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hookaroo · 5 years

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Vocivore, Ltd. (37 of 45?)

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Present (Friday, continued)...

Jones’ piercing cry throbbed in the new bruises scattered across Emma’s face, arms, and gut, but her own pain was the least of her concerns.

She’d heard the stun gun go off and watched her friend fall, transfixed by the very device meant to protect him. But not even the close-range shooting could account for his pure agony right now, not if her own Killian’s pain threshold was anything to go by.

In a panic and out of her mind with worry for both Joneses, she once again yanked fruitlessly against the slaves holding her captive. Despite apparent signs of their terminal neurological condition, they had no trouble, between the three of them, keeping her contained. She could only watch as Jones’ thrashing weakened, his cries turning to piteous moans. The Master had its back turned to her, but she could only assume it was reveling in the energy flowing all around it, probably healing its wounds and giving it even greater control over all of its helpless followers.

This rescue plan had been doomed from the start, and they were fools for having gone through with it. She’d told Jones. She’d given him clear warning: he had no protection, no Dark One residue or whatever the heck it was that granted her and Killian immunity. Two steps into the church, and Jones had been groveling, submitting to the vile thing currently soaking up his screams. And now they would die, all three of them. Storybrooke, the United Realms: all doomed. And Hope would grow up without a family, just as Emma had done. Okay, Belle would do her best, and the toddler seemed to like Gideon, so she would be okay… until Belle’s death. Followed by Rumple’s sacrifice, in whatever messed-up timeline it occurred. Where would she be then?

As always, Emma tried to squash her feelings into a rage-box. She was mad at Rumple for helping them with the plot. She was mad at Killian for undertaking it, for talking her into it, for making her suffer this month past, all for nothing. She was mad at herself, for not putting her foot down and demanding a better plan. But most of all, she was furious with this hideous monstrosity before her. This bloody bastard that had taken so much from her, from her friends, hell, from all the countless people she didn’t even know. And it was going to win?!

But then, inexplicably, the Vocivore took a step back, then another, and all of its upper limbs curled in toward its chest. Its low groan seemed to shake the very foundations of the shabby sanctuary as it turned toward the altar. Emma read desperation in its eyes, and fear, and confusion. It reached a trembling claw in her direction, and the guards readied themselves for a command that never came. Emma saw with shocked bemusement that a sickly green glow emanated from the center of the creature’s heaving chest. And then the crab legs gave way.

The scream-eater crashed to the paving stones, its pointed legs folded awkwardly beneath its bulk. Emma could only gape as it tore the bow tie from around its neck in an attempt to get more oxygen. In obvious excruciating pain, it wheezed to no one in particular,

“What… is… this?”

The green light in the middle of its chest doubled in intensity, and the monster hunched forward, howling in pain.

The slave to Emma’s left abruptly stumbled backward, clutching his head. His partners soon followed suit. Whatever the reason--whatever confusion and fear they were facing--Emma didn’t care. She had her freedom: time to destroy this monster once and for all. Emma snatched her pistol from a sobbing slave's hand, and he made no move to stop her. Whirling, she stalked straight up to the writhing spider-crab, whose eyes reflected a mute, baffled panic.

“What’s the matter, Mr. Krabs? Choke on a sound wave? Two Killians more than you can handle?”

The thing looked deflated somehow; certainly it no longer towered in presence and appearance. On wobbly legs, it pushed itself up and scrabbled backwards, clumsy, suddenly unable to find purchase on the stones over which, just moments before, it had been so self-possessed.

Emma leveled her gun at the beast. She was going to enjoy this. She knew she should really deal a fatal blow up front, while she had the advantage and the creature was distracted by whatever currently affected it. But after all Killian had been through at its claws... after all she had endured, helplessly listening to him suffer... it deserved a little pain, and she deserved a chance to inflict it.

"I don't know where you came from," she growled, ruthlessly firing one bullet into a churning leg, "or how you got here." A second bullet tore into a tentacle coiled in agony. One left. "Your reign ends today. And you will not be causing anyone any more pain... ever... again."

Flecks of spittle flew from the Vocivore's mouth as it gasped for breath. Each soulless black eye leaked copious tears, which rained down on its now-filthy waistcoat. The green light radiating from its thorax grew brighter with each backwards step toward the altar. Despite its other wounds, the monster's upper limbs were all pressed over the pulsing light as if trying to massage away excruciating pain. The damaged leg buckled, the massive bulk wobbled, nearly tipping sideways, and Emma took aim at its repulsive, desperate face.

The monster performed a clumsy half-turn, its right hand reaching pathetically toward its favorite slave. "Tri...pod..."

