Hey, Everyone This is a rewrite of While we're young: Endless Summer. Like I said Before I am Obviously not Dizzie HamHAm Who is the original writer to this. I am a fan of the "While we're are still young" and "While we're Still Young: Endless summer.
He or she left it around chapter 17, in 2021. And i posted this in 2025. And it seemed like Dizzie wanted to continue it no matter what, but It has been a few years. So I decided to continue it until Dizzie returns.
Hope you like my ideas with the up coming chapters. And my take on the story. I will try to keep things the same from the Previous,"While we're are still young" and "While we're Still Young: Endless summer. So remind me with some details and other things, because I won't remember all.
I took inspiration for this chapter and the next few chapters from a show called "The Rookie" . It's about a 40 year old guy who decided to become a come and blah blah blah details to the show…you should just watch it. But like i said i took inspiration to the next few chapters, form one of the episodes. I won't get into detail if you know you know, while you read into the story. Well without further adieu….. While We're Still young: Endless summer, Chapter 18: The Zoopawrk
The group stood in a seemingly endless line that snaked through metal railings, inching slowly toward the grand opening of ZooPawrk—a massive new amusement park in the sunny heart of Zootopia's Savanna District. Everyone had dressed to show a bit of their own style.
Nick kept it classic with his signature orange Hawaiian shirt and cargo shorts, looking relaxed as ever. Judy wore a lavender tee that read "Hop to it!" paired with jean shorts, clearly excited for her first big amusement park experience. Ben rocked a bright yellow "MegaPaw Donuts" shirt and Crocs, cheerful as always. Ronnie was laid-back in plaid and denim, his "Bear With Me" tee earning a few smirks. Audran looked ready for a hike more than a ride in his flannel and khaki shorts. Mervin, always animated, wore a loose tank and rolled-up jeans, bouncing in neon sneakers. Darson stayed low-key but sharp in joggers and a light hoodie. Falisha added a splash of flair with a sparkly top and sleek leggings. Flash, true to form, kept it comfy in a kart-themed tee and jeans. Mimi twirled in a pastel hoodie and layered skirt, her sneakers sparkling with glitter bows. Camila, the most recent addition, kept things breezy with a white blouse and stylish denim culottes.
"Uuuuugh. Why is the line so long?" Judy groaned, waving her paws in exasperation.
"Now, now, Carrots," Nick said smoothly, resting his chin atop Judy's head from behind. His tone was soothing, but his sly grin hinted at amusement. "It's the grand opening. Of course the line's going to be long."
Darson leaned out of the line, squinting toward the front. "I can't even see the entrance. Nick, you should've bought the tickets in advance."
"You think I'm made of money?" Nick shot back, raising an eyebrow. "Last time, it was movie tickets for The Hood premiere. This time, it's an amusement park. Tickets are expensive. Really expensive. I checked."
"Yeah, too expensive," Finnick muttered under his breath, arms crossed.
Mervin flopped dramatically against the railing. "I can feel my fur evaporating. This heat is not it."
"Agreed," Ronnie added, wiping his brow with the edge of his shirt. "They better have ice cream near the front or I'm turning around."
Mimi, standing just behind them and swaying in place, gave a sheepish laugh. "Okay, but like… I don't even care at this point. I've never been to a theme park before. I'm just excited to be here."
"Same here," Camila chimed in with a warm smile. "In Montefurria, we don't really have parks like this. We have festivals, but this? This is… wow."
Judy perked up, ears twitching. "I guess I'm kinda in the same boat. Bunnyburrow has fairs and all, but nothing even close to this. No huge rides or loop-de-loops or anything."
Nick turned to her with a grin. "So, today's a big deal for you too, huh?"
She nodded, smiling despite the heat. "Yeah. Guess I'm officially getting my first coaster panic out of the way."
Ben, meanwhile, wasn't paying attention. His ears perked as he caught a glimpse through the crowd ahead—a figure slipping through a side gate near the VIP entrance. The flash of reddish fur, a tucked white shirt under a gray cardigan, and the glint of glasses caught his eye.
"…Weird," he murmured.
Flash tilted his head. "What's... weird?"
Ben blinked. "I thought I saw someone I knew." He shook his head, brushing it off. "I dunno."
Judy gave him a curious glance but didn't press.
Finally, after nearly an hour of creeping forward, the group crossed through the park gates. Their collective frustration vanished the second the view opened up.
Towering roller coasters curled through the sky like gleaming steel serpents, plunging and twisting with mechanical grace. Bright banners stretched across pathways, flapping in the breeze with slogans like "Let the Wild Rides Begin!" and "Hold Onto Your Tails!"
The plaza beyond the gates was a riot of sound, color, and energy. Paw-print-shaped tiles paved the open space, where music played from hidden speakers and performers in full costume danced or juggled for laughing crowds.
The scent of popcorn, fried batter, sweet candied nuts, and something vaguely cheesy lingered thick in the air. Children zipped past on sugar highs, families posed for photos, and teenagers already soaked from a water ride strutted by, bragging loudly.
Front and center stood the park's mascot—a giant lion in a neon green ZooPawrk shirt and baggy jeans, waving enthusiastically and giving high-fives to whoever approached.
The group froze mid-step.
"Wooooah," everyone gasped in unison—
—with Flash's signature drawn-out "Wooooaaaah" bringing up the rear.
Nick slid his shades down slightly. "Okay. I might take back every complaint I've made today."
"This place is awesome!" Ronnie exclaimed, practically vibrating with energy. He grabbed Audran's shoulders and shook him excitedly.
"You can stop shaking me now, eh?" Audran mumbled, eyes slightly spinning.
"Oh—sorry!" Ronnie said quickly, letting go with a sheepish grin. "I'm just—I dunno—this place is blowing my mind."
"Where should we go first?" Falisha asked, her eyes wide as they darted from ride to ride like a kid in a candy shop.
"Let's… go… to… that… rollercoaster… that… goes… fast," Flash said, slowly lifting a paw to point at a ride entrance lit with a flashing neon lightning bolt and the bold, glowing letters: Zoom 'n' Doom.
"Of course, he would want to go on the fastest ride," Finnick deadpanned.
