Five long years, sitting in that cell with his family was enough to break him.. He’d gone through therapy, felt terrible for what he’d done, and now.? He was still stuck in a cell.. Constantly being barraged by his family about petty arguments or just being plain bullied for no apparent reason.. He’d kept to himself for most of those years.. His sentence was life for the attempted murder of three mammals and a reptile, and he’d barely fought in court for his freedom..

Truthfully? He’d thought his life was over the moment he was handcuffed.. He’d confided in those therapy animals he’d been given and.. strangely, he didn’t expect them to be so understanding. It was just their job… right?

Nobody truthfully understood why he did what he did.. right?

He’d been proven wrong.. Strangely enough, and he’d gone through the court with the help of his VERY pushy lawyers that his family had no idea were still on payroll.. And he was released on parole.. Insanely enough..

”So- I’m uh.. free- huh..?”

He said with a nervous chuckle, being handed his sweater and pants he’d worn when he first got in.. all his belongings.. Though when he walked out he didn’t.. truthfully know what to do.. No friends, family was in prison… Their assets had been ceased mostly so he was broke too..

What was he supposed to.. do.? Where was he going to sleep?? His breathing picked up as he stared around.. Starting to walk aimlessly as he looked around Zootopia.. He’d barely even explored this city before..