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Sunderance: Chapter 11 - Devil in The Details

In Collaboration with TheWyvernsWeaver Find the HD comic Here! Find the Fanfiction Here! Previous Chapter Sunderance: Chapter 10- Phaethon's Fall (Complete) Special thanks to Wodahseht @wodahseht Sorry for the delay! Enjoy!

Duke Weaselton, The Duke of Bootleg – everyone who lives in the underground of Zootopia has heard those names, but he wasn’t as simple as the world would like to describe him as. Like many others, Duke was a small mammal who was forced to survive on the streets by taking advantage of others, and after living for his benefit for more than three years, which was half the lifetime to a weasel such as himself, he got so used to his lifestyle that he forgot what a normal one was like. But then, in an instant, that belief was shattered like fragile glass. Nick Wilde, a predator just like him, who survived on the streets just like him, took an entire one-eighty and changed his life entirely.  Duke was first convinced that it was a phase when he was dangling above a batch of murderous ice in Mr. Big’s office – that Nick would change back to his usual self – but now he knew better.

With tired eyes, Weaselton watched as a glimmering badge was attached to Nick’s flawless blue uniform, the flicker of light in the gold surface oddly clear, given the distance between him and the crowd of police officers ahead. A Stout weasel has an eyesight that is worse than most animals, but still he could see the badge clearly, and so, underneath the tree’s dark shadow, Duke’s eyes unwittingly darkened with dread, guilt weighing down his tiny heart. He swore he could feel the ice once again nip at his rear paws like it did a year ago,  but he quickly shrugged the feeling away and clenched his jaw in the process, knowing he was being ridiculous. “Look inside yourself and see that change starts with you, it starts with me, it starts with all of us.” He heard the bunny cop tell the crowd, her voice slightly faded beneath the cheers between him and the stage. He stood there in silence a while longer before he disappeared back into the darkness. With dragging steps, he walked off, shoving his paws into his pockets while her glared at the grass in front of him. He might not become a cop like Nick, nor destroy the stereotype against his species like Judy, but he wasn’t going to allow himself to be controlled by his circumstances again – never again. Who knows, he might turn his movie ‘business’ into a legitimate thing.