Flash smirked, then paused. "What can I say? Speed is my thing."
"You're a sloth, buddy... but then again, you do surprise us on multiple occasions," Darson remarked with a chuckle.
"Honestly?" Mervin added, pointing at the coaster's towering first hill. "That thing looks like it could snap a spine. I'm kinda into it."
"I think my tail just curled in fear," Mimi whispered, eyes wide as she followed the rollercoaster's wild loops. "Wait… is that thing upside down?"
"Three loops," Ronnie said with a grin. "I counted. Probably more we don't see."
Camila smiled softly, watching the coaster scream overhead. "You're all way more fearless than me. But… I think I wanna try it too."
"Anyway," Nick said, clapping his paws together. "What do you guys say? Go big or go home, right?"
"Sure," Ronnie, Audran, and Mervin agreed in unison.
"Okay," Mimi and Falisha said, exchanging a slightly nervous look.
"I don't see why not," Darson added, while Camila nodded beside him.
"Looks fun enough," Finnick shrugged, casual as ever.
Judy hesitated, her ears flicking. "Y-yeah. I'm okay with it." She glanced up at the ride's highest point, then muttered, "I think."
Nick leaned closer and lowered his voice just for her. "You sure, hun-bun? You don't have to do this one."
Judy gave him a brave little grin. "Nah, I've got this. First time for everything, right?"
With their decision made, the group—Nick, Judy, Falisha, Ben, Finnick, Mervin, Darson, Ronnie, Audran, Mimi, Flash, and Camila—made their way to the Zoom 'n' Doom line.
This time, no one complained about the wait.
Anticipation buzzed like static between them. The distant rumble of the coaster overhead and the echo of excited screams kept the energy high. Mimi was bouncing slightly on her toes. Ben had his paws stuffed deep in his pockets. Even Nick's usual smirk seemed a touch tighter.
They were all smiling. But everyone knew—this was gonna be intense.
After a while, the group finally reached the front section of the Zoom 'n' Doom queue, the distant roar of the coaster now thundering right above them. Excitement and nerves mixed in the air like static.
As they rounded the final bend in the line, a familiar sign came into view near the loading platform: "You must be this tall to ride."
Nick immediately glanced down with a grin and nudged Finnick with his elbow. "Oooh, buddy… close call. You sure you're tall enough to pass?"
Finnick shot him a flat look. "Try me, Wilde."
Mervin snorted, nodding toward a cluster of colorful kiddie rides off to the side. "You sure you don't want the Tiny Tumble train instead?"
The group cracked up laughing.
"Real original," Finnick huffed, crossing his arms—but the corner of his mouth twitched. He'd walked right into that one.
Soon after, the line split and the group began boarding the two-seat coaster cars, pairing up naturally: Nick and Judy, Falisha and Mimi, Mervin and Ben, Audran and Ronnie, Flash and Darson. Camila and Finnick ended up seated with random parkgoers, both giving each other a look of mild resignation before climbing in.
As Finnick adjusted his harness, he glanced at the fox sitting beside him—his face hidden behind a lion mascot mask. The fox wore a soft blue button-up with tiny paw prints, tucked in neatly but a little wrinkled, like he'd stressed over what to wear. A dusty gray cardigan hung loosely on his frame, sleeves pushed up unevenly—clearly a comfort piece he couldn't stop fidgeting with. His beige chinos were simple and clean, and his white sneakers—freshly cleaned the night before—had small doodles near the soles, little math symbols and stars. A green tie hung slightly crooked at his neck, but it was obvious he'd tried.
Finnick narrowed his eyes. Something about the fox felt... familiar. The fur color, the way he sat, that jittery energy—it all tugged at something in the back of his mind.
He squinted.
No way.
Must've just been the adrenaline getting to him.
Meanwhile, Judy was busy fidgeting with her seatbelt beside Nick, her paws fumbling with the straps more than necessary.
"Judy, you good?" Nick asked, clicking his own restraint into place with a loud metallic clack.
She didn't answer at first, focused on checking the buckle again.
"Juuudy... Caaaarrots. You there?" Nick waved a paw in front of her face.
"Huh? Yeah—I'm fine," she said quickly, her nose twitching as she pulled on the belt again.
Nick gently took her paw. "Hun-bun, your nose is twitching—and you've checked your seatbelt five times."
Judy sighed, ears drooping slightly. "Well, there were no roller coasters in Bunnyburrow. I'm a bit scared."
Nick smiled warmly, locking eyes with her. "Don't worry, I'm right beside you. And hey—if anything goes wrong, I'll scream louder than you. Just think of it like the train you take every day."
"Yeah, minus the drop," Finnick called from the back.
"Or the speed," Flash added, his voice slow but dry as ever.
"And the sharp turns and loops," Falisha chimed in helpfully.
"And don't forget it goes upside down," Camila said, grinning from her car.
"Guys," Judy muttered, "you are really not helping."
Darson leaned forward from behind. "Just hang on. Once we're over that first drop? It's smooth chaos from there."
That managed to earn a small smile from Judy. She nodded and settled back into her seat, still clutching Nick's paw tightly as the coaster jerked forward and began its slow, steep ascent.
Clack.
Clack.
Clack.
"EEEEEEEEK!" Mimi's voice rang out ahead of them.
"Mimi, we're not even at the top yet!" Nick called with a laugh.
"Sorry!" she yelled back. "I'm just—this is really happening! My heart's doing flips before we even start!"
Falisha chuckled beside her. "Same. I feel like I forgot how to breathe."
Mimi grinned. "If I pass out, tell everyone I went out happy."
"No promises," Falisha teased, gripping the safety bar. "I might be right behind you."
Near the back, Mervin made the mistake of peeking over the edge. His ears instantly pinned back. "Okay, nope—bad idea. This is way higher than the high dive at the pool…"
Flash, ever the chill one, glanced around slowly. "Nice… view…"
Up and up they climbed, the tension mounting with each click of the chain lift. Then—just for a second—the train slowed at the peak.
The view was breathtaking: the entire park stretched below them like a chaotic, colorful map. Far off in the distance, the skyline of Zootopia sparkled under the golden afternoon sun.
"I can see Tundratown from here!" Nick shouted, shielding his eyes with a paw.
