(A/N) Why is it called 'The Chocolate Factory'? Because my brother is a lunatic, that's why. It has nothing to do with actual chocolate, sorry.

This story was written for my brother, because he's obsessed with NickxJudy, so feel free to thank him for this story's existence. Thanks, bro!

This fic is rated M for some vaguely sexual stuff later on, but even then it's more violence than anything else. Obviously I couldn't put anything sex stuff in here because it is written for my bro, and he's an ace boi so he'd be very uncomfortable.

Also, if you have any good NickxJudy fanfic recommendations, he's always looking for more to read, so they'd be much appreciated.

P.S. i got paid for writing this

Happy Reading!

The Reality of Dreams

The Chocolate Factory

A pair of grey furry ears drooped over Clawhauser's desk, causing him to look up from his computer screen, on which he had been searching for fast food places open past ten.

"Judy?" he peeked over the edge of his desk, fairly certain it was in fact she that had collapsed onto his desk.

"Evening, Clawhauser," the bunny greeted, her voice slightly muffled.

"Are you…okay?" he asked, frowning in concern for his smallish-type friend.

"Just tired," Judy assured him, punctuating this statement with a yawn.

"Been working yourself too hard?" Clawhauser smiled sympathetically. Judy had a tendency to work until Chief Bogo kicked her out and yelled at her to go home.

"Something like that," Judy agreed vaguely, waving to him and she padded towards the exit.

"Should I tell Nick you'll be coming in late tomorrow?" Clawhauser called after her. "You know, if you wanted to catch some extra shut-eye."

Clawhauser didn't notice how Judy froze up a bit when he mentioned Nick, nor did he think she'd agree to his offer.

"Yeah, thanks," she said a few seconds later, turning back a shooting the chubby cheetah a tired smile. "More shut-eye sounds real nice right about now. I'll be in no later than ten thirty."

Clawhauser sighed and laughed a bit to himself as the bunny walked out of the station. She usually came in a four in the morning, before he'd even gotten there, and by the time he was there she was already on her sixth cup of coffee.

That bunny was going to kill herself with all that caffeine.

Chuckling, Clawhauser turned back to his computer where he began typing out a message to Officer Wilde about his sleepy partner.

"Goodness," he muttered to himself as he wrote. "When will those two go out? They're perfect for each other!"

In truth, Judy hadn't been entirely honest with Clawhauser. Was she tired from work? Sure, but she loved work and wouldn't want to stop her crazy schedule for the world. She loved her assignments, she loved her co-workers, she loved all the coffee she drank (and probably should stop drinking, it wasn't good for her teeth), but most of all, she loved her partner.

Possibly too much.

Before a few weeks ago, Judy's teeny-weeny little crush on Nick was manageable. Was it irritating to watch him flirt with other ladies? Of course it was. Did she get nervous around him? Of course she did. But if there was one thing Judy was good at, it was being professional.

Well, okay, she did tend to wear her heart on her sleeve, but for the most part, she was a star student. Star officer, that is.

This week, however, had made her life miserable.

For starters, Nick had announced that he had finally landed a date with a vixen who worked at a flower shop a couple blocks from the station. Delightful.

Second, her horrible sleep schedule had begun to catch up with her, and she was sleeping later and later everyday, and had to compensate by drinking butt-loads of coffee while at work, and that was definitely not good for her health.

Not to mention her father and mother had come to visit, and had not been overly thrilled with the fact that her partner was a fox, although Bonnie had been a little more coherent than Stu, who'd simply spluttered for fifteen minutes before leaving the apartment to 'get some fresh air'.

But fresh air, Judy was fairly certain he meant alcohol, but she couldn't be certain.

Bonnie had left saying that she'd be in touch about the fox thing, and that Judy really needed to be safer out here in the big scary world.

Judy had to repress her eye-rolls.

And then, after her parents had finally left, Judy had showered, listened to Gazelle's EP that had just come out, and researched auto-theft in the past decade to see if she could crack her current case: a bunch of car thefts in Tundra Town with seemingly no connection except for the fact that they'd all been stolen on the same night, six minutes and eighteen point four five nine seconds apart from each other.

They hadn't been able to locate any of the missing vehicles aside from one, a van found in a ditch by a frozen river, and the entire ZPD was confused by the coincidental thefts.

After finishing up her research and Gazelle's EP for the twenty-third time, Judy had put on her sleepwear and settled down in her uncomfortable bed to sleep.

When she'd shown Nick her apartment he'd been horrified by it. The tiny bathroom, the tiny bed, the tiny microwave; he'd stared in horror at the place for several seconds before saying: "Carrots, for someone so put together, your apartment sure is falling apart."

Judy had had trouble falling asleep that night, tossing and turning all night even though her usually rowdy neighbors were quite quiet.