An especially intense strobe of verdant light shone between its spasming fingers. A horrible, keening sigh groaned from its lungs, half whimper, half growl. Emma stepped closer, the barrel of her pistol pointed straight at the beast's temple.

"That's Killian, you bastard."

Then she pulled the trigger.

Immediately, while the echoes of the shot still rang in the rafters, the Vocivore's legs gave out and it crashed to the floor. Still upright, balanced on girth and a low center of gravity, but quiet and motionless. A trail of violet raindrops led all the way to the stone wall, where a yellowed parchment advertised a long-done charity drive. Or used to, before it was splattered with monster brains.

The green glow faded from view. Emma held her breath, half expecting the cursed thing to surge back to its feet with a roar of rage, ready to take out its anger on an unresisting Killian. But it stayed down. 10 seconds. 20. Emma slowly expelled a breath. Creeping forward, she boldly prodded the nearest armored leg; as expected, there was no response.

"Hope you like brimstone," she muttered, all the acid in her voice 100% genuine.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Jones struggling to sit up. She holstered her weapon and hurried to offer support, noticing as she crouched that the green light had also vanished from his chest. Wincing, Jones clapped a trembling hand over the blood staining the tunic covering his shoulder. He nodded weary thanks for her assistance.

“I’m okay.” He sounded dazed and in pain, but otherwise lucid. He studied the inert form a few yards in front of him, shuddered, then focused farther away, to the other end of the room. “Go to him.”

Emma steeled herself and stood. In the whole time since entering the church, she had not seen one sign of life from her husband; she fully expected to reach out and touch a cooling corpse, yet also clung to the tiny chance that he could still be alive, and as long as she didn’t know for sure one way or the other, she could entertain hope. But she was out of excuses now. If he was alive, he needed urgent help. So she had to be brave now, and face the moment of truth.

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zoocross0vers · 5 years

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Animal Kingdom...Hearts Chapter 1: A Second Chance

Hey guys! As promised, here’s the first chapter of my Kingdom Hearts/Zootopia crossover in honor of the US release of Kingdom Hearts 3 (which is today! Yay! :D)

If you guys prefer to check out the chapter at my FF.net account then here’s the link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13190275/2/Animal-Kingdom-Hearts

I’m so happy to see you guys really enjoyed the prologue, so here’s to hoping you guys enjoy the first chapter too! :)

Enjoy! :D

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Chapter 1: A Second Chance

“Welcome one and all! It’s truly a beautiful day for a parade here in our gorgeous city of Zootopia! As you can see right behind me, everything’s still getting set up for the parade to start as we celebrate the very first anniversary since our city was saved from falling to its knees to the Night Howler epidemic caused by former Mayor of Zootopia, Dawn Bellwether.”

Pulling away from the TV, a prison recreation room is revealed. Said former mayor, sits in a chair watching the news, her arms crossed angrily at the mention of her name by the bright and chipper, wolf reporter.

The wolf continues to report from a sky box giving a bird’s eye view of the street covered with parked parade floats, “Yesiree! Just by the looks of those floats. It’s a guarantee we’re gonna have one beautiful and memorable parade for this momentous occasion. Fabienne, Pete, back to you!”

Back at the ZNN studio, news anchors, Fabienne Growly, a snow leopard, and Peter Moosebridge, a moose, continue the report, “Thank you Roscoe,” responds the snow leopard.

Peter Moosebridge nods, “For those of you just tuning in. Exactly one year ago, pop sensation, Gazelle, played a packed concert at the Animalia Stadium not too long after Dawn Bellwether was discovered to be guilty of the Night Howler epidemic. Gazelle, alongside the newly reinstated mayor, Mayor Lionheart, considered the reestablished unity between prey and predators a thing to celebrate. Considering the pop star’s outspoken activism during the epidemic, it only seemed fitting that the mayor declare this day, Zoonity. A day to push aside the divide that was created by the Night Howler scare and to celebrate our differences by bringing together all mammals regardless of species or classification.”

“That’s right,” Fabienne adds, “As such, the pop star is scheduled to ride on the final float of the Zoonity Day parade alongside the two officers responsible for solving the Night Howler case, Zootopia’s own heroes in blue, Officers Judith Hopps and Nicholas Wilde.”

Bellwether growls and slams a hard fist on the table next to her.

Things only get worse for the sheep when they cut to a press conference segment showing said bunny and fox, clad in their police uniforms. The surrounding press flash their cameras like mad and push forward their microphones trying to get their questions in and answers from the two officers, “Officers! Officers! How does it feel knowing you’ll be riding alongside Gazelle in the parade?”

