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Somewhere in a less than favorable area of Zootopia was a family of two: Vivian Wilde and her son, Nico Wilde. They lived in a modest apartment, all afforded by the crafty work Nico did as a con-artist. No scheme was too shameful if it meant providing a decent place for his mother, and the thought of her living alone tore him up.
Between his odd jobs, he'd spend his free time rotting away on the couch, flipping through the same vapid shows from the throng of streaming services that plagued modern society. Before he could begin watching the next series, his mother called for him in the room over. Pushing himself off the couch, he made his way to the table she had been leaning over.
Vivian had her reading glasses on, her brows furrowed in concentration. Not an atypical look, and Nico already had jokes lined up for her. He assumed she needed help with a bill, or maybe a brochure that advertised something that interested her.
" I'm tellin' ya Mom, you get any bill from the electricity company, just ignore it. We can pay over the phone, forget wasting money on stamps. "
His Mom was silent in response, which was uncharacteristic of her. She only peered over the rim of her glasses at him, her eyes falling back to the paper in her hands as she tried to muster the right words. " Nico, " she began after a steady breath, " I invited a guest over today. " Vivian focused her gaze back to her son, still unsure how to deliver the news.
Nico only stared back with a neutral expression, unsure of what to make of her demeanor. " I'll set the table- " he responded before being cut off.
" It's your brother. " Vivian interjected, a weak smile surfacing.
Nico was stunned. Stunned into silence. Before he could ask a question, before he could so much as breathe, there was a knock at the door.