And then, when she did finally fall asleep, she'd had the strangest and most disturbing dream she'd ever had.

She'd been in a dark room, probably hunting some bad guy, when she'd heard a growl and jumped, pulling out her gun.

A voice spoke then, startling her so much she'd nearly dropped her gun.

"Look at this little, helpless bunny. She thinks she can fight off a big, bad predator with her tiny little paws."

It had been Nick's voice that had spoken to her, sounding somewhere between teasing and threatening.

He'd taunted her several more times, before she'd been knocked to the ground by his much larger body, his snarls now much closer to her big ears. What had disturbed her the most was how afraid, yet unafraid she was.

It wasn't that she wasn't afraid, because sweet cheese and crackers was she, it was the fact that she liked being afraid that unnerved her.

She remembered his claws scraping over her arms, and knowing that he was going to bite her neck, but then she'd woken up before it'd happened.

She'd sat there in her bed, panting, before shooting to the shower to pout bucket of cold water down on herself.

No. Nick biting and clawing her and acting all predatory was not sexy. She refused to even entertain the thought.

And, then she'd had the same dream again the next night, and the next night, and the next night, and they all ended just before he bit her. Blueberries and cheese fries, couldn't anything in her life go right?

Judy sighed as she entered her apartment, tossing her phone and earbuds over onto her little end table before retreating to the bathroom to shower.

As the semi-warm water doused her short fur, Judy contemplated her dreams. Had they just been feverish and the product of sleep-deprivation? Crackers, she hoped so. And she also hoped they didn't stop, because she felt like a million bucks when she was terrified Nick was going to bite her in half.

Oh dear, this needed to stop.

Stepping out of the shower, Judy grabbed a tower and wrapped it around herself, careful to wring her ears out before she flopped water all over the place. Trotting over to her tiny sink, Judy picked up her toothbrush and began scrubbing her teeth.

Speaking of teeth, she wondered if Nick's teeth were are sharp as they-

NO.

Judy slammed her toothbrush down so hard it snapped in two, sending the half with the brush head flying across the room to land in the toilet with a plop!

"Ugh, great," Judy moaned, debating about whether or not she wanted to deal with this now. Figuring she might as well get it over with, she plodded over to the toilet and carefully fished the toothbrush head out with a now-soggy unrolled cardboard tube from a toilet paper roll.

As she threw both pieces of toothbrush into the trash, making a mental note to pick a new one up from the store the next morning, her ears jumped up at the sound of her phone ringing.

She dashed into the other room, some part of her hoping it was Nick.

It wasn't. It was her parents.

Judy groaned, grimacing. Should she accept the call? They'd just berate her about Nick and talk about getting her transferred to the Bunnyburrow police force, or about how she should sign up for this stupid app for single bunnies because according to Bonnie, 'all bunnies who are single and over the age of eighteen are clearly doing something wrong in their lives'.

Thanks, Mom.

On the other paw, it would postpone going to sleep, and of course once again reliving that dream, which she hadn't quite decided was good or bad.

"Just answer it!" one of her neighbors shouted through the wall.

"Hey, leave her alone!" the other replied. "She's just uncomfortable with her weird dreams!"

"Oh shut up!"

"You shut up!"

"You shut up!"

"Both of you shut up!" Judy yelled back at them, which surprisingly worked.

Sighing heavily, Judy pressed the answer button and prepared the fake smile she'd have to hold for the next hour and a half.

"Judy?" Bonnie was holding the phone, with Stu looking over her shoulder.

"Hi Mom, hi Dad," Judy grinned wider, trying to disguise her sleepiness. "How's the burrow?"

"Oh, it's- Monica, stop pulling Jacky's ears!" Bonnie yelled to someone Judy couldn't see before turning back to the camera. "It's as hectic as it usually is. How about you? How's work? Did they get you a new partner yet?"

Judy buried her sigh and simply settled for rolling her eyes.

"Mom, I'm not getting a new partner," she chuckled, trying to diffuse any building tension.

"Could they not get anyone to transfer?" Bonnie scowled. "Well, I'll just have to-"

"No, Mom," Judy interrupted, massaging her temple with one paw. "I don't want another partner. Nick's great, and I'd appreciate it if you'd stop being so rude to him."

"I wasn't being rude!" Bonnie exclaimed, sounding appalled. "I never meant to come across that- oh, Judy, I just want you to be safe! I know you want to make your own decisions out there in the big world, but-"

"Your mother has a point," Stu added from behind her. "Foxes are dangerous, Jude."

"Wha- you trust Gideon," Judy reminded them, scoffing. "What's so different about Nick?"

