WildeHopps and 22. Things you said after it was over. Or Beauty and the Beast:p
‘Tricking the Trickster’
Finnick had been enjoying a screaming radio and an old copy of playbunny when there was a familiar knock on the van’s back door. Nick’s knock.
Finnick pushed the door open, expecting to see Nick with a smug smirk (“Lost the cop in the Rainforest”), or a relieved slump of (“We found Otterton and she let me go”), or even an annoyed curl of his lips (“You have no idea how many times I nearly but that rabbit.”).
Finnick did not expect to see Nick’s eyes looking so broken.
“Hey,” the red fox said it like an afterthought, crawling into the back of the van.
Finnick watched him warily, “Hey… How’d that case go?”
Nick had claimed the passenger seat, fishing out a pair of shades from the glove box and donning them, muzzle facing the window and empty alley where Finnick had parked. “We found Otterton. And all the missing mammals.” Nick said it like it was the most heartbreaking news in the world.
Finnick, not sure how to react to his friend’s strange mood, tried to lighten the sudden gloomy air. “So I guess you did have some fun workin with the fuzz?”
Nick didn’t reply, he was as still as a statue except for the faint twitch of his ear. Finnick’s thick brow furrowed, “What’s your deal, Nick?”
There was silence, and it felt so ominous to the fennec, like a storm was about to break…
Then Nick spoke: “I thought she liked me.”
“Who? The bunny? She’s a BUNNY, and a cop-”
“I know that!” Nick’s voice was a growl but he still didn’t move. “But still…I could’ve sworn…” Nick suddenly took in a deep intake of breath as if he just realized something horrible.
Finnick stood a cautious step forward, “What’s up?”
“She’s just like them…”
Finnick didn’t have to ask who ‘them’ was. He knew all too well having met Nick when he was just a kit. He watched the taller fox’s teeth grind together and his voice wobbled with fury and grief: “They all got such a good laugh…tricking the trickster…making him think they were all the best of friends before…”
Nick suddenly let out a curse and jumped to his feet, nearly knocking Finnick down as he pushed past and climbed back out of the van. Finnick stood and watched, silent, as Nick furiously fished through his pocket before pulling out something orange: the recording pen of that rabbit’s.
Nick lifted the pen into the air and looked like he planned to throw it away, out onto the road where it would be crushed into a million pieces by some random tire. Nick braced his arm…then lowered it. He lifted it again, his fur bristled and teeth bared and entire body showing a battle of torn feelings.
Finally Nick gave up, dropping to his knees and holding the pen against his chest. There was another moment of silence before Nick whispered something, and if Finnick didn’t have big ears he wouldn’t missed it.
“I let her see she got to me.”