Preface

This series is not exactly a story in and of itself, more of a hodgepodge of ideas and concepts that I'll come up with here and there.
Why am I posting these up? Because I can't take it anymore.
I've been working on multiple stories for a while now, but I keep on getting sidetracked with new ideas that cling to the forefront of my attention and just won't go away. It's hampering my progress and I'm getting depressed at the lack of movement in my story development.
So since these ideas are just boring a hole through my brain, I figured I'd "share the neural load", as they say in 'Pacific Rim', and have you readers indulge in what's been stewing on the back burner for quite some time. You could effectively call this a Brain Dump.
I don't know if I'll get back to these ideas, I may even forget a few of them as I move on. But if you wish to see more of a given concept, let me know. If you want to borrow a story setting, send me a message, I just may let you do so.
And with that out of the way, take a peek at what's coming From the Melting Pot.

AN: This piece was one that I submitted to 1tT4k3sTw0 for Welcome to the Urban Jungle. While they did an amazing job, I feel that it lost a bit of what it used to be. So here's the original mock-up that I wrote.

It's A Wilde Life

"Maybe you would be better off if I never existed!"
"Maybe I would!"

[…]

Nick walked along the sidewalk towards the precinct. He was dressed in his civilian clothes because, for the life of him, he could not find his uniform that morning. He clearly remembered taking it off and hanging it in his closet the night before, but it seemed to have disappeared when he was getting dressed. Luckily, he always kept a spare uniform in his locker at work, so it didn't bother him in the least to walk in the lobby in his drab attire.
What struck him as odd though, was that Clawhauser wasn't at the front desk. Instead of the cheerful cheetah, there sat an Antelope who was giving the fox a stern look as soon as he had crossed the entrance. Nick brushed it off, thinking maybe the plump cat finally got sick after eating one too many donuts.
As he neared the desk, Nick remembered that Judy often arrived at this time, in order to be early for the meeting in the bullpen; the fox hoped to reconcile with the bunny after their very heated fight they had after work.
"Hey Longhorn!" Nick called to the antelope. "Is Carrots here?"
"Does this look like a grocery store to you, Fox?"
Nick facepawed.
"I'm not looking for carrots. I'm looking for my friend, Carrots," he exasperated.
"I don't know anyone by the name of Carrots," the Antelope answered while crossing his arms.
"You must be a rookie then," Nick chuckled. "Listen. I'm Officer Nick Wilde, partner to Judy Hopps, Zootopia's first bunny officer."
The Antelope didn't budge.
"Nice try, Slick, but I'm going to have to ask you to leave."
"Fine, I'll be in the locker-room if you need me," Nick gave in as he made his way to the back of the lobby.
"I meant that you'll have to leave the building, Buster," the Antelope stated as he imposed himself in front of Nick.
"What's your problem, Slim?!"
"You're my problem," the antelope enforced. "A fox as a police officer? That's the most ridiculous thing that I've ever heard!"
"Well I assure you that I am an officer," Nick defended, starting to get annoyed with the Antelope. "You can even call the chief, if you want."
"Oh I will."
The Antelope marched over to the intercom and pressed the button.
"Chief, this is Officer Prong; I've got a disturbance in the lobby that needs your assistance."
Prong finished the call and faced Nick with a smirk, which the fox matched to the tee.
"What is it, Prong?" Bogo called from the second story balcony.
Nick answered before the Antelope got a word in.
"Chief, you've got to explain to the Greenhorn that I'm an officer just as much as he is."
The Cape buffalo stared down the fox.
"Kick him out," he ordered Prong.

"What the hell is happening!?" Nick cried out as he stood outside the precinct.
"Why, exactly what you wished for, my dear."
The fox turned to see the same gypsy he had encountered the night before.
"What are you doing here?" The fox asked. "And what the hell are you talking about?"
"Oh it's quite simple, sweetie," the old vixen cooed. "As far as the universe is concerned... You never existed…"