Chapter 2: Meeting Flash
A/N: Thanks for waiting my second chapter to load up, I was having a problem on how to write this part, and be warned, it is long. So, thanks to jrfan98 for the first review on my story, and ADutchMarine for commenting on my grammar and others who pm me about continuing this story and some idea for the plot. I try my best not to fail you readers. Anang nganu enti nuan enda nemu nama tulis aku. Don't bother translate the last sentence, it is my ethnic language, you can't find it anywhere but Sarawak, Malaysia. Don't pm me how to learn my language for obvious reason.
Zootopia owned by Disney, the character is me. And my ethnic language. And the birthday, it is real and mine, and mine only.
"Damn, its hurt." I mumbled to myself.
Everything is blurry. I can feel the sticky red thing at my forehead. Everything is blurred out when I opened my eye. I get up, sat on the nearby chair with an opened black briefcase on the table. It took me a minute or so to regain my consciousness, trying to recall back what had happened. A few stretches and a glass of water will do me good. I stand up, do a stretch (Damn, it feels good to hear the pop sound at each stretch), and go to the kitchen for water. After washed my face and healed myself, I headed back to where the briefcase at. I put down my shotgun, my machete, and my phone on the table. My smartwatch vibrate again, a notification popped 'Connect your phone to the briefcase'. I connect my phone to the briefcase. I let the briefcase do it job as it was uploading some contacts, some new app and an update of my smartphone's OS. After doing its job, I checked my phone and realized that the briefcase could serve as my personal laptop, my phone as command center and my smartwatch as my personal notification on cops and crook whereabouts within 500 meter radius (I don't know how), precise location of Judy Hopps, Nick Wilde and Finnick (maybe they could help me in the future), and as a GPS. I studied the map which surprisingly a map of Zootopia. I get up and look through the window. I'm inside an old but refurnished mid-sized apartment, wooden floor (Borneo's ironwood by the smell), a 4K flat screen television with high-end audio system (and more ironwood furniture with my ethnic handcraft),and hell lot of more modest rich people's stuff (I guess getting less attention by getting modest). I checked my location on the briefcase which show my location somewhere in the old neighborhood in Rainforest District. I also checked the app the briefcase had updated, it was almost the same before with name change relative, such as Facebook is Furbook in Zootopia's terms. The new contacts the briefcase had uploaded were the contacts of Judy, Nick, and Finnick. I don't understand how the trio will help me, but let's stick to the story, eh? Anyway, the watch vibrate again, this time a notification popped up 'Check the briefcase, there is something to show you'. I sit down in front of the briefcase, a video message appeared. It was the last message of the deer in his 20s based from his act, in proper clothing before I killed him in the human world.
"Greeting to any living thing that seeing this right now… This could be my last video on Zootopia before I travelled to other dimension. So… If I was killed in the other dimension, you have inherited my richness automatically. Now, let's go to business, shall we? My name is John Doe…" I chuckle a little "… and I was a genius billionaire who had developed something so advance, I was kicked out of the Zootopia University, for being so… genius, and rich freak. Anyway, the tech I developed was a Time Manipulation Device or TMD for short. The briefcase you look now was the first batch which can teleport to anywhere, the one behind the wall is the refined version but unable to teleport because of unforeseen consequences." I turned around to see a wall opened behind me, revealing the TMD and lots of weapon at both side. "As for transport around the city, don't scratch it, I know you will race around with it." These lines really lighten my mood since I came here as I was thinking of a sport car now. "In the garage, there is a wide array of car, not just any car, but supercar as well. I have trusted Flash to take care of the safe house and one of my rides for his daily usage in DMV…" Well, that explain why Flash has really fast car in the movie. "…and not just car, but superbike as well. So, have a good life and time in here as the briefcase is one-way ticket to here. Today is March 15, 2015, what time is now? It's show time. Oh, and Happy Birthday to myself before I venture to the other side." He smile just before the video ended, returning to Desktop with wide array of tuner car as wallpaper (and him in the middle of the wallpaper). The video was taken on my birthday, a year before I came here. I was on this freaking Zootopia on my birthday and his birthday, the last day on my world and his, and a whole new day ahead of me had started. Anyway, what could go wrong? It was night time, almost midnight, and call in for a sleep in this crazy town, hoping for a new beginning the next day.
I wake up by the nice smell of coffee in a nice comfy bed, still in my old clothing when I came here- Wait, coffee? I get up instantly, finding myself inside the apartment. Then I realized all of this wasn't a dream, but a reality. I never thinking of coffee, let alone programed it to brewing it in the morning. Then I heard someone, or something sweeping the floor. I reached to the door knob, opened it a little just for me to peek over. I saw a sloth sweeping the floor, slowly. It just kept on doing its work, without noticing me. The name 'Flash' came across my mind, as told by the deer in the video about someone on housekeeping when he is away. I took a deep breath, collecting my courage and though on what happened next, and finally opened it. The sloth turned his head towards me at his pace and the look of surprised emerged from his face. I was about to speak before he intercept me.
"Hello… there… Are… you… the… one… of… his… experiment…?" He said, slowly.
"Yes" I answered shortly, still surprised on how he reacted to me as he was expecting me here.
"Ah… so… you… have… met… John…" he paused a little, looking around for someone. "Where… is… John..? I… haven't… met… him… for… a… long… time…"
I sighed, putting my hand on his shoulder, giving my sorry look "Sorry about that, he's… dead, by me." I said the word in remorse.
