LKM:I got bored so I wrote this. It will be a one shot unless it gets support. Still working on two other stories I have writer's block on, so yeah. Also been watching a lot of Kamen Rider Ex-Aid.

Prologue: People believe that changing one's fate will not have many repercussions. That is not true. Everyone's fates are like lily pads in a pond. Move one, and a ripple moves all the others.

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Judy Hopps has been stuck doing parking duty for a week now and it was only worsening as the month wore on. She was constantly yelled out, insulted, and demeaned almost daily. She hasn't had a real case since she began working, despite her valedictorian status. The orange vest she wore seemed more like a straight jacket, confining her potential and sealing it away. She drove a golf cart around the city and was expected to feel proud of it.

She sighed as she slapped another ticket on the windshield of a car she passed. She didn't want to stick around for the owner to return and cuss her out.

She steadily made her way up the street until she saw a red fox sitting quietly on a bench. He was dressed in a white dress shirt with a dark blue tie and brown slacks. What Judy was most interested in was the paper bag next to him. It was unmarked and stapled closed. Judy watched silently from the sidelines as she judged the shifty animal. An otter walked up to him and struck a conversation with him. The fox pulled out a card and looked from the otter to the card. The fox then gave the otter a warm smile and traded the bag for a wad of bills. This only heightened Judy's suspicions and she waited several minutes until the fox jumped off the bench and walk away with his hands in his pockets. Judy rushed forward and cut him off from his path. The fox jumped back in surprise and pulled his hands out of his pockets as he stared at the rabbit in confusion.

"Um, what's with the get-up?" The fox asked with a raised brow. He didn't think she was a real police officer. She felt one of her buttons being pressed and she almost snapped. She took a deep breath and calmed herself down.

"It's not a get-up," Judy answered with venom in her deceptively sweet voice. "It's a uniform."

"Oh," the fox had a spark realization in his green eyes and a smug grin appeared on his face. "You must be that token bunny that Mayor Lionheart put on the force!" Judy felt her ire rising slowly the more he talked. "I was worried you were a real cop."

"I'm not a token bunny!" She growled.

"Then, why are you on parking duty when you should be on the field?" The fox asked innocently. Judy stopped her retort and shut her mouth. "I mean, I've seen you everyday for a week acting meter maid. It used to be a nice old armadillo that was against predator and prey segregation. Good guy. Now there is a rabbit who looks like she has something better to do." Judy looked him in the eye and pointed at him accusingly.

"Well, I'm not the one selling unknown substances to otters!" She spat. "And even though I am a meter maid, I can still arrest you for suspicious behavior." The grin on the fox' face slowly melted and his eyes hardened to a defensive look.

"Would you arrest me if I was a rabbit?" He asked slowly. Judy dropped her hand and bent her head in shame. She wouldn't have given it a second thought. "I take that as a no." The fox looked down at his hand and clenched it tightly.

"And if you think you will get anywhere in this city, forget it. You can't change the world," his voice took a more hurt and solemn tone as he looked back up. "You can only prove the world wrong. And that badge of yours will only hold you back from doing that." He brushed past her and stopped so that the back of his hand almost touched her shoulder.

"And so that everything is clear, that was a tie and sweater vest that I gave to Mr. Otterton, not some drug." He said with a clipped tone. "Just so you don't waste your time or my own." He walked away with his hands jammed back into his pockets. Judy looked blankly at her badge and replayed what the fox said multiple times in her head. She only took one thing from his words. She can prove everyone wrong.

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Nick entered the brightly lit store of Wilde Style with a definite slump. His brother, Samuel, was behind the front desk, sewing a suit together. The place was occupied by several predators customers. Only predators. Nick shuffled to the front desk, opened the small door and passed his brother without a word. It took several seconds for Samuel to notice his brother's presence and his blue eyes centered right on his brother. Nick just shrugged and continued going further into the store until he reached the stairs leading to their living quarters. He trudged up the steps and went into one of the three rooms. Nick's room was very tidy, everything organized like it should be.

He began looking through a stack of newspapers on his desk until he found the one from the week prior.

'WELCOME TO THE FORCE, JUDY HOPPS!' The headline was above a picture of a rabbit in a police uniform, the exact same one he met earlier. Last week he was impressed with the bunny. Now he just felt disappointment. He opened his junk drawer and tossed the newspaper inside, right next to the stack of denial letters from the ZPD.

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"Clawhauser, do you know any clothes shop that has fox employees?" Judy asked.

"I know one that is owned by foxes," The chubby cheetah chuckled. "Wilde Style. Very well known to low and middle class predators."

"Why would that be?" Judy asked as she absently went through Furbook.

"Most high-end clothing stores decline service to predators without status," Clawhauser explained. "But Wilde Style is affordable to all and denied to no one. My sister and her husband had their clothes made their for their wedding." Judy would ask more about Clawhauser's sister and her wedding later. If someone he knew was serviced by them, the maybe he knew the fox she met earlier, if he worked for them.

"So you're acquainted with them?" Judy asked. The cheetah nodded and a donut fell from his neck and he scooped it up and popped it into his mouth. "And do they have a red fox with green eyes and a snarky attitude?"

"You mean Nick?" The cheetah said in disbelief. "He's co-owner of the store with his brother and mother."

"And you're sure that they are trustworthy?" Judy pressed.

"Of course!" The cheetah reassured. Then he became thoughtful for a second before adding," Nick may have some secrets. He used to be the smartest kid in school. Two years younger than me and he graduated valedictorian in my class. He went to community college and I didn't see him for six years, until I found him with his brother at the store." Judy was unconvinced that a family of foxes could run a successful business. She would have to visit the store herself and be the judge of the foxes. Tomorrow, because her feet were killing her and she wanted to get home before six.