A dark damp alley. Why was I here? Where is here? I need to gain my bearings. This does not make any sense. I died, I think. I glance down at myself checking for injuries. Wait, why do I have fur?
Had I taken a hallucinogenic, because I had fucking fur. And I had my trademark clothes on, burgundy jumper, sky blue shirt and light grey pants. Yep they're my clothes. Now do I have my phone, that was always in my back pocket. Yes it was. Now swipe, open camera, ah ha, facecam.
Looking back at the facecam was a fox. Orange/red fur with hints of black and white in certain places. How is this possible? I'm an anthropomorphic fox. Now we have that cleared up. Where am I? Am I even on Earth? It could be possible. How old am I? I should be 15 if everything correlates the way it should.
Coming to a realisation. I needed something. Money, I had no money. I had no wallet and even if I did would the money work. Probably not. So how do I get money? I have no identity, qualifications or anything. I was practically, no wait I am homeless. See back where I am from in Lancashire you always had people claiming to be homeless. I never gave anything to them as I didn't want to be scammed out of my money as you know some are con artist, on the contrary, they always seem to make a bit of money so I may as well try it. What do I have to lose?
Now there was a lot of litter in this alleyway and soon I found a cup to put my money in. `Star Bucks` it said. Weird, there was never a space in between `Starbucks`. Anyway, just a deffectionate cup I guess. So I started to make my way out of the alley and soon I was greeted by lots of animals of all mammal species. Carnivores, herbivores, omnivores, large small. You get it. "Fuck me, how is this happening, how is this real?"
Soon I found myself a nice `cosy` spot. I made a bit of money, people taking pity on me. First time that has happened. Those words made me depressed, thinking how bad life used to be. It was around lunch when I encountered a large Doberman. "Typical fox, trying to con me out of my hard earned money" he muttered. "Hey buddy, go con people somewhere else." This caught my attention. "I'm not conning anybody, I have nowhere to live. I'm just trying to make some money so I can buy some food or rent a hotel for the night." "Bullshit, you probably live in a nice two story house that you have acquired through years of conning and that you can afford by not paying your taxes." "I'm telling you the truth. Why won't you believe me?" "Ha, believe a fox like you, don't make me laugh, you're all the same. In fact I'm going to call the police." "9/1/1 what is your situation?" "Ah yes there is a fox who is trying to con me. My location is Buffalo St. Savannah Central." I took that as my cue to leave but just as I started to make my departure the police arrived. "Shit"
"You are under arrest on suspicion of con artistry and fraud. You have the right to remain silent" said a fox. "Carrots, the suspect is detained, you can take him back to the station and have Bogo debrief us." At that moment I recognized where I was. I was in Zootopia and these two in front of me are Nick and Judy. "We will interrogate you when we get back to the station".
Back at the station I was sat in the questioning room. "How did I end up in this mess?" I asked myself. At that moment Nick and Judy walked in. Judy with a clipboard in her paws. "We would like some personal details. Firstly what is your name?" "My name is Josh Hill." Nick started to check the records. "No info." "Okay, why were you conning people?" "I didn't mean anything by it. I was just trying to make some money so I could buy some food and maybe rent a hotel for a night" "That seems plausible." Reasoned Judy. "How old are you and do you have any relatives". At that moment my blood went ice cold. Shocked, coming to the realisation that I have no one in this world. I just started to break down and cry. I cried, "Mum, dad, Matt, Cole, Ste, Tyler, Jack" I never lived my life. I never got to do many things.
Nick and Judy just sat there. Letting me have my moment. I stayed silent, weeping to myself. I tried to stop but I just couldn't. It was at this point I was brought out of my stupor. "I know this may be a little personal but can you care to explain." I had to make up a story quickly. "I hail from a place called Preston. About a year ago I had my friends round at my house. We were just being normal fifteen year olds, playing videogames, watching TV etc. During that day no one had realised but my house had been leaking gas. My mum was going to light the hobs so she could start making tea. At that moment I was in the cellar grabbing my games when there was a loud explosion. I dropped my games and ran into the living room `sniff`. There I saw my whole family and my friends motionless, all with glazed eyes." I started crying again.
"Well I think he is innocent, but I fear for his psychological scars. Can I also ask how did you get to Zootopia?" "I honestly don't know but I don't really care any more." I started to get up and leave. "Wait, you're not going back onto the streets are you" I nodded. "Well that isn't going to happen. How old are you?" "15" "Good. You're old enough to have a flat and an allowance given to you by the government. Now we have just set up an account for you. We can find an apartment you but in the meantime. Keep the money you made today and find a hotel. We will personally come check on you in the next week. Oh can we have your phone number. We'll need to contact you if we find anywhere." "Er, can I speak to you somewhere more private, I have to tell you something."