He smiled, "I… know… He's… willing… to… take… the… risk… of… getting… there…" He said, "but… that… is… in… the… past… So… can… you… lean… me… your… phone..? I've… got… something… to… show… you…"
I gave him my phone reluctantly. As he typing something on my phone, something weird happened. I heard the clock ticking at half its speed, the coffee maker's steam slowly puffing, everything seem to slow down, even the fly was slow enough for me to catch it bare hand. I turned to Flash as he was began to speak at normal pace rather than his usual slow irritating pace.
"Okay, that will do the trick."
"What trick?" I asked reluctantly.
"This app that the briefcase installed..." He flashed my phone, somewhat know I have connected my phone to the briefcase. "…is a time alternator, an app developed by John Doe to help me overcome my speed on… anything. He said it helps me to speak and do what normal mammals do without being left out for being slow. It slows down time just at the right speed for a sloth to talk normally at your speed; or speed up time on the sloth, in case of me. His watch- Your watch, is a piece of hardware that does the magic done by its software. He just built it only three, one for me, one for him and of course, one for his subject-You." He said with confidence, pointing his finger, or claw, whatever suit you, to me, no slow talking like before he activated the app. "Since you used his watch, I don't need to take one from the safe house in Savanna Central. So, let me guess, you already know my name and the TMD. He left his message to me 'Whatever is in my house, be friendly, he's my subject'. As his friend, I rather take the risk on whatever will come, then you came, I didn't overreact, did I?"
"No, and my name is Calvin, Calvin Nyala. You can call me Calvin. I'm sorry for not introduce myself in the first place."
"Yeah. Uh… can I ask you one question though?"
"Go on."
"Why there is military vest on you, your shotgun and your fancy machete is on the table?" Flash finally asked.
I looked down. I still wear my hunting gear. It would be rude to tell him I was hunting, let alone telling it to a prey like Flash. I sighed, decided to tell the truth, took a deep breath, "I… was, err… hunting?" I said the last word as it was a dreaded word to animal while giving my best 'smile'.
"Hunting?" He chuckles before continuing his word. "Hell, if you want to know, John Doe is some kind of a hunter. Crime hunter, peace keeper, the contractor, so to say. Freelancing with the ZPD, only few number of the officer in Zootopia knew him. Even Chief Bogo needed his help when things get out of control. His performance was outstanding, especially when he's using his sniper. Not to mention his reckless but professionalism driving skills. He even introduced me the underground culture. When he cruise the street, not all of the street racer can stand against him. He even gave his prized possession to me when he found out I have no 'fast' transport to the DMV. He said that it is what best friend are for. Sadly…" he paused.
"I know that feeling. It's always the great ones to go first. Beside, who else can replace his kindness I have killed?" I said it with guilt.
"Yeah, he may not be replaceable, but at least his memory is with us. The crime rates increased when he left, but at least the dynamic duo suppressed it from being serious, damn that dynamic Ju-"
"Judy Hopps and Nick Wilde, the first bunny and fox police officer?" I intercept Flash before he complete his word.
"Yeah, how do you know them?" Flash asked.
"Well, there is something you shouldn't know about me." I answered his question quickly, trying not to engage about how I know them.
"Okay. Let's go back to normal, shall we? We got to clean up his house anyway." He handed my phone to me, showing where to hit the button on the screen
"Okay. In three, two, one…" With a touch on the screen on my phone, everything back to normal speed. The clock ticking back to normal, the steam coming out from the coffee maker puffed normally, and Flash back to his slow irritating pace.
"Lets… start… cleaning… , then… you… get… your… bath. You… smell… like… a… skunk…" He then laugh slowly, which I had to be patience with his word.
We cleaned John's house (practically mine since I've inherit his property), and get myself a bath. Now how do I get my new cloth? I asked Flash about the cloth, his response…
"Use… John's… cloth…"
Now, I'm not going to use deceased cloth as it is against my ethnic tradition, but since I have nothing else, I have to break it for once. I put the cloth on, it is oversized a little but is very comfortable as I was using casual. After some breakfast with coffee (Flash ordered some a while ago) and urging me to use the TMD which I wasn't ready yet since I'm new here as a response to his question, he asked me to go tour the city, taking some fresh air. I agreed to that after the whole thing that happened to me in the past 24 hours. We reached the garage by the elevator inside the apartment. When the elevator's door opened wide, I was in awe. The garage wasn't an ordinary garage as it was stuffed with fully customized tuned car, all Japanese models such as Nissan Skyline R34, Toyota Supra, Mitsubishi Lancer Evo X, Honda S2000, all sort of stuff (the superbike was down one level) but one car stands out of them all in the car garage, the silver Nissan GT-R (R35) SpecV, parked right next to Nissan Skyline R34. Flash is using his red Ferrari LaFerrari which is parked beside Nissan 240SX, which he had said it was his first racing car. Using my phone as my car key (Flash had taught me how), placing on the phone holder and connecting the phone to the car's ECU. The car beamed up to life, configured everything is in perfect condition. Flash had gone first, leaving me alone with the car. The Nissan GT-R roared to life at the touch of a button on my phone's screen. I set the GPS on my watch to Savanna Central, cruising down the old neighborhood as the car gather speed. Anyway, how could things go wrong in this new world?
And… done. Got 4 followers, 4 favorite and 95 views in 3 days. It's a long one for sure. Have you guess what kind of game I have played to write this story down? No? Anyway, pm or review, both can go, but not the question I've asked. Chapter 3 is coming right up. From Sarawak with love.