Nick answers the reporter with his trademark, confident half-lidded gaze, “Are we honored to be riding in the same float as pop sensation, Gazelle in the parade? Yes, yes we are.”

Judy hums happily at Nick’s answer, “Absolutely. We also couldn’t be happier knowing that we were able to help in bringing this city just a little bit closer together. And rest assured that Officer Wilde and I, along with the rest of the ZPD, will always be here to try to make the world a better place. For all mammals.”

Bellwether scrunches her face in vile, fury. She trembles in anger at the rabbit’s words.

On screen, a frenzy of camera flashes sweep the two officers as the reporters try to barrage them with more questions,

“Officer Hopps over here!”

“Officer Wilde!”

“Officers! Officers!”

The image cuts back to the news anchors, “Truly inspirational words,” says Fabienne.

“From two truly inspirational mammals,” adds Peter.

Fabienne nods in agreement, “Please stay tuned as we bring you more coverage on today’s para--”

CRASH!! The TV screen shatters as a chair suddenly flies towards it and breaks it! Bellwether huffs in anger trying to catch her breath after tossing her chair to the TV. The other prisoners eye her in confusion.

“WHO THREW THAT?!” yells C.O. Swinton, a blonde haired female pig correctional officer.

All fingers immediately point to Bellwether.

The pig huffs out a frustrated sigh as if saying, ‘why am I not surprised?’ She walks over to Bellwether with her hoofs at her hips. “Dawn Bellwether, I should’ve known. Alright, come on. It’s back to solitary for you,” C.O. Swinton grabs Bellwether by the arm. The sheep yanks her arm away.

“It wasn’t me! It was...it was Big Baddy!” Bellwether points to a large she-wolf.

“What’d you say, lambchop?” The she-wolf gets up from her seat and menacingly rolls up the sleeves of her prison jumpsuit, ready to pounce on Bellwether.

Bellwether cowers and sinks under her wool at the wolf’s size, “Nothing! Nothing.”

C.O. Swinton motions her hoof to Big Baddy to go away, “Alright, get back to your seat Big Baddy. As for you Bellwether, I wouldn’t put it past you tossing a chair to the TV. Especially with that parade going on. You’re going to solitary, whether you like it or not.” The pig drags Bellwether away by the arm.

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The large, heavy door of Bellwether’s lonely cell slams shut. C.O. Swinton locks the door and walks away, leaving the sheep alone.

Once Bellwether is sure the pig is gone, she kicks her bed and stomps around her cell, grumbling under her breath, “Stupid bunny. Stupid fox. If they hadn’t discovered my plan, they wouldn’t be talking so high and mighty,” Bellwether elevates her voice to a higher pitch to mock Judy, “‘We’ll make the world a better place for all mammals.’ Puh!” she scoffs, “If only I weren’t locked up in here, I’d show them a better world worth living in. One free of all predators and stupid idealistic bunnies.”

Bellwether flails her arms back and falls back on the bed. A melancholy expression overcomes her face. She lets out a defeated sigh, “Who am I kidding though? Truth is, they’re out there, and I’m locked up in here. That’s all there is to it. I’m never going to see that perfect world.” Bellwether properly rests on the bed and curls up into a fetal position, facing the wall. She closes her sad eyes, hoping for sleep to eventually take her away from her misery for the rest of the day.

As Bellwether lay there, not a second later, did her cell’s light suddenly start flickering like mad, forcing the sheep’s eyes to immediately pop open. The curious sheep looks up to the wildly flickering bulb. She covers her vision with an arm as the flickering starts to burn her eyes, “Stupid pig. Can’t even put me in a good room with proper lighting.” She gets off her bed and walks toward the door. She knocks and tries to yell past the thick door, “Hello? C.O. Swinton! My cell’s light bulb is on the fritz!” The bulb suddenly shuts off entirely as she says that, “Great. Hello?! Can anybody hear me?!”

“I can.”

GASP! Bellwether suddenly gasps and turns around to face her dark cell, “Who said that?” The sheep asks with blind eyes in the pitch black darkness.

“I did.”

Bellwether turns, frantically, as she tries to pinpoint the source of the mysterious voice, “Wh-Who? Who are you?! Where are you?!”

“I’m right here.”

Bellwether turns to her right, to face where her cell’s toilet is at. The sheep still can’t see anything, but is certain that is where the voice is coming from, “Wh-Who are you? How did you get in my cell?!”

“Calm yourself, little sheep. I’m not going to hurt you.”