"Judy," Bonnie frowned, glancing back at her husband. "Judy, we trust Gideon because we know Gideon. We don't however know this Nick fellow, and-"

"And we haven't heard the nicest things about him, Judes," Stu finished, blinking at Judy through the phone screen. "Most of the mammals we've asked about him say he's a really sketchy con artist. I think you'd best steer clear of-"

"I know he used to do some bad stuff," Judy pulled at her ears. "But Nick's-"

"You knew?!" Bonnie shrieked, nearly splitting Judy's eardrums. "Judy, you knew how untrustworthy he was, and you still accepted him as your partner? That's incredibly irresponsible, young doe, now-"

"Yes, Mom," Judy said loudly. "I did know that Nick used to be a good-for-nothing lowlife who had nothing better to do than sell illegal popsicles to lemmings. But Nick has changed, okay? He's a really good guy, and I'm not changed my opinion. I'm sorry if you disagree, but I'm going with my gut here. Goodnight, Mom and Dad."

Not waiting for an answer, Judy hung up, dropping her phone back onto the desk.

Why couldn't her parents just get it? What as it about foxes that they couldn't reconcile? Judy, rubbed her temples, standing up and moving to her bed, onto which she flopped down and closed her eyes. Did she want to try and sleep? Did she? She'd just end up with another one of those crazy dreams.

Unfortunately for her, she didn't get much of a choice, as her caffeine crash came just seconds later, causing her to pass out almost immediately.

Judy groaned, sitting up in her bed. It was still mildly dark outside, with barely any light, not even moonlight, filtering in through the large window by her bed.

She shook her head, lying back down to try and fall back asleep when she remembered that her apartment didn't have a big window.

Her head swung to the window in question, now looking oddly sinister, though nothing had changed.

"Feeling a bit off balance, Carrots?"

Judy whirled, looking around the room frantically, but it was too dark to see anything.

"Nick?" she called, feeling her heart start to pound.

"Yes, prey girl?" Nick's voice called back, the dark tones in his voice causing her to scoot back on the bed a bit. "Are you scared?"

Judy flinched back as she felt the bed shudder with his weight, and she could hear him stalking closer.

"Are you afraid that I'll catch you when you run?" a low growl echoed in the room. "That I'll hunt you down and capture you, your tiny, helpless body caught between my sharp teeth, just moments away from-"

Judy sensed his jumped before he jumped, springing out of the way of his grasping claws seconds before he pounced on her. She landed on the ground in what she figured was a rather undignified heap, her breath having been knocked out of her.

"Nice try, prey thing," Nick mocked, laughing a bit as he jumped down to the floor on all fours, as Judy could see the faint moonlight glinting off his fur.

Cheeses, sticks and fiddlewhips, he wasn't wearing clothes.

"Come here, little prey girl," he cooed, stalking closer. "It'll be easier if you don't resist. I can just bite your neck and it'll all be over, leaving your body for me to devour."

He took a long, overly dramatic sniff of the air.

"Mmm, yes," he chuckled, swishing his thick tail behind him. "You smell so delicious, bunny. I can just imagine how your flesh will tear sweetly from your bones, ripping in my strong jaws."

Judy squeaked in alarm and jumped away, not even realizing she was now hopping on all fours and that the room had faded away, leaving only an endless expanse of blackness.

She could hear the sounds of Nick running behind her, and she knew that unless she found a hiding place soon she was done for.

"I'm going to catch you, bunny," he laughed, though it was a mix between a laugh and a growl. "And when I do, I'm going to rake my claws over your stomach, making you bleed. I can already taste it now, such sweet and savory flavors mixing together. You should be flattered, prey, I'm obsessed with devouring you."

Judy wasn't sure if she was flattered or not, which vaguely bothered her. She should be running for her freaking life, not slowing down a bit on purpose so he could catch her!

…Wait. Slowing down on purpose!?

Judy realized she'd slowed down seconds before she felt sharp claws dig into her back.

She shrieked, falling to the ground with Nick's heavy weight on top of her, but the sensation was not all that unpleasant. In fact, it almost…aroused her?

Okay, nope nope nope nope nope, it was time for Judy to leave the building.

However, considering she had a fox who weighed twice what she did sitting on top of her, she figured that wasn't going to happen anytime soon.

"Well, well, well, prey," Nick gave one of her ears a sharp nip. "Looks like the big strong predator caught you, didn't he? And now I'm going to bite your neck and rip you apart, tearing your delicious flesh off and devouring it, savoring every taste."

Judy whimpered, although at this point she was unsure if it was because she was afraid or because she liked it.

Claws dug into her back, sharp teeth dragged over her neck before he pulled back and snarled.

"I win, little prey girl."

"Sweet deep-fried butter dipped in cheese and breadcrumbs."

(A/N) There really aren't words for how I feel about this one. It's okay, but I'm not really into the whole predator/prey thing except in some cases.

I mostly did this for the coffee my brother is buying me for writing this.

I may write more installments to this, but probably only if I get paid to.

Thanks for reading and have a great day! :3