Savanna Central sleeps uneasily. News reports speak of “electrical surges” and “metallic shrieking” in the warehouse district. No one has seen anything clearly — only flashes. Red eyes. A clawed hand scraping steel. Deep, inhuman breathing in the fog.

At night, predators grow tense. Prey stay indoors. Abandoned alleys now echo with low, mechanical growls.

Some say it’s a machine. Others say it’s something far older. Something that doesn’t belong here.

Because whatever it is… It doesn’t walk. It hunts.

Nightmare Bonnie is in Zootopia.