“C.O. Swinton, didn’t say anything about sharing a room. This is solitary confinement after all,” the sheep crosses her arms, irritated and annoyed. “So what? Are you a mouse or something that I didn’t see you at first?”

“I’m not a prisoner, and I’m certainly not a mouse.”

Bellwether cocks an eyebrow in confusion, “Who are you then? What are you? What are you doing here?!”

A small chuckle surfaces from the mysterious voice. The dark figure produces an eerie green and yellowish light to visually reveal herself to the sheep. She’s clad in a long black and purple dress that reaches to the floor and goes up past her head, forming long, pointy, devil like horns. She wields a large golden staff with a round golden gem on top. The mysterious woman eyes the sheep with her frightening yellow eyes. She smiles deviously at the little sheep.

Bellwether takes a step back. Her eyes look like they’re about to bulge right out of their sockets at the sight of this strange, never before seen creature! Her jaw slacks, she’s speechless and terrified.

“My name...is Maleficent. And I am going to help you make your dream come true.”

Bellwether just continues staring. She can’t utter a word. She stammers at first, but finally manages to say something, “G-G-GUARDS! GUARDS!!!” The sheep desperately knocks on the thick door. Hoping to reach someone’s attention, “GUARDS HELP!! THERE’S A STRANGE CREATURE IN MY CELL! C.O. SWINTON!”

“They can’t hear you.”

Bellwether quickly turns to face the mystery woman, her arms and back pressed hard against the cell door, “W-What? What do you mean they can’t hear me?”

“Precisely that, they can’t hear you while I’m here.”

“W-What are you?” Bellwether asks near breathless, terrified by the creature’s strange appearance.

“Technically, I’m a fairy. But I suppose, my physical appearance resembles that of a human.”

“A human?” asks Bellwether, confused and terrified.

“A species of hairless mammal that doesn’t exist in your world to put it simple,” replies Maleficent.

“My world?” Bellwether asks, still keeping as far away as possible from the mysterious, never before seen creature.

Maleficent chuckles amused at the sheep’s ignorance, “Yes, my dear little sheep. You see, there are many other worlds out there. Not in the sense of space travel, but consider it traveling between different dimensions or universes. Yours is but a small fish, in a vast ocean of worlds full of different creatures, such as myself.”

The frightened sheep shakes her head in disbelief. She clasps hard at her face, “No, no. I must be dreaming. Yes! That's it! I-I fell asleep and this is all one big bad, really, really weird dream!”

“You are not dreaming. I assure you this is all too real, Dawn Bellwether.”

Bellwether gasps, “H-How do you know my name?”

Maleficent chuckles, “Let’s just say, a little bird told me.”

“Bird?” Bellwether asks, not at all familiar with the word.

Maleficent shakes her head, “Never mind. My point is, I know much about you,” Maleficent strolls casually around the room, “I know you tried to divide your city by infecting predators with the Night Howlers, hoping that the growing fear for them would lead to their immediate exile and eventual extermination from both Zootopia and the entire world. But! You were stopped by a meddlesome rabbit officer and her fox companion. Isn’t that right?”

Bellwether growls and crosses her arms angrily, “Don’t remind me.”

Maleficent smirks, admiring the sheep’s anger, “What would you say if I could give you a second chance at revenge?”

Bellwether’s eyes widen at the evil fairy’s words. She looks to Maleficent with a fascinated, yet questionable brow. She scoffs, “Yeah, I wish. But look around you. I’m stuck in this cell until my prison sentence is up. Which fyi, won’t be until a very, very long time from now.”

Maleficent scoffs, “My dear ignorant little sheep. Do you really think I can be limited by mere walls? How do you think I came into your cell in the first place? I certainly didn’t use the front door, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

Bellwether eyes her, curious, “Then, how did you get in here?”

“In due time my dear. But onto the real question at hand. Are you willing to receive my help? Or not?” Maleficent takes a step toward the sheep. Bellwether takes a step back.

“That depends. Why do you want to help me? What do you gain out of my being able to take revenge?”

“Excellent questions. I see you’re no fool,” says Maleficent, impressed. “There is no need for you to worry. I want nothing from you…except, your full and absolute loyalty to my cause. And in exchange, I will grant you your revenge. So in a sense, consider me your fairy godmother here to make your dream world a reality.”

Bellwether takes a curious step forward, her fear for the creature slowly subsiding. “My dream world?”

“Yes. You dream of a world without predators. A perfect world accommodated to your liking, do you not?”

“Well...” Bellwether smirks devilishly, picturing the world in her mind.

