Verse One- Main. As Judy’s partner at the ZPD, their first fox, he’s still getting used to being a cop, but he’s enjoying it, too! (This verse takes place after Zootopia 2!)
Verse Two- Before Film. Before Nick meets Judy and before the events of the film; adult.
Verse Three- Child/Teen. This verse features Nick from the ages of 9-18.
Verse Four- Wild(e) Boys. This verse is exclusively for @vulpsicle and I; in it, Nick has discovered he has a twin brother, Nico, whom he hasn’t seen since infancy when their parents split up. Now, though, the two foxes are getting to know each other, probably doing risky things for a few bucks, and bonding as reunited brothers.
Soldan isn't feeling herself lately. She hasn't been talking a lot, and a lot of deeply personal issues are being bothersome. Not willing to openly talk about it with strangers. Just those she knows, if asked. But more likely to stay quiet, uncomfortably.
“Hey, Soldan.” Nick sat down beside her, watching from the corner of his eye. His ears were settled a little lower than normally were, brows furrowed and a frown on his maw.
It wasn’t hard to see that he was worried.
“It doesn’t take much t’ see you’re not alright, y’know,” the fox murmured, a bit uncomfortable, too- he wasn’t overly used to this kind of thing yet- but that wouldn’t stop him from trying.
send 👀 or ( ‘EYES’ ) if you want to know how I see our muses interacting or how they could interact in the future. bold all that definitely/currently applies, italicize what could potentially apply. feel free to add more if you think certain options are missing or you just want to add more.
Get to know: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please | ALWAYS
Befriend: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please | ALWAYS
Date: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please | ALWAYS
Kiss/Make out: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please | ALWAYS
Hook up with: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please | ALWAYS
Protect: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please | ALWAYS
Help: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please | ALWAYS
Kill: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please | ALWAYS
Have drinks with: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please | ALWAYS
Have dinner with/cook with: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please | ALWAYS
Do a heist with: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please | ALWAYS
Make a mixtape for: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please | ALWAYS
Resolve a mystery with: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please | ALWAYS
big shoutout to @ashbalfour for some ideas and supporting me !!
I don’t care that we’re different, you know? What I care about is you. I care about you. Okay? And I didn’t say it, I should’ve said it, but I didn’t. Because…well, ‘cause I am an emotionally insecure source of your discomfort, who is not good at expressing his feelings. Probably because I’ve been on my own my whole life. It’s not an excuse, it’s why, instead of telling you that you’re the best thing that ever happened to me…I-I make jokes about your ears. And I tell you that you’re trying too hard, when, you know, the truth is - I just don’t want you to get hurt. Because no one else in the world matters more to me than you do.
Nick’s eyes flew open. A gunshot- what? Where did it come from??
Suddenly the tiger who’d been merely a step or two from him crumpled to the ground, his mouth open in a silent roar. His eyes were dull, sightless, and his head hit the cement maybe two inches from the fox’s foot.
Nick flinched. He didn’t dare touch this guy, and as soon as he realized the other two had quit breathing, he stood on jelly-like legs and hopped between them, very carefully, before he took off running.
But that strange-looking tail… it was much too small to be a tiger’s. Who could’ve done that, and… why?
The next day, dozens of bus drivers went on strike, causing delays throughout the whole city. Traffic was backed up as far as the eye could see on any major thoroughfare during rush hour, a cacophonous chorus of car horns greeting the rising sun.
The subways were still running, but with so much car traffic on the surface, there was way too much foot traffic to swiftly navigate the subway system. Riders were packed into cars like sardines, some likely wondering if the fire marshal would have had an aneurysm about the total occupancy.
Of course, with the buses down on a weekday, there were plenty of people who still needed to get to work. People were a bit more generous when squeezed by union strikes. A tabby cabby with orange fur knew that firsthand after having completed three jobs all before 9 a.m. He parked his car at a taxi relief spot, keeping a vigilant watch around his vehicle as he remained in the driver's seat.
Truth be told, Nick was still a bit tired from yesterday’s failed scheme and near-death experience. He’d definitely slept, but that didn’t mean well. Plenty of tossing and turning had ensued, and maaaaaybe four hours of actual SLEEP, if he had to guess.
Eh, what did it matter? He just needed to meet Finnick at the park in Savannah Central to talk about the disaster that was him almost being snapped in half last night…
He fished his phone out of his pocket and winced.
…in half an hour. In traffic that looked more like rush hour than a normal Wednesday morning.
Cursing under his breath, Nick blew out through his mouth; lucky for him, however, there was a taxicab a few yards from where he stood against a lamppost. So, the fox took a breath in and sauntered over.