From the back, Ben called out, "Hey, I think I can see my house from up here!"
"Me too!" Camila laughed, completely awestruck.
Next to Finnick, the masked fox groaned, slumping forward. "Ohhh, I think I'm gonna be sick. I knew I shouldn't've had that much pizza…"
Finnick scooted an inch away from the fox beside him. "Great, just grea—AAAAAAAAAAH!"
His complaint was cut off as the coaster suddenly plunged forward in a stomach-lurching freefall.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!" The group's collective scream ripped through the air—a chorus of thrill, terror, and pure, wild adrenaline.
The drop came without warning—nearly vertical. Every rider was yanked forward as the world tilted into chaos. For one heart-stopping second, time seemed to freeze. Paws clutched harnesses in white-knuckled desperation. Hearts rocketed into throats.
And then—gravity hit back.
The coaster rocketed down like a missile, slicing through the air with a deafening roar. Wind blasted against their faces, yanking fur and ears backward as stomachs did somersaults somewhere above them. The track blurred beneath their paws in a screaming streak of steel and speed. Judy let out a shriek that blended with a dozen others behind and ahead, her voice swept away by the rush.
Just as quickly, the train leveled out with a spine-jarring jolt, then whipped into a brutal left bank, followed by a sharp veer right. Riders slammed against their restraints, tossed side to side like ragdolls.
Flash, despite his usual calm, had his paws gripping the safety bar tightly. His mouth opened slowly into a drawn-out, "Whoooaaaaaaa…" as the coaster twisted again, only this time with him fully onboard the chaos.
Then came the loops.
Two massive steel rings rose ahead like silver giants—and the train didn't hesitate. It launched into the first loop, flipping the world upside down. Paw pads flailed as G-forces pressed against them. For a surreal moment, they all dangled above the sky.
A collective gasp—then the second loop slammed into them, faster and tighter. Blood rushed to their heads as the train powered through, straightening out for barely a second before spiraling again.
Next: the corkscrews.
Three of them. Relentless. Rapid-fire.
The coaster spun through tight, disorienting spirals that blurred vision and stole breath. The world became a blur of sky, track, fur, and shrieking voices—colors and motion smeared together in dizzy chaos.
Flash was still mid-"woooaaah" from the first drop as the train flipped into the second corkscrew.
Then, one final inversion sent the train flipping upside down yet again before snapping back into a screaming straightaway. But the track wasn't done. It hurled the riders into a last gauntlet of jagged, whiplash turns. Left, right, left again. Harnesses groaned. Seats rattled.
Laughter, screams, and gasps fused into one breathless, high-octane symphony.
Then—finally—the track began to smooth. The train slowed. Brakes hissed, and the cars glided back into the station, coasting to a clean stop.
The group sat there in stunned silence for a beat.
Then: laughter.
Exhilarated and shaky, they climbed out of their seats, limbs wobbly but grins wide, and made their way over to the nearby photo booth, still buzzing from the ride.
The screen at the photo booth flickered to life, displaying a gallery of perfectly timed chaos—frozen moments mid-scream, mid-spin, and full of raw emotion.
At the front of the car, Judy clung tightly to Nick's arm, eyes shut tight, ears flattened back, her fur still bristling with adrenaline. In stark contrast, Nick wore a wide, triumphant grin, one paw thrown in the air like a champion… though his half-lidded eyes suggested he was just barely holding it together.
Falisha and Mimi were captured in a shared panic-grip, paws clenched together, expressions caught somewhere between pure terror and jaw-dropping awe. Mouths agape. Eyes wide. Like survivors of a near-apocalypse.
Behind them, Ben and Mervin mirrored the same pose—gripping paws, eyes locked straight ahead in frozen horror. Neither of them looked like they had blinked once.
Ronnie had both arms wrapped tightly around Audran, his face buried completely in Audran's shoulder. Audran, meanwhile, looked half-stunned and half amused, as if realizing in that moment he had become someone's emergency emotional support plushie.
Camila, ever the picture of cool, had her paws tossed skyward with total confidence, beaming like she was at the top of a concert stage instead of a high-speed death spiral.
Behind her, Flash and Darson were a study in extremes. Flash had one paw raised in the slowest fist-pump imaginable, his wide grin looking oddly serene despite the chaos around him. Darson, on the other hand, had his mouth stretched in a silent scream, his eyes bugged out like he had just seen the end of the world.
And then there was Finnick. Or more accurately, Finnick leaning so far away from his seatmate it was a miracle he hadn't fallen out. His expression was caught mid-snark. Next to him, the fox in the ZooPawrk lion mascot mask had both paws clamped over his muzzle, his face a sickly shade of green even through the mask.
The group stared at the screen for a beat—
Then burst into laughter.
"Bwahaha! Oh nooo," Nick wheezed, pointing at the screen. "I feel bad for Finn."
"He looked like he ate the entire buffet," Mervin snorted.
"Dude was green under that mask," Ronnie added, grinning. "You were about three inches from disaster."
Camila stifled a giggle. "You leaned so far, I thought you were trying to jump out of the car."
"I would've, if I knew he was gonna start gagging mid-loop," Finnick muttered.
"I don't blame you," Judy said, still wiping tears of laughter from her eyes. "I thought I was panicking, but that guy? Whole different level."
Flash chuckled—slow and steady. "It… was… intense…"
"Look at your face, Flash," Darson added, pointing at the screen again. "You look like you're meditating while being thrown off a cliff."
"I was… centering… myself," Flash replied, straight-faced.
More laughter.
Finnick rolled his eyes, but a small smirk crept in. "Whatever. The fox next to me said he had like… a few slices of pizza—"
He stopped mid-sentence.
His eyes narrowed. Just beyond the booth, a red-furred figure was darting toward the restroom. It was the same fox who'd been seated beside him—still wearing the ZooPawrk lion mascot mask.
Just before reaching the door, the fox stumbled slightly, one paw clutching his stomach. He looked pale beneath his fur—sick, like he was about to throw up.
Then, in one shaky motion, he pulled off the mascot mask, revealing a face eerily similar to Nick's. His eyes were half-lidded, strained. He quickly slipped on a pair of thin-rimmed glasses, his expression dazed and tense.
