoose. "That was IT!?"

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It wasn't.

They went on it three more times before realising they had to start making their way home.

Chatting, shaking, excited, they made their way over to the exit, only to pause at the collar check. Handing their tokens back in, they held the hated devices up and looked at each other. "We're coming back here," Matt said.

"Totally," Camilo agreed, the group taking a breath before slipping their collars back on.

With a click they refixed themselves around their necks and hummed to life, beeping up to orange from the remaining buzz in them.

Together they left, a sudden slight fearfulness in them as they walked out. Were they being watched? Would this night end in despair?

Splitting up, each one made it home. Their phones on, they saw that each had made it.

They barely slept that night, but the next day felt more alive than ever before.

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A few days later, Matt bumped into someone from his class. And he told them about a certain place. They didn't believe him, at first. But, eventually, they chose to give it a go.