As soon as he sat down, he stuck his paw in his opposite pocket, hoping he had a few bills in there. A tad absently, he commented:
There was a flicker of recognition in the tabby's eyes as he looked at the fox in his rearview mirror. He probably didn't need to worry; he was covered from head to toe the last night when he decided to step in and help the hapless fox. That being said, there was no telling what mistakes the tabby made when he saved him. Hapless as he may have been, the fox wasn't slow. He was sure to pick up on any detail the tabby forgot about...
"Where to?" was all he said, keeping a neutral expression.
The fox yawned, not bothering to suppress it, and shook his head in an effort to keep himself alert. Until he could get himself some coffee, anyway.
Nick didn’t pick up on the familiarity of the cat’s voice immediately, though his ears did lift just a bit. “Ah, to the park in… well, here in Savanna Central, please. Biggest one.”
He removed his paw from his pocket, buckling up and leaning back into the seat with a sleepy exhale. When Nick re-opened his eyes, they were droopy, but then he blinked a couple times, sitting straighter. One of his brows lifted.
“Ah… ‘scuse me, sir, but… I think… well- I dunno, but you seem familiar,” he said slowly with the slightest tilt of his head. The vulpine waited a few seconds, taking in the tabby’s look: ginger fur, a distant memory of the shape of his muzzle and face, the stripes- wait.
“Woah, wait-wait-wait…” Nick’s eyes stretched open wider. “Sorry if this is impolite a’ me, but is your first name, by chance… Sergio?”
Nick’s eyes flew open. A gunshot- what? Where did it come from??
Suddenly the tiger who’d been merely a step or two from him crumpled to the ground, his mouth open in a silent roar. His eyes were dull, sightless, and his head hit the cement maybe two inches from the fox’s foot.
Nick flinched. He didn’t dare touch this guy, and as soon as he realized the other two had quit breathing, he stood on jelly-like legs and hopped between them, very carefully, before he took off running.
But that strange-looking tail… it was much too small to be a tiger’s. Who could’ve done that, and… why?
The next day, dozens of bus drivers went on strike, causing delays throughout the whole city. Traffic was backed up as far as the eye could see on any major thoroughfare during rush hour, a cacophonous chorus of car horns greeting the rising sun.
The subways were still running, but with so much car traffic on the surface, there was way too much foot traffic to swiftly navigate the subway system. Riders were packed into cars like sardines, some likely wondering if the fire marshal would have had an aneurysm about the total occupancy.
Of course, with the buses down on a weekday, there were plenty of people who still needed to get to work. People were a bit more generous when squeezed by union strikes. A tabby cabby with orange fur knew that firsthand after having completed three jobs all before 9 a.m. He parked his car at a taxi relief spot, keeping a vigilant watch around his vehicle as he remained in the driver's seat.
Truth be told, Nick was still a bit tired from yesterday’s failed scheme and near-death experience. He’d definitely slept, but that didn’t mean well. Plenty of tossing and turning had ensued, and maaaaaybe four hours of actual SLEEP, if he had to guess.
Eh, what did it matter? He just needed to meet Finnick at the park in Savannah Central to talk about the disaster that was him almost being snapped in half last night…
He fished his phone out of his pocket and winced.
…in half an hour. In traffic that looked more like rush hour than a normal Wednesday morning.
Cursing under his breath, Nick blew out through his mouth; lucky for him, however, there was a taxicab a few yards from where he stood against a lamppost. So, the fox took a breath in and sauntered over.
As soon as he sat down, he stuck his paw in his opposite pocket, hoping he had a few bills in there. A tad absently, he commented:
📱 – accidentally sends your muse a message meant for someone else.
From @wxldetcmes to Sergio *snicker*
[text] WILDE WHAT THE FUCK
[text] YOU KNOW I AINT BOUT THAT GAY SHIT
Who would have thought one fateful reunion would have earned Sergio...all of that? From one text, he had seen a lot more of Nick than he ever wanted to...
"WILDE!" Several footfalls followed the fox, chasing him through seedy alleyways. A fox, a tiger, a stag, and a badger, all armed with switchblades, were closing in on him. Nick had tried conning the wrong people, and if he made one misstep, he likely would have ended up as a rug in the black market...
Ok… this was NOT going to end well if the terrified vulpine didn’t get away from these guys and their shiny switchblades before they caught up to him.
All he’d done was try to talk them into a business deal for a ‘charity’ that donated to the poor in Little Rodentia; he’d handed them a flyer advertising this thing, but, of course, Nick had asked for $4,000, too, so… that didn’t help. Somehow, he’d screwed up the numbers on an estimate for the price of the things he wanted to do for the rodents. He wasn’t sure what had gone wrong, but if he didn’t make it out of this, he’d haunt Finnick for the rest of his days for doing the calculations with him. Even if they were accidental.
