Chapter Summary
Always keep a controlling interest in all rights you plan on licensing, otherwise things might happen...
Chapter Notes
Warning: Written quickly, not beta'ed, and edits are not in depth. Will continue to edit and refine if I spot problems.
Nick Wilde felt the sting of bursting plastic, a cold burning fire on his skin, and for a moment he knew regret.
He could smell Judy's bloody wound, feel her paws on his back, as the world squeezed. Suffocating, crushing, deafening, drowning.
The rising panic, the damp sickly heat, the death of his self. His civility. His everything. Neurons misfired, his brain boiled.
There was no burrow, no female, no safety. It was too early. Was hungry. Hungry. Prey. Blood. So close. It was in his space.
His Space!
"Nick! Stay with me!"
Noise. Prey was making noise. Noise noise noise! CLOSE!
But...this...this wasn't prey...pounce...noise meant something...dumb...bunny.
"This...is...so...stupid." Police Officer Nick Wilde frowned as he watched a test roll of some pretty boy band arctic fox trying to get into acting, stop just short of biting into a definitely made bad choices in regards to film roles B+ starlet.
It was melodramatic. Dumb. And utterly what not happened, as the brave bunny heroine tamed the beastly fox with the power of friendship...they got rid of his blueberry idea.
"Shush you. It's your own fault." His partner Judy Hopps giggled as she tried not to fall to the floor and laugh. Oh, oh this was delicious, as the two actors stood up and let the stunt actors come in. Oh. Oh, she was going to have a kung-fu fight with Bellweather?
"Based off a true story, what the hell! Mike screwed me! It's nothing like our bio!" Nick raged as he threw said bio at the wall, the film being showed off the bullpen projector. It was lucky enough they took the graveyard shift for this, what would the others think?!
Why oh why did he think watching this in widescreen was needed?!
"It's your own fault Nick. I told you to wait." Judy replied as she watched her movie self fall in horror as Bellweather than ATE a whole clip of Night Howler pellets. It was getting funnier by the minute, oh, oh and crazy Nick was going to fight the now mutating ewe?
"And I told you that you need to move out of that rent controlled broom closet you call a apartment! This was our ticket to Downtown high rise lofts! Owned and paid in full! Places with doormen!" Nick seethed.
"I'm calling our agent!" Nick then howled as he stood up and gnashed his teeth, his tail puffing up as he flailed around.
"You're our agent Nicky boy." Judy bit her lip and tried to channel her church going pose, paws in lap, back straight, try not to get excited. Nick gargled as he slowly deflated and collapsed and rolled around on the dirty briefing room floor.
Then there was a little sniffling.
"Oh...oh...shhh...shh...it's okay. It's okay." Judy smiled as she got out of her chair and sat herself down next to Nick, she petted his head and shifted him onto her lap.
"Now...who's a dumb fox?" Judy offered as she let Nick curl up around her a little.
"...me...I'm a dumb fox..."
"It's going to be okay Nick, we'll have a talk with Mister Harbor and we got a couple weeks vacation time, and we can fix this." Judy said softly, smiling at his dismay. She reached up for the remote.
Click.