Without glancing back, the fox vanished into the restroom.
Finnick froze, ears twitching, heart suddenly thudding a little harder.
Finnick's eyes snapped to the real Nick, who was standing just a few feet away—laughing, nudging Judy, completely relaxed.
"Uuuh, Finnick? You okay there?" Darson asked, tilting his head.
"You look like your soul just left your body," Camila said, her teasing tone fading into real concern.
Finnick's gaze flicked between Nick and the bathroom. His fur bristled slightly. "I saw... Nick," he said slowly.
"Uh… Finn," Judy said, confused, "Slick's been standing right here the whole time." She gestured to Nick, who looked equally puzzled.
The group exchanged glances.
"Maybe you're still a bit dizzy from the coaster," Camila offered gently, resting a paw on Finnick's shoulder.
"Yeah, maybe you're just seeing things, eh?" Audran added with a chuckle.
But Finnick wasn't laughing. His eyes locked back onto Nick—then cut to the restroom doors.
He leaned in closer to the fox in question, his voice barely above a whisper. "Nick, I swear I saw you run into that bathroom just now. Same height. Same walk. Same fur color—okay, maybe just a bit off—but it was you."
Nick raised a brow, his usual smirk fading. He glanced toward the bathrooms, thoughtful now.
"Well," he said slowly, "everyone says I've been here the whole time." He nudged Judy gently. "Carrots as my witness."
"Yup, he's been here the whole time." she replied, still eyeing him carefully.
Nick clapped his paws together, trying to break the tension. "Alright, how about we take a break? Find some food, grab water, breathe a little. We earned it."
The others agreed, murmuring in tired approval. But as they turned to start looking for a place to eat, Finnick lingered for just a moment longer.
His ears stayed perked. His eyes remained on the restroom doors.
Even as they disappeared from view.
They made their way across the park and into a bright retro-style diner tucked beside a faux boardwalk. Neon lights buzzed softly above chrome frames. Checkerboard floors glistened beneath their paws, and the air was thick with the scent of fries, grilled veggie patties, and toasted buns.
The group claimed two large booths near the back, filling the space with tired laughter and scattered chatter as they placed their orders—veggie burgers, sweet potato fries, fizzy sodas in tall paper cups with striped straws.
Nick, Judy, Falisha, Flash, Mimi, Darson, Camila, Ben, and Ronnie were deep into their meals, the earlier rush of the coaster mellowed into cozy, post-ride energy.
"Okay, serious question," Ronnie said between bites. "Do you think we could actually survive that ride twice in a row?"
"Physically? Maybe," said Mervin, licking salt off his fingers. "Emotionally? Absolutely not."
"I'd do it again," Mimi declared, tail swishing. "I think I left part of my soul up there, but it was so worth it."
"Same," Falisha grinned. "Once I stopped screaming, I kind of loved it."
Nick raised his cup. "To loop-de-loops and mild whiplash."
The group clinked their drinks together.
Ronnie, mid-chew, frowned and wiped his mouth with the back of his paw. "Ugh. I got sauce or… ketchup or something on my face." He looked around. "Where are the napkins?"
"You didn't grab any?" Ben asked with a smirk.
"I forgot, okay?" Ronnie sighed, grabbing his drink. "Be right back."
He slipped out of the booth and made his way to the condiment stand near the front of the diner. But as he reached for a stack of napkins, he paused—his gaze catching movement just outside the tall, glass-front windows.
A fox was walking quickly down the boardwalk—reddish-furred, wearing a dusty gray cardigan, and sporting a pair of thin-rimmed glasses. Same build. Same walk. The Fox wore soft blue shirt, beige chinos, and those doodled-up sneakers.
Ronnie froze for a second. His eyes narrowed slightly, following the figure.
The guy looked a lot like Nick…with glasses
His ears twitched, a strange chill pricking at his neck.
But then he shook his head and muttered under his breath, "Okay, relax. Probably just some other fox. Some foxes do look alike… kind of. This guy just happens to look like Nick… with glasses."
Then the figure slipped into the crowd and vanished before Ronnie could take a second look.
He grabbed the napkins and turned back toward the booth, brushing off the weird feeling. No need to weird himself out over some random lookalike.
By the time Ronnie returned, napkins in hand, the mood at the booth had shifted. Everyone was still chatting, but Judy had just nudged Nick and gestured toward Finnick, who sat at the end of the second booth—barely touching his burger, still poking at the bun.
Nick glanced over, brow furrowed. "Hey, Finn. You alright? You've barely touched your food."
Finnick blinked, like he was coming out of a daze. "Huh? Oh… just not really hungry, I guess."
"You sure?" Judy asked softly.
"Yeah," Finnick murmured. "I'll just take it to go."
A quiet pause followed—not uncomfortable, just... uncertain. Something in the air had shifted.
Camila gently brushed a fry off her napkin. "Maybe some fresh air will help."
"Yeah," Darson chimed in, trying to lift the mood. "We've still got lots of time. Let's walk it off a bit."
Across the table, Ronnie didn't say anything. But he glanced out the window, thoughtful.
He'd noticed it too—whatever it was.
As the group started to rise, Nick lingered for a second longer, eyes still on Finnick.
His ears were tilted slightly back, his gaze a little too far off.
Then, the group nodded, grabbing their leftovers and sliding out of the booths one by one.
The group decided to take a leisurely stroll around the park to let their food settle before hopping onto another ride. They passed a variety of attractions: a towering rocket ship that launched skyward before plunging back down, a swaying pirate ship that creaked with every swing, and a spinning teacup ride that made everyone dizzy just watching.
They laughed and joked as they walked, the tension from earlier fading into the background. Between mouthfuls of cotton candy and teasing jabs about who screamed the loudest on the last ride, the group's energy started to feel light again.
That was, until Audran suddenly slowed to a stop.
"Guys, I need to hit the washroom. Wait for me, eh?" he called out, already veering toward the facilities before anyone could respond.
Inside the restroom, Audran handled his business and moved to wash his hooves. As he exited, shaking off the excess water, he spotted a familiar figure heading his way.
Nick?
"Gonna use the washroom too?" Audran asked casually, stepping aside.
