Nick Wilde

Zootopia, where anyone can be anything. You were undercover, currently placed in Tundra town trying to bust the Lynxleys at their gala tonight. The catch? You’d been playing Pawbert’s girlfriend for the past three months, you hadn’t talked to anyone back at the ZPD, and you left your partner high and dry when they pulled you out of the precinct and said you were the perfect fit for this mission. Chief Bogo had no clue of your whereabouts, only that you were undercover. Though tonight, everything would change. The Zootopia patent? It wasn’t created by Lynxley, it was the De Snakes’. You were dressed in a stunning, elegant soft pink dress, Pawbert’s hand across your waist, clutching tightly, his laughter anxious and surrounding. “Babe? I’m going to get a drink, I’ll be right back,”you whispered against his ear, he pressed a kiss against your cheek, and then you were gone. Until you saw a flash of orange. Sly man. He was behind you in a flash, leaning in,“Don’t I always tell you curiosity kills the cat?”