Maleficent smiles at the sheep’s expression, “You have dark ambitions Bellwether, which is precisely how I managed to find you. You see, I chase after dark hearts much like yours, so that the wielders of those dark hearts can aid me in hunting down what I ultimately seek.”

“Which would be?”

“Pure hearts.”

“Huh?” Bellwether raises a completely puzzled brow.

Maleficent waves a hand over her staff, causing the orb to glow. An image forms inside the orb -- it’s Nick and Judy, talking playfully at a buffet table out in the streets of Zootopia, “These are the fox and rabbit that ruined your plans are they not?”

Bellwether growls and grumbles, “Yes.”

Maleficent looks to the projection, “These two have very strong hearts. Some of the purest I’ve ever encountered.”

Bellwether scoffs, “Yeah right. You’re really trying to tell me that a fox has a pure heart? Don’t make me laugh.”

“Believe what you will little sheep. But know that his heart is strong and it appears to be at its strongest when near this rabbit girl. He seems to care a great deal for her.” Bellwether raises a suspicious brow at that last statement. She turns her attention toward the orb, closely observing Nick as he playfully takes Judy’s carrot pen and she attempts to reach for it. Judy giggles as Nick smiles -- playfully yet warmly at his bunny partner. Bellwether’s eyes widen, going back and forth between the two as realization hits her.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! You're not trying to tell me that, that fox actually has feelings for Judy?!”

“Perhaps, perhaps not. Though it certainly does appear to be the case, does it not?” responds Maleficent, “They are very close to one another’s hearts so it wouldn’t be the strangest thing to surmise from his behavior.”

“Not the strangest thing?!” Bellwether bleats in disgust, “That’s the most disgusting thing I could ever imagine! A predator in love with a prey?! Yuck! You know, I knew that fox was no good the moment I saw him! Though, what am I saying? Of course he’s no good, he’s a fox! If Judy were smart she’d break his heart fast before he no doubt one day tries to eat her--” Bellwether suddenly stops, only to chuckle at the thought, “But then again, him ripping her guts out might actually be pretty entertaining to watch.”

“Yes. Though by the look of things, it is possible that she may feel the same way towards him.” The image focuses on Judy. She holds her pen back in her paw, while simultaneously tugging playfully at Nick’s tie. He appears to give her a heartfelt apology, complete with puppy dog eyes and a trembling lip. The goofy sight causes Judy to roll her eyes and giggle.

“Oh, how happy I am to know it’s mutual,” a snarky Bellwether responds sarcastically. “What exactly do their feelings for each other have to do with me or these pure hearts you seek?”

“Everything,” Maleficent replies simply. She turns the image within the orb to focus on the parade floats. “There is a parade taking place to celebrate the unity they helped create by stopping you, correct?”

“Yeah, so?”

Maleficent changes the projection once again to display an image of a large white door with a large keyhole by the knob. Surrounding the door is pitch black darkness, while light glows around the edges of it, “Your world, along with the many other worlds I’ve told you about, all have one thing in common: Light and Darkness. When you governed as mayor, your world was leaning towards the darkness. For you see, influences can serve as a strong weapon in determining which side a world leans toward. Your dark heart influenced and darkened the hearts of others, including your much hated bunny and fox.” The projection shows Nick arguing with Judy during the Night Howler press conference, “However, once these two united again they defeated you...” The image transitions to them outsmarting Bellwether at the museum, “The day they overthrew you from power, your world regained a balance between light and dark. But now, with this whole ‘Zoonity Day’ parade, your world has begun leaning toward the light. Something, I can't have. For if you must know one thing about me…” Maleficent forms a green heart and a black dragon in her hand as she speaks, “...it's that I rule the darkness! I feed off of it when it overtakes the hearts of others!” Maleficent has the dragon dive into the heart and swallow it whole. The dragon perishes into her palm as she balls it into a fist.

Bellwether flinches at the visual interpretation and gulps.

Maleficent continues with her explanation, “That is were these two come in.” Maleficent changes the projection on her staff back to Nick and Judy, “As I said, influences can be a strong weapon in determining a world’s fate. If it hadn't been for these two, your world may have already been consumed by the darkness. The light that has now begun overwhelming your world is all thanks to them. They are Zootopia’s heroes and because of that, many mammals admire them. They believe in them. They follow their example of unity between prey and predator.”

Bellwether scoffs, crossing her arms, “Puh. They’re not that great. I would have brought them all a better world.”

“True. Which is precisely where you come in.”

Bellwether uncrosses her arms and gives Maleficent her full attention.