"Uh, yeah... that's why I'm headed this way," the fox replied. His tone was neutral, but oddly stiff.
Audran raised a brow. "Where's the rest of the group? I don't see them around."
The fox hesitated—just for a moment—but it was enough.
Up close, something felt... off. His fur was maybe a shade redder. His posture a little too perfect.
And then there were the glasses.
"Wait a sec," Audran said, narrowing his eyes. "Since when do you wear glasses?"
The fox blinked, adjusting his sleek black frames. "Hmm? If I recall, I've always worn glasses."
Audran gave a short laugh. "Come on, Nick. I've known you long enough to know that's not true. I'd have noticed."
The fox tilted his head. "Who's Nick?"
Audran froze. His brain tried to process the words—but they didn't compute.
Up close now, the differences sharpened: the fur was more groomed and just a touch redder, the body slimmer and more formal. He wore a button-up shirt, cardigan, beige chinos, and glasses.
"…You didn't happen to change clothes, did you?" Audran asked, voice more cautious now.
"Nope," the fox replied, his tone eerily calm. "Been wearing this the whole time."
"WHAT?!" Audran stumbled back a step. "You're not Nick?!"
"Nope," the fox said again, perfectly casual. "I was not born a 'Nick,' nor will I ever be a 'Nick.'"
Audran stared, caught between disbelief and discomfort. "Sorry, I—I thought you were my friend. He looks exactly like you."
The fox's mouth curled slightly—not quite a smile. "I doubt that. I'm one of a kind."
"No, seriously! You look just like him," Audran insisted. "Matter of fact—wait right here. I'm gonna bring him. You have to see this for yourself."
Before the fox could reply, Audran spun on his heel and dashed off.
"There you are, Audran," Ronnie called, spotting the moose barreling toward them.
"Took you lo—" Ben started, but Audran skidded to a halt, nearly tripping over his own words.
"GUYS! NICK LOOK-ALIKE! COME QUICK! FINN WAS RIGHT!"
The group froze in stunned silence.
"…What?" said Falisha, Nick, Judy, Ben, Mervin, Darson, Finnick, Flash, and Camila, all in chaotic unison.
Mimi leaned forward, translating like it was second nature. "I believe he said: 'Guys, Nick look-alike, come quick, Finn was right.'"
Finnick's ears perked up. "Wait. I was right?"
"YES! Come on, hurry!" Audran waved frantically, already jogging back the way he came. The others scrambled after him, curiosity rising fast.
But when they reached the restrooms… the fox was gone.
"He was just here!" Audran insisted, scanning the area, frustration in his voice. "I talked to him! Told him to stay put so you guys could see—he was right here!"
Nick raised a brow, arms folded. "I think you might've imagined it."
Judy stepped forward gently. "Are you sure you saw someone that looked like Nick?"
"We talked," Audran said again, breathing steadier now but still intense. "He looked just like him—except for the clothes, glasses, and slightly redder fur. Finn, back me up?"
Finnick scratched behind one ear, clearly uncomfortable. "Honestly? I'm still not totally sure what I saw earlier…"
Before anyone could respond, Ronnie stepped in, rubbing the back of his neck. "Okay, wait—look. I think I saw him too. Back at the diner. I went for napkins, and there was this fox walking past the window. Redder fur compared to Nicks, gray cardigan, glasses. I thought it was Nick for a second."
Ben raised his paw. "Actually… I saw him at the park entrance. Didn't say anything at the time—I thought my brain was just being weird. But it was the same build, red fur, glasses. I thought it was Nick for a second too."
Darson scoffed. "So now that's what—four of you?"
Nick threw up his paws. "Great. First Finn, now Audran, Ronnie, and Ben? What's next—me bumping into myself and arguing over who's better looking?"
Mervin chuckled. "Maybe it's a theme park gimmick. 'Spot the Nick, win a free slushie!'"
Camila tilted her head slightly, her brows pinching in thought. "Hmm… maybe it's just someone who happens to look like Nick? That's still possible, right?"
Flash blinked slowly, then took a minute and said, "Could be… but it's getting weird…"
Finnick frowned, glancing between Audran, Ronnie, and Ben. "This makes it the fourth time one of us has seen him. That's... not nothing."
Audran threw up his hooves. "Come on, seriously? He looked like Nick, talked to me, stood right here—and I'm the only one freaking out about this?"
Judy looked between them all, her brow tight with unease. "I mean… it's strange. Really strange."
Nick gave a small smile, but his tail flicked behind him. "Come on, don't stress. There's only one Nick Wilde. The city couldn't handle two of me."
Audran crossed his arms. "You're still not taking this seriously."
Nick glanced at him—calmer now, but his ears twitched. "I am. I just… I don't know what to make of it yet."
Finnick muttered, "Maybe it is wild… but it's starting to feel real."
Ronnie stepped up. "Seriously. We're not imagining this."
Ben nodded. "I don't joke about stuff like this. Something's off."
Audran gestured sharply. "Four of us. Not one. Four. And that guy was right here."
The group fell quiet for a moment. Even Judy didn't know what to say.
Camila shifted awkwardly. "It's… a lot. Maybe we just need to keep an eye out."
Nick sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. "Look… if this guy shows up again, we'll deal with it. But for now, let's not let it ruin the day."
Judy, still looking thoughtful, finally gave a small nod. "We're all here. That counts for something."
Nick leaned in with a softer grin. "Carrots, you know there's no fox like me."
Judy smirked, playing along. "Do I? I don't think so."
Nick raised an eyebrow, leaning closer. "You sure about that answer?"
Judy shrugged with a sly look. "I mean… most foxes are supposed to be vicious and cunning, right?"
Nick smirked. "Like I said—there's no foxes like me. And you know it."
Judy tilted her head. "Do I really?"
They stared at each other for a beat… then, in perfect sync, both said:
"Yes. You do."
Judy broke into a laugh. "Okay, that was creepy."
Nick grinned. "Or adorable. Depends on who's watching."
Judy gave him a playful nudge. "You're lucky you're my boyfriend—or I'd have to pretend I didn't hear that 'adorable' comment."
"Awwww," Ben and Mimi cooed together.
But the Four Guys, Finn, Ben, Ronnie, and Audran eyes lingered on the path back toward the restrooms, ears still angled back.
After the group's lighthearted moment, they continued wandering through the amusement park. They tested their skills at carnival games—winning a few plushies and losing a few dozen tokens—browsed quirky souvenir stalls, and sampled everything from roasted corn to fried ice cream. Eventually, they found themselves in line for the Ferris wheel.
It towered above them like a silver halo in the late afternoon sky, its white framework gleaming in the golden sun. Designed to fit mammals of all shapes and sizes, each cabin was made mostly of glass—offering breathtaking, unobstructed views. With solid flooring, secure doors, and a smooth, enclosed ride, it was as safe as it was scenic. From the top, you could see the entire park... and on a clear day, even Zootopia itself stretching toward the horizon.
As the group reached the loading platform, Judy and Nick stepped into an empty cabin. Judy turned and glanced back when she realized no one else was following.
"You guys not coming?" she asked with a teasing smirk.
Finnick grinned. "Nah, this one's got too much of that romance vibe."
Darson added, "Yeah, we don't wanna catch whatever's floating in the air between you two."
Camila laughed. "The Ferris wheel is troppo romantica for us to third-wheel your love story."
Flash, true to form, said slowly, "We'll... take... the... next... one..."
Mimi giggled, hugging a small plush toy to her chest. "You two have, like, main character energy right now. I love it."
Ben grinned, leaning back with his arms crossed. "Awwww... you guys are adorable."
Mervin leaned over to Flash. "Think we should've brought popcorn? This is turning into a rom-com."
Falisha pointed a paw toward the sky. "Just don't propose at the top. I'm not emotionally prepared for that today."
Ronnie laughed. "Yeah, I left my 'support friend' hat at home. Keep it cute, but keep it chill."
Judy rolled her eyes, cheeks pink, as she stepped fully into the cabin. The doors slid shut with a soft click, and the group waved them off dramatically.
As the Ferris wheel reached its peak, the city spread out around them in a patchwork of shimmering light and slow-moving color. From up here, everything felt distant—softened by the height, the quiet, and the calm.
Nick's gaze lingered on the skyline. "Y'know… moments like this make all the chaos worth it."
Judy nodded, her voice quieter now. "Yeah. It's nice to pause... and really see everything."
After a thoughtful silence, she turned toward him. "Nick, do you ever think about what it'll be like when we're real cops?"
"All the time," he replied without hesitation. "I imagine chasing bad guys, cracking cases—making a difference."
"Like what we're already doing… kind of." She hesitated, her ears drooping slightly. "But… what if it's not what we expect? What if it's harder?"
Nick looked at her with soft eyes. "It probably will be harder. But we've faced tough stuff before. Remember taking on those jerks? Darson, the ex-scouts, even Gid?"
Judy smiled faintly. "Yeah… we didn't back down."
"Exactly. Being a cop won't be easy. But we've got grit, and more importantly—we've got each other."
Her smile grew, more sure this time. "You're right. As long as we're together, we can handle anything."
They shared a steady, confident look—less about puppy love and more about the strong partnership they'd built.
"So, Officer Hopps…" Nick smirked, raising an eyebrow, "ready to take on the world?"
Judy slid her paw into his. "With you by my side, Officer Wilde? Always."
As the Ferris wheel began its slow descent, the warm glow from the park below spilled into their cabin. The world shifted gently beneath them, cabins rotating past one by one.
Judy turned slightly, glancing down through the side window—and paused.
One cabin ahead of theirs, just below, sat a lone fox. Red fur. Gray cardigan. Thin-rimmed glasses. He sat with his back half-turned to them, but even at this angle, the resemblance was unmistakable.
Her breath caught.
"…Nick," she whispered.
Nick looked over, following her line of sight. The fox was still there, still facing mostly forward—but the posture, the profile, it was too familiar to ignore.
"Don't tell me…" Nick muttered. "Not you too."
Judy exhaled slowly, eyes still locked on the cabin. "He's right there."
But just as she said it, the cabins rotated again, shifting angles. The glass of the mysterious fox's cabin caught a glare from the setting sun—and then, he was out of sight.
Judy let out a soft laugh, though the edge of unease hadn't left her voice. She nudged him with her elbow. "Maybe they just didn't want to be third wheels. On a Ferris wheel."
Nick smirked faintly. "That joke was terrible."
They both laughed, but the quiet that followed held something different. Below them, the park kept spinning—lights twinkling, rides whirring, music playing—and somewhere in that slow, gentle descent, a shadow of something familiar slipped just out of reach.
After everyone had their fill of the Ferris wheel, the group began strolling toward the park's exit, chatting and laughing about the day's adventures. Nick, ever the jokester, started walking backward, waving his paws dramatically as he recounted a particularly funny moment from earlier.
"And then she looks me dead in the eye and says, 'Sir, that is not a corn dog!'" Nick grinned, enjoying the group's laughter—until he bumped hard into someone.
"Oof—whoa, sorry about that!" Nick spun around, hands up apologetically.
The fox he'd bumped into adjusted his glasses and offered a polite, if surprised, smile. He wore neatly pressed khakis, a white dress shirt tucked perfectly beneath a black sweater vest. His fur was slightly redder than Nick's, and his posture gave off a very studious vibe.
"No worries," the fox replied casually, glancing over at the group. "Looks like you've got quite the crew."
Nick tilted his head slightly, intrigued. "Heh. Yeah, they're definitely something. Never a dull moment."
The fox extended a paw. "Name's Ashton. Most folks just call me Ash."
Nick blinked. "Ash-ton, huh? Sounds a little fancy for park-wandering."
Ash chuckled. "I'll take that as a compliment."
Just then, Judy stepped up beside Nick, ears perked and alert. "Everything good over here?"
Nick gestured toward Ash. "Yeah, no drama. Just collided with a fellow fox. Judy, meet Ashton."
Ash gave a polite nod. "Nice to meet you, Judy."
Nick tilted his head, giving Ash a curious once-over. "So, Ash—what brings you to a place full of screaming kits and deep-fried everything?"