Nick didn’t have to look back to know the furious mammals were right behind him, and growing closer. He could hear each heavy breath the badger took, and the CLOMP, CLOMP of the stag’s hooves against the sidewalk.
As hard as he tried, he couldn’t get the panic to subside enough to let him think about where to go and how to escape.
Not thinking, he veered into an alley… but he almost fell to his knees when he saw it was a dead end.
Chest heaving, heart thundering, Nick whirled around to face his four attackers and flattened his ears, a trembling grin spreading across his slender muzzle. “Hey, look- listen, boys, I-I-I can explain! I-!”
His legs shook so hard he thought he’d collapse. He pressed his back against the cold, dirty metal of the dumpster behind him.
“Save it!” the other fox snarled. “We’re gonna skin y’ alive, Wilde.”
Switchblade in his giant paw, the tiger advanced with a victorious, twisted grin, getting closer and closer to Nick.
His tail bushed out, but he let himself sink to the concrete, now sitting. Waiting to feel the sharp point of the weapon plunge into him.
This was it. After all this time, his luck had run out.
A suppressed gunshot sounded from behind the four would-be assailants, the bullet hitting the armed fox from behind. Seven more silent shots whistled throughout the air, each of Nick's pursuers sustaining two gunshots, all of them hit within center mass, two of them also hit in the head. All collapsed immediately, the other two dropping their knives and struggling to breathe as crimson pooled on the cement.
Around the corner, Nick could see a smaller mammal, just a bit taller than a rabbit, but the figure's dark clothes made it difficult to catch anything about them. The figure quickly absconded the scene...but a bright orange tail with dark brown stripes and a white tip was visible.
Whoever just shot those four men was a professional. All of them were neutralized in the span of three seconds. People within the immediate area could hear the gunshots, but it wasn't enough to trigger any ZPD gunshot alarms. The police were sure to get there; it was just a question of how cold the bodies would be when they did...
Nick’s eyes flew open. A gunshot- what? Where did it come from??
Suddenly the tiger who’d been merely a step or two from him crumpled to the ground, his mouth open in a silent roar. His eyes were dull, sightless, and his head hit the cement maybe two inches from the fox’s foot.
Nick flinched. He didn’t dare touch this guy, and as soon as he realized the other two had quit breathing, he stood on jelly-like legs and hopped between them, very carefully, before he took off running.
But that strange-looking tail… it was much too small to be a tiger’s. Who could’ve done that, and… why?
The other kit’s green eyes lit up; barely-disguised enthusiasm and curiosity had his tail trembling just a little.
“My name’s Nick!” he replied after a quick nod to Sylvia, a big and bright grin crossing his muzzle. “It’s so cool to meet you, Gideon!”
He wasn’t the least bit nervous that Gideon was considerably larger than he was; he had no reason to fear him, after all. They were gonna be brothers and best friends- he was sure of it!
The smaller fox took one rapid step forward, all-too-eager to come closer, but stopped himself, remembering his mother’s cautioning. So he smiled a little more calmly, albeit with a bit of difficulty, and then seemed to simply observe his new brother with as much politeness and consideration that an elated child could muster.
“I hope you like living with us!” Nick said, looking back up into Gideon’s blue eyes. “We’re gonna have lotsa fun, I promise!”
"Y-Yeah!" Gideon agreed, a slight, almost indiscernible smirk alighting his features. "Lotsa fun." He concluded.
On the car ride home once things were official just days later, Gideon considered the strangeness of it all. How uncomfortable it made him. It felt like his guts were squirming. Why was he expected to just accept a new family? What good was that going to do? He frowned as he glanced out of the corner of his eye to Nick, sitting next to him. He hated the thought of just being the new kid. New kids were picked on. New kids were weak, pathetic little crybabies.
"Allllright," Sylvia announced from the driver's seat. "I think this calls for a celebration, you know. Who wants McFarmer's for dinner?" She asked, giving a delighted glance into the rear view mirror at her two sons.
Having been staring out of his window, practically buzzing with excitement, the smaller kit was subconsciously smiling wider every so often as he imagined all the fun stuff he and Gideon could do. He couldn’t wait to introduce him as his brother, play outside all day-
McFarmer’s?!
“Ooh, yum!! I do!” Nick exclaimed with a huge grin, his eyes bright and wide. “Thanks, Mom!”
His head quickly swiveled to Gideon. “Hey, d’you like the fries or the nuggets better? It’s the nuggets for me, a hundred-percent. The fries are good, but the nuggets are really good!”
