Oh man that's fucked

is a reference to robocop this? now it would be something like robofox.

We have the technology.
We can rebuild him.

Ehm there is a lot of blood

Jesus what kind of experiment is this

Holy fuck, there are few things that terrify me, but THAT...Is fucking horrific, great job, I love it/hate it!

That reminds me have there been any good zootopia/robocop fanfic's?

Those'r some f'd up night-crawlers!

Somehow this reminds me Cyberpunk 2077 trailer.

I dare anyone to make a story of this

hes got boner hands now

whitefox30 said:
I dare anyone to make a story of this

once upon a time there was a creepy fox-robocop, he was so creepy that every one died. the end

lumenen said:
once upon a time there was a creepy fox-robocop, he was so creepy that every one died. the end

Really -_-

whitefox30 said:
Heres a better one. M rated

Nick been gone for 6 months judy worry then theres a case about missing animals the zpd were able to find where the animals were kidnapped judy is send to find any clues of nick she find a lock door she heard a scream behind the door she able to force it open and she was shocked what she saw

i was just joking, but if you really want to make a story out of this, i encourage you to do it, you dont know what can come out of that, but, if you end up doing it i recomend you to whach out for the punctuation points, they are very important.

Resident Evil, Zootopia

Corniscopic said:
We have the technology.
We can rebuild him.

Uhm, I think you better try again. 0__0

He sold his soul for rock 'n roll...

lumenen said:
i was just joking, but if you really want to make a story out of this, i encourage you to do it, you dont know what can come out of that, but, if you end up doing it i recomend you to whach out for the punctuation points, they are very important.

Punctuation points?

whitefox30 said:
Punctuation points?

sorry, i meant punctuation marks my spanglish came out to life :v

lumenen said:
sorry, i meant punctuation marks my spanglish came out to life :v

Ok

lumenen said:
sorry, i meant punctuation marks my spanglish came out to life :v

Though im working on a different story that not finished

Hey artist what that in the background

The look of him reminds me a bit of Husks from Mass Effect, like he's in the middle of the transformation process.

I imagine if H.P.Lovecraft, or Phil Dick were still alive, and saw Zootopia, their fanfics would inspire artwork like this...

nope223 said:
Oh man that's fucked

U forgot up.

I fell sorry for him, They made him a weapon and nothing els. Pore Nick

Oh this is robotic? I was thinking they were in Raccoon City for moment.

Hmmmm.... Robocop or Deus Ex?

those hands. .....Just like the headcrab zombie's hands in the Half-Life series

Corniscopic said:
We have the technology.
We can rebuild him.

But I don't want to spend a lot of money.

Five Nights At Nicks

I'm machine
Obsolete
The land of the free
Immortality.

Grummancat said:
He sold his soul for rock 'n roll...

For Heavy Metal: Black and Silver.