Ash chuckled. "I dunno. I like the energy, I guess. Besides the rides, it's kinda fun just… watching everything happen all at once. Plus, I don't get out much like this."
Nick smirked. "Huh. How come?"
Ash grinned lightly. "It's just cool seeing how people act when they're not overthinking. Everyone lets loose a little. And despite how loud it is... it's actually kind of quiet."
Nick raised an eyebrow. "You're one weird fox…"
Judy tilted her head, smiling. "No, I get what he means. There's a kind of rhythm to it, right? Like—chaos, but with a pattern."
Ash nodded. "Exactly. It's like watching a bunch of stories happening at once."
Ash chuckled. "I dunno. I like the energy, I guess. Besides the rides, it's kinda fun watching everything happen all at once. Plus, I hardly get to go out like this…"
Nick smirked. "Huh. How come?"
Ash grinned lightly. "It's just cool seeing how people are when they're not thinking too hard. Everyone lets loose a little. Also, despite how loud it is, it's pretty quiet."
Nick raised an eyebrow. "You're one weird fox…"
Judy tilted her head, smiling. "No, I get what he means. There's a kind of rhythm to it. Like—chaos, but with a pattern."
Ash nodded. "Exactly. It's like watching a bunch of stories happening at once. All playing out around you."
Nick chuckled. "Okay, now you're both weird. But Carrots, you are weirdly cute."
"Nick!" Judy said, blushing slightly. "Not in front of a fox we just met."
Ash scratched the back of his neck, a bit awkwardly. "Hey, no worries. You two are kinda… cool to watch, too. And you seem close—are you two, um...?"
Judy blinked. "Uh… thanks? And yes, we are a couple."
Ash shrugged with a small grin. "Well, first time I've seen a fox befriend a bunny... and now they're dating?"
Nick chuckled awkwardly. "Yeah, it's not the first time we've heard that. Wait... have we met before? You look kinda familiar."
Ash paused ever so slightly before replying. "Nope. Don't think so."
Nick shrugged. "Well Ash, it was nice meeting you but—"
"THAT'S HIM!" Finnick, Audran, Ben, and Ronnie shouted in unison, cutting him off.
"Him?" Camila asked, blinking.
Audran pointed directly at Ash. "Told you I wasn't losing it! That's the guy! I saw him lurking by the bathrooms earlier—said he wasn't Nick!"
"That's the same fox I saw by the photo booth," Finn added, stepping forward. "I thought it was Nick messing around! Hmmm, he's also the same one that sat beside me at the Zoom 'n' Doom coaster!"
"This is the same fox I saw when we were at dinner!" Ronnie said.
"Also at the entrance," Ben added.
Mervin leaned in, studying Ash with a squint. "Same height. Same build. Definitely looks like Nick, but with glasses. And different taste in clothes."
Flash turned slowly toward Judy. "They... weren't... seeing... things... after... all."
Falisha blinked and leaned closer. "Okay, now I'm officially freaked out."
Mimi muttered, eyes locked on Ash. "Yeah… this is starting to feel like a movie twist."
The group began circling around like a herd of curious meerkats. The mood shifted from playful to sharp intrigue.
Ash chuckled nervously, taking a step back. "Uh... your friends kinda have no concept of personal space."
Nick waved his paws. "Okay, okay—guys, take a step back. He's not a suspect in a mystery novel."
He turned to Ash. "No offense."
"None taken," Ash replied, clearly uncomfortable.
"And seriously," Nick added, glancing around, "he doesn't even look like me."
"Hey Mimi," Darson suddenly said, "mind if I borrow your glasses for a sec?"
"Sure," she replied, handing them over. "Just don't scratch them."
Darson popped them onto Nick's face with dramatic flair. "Alright, moment of truth!"
"Hey, I can't see in—" Nick began—
Everyone leaned in—and collectively gasped.
Judy's jaw dropped slightly. "No way... Slick, you two are like doppelgängers!"
"What?" Nick and Ash said in perfect sync, blinking at each other.
Ash pushed his own glasses up and looked more closely. "Okay... with the glasses on... yeah. I kinda see it."
He removed his glasses as Nick took Mimi's off and handed them back. The two foxes stared at each other, now clearly aware of the striking resemblance. Identical height, similar build, nearly matching facial features—save for the slight red tint in Ash's fur.
Then, at the exact same moment, they both smirked.
"Hey, what's up, good looking?" they said together, each giving identical finger guns.
A loud groan of collective facepawing followed
Finnick muttered, "Oh great. There's two of them now."
Mimi squinted. "Okay, I'm not the only one seeing this, right? They even move the same."
Darson nodded slowly. "It's like watching a glitch in the system."
Ash laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Okay, yeah... that was kinda creepy."
Nick grinned and rubbed the same spot behind his own neck. "Kinda? That was straight-up mirror dimension."
Ash nodded. "If we start finishing each other's sentences, I'm out."
Nick tilted his head slightly. "Alright, quick question. Other than Darson—who's a coyote—do you like blue—"
"—berries?" Ash cut in without hesitation. "Yeah. Blueberries are to die for."
Nick blinked. "...Okay, that was spooky."
Ash just shrugged with a small smile. "What? They're elite. Especially in pie."
"Warm slice, buttery crust, ice cream on the side—not on top?" Nick asked, narrowing his eyes as he folded his arms.
Ash pointed at him with a smirk, arms folded the same way. "Exactly. Let the crust stay crisp."
Ben nearly choked on his drink. "Alright, am I the only one kinda freaking out here?"
Mimi leaned over the table. "Okay but seriously... what is happening?"
"This is beyond 'long-lost relative,'" Ronnie said, staring at Ash. "This is, like, food-psychic level."
Camila crossed her arms. "Or fate. Blueberry fate."
"Okay, seriously now," Judy said, raising a brow. "Why do you look like Nick?"
"Yeah," Darson echoed. "Someone's got some explaining to do."
Ash looked around at the expectant faces and raised his paws. "Look, I don't know! I'm just as surprised as you are."
Nick scratched the back of his neck again—the same spot Ash had rubbed moments earlier. "Okay, let's slow this down. No need to interrogate the guy like he's a criminal."
"Let's at least do this the normal way," Judy added, stepping in diplomatically.