“Join me Bellwether,” an aura of green flames engulfs Maleficent, “Join me and I shall grant you power over the darkness! So that you may use its power to once again fill the hearts of this world’s inhabitants with fear and hatred!” Bellwether watches Maleficent in awe as the fire around the sorceress moves from her to the small sheep. Bellwether keeps a cautious eye on the fire as it swirls around her, engulfing her and giving her a taste of the power that comes with the darkness. “In exchange for this power...you will bring me all of their hearts. Every single last one. From the tiniest mouse to the largest elephant. But most importantly…” Maleficent forges an image in the fire. An image of Nick and Judy and their hearts floating away from each of their bodies. “You will bring me the hearts of these two! They are the key to accomplishing my mission! And once you’ve brought me theirs and everyone else’s hearts…” Maleficent projects a new image in the flames -- in it, Bellwether sits upon a throne, meanwhile an army of heartless mammals of all shapes and sizes bow before her. “I will give you whatever is left of this world for you and you alone to rule as you wish!”

Bellwether’s eyes widen, unable to remove her eyes from that last image. She then looks down at the fire engulfing her hooves, really taking in the feel of the darkness’ power.

“So,” Maleficent extinguishes the fire surrounding them, “What say you Bellwether?”

A dark smirk creeps over the corner of Bellwether’s lips, “I’ll do it.”

“Excellent,” Maleficent smiles as she creates a corridor of darkness, “Let us be off then, shall we?”

Bellwether eyes the portal, amazed -- her jaw slightly ajar.

Maleficent notices the sheep’s expression, “Oh, yes. I almost forgot. To answer your previous question, this is how I entered your cell. Don’t let it surprise you too much. Very soon, you’ll be able to create your own corridors of darkness as well.”

Bellwether smirks eagerly, “I look forward to that, Maleficent.”

Maleficent nods, “Now come my dear Bellwether. We have much planning to do.” Bellwether follows Maleficent into the corridor and the dark portal closes behind them. Maleficent’s plan...has been set into motion.

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A/N:

Well it seems Maleficent has a new ally. Let’s just hope Zootopia isn’t weak enough to fall to the darkness when we get back to this story.

As I mentioned in the previous chapter, I’m sorry to say that this will be the last chapter for now. I hope to come back to this fic soon, but it might be a couple months or so until I return to it. Hopefully Kingdom Hearts 3 will be amazing enough to hold us up until this fic returns from hiatus. Thanks for reading and take care! :D

#zootopia #wildehopps #kingdom hearts #crossover #fanfic

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orionwhispers · 6 years

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Devil Like Me (Part IV)

(A/N So sorry for the wait guys, but this is the longest chapter I’ve done so far so I hope you enjoy. Any feedback is appreciated!)

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You didn't see him again for weeks, despite the niggling feeling telling you it was a bad idea; you began peering out of your window every night trying to catch a glimpse of the man in the shadows. That didn't mean you didn't feel his presence though, walking around town you could feel eyes on the back of your neck and driving late at night you swore you saw shadows in the dark, but every time you looked you were completely alone. You knew it was wrong, he was a monster, a demon. But part of you, deep down, wanted to see him again.

By now, the leaves that once clung to the trees in burning reds and yellows had faded and come tumbling to the ground in the winter wind. It was approaching the annual "Christmas Ball" an event held every year at the city hall intended to bring everyone together to turn on the lights strewn all over town. Cynthia, the Mayor's wife, was adamant in making the night extravagant, ensuring everyone was dressed to the nines and forcing the high school students to undergo ballroom lessons. It was a stupid tradition, but fun nonetheless, and a chance for the students to dress up and act like adults.

"What do you mean you're not going?" Aunt Jean screeched as you poured two cups of coffee. You hastily rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, it was far too early for this.

"I'm not really in the mood, besides I would rather spend time with you."

"It's that crap the doctor said isn't it?" Aunt Jean asked pulling an unimpressed face "Don't listen to him, I'm fine, I can take care of myself! You go have fun. I'm in the best condition of my life."

You rolled your eyes watching her shaking hands attempt to bring the cup to her mouth, the caramel coloured liquid spilling over the sides.

"You've been through a lot sweetheart," She began, slowly reaching over and intertwining her trembling fingers with yours, "You deserve a night off. Besides, what about that gorgeous dress you bought? You'll be the prettiest girl there."

You smiled and gave her a small kiss on the cheek, "Thanks, Auntie, I'll think about it." You sighed swinging your rucksack over your shoulder "I'm gonna be late for school, don't forget your meds!"

She grumbled and waved you off as you shut the door, converse pattering against the icy pavement, smiling to yourself, thankful you were finally distracted. Maybe a night out could be fun?

"Hold still!" Jasmine demanded as she grabbed the side of your head, jerking it to the side whilst wrapping a coil of hair around the silver curlers.

"I'm trying!" You protested, "But you're being so violent!"

"Pain is beauty," The redhead murmured, face etched in concentration as if she was painting a masterpiece rather than trying to tame your messy locks. "I'm almost done anyway, don't get your panties in a twist."

You chuckled, taking the moment to glance around your best friends bedroom. Memories of countless sleepovers curled in her pink bed, both of you staying up till sunrise, gorging on pizza and gossiping. It was like a museum of you both, photographs of you in middle school, hair in pigtails and mouth stuffed with braces. Posters of boy bands and TV shows you had both outgrown taped on the wall that held too much sentimental value to toss. She had persuaded you to come over that night, promising an evening of pampering and fun before the dance. And whilst you were reluctant at first, you were so grateful for your best friend and her attempts to make you feel better.

'And I'm done! I don't mean to brag but wow, I truly am an artist."

You scoffed, but hugged her anyway as she pushed you away squealing "Careful don't mess it up!" You glanced in the mirror, running your hands through the tousled waves and smiling at the reflection, it was nice to not have your hair strewn in a lifeless ponytail as it had been recently.

"Thanks, Jas." you grinned as she started working on her own updo, tangling her already gorgeous curls into an elegant bun.

"Dress is hanging up in the closet." she gurgled, mouth full of bobby pins. You giggled as you walked over, opening the pine doors and pulling out the dress you had spent way too much money on. It was long and champagne coloured, covered in gold sequins on the bodice before spiralling out into a full skirt.

You had originally spotted it in a vintage shop in the next town over when you were visiting. But the price tag was hefty and whilst the dress was beautiful your stomach twitched with embarrassment about wearing something so extravagant. But once Jasmine had spotted you pining for it she didn't stop pestering you until you finally gave in, trying it on and falling in love. All those weekends you had spent babysitting the kids on your street rather than going out seemed worth it as you fondled the material in your fingers.

You slipped it on your underwear-clad frame and smoothed it down, before turning to your friend and striking a faux model pose. She gasped exaggeratedly clutching her heart in mock awe, "You look amazing," she squealed. 'So do you!" you enthused, heart swelling with love and pride for your beautiful best friend, gesturing to her ruched deep black cocktail dress. Although you were sure your elderly and rather conservative french teacher Mr Powell would have a heart attack once he saw the length of her skirt.

"Let's take a photo." She mused grabbing her phone from her bedside table and pulling you into her side, both of you smiling animatedly at the camera. You rested your head on hers and shot a toothy grin as the camera flashed, happiness warming your stomach and radiating through your skin. Nothing could ruin this night.

You raised the champagne flute to your red lips, smiling as you tasted the sparkling white grape juice that hit your tongue; a touch from the adults not wanting to allow the teens alcohol. Your back was pressed against the wall, observing your peers and fellow neighbours enjoying themselves. Cynthia had outdone herself this year, the hall was decorated beautifully, a traditional festive red and green theme all centred around an impressively large Christmas tree. You spotted Jasmine out of the corner of your eye, waving to you gleefully as an older boy wrapped his arm around her petite waist and spun her around the dance floor.

"Didn't think you'd come." You whirled around recognising the voice of a boy from your year, slightly older than you with a knack for getting in trouble.

"Oh, hi James," You said with a smile, distractedly clicking your nails, "Couldn't miss out, could I? The biggest night in town history" You mimicked Cynthia's sophisticated voice.

He scoffed and turned away, "Aren't you embarrassed?"

You gave him a questioning look, eyebrows furrowed as he rolled his eyes and he spoke slowly as if talking to a child.

"At the party? When you made that whole scene?"

"Scene?" You asked turning to face him, scouring his features for any traces of humour "I hardly think what happened was a scene."

"Really?" He took a confident swig of his drink, which you could tell had been spiked with some kind of alcohol. "You ruined the whole night, everyone was pissed."

You stood up straight, feeling your face growing hot with anger, "I found her, she was dead. You can't imagine the pain she must have gone through, would you have rather I left her?"

"I didn't say that," he began lowering his voice as a few faces had turned to you both now. "But c'mon, you acted like she had been mauled by a bear, she had a bad trip and died. Thanks to you the police came and raided everyone and now the guys and I are doing community service because they found some MDMA."

You glared at him, fuming at his utter lack of respect for the girl he once knew. She should be here enjoying the festivities but instead, she was laying in a coffin. Could he really be that selfish?

"You're vile." You spat staring at his relaxed frame leaning against the wall "Absolutely pathetic. I'm sorry that you and your ignorant friends got in trouble but I couldn't give less of a shit. Sarah died that night, in pain, and you wanted me to just leave her by herself? You disgust me."

His hands clutched your bare shoulders and he thrust you into the wall, slimy mouth inches from your face and you recoiled in horror. "Think carefully about what you say to me." He hissed, lips against your ear. Your eyes darted around the room wondering if anyone could see what was happening, but the party was still in full swing.

"Get off me." You snarled managing to shove him away, taking a second to regain your composure before you stumbled away from him heading towards the double doors leading to the garden. Your heart was in your chest as you leant on a large fountain, the distant thump of the party echoing in your ears as you turned back watching the lights flicker. You ran a hand through your hair, blinking back tears and you sank to the floor, breathing shaky and rapid.

A sound in the distance made your head snap up, you couldn't see anything but you knew it must have been him. You shakily got to your feet, trying to be silent as you smoothed out your dress with your hands and edged closer towards the back of the garden, where the trees had covered the patches of light leaving it in utter darkness.

You saw something. A shadow or silhouette or whatever it was, you were determined to not let him get away, not this time.

Heels crunching on the frost covered ground you marched forward, the cold was prickling your skin and leaving goosebumps down your arms but you didn't care. You needed to see him again, in the flesh. Your head was thumping in perfect rhythm with your steps, the bottom of your dress trailing across the muddy grass. You came closer, heart pumping in your ears as you saw the outline of his figure against the trees, adrenaline coursing through you making you appear more confident than you really were.

"Hey! Hey you!" Before you could stop them the words came tumbling out of your mouth, crashing into the dark silence. You so badly wanted to turn around but you stood your ground, waiting in dread as he stepped out of the shadows. The moon reflected off his face and you could see all of his features, there was no denying that he was beautiful, unlike anyone you had ever seen before, making your breath hitch in your throat despite you trying desperately to gulp it down. He gave you a smirk as he stepped forward, blue-green eyes trained on you cautiously watching your next move.

"I'm not scared of you, you know." You spit, gritting your teeth to stop your trembling voice from betraying you.

"I don't doubt that love." His thick voice laced with a British accent catches you off guard. He steps forward, blonde curls glowing gold in the moonlight, flushed lips almost grazing your face.

"Sorry about your friend."

You want to smack him, but fear is keeping you rooted to the spot. "You need to stay away from here." You plead not caring how weak you sound "I won't tell anyone what I saw, I promise." He glances at you, eyes flickering across your face as he reached towards you, grasping a loose curl between his fingers.

"I would leave, but I'm rather intrigued by this town, or rather, the people living in it." He murmurs eyes meeting yours, "You act like a mouse but I know you're not, I saw you waiting for me every night yet you pretend like you don't want to see me."

"You're a monster."

"Ah, like you wouldn't believe Darling."

You steady yourself, clenching your teeth together trying not to tremble at the contact of his hands against your skin.

"What are you?"

He ignores your question trailing a finger down the side of your jaw, "The world is full of darkness, I'd hate to see it corrupt someone so light. But something tells me you wouldn't mind having your mind tainted...hm?"

A sudden sting of strength comes over you as you smack his hands away, glaring him down despite the height difference between you both.

"You don't know anything about me."

He shrugs, not fazed by anything you do like he's always one step ahead. "With time." You watch as he confidently strides across the night, beginning to get enveloped by the black. Before he turns, staring you down. "You should be more careful Love," He states gesturing to the darkness you are both surrounded by, "You never know what lurks around in the night."

Now

The tension in the air was so thick you could have cut it with a knife. You saw his jaw tighten and twitch, immediately drawing his eyes away from yours like he couldn't bear to look at you.

"Take her back upstairs."

"Niklaus-" You heard Elijah begin, stepping forward to consult his brother, but Klaus just waved him away.

"Enough. I have things to take care of," He glares at the man you recognise from this morning, the one who gave you the cereal. "Do try and make sure she stays locked up this time Sebastian."

Sebastian glances at you, offering a gentle smile as he attempts to take hold of your wrist but you shrug it off lurching towards Klaus.

"So that's it huh? You're just gonna keep me locked up. Is that my punishment?"

He continues walking, not once looking back, unfazed by your words and actions and you can't help the sting in your chest. Sebastian takes his time now, holding your wrist tenderly and guiding you out of the room despite your protests.

As soon as you are in the room, you flop on the bed. Biting your lip until its raw, not allowing the tears to flow. You won't let him win, not like this. And if he won't talk, you'll just have to make him listen.

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