whitefox30 said:
I dare anyone to make a story of this

A freak accident with some rhino's truck. Multiple fractures. Septic shock.
The doctors said he will be lucky if he survives at all, and that he will be quadriplegic at best.
Total spinal cord dysfunction, paralysis.
They thought to pull a plug on him.
But someone, somewhere, saw potential in this wreck of a fox. Someone with a penchant for "fixing" things. Someone Finnick told Judy not to trust.
But hey, if there was a chance, a speck of chance – go for it. Try everything.
So a deal was struck, an agreement was settled. Nick has been transported somewhere, probably Cliffside.
After a solid year of silence from the "fixers", a late night call breaks into Judy's night.
"Carrots… Help me… Need to hold on…" After that, silence. Thankfully, the number wasn't encrypted. In the dead of night, Judy rushed to the ZPD station, to try and track Nick down. To take him someplace familiar, someplace safe. To take him home.
When she arrived at the facility, all it took for her is one look to realize not her, not anyone else was welcome here. Black and silent, looming at the very brink of a mountainside, this monolith, it seems, was emanating cold hatred for animalkind.
However, no one was there to stop her. No guards, no automatic patrol systems, nothing. Knowing that this place is not yet abandoned, Judy moved quick: every second was at stake.
The insides of the facility looked like hell unraveled. Deep clawmarks on the walls, twisted metal, broken furniture, loose paper catching strange drafts, medical equipment strewn about chaotically. Gunshot holes. Shells rolling underneath the brave bunny's feet.
Patches of skin and fur, torn clear from the body.
Spongy, liquid mass covering the floor, walls, ceiling.
Metallic stench mixing in with foul sweetness of charred flesh.
And no bodies.
Only a distant, unfathomable howl cast from somewhere deep within the facility hinted at the presence of something. As if the building itself was an ancient creature, tormented by its very existence, was begging for the release in the way only it knew how.
Judy, knees shaking, lips trembling, pushed on. There was no way back, she knew it. She came here to take Nick, and she is leaving this place with him… or not leaving it at all.
Flickering lights, strangely unseen from the outside, lead her to what she only presumed to be the main torture chamber, the amphitheatre of pain. Led her towards the screams. Her only lead to find her beloved red-furred scam artist.
Web of shadows, growing ever so thicker as the bunny cop proceeded inside the institution, seemed to weave an illusion, a trickery of unstable images, bringing horrifying, inky behemoths from depths unspeakable, as menacing as they were elusive, hiding in plain sight when Judy's flashlight crossed their bodies.
And still, not a sign that this place was once inhabited. There was a fight, a last stand, but no sight of any of the sides holding their ground or tearing their way through.
As the crying, pained now more than before, growing hoarse as the throat emitting it started to rupture, grew louder and closer, Hopps unholstered her taser and located a flashlight on the shoulder mount. The paw, freed from the relieving light source, now hovered over the gun holster, opened the second Judy stepped inside the swallowing darkness.
Finally, a place with stable light. The sound seems to come from here. Judging by the sound of them here, the place was fairly big. Judy takes a step inside.
A towering mass of flesh, blood and broken bones. Piles of burning fur and meat splattered seemingly everywhere. Blood covering the entire floor in murky, metallic swamp, adding chiming sounds of blood drops to the wailing solo of torment.
In one corner, almost untouched by the decimation, there was a figure, hunched over a dead badger in security uniform, pummeling the goo that was probably this badger's lower torso. Howling something that sounded like "WHY" or "NOO" in the cold, dead eyes and torn-apart muzzle. Dull grey ears twitching uncontrollably, paws giving out a twangy "clang" every time the creature landed its appendages.
seemingly, air left Judy's lungs, frozen eyes staring at the abomination in what was once, probably, a white hospital gown, maw agape, unable to make a sound.
Then, – not a scream, but a quiet whimper left her.
Immediately the creature sprung up on its hind legs, metal ears standing like spikes, front legs flexing metallic claw-like fingers where paws should be. The blood-soaked figure slowly turns its head…
An ear-piercingly loud shriek, the like of which Judy never thought she was capable, pierced the leading part of this unsightly beast, making him flinch in pain from the sound, and giving Hopps enough time to pull out a taser and fire a full-power charge in that which stood in front of her.
In Nick Wilde.
The charge was enogh to put him down before he even moved. As his posture started collapsing, losing the hold in his hind legs, and Nick started falling, he made full eye contact with Judy. The look that will not leave her mind as long as she lives. Insanity, regret, bloodlust, pain and… recognition. A tiniest shard of stability, that let this bunny realize: no matter waht they've done to him, somewhere inside it still was Nick, and he could be brought back in control. He cme back wrong… but it was him still that came back.
Later, when the ambulance arrived and Nick was properly tranquilized and fastened, Judy accepted a ride from one of her colleagues. Al the way home the only thing she could say was: "What have they done to you…"