"Ash, meet the crew. That's Darson, Ben, Ronnie, Audran, Mervin, Falisha, Flash, Mimi, Finnick, Camila."
The others nodded or gave little waves as they were introduced.
Ash nodded back, still clearly overwhelmed. He rubbed the side of his muzzle—something Nick often did when uncomfortable. "Wow, big group. Uh... nice to meet all of you. This is definitely the weirdest thing that's happened to me today."
"Weird's kind of our brand," Mervin said with a shrug.
"Yeah, you'll fit right in," Falisha added, smirking.
"But real talk," Flash added slowly, "do... you... know... why... you... look... like... Nick?"
Ash shook his head. "Not a clue. I didn't even notice until you all pointed it out."
"What's your full name, if you don't mind me asking?" Mervin inquired.
Ash hesitated briefly. He scratched his jaw in the same motion Nick used earlier. "It's... Ashton Leslie Wilde."
There was a long pause. A few jaws dropped.
"Leslie?" Finnick snorted before Darson smacked him in the back of the head.
"OW!"
"Dude!" Darson hissed.
Ash chuckled awkwardly. He and Nick both shoved their paws into their pockets at the same time. "Yeah, that's why I usually just go by Ash. 'Ashton Leslie' doesn't exactly scream cool."
"No, it's not that," Camila said slowly. "It's your last name."
Nick stepped forward, his expression turning serious. "My last name... is Wilde."
Ash blinked. "Wait—what? You're messing with me."
Nick held up both paws. "Not even a little. Full name? Nicholas Piberius Wilde."
Ash looked visibly shaken. "That's... that's impossible."
"Unless there's another Wilde family reunion no one told us about," Ronnie muttered.
Before anyone could dig deeper, Ash's phone buzzed. He glanced down at the screen, frowning slightly.
"Excuse me," Ash said, taking a step back. He rubbed his forehead just like Nick did when trying to avoid a headache. "I have to take this."
He turned away from the group, pacing a few steps toward the edge of the walkway as he answered, voice low and muffled by distance.
"Hold up," Ronnie whispered, leaning toward Darson. "There is no way that was just a coincidence, right?"
"Nope," Darson replied, still watching Ash out of the corner of his eye. "That's a full-on clone situation. Or secret twin. Or some 'long-lost sibling' drama."
"I mean... Wilde isn't that common of a name, is it?" Mimi asked, looking between Nick and Ash.
"He even had the Wilde smile," Finnick muttered. "Creepy."
Camila tilted her head. "This is starting to feel like one of those weird family reunion stories."
Falisha whispered, glancing at Ash. "I don't know if I should be creeped out or impressed."
Mervin leaned back slightly. "Same. He's like... Nick but from an alternate timeline."
Ben looked between the two foxes, wide-eyed. "Okay, but you do see it, right? It's not just me?"
Nick gave them all a look, his voice flat. "You know he can still hear you, right?"
Ash, still with his back to the group, glanced over his shoulder briefly—just enough to confirm: yes, he definitely could.
Ash returned, his expression changed. He looked sad—like whatever was said on the phone had knocked the wind out of him—and there was a new urgency in his step.
His posture matched Nick's almost exactly—hands tucked into his pockets, shoulders slightly hunched.
"Hey, guys… sorry, I have to go. My father's here, and he wants me to hurry up. It was nice meeting you all," Ash said, already starting to turn away. His shoulders slumped, and even as he moved, the heaviness in his eyes lingered.
"Wait—" Nick called after him.
But Ash was already too far, disappearing into the crowd with a quick jog and that same quiet look of weight on his back.
The group stood quietly for a beat.
"He looked... kinda down, didn't he?" Judy asked softly, still staring in the direction Ash had gone.
"Yeah," Ben muttered. "He left way too fast. It wasn't just a ride's-over kind of exit."
"He didn't even ask for his photo from the coaster," Flash added. "That... says a lot."
"Do you think something's wrong with his dad?" Mimi asked, her ears drooping. "He looked like he was about to cry."
"And what are the odds that some random fox named Wilde, who looks exactly like Nick, just happens to be wandering around ZooPawrk?" Darson said, crossing his arms.
Camila's tail flicked once behind her. "I wonder what the call was about."
Ronnie crossed his arms. "Yeah. After the call, his mood changed all of a sudden—like he didn't want to go, but felt like he had to."
Mervin said, brows furrowed. "He said he didn't know why he looked like Nick, and he sounded genuine... but I dunno. Something didn't sit right."
Flash blinked slowly. "The... timing... felt... off."
Falisha nodded. "Yeah, like maybe that call wasn't just from his dad. It was like he shut down the second he looked at the screen."
Mimi shifted uncomfortably. "Do you think he was scared of whoever called?"
Ben chimed in, quietly. "Could've been pressure. Family stuff can mess with you... especially if there's something you're not supposed to talk about."
Judy glanced at Nick, then back at the group. "Maybe it wasn't what he said that matters. Maybe it's what he didn't say."
Everyone turned to look at Nick, who stood silent, hands in his pockets, gaze fixed on where Ash had disappeared.
"You okay, Slick?" Judy asked.
Nick nodded once, but didn't take his eyes off the crowd. "Yeah. Just thinking."
"About what?" Ben asked gently.
Nick's voice was quiet. "If he's telling the truth... or if this is just the beginning of something a lot bigger."
A breeze passed through the plaza, carrying laughter, music, and the faint hum of machinery in the background. But none of the group spoke. Not yet.
They just stood there, watching the place where Ash Wilde had vanished, feeling the weight of a mystery none of them had expected—and somehow knowing, deep down, that things were about to change.
Okay, that's it for this chapter.
Wow… Ash Leslie Wilde.(Get the Boss Baby reference?)
Who is he? Why is he in Zootopia? Why does he look like Nick?And seriously—what's up with the blueberries?Well, all of that? It's going to unravel in the next few chapters.
Because none of this is random.
It's all connected. Buckle up, fluffsters—we're just getting started.
Until next week... or more.
I do already have the next chapter down, buuut… I rewrote this one so now I've gotta tweak the next one to match the pacing and dialogue and detail and... you know. Writer stuff. Blah blah blah.
Anyways... until then.