NegativeDuplex said:
A freak accident with some rhino's truck. Multiple fractures. Septic shock.
The doctors said he will be lucky if he survives at all, and that he will be quadriplegic at best.
Total spinal cord dysfunction, paralysis.
They thought to pull a plug on him.
But someone, somewhere, saw potential in this wreck of a fox. Someone with a penchant for "fixing" things. Someone Finnick told Judy not to trust.
But hey, if there was a chance, a speck of chance – go for it. Try everything.
So a deal was struck, an agreement was settled. Nick has been transported somewhere, probably Cliffside.
After a solid year of silence from the "fixers", a late night call breaks into Judy's night.
"Carrots… Help me… Need to hold on…" After that, silence. Thankfully, the number wasn't encrypted. In the dead of night, Judy rushed to the ZPD station, to try and track Nick down. To take him someplace familiar, someplace safe. To take him home.
When she arrived at the facility, all it took for her is one look to realize not her, not anyone else was welcome here. Black and silent, looming at the very brink of a mountainside, this monolith, it seems, was emanating cold hatred for animalkind.
However, no one was there to stop her. No guards, no automatic patrol systems, nothing. Knowing that this place is not yet abandoned, Judy moved quick: every second was at stake.
The insides of the facility looked like hell unraveled. Deep clawmarks on the walls, twisted metal, broken furniture, loose paper catching strange drafts, medical equipment strewn about chaotically. Gunshot holes. Shells rolling underneath the brave bunny's feet.
Patches of skin and fur, torn clear from the body.
Spongy, liquid mass covering the floor, walls, ceiling.
Metallic stench mixing in with foul sweetness of charred flesh.
And no bodies.
Only a distant, unfathomable howl cast from somewhere deep within the facility hinted at the presence of something. As if the building itself was an ancient creature, tormented by its very existence, was begging for the release in the way only it knew how.
Judy, knees shaking, lips trembling, pushed on. There was no way back, she knew it. She came here to take Nick, and she is leaving this place with him… or not leaving it at all.
Flickering lights, strangely unseen from the outside, lead her to what she only presumed to be the main torture chamber, the amphitheatre of pain. Led her towards the screams. Her only lead to find her beloved red-furred scam artist.
Web of shadows, growing ever so thicker as the bunny cop proceeded inside the institution, seemed to weave an illusion, a trickery of unstable images, bringing horrifying, inky behemoths from depths unspeakable, as menacing as they were elusive, hiding in plain sight when Judy's flashlight crossed their bodies.
And still, not a sign that this place was once inhabited. There was a fight, a last stand, but no sight of any of the sides holding their ground or tearing their way through.
As the crying, pained now more than before, growing hoarse as the throat emitting it started to rupture, grew louder and closer, Hopps unholstered her taser and located a flashlight on the shoulder mount. The paw, freed from the relieving light source, now hovered over the gun holster, opened the second Judy stepped inside the swallowing darkness.
Finally, a place with stable light. The sound seems to come from here. Judging by the sound of them here, the place was fairly big. Judy takes a step inside.
A towering mass of flesh, blood and broken bones. Piles of burning fur and meat splattered seemingly everywhere. Blood covering the entire floor in murky, metallic swamp, adding chiming sounds of blood drops to the wailing solo of torment.
In one corner, almost untouched by the decimation, there was a figure, hunched over a dead badger in security uniform, pummeling the goo that was probably this badger's lower torso. Howling something that sounded like "WHY" or "NOO" in the cold, dead eyes and torn-apart muzzle. Dull grey ears twitching uncontrollably, paws giving out a twangy "clang" every time the creature landed its appendages.
seemingly, air left Judy's lungs, frozen eyes staring at the abomination in what was once, probably, a white hospital gown, maw agape, unable to make a sound.
Then, – not a scream, but a quiet whimper left her.
Immediately the creature sprung up on its hind legs, metal ears standing like spikes, front legs flexing metallic claw-like fingers where paws should be. The blood-soaked figure slowly turns its head…
An ear-piercingly loud shriek, the like of which Judy never thought she was capable, pierced the leading part of this unsightly beast, making him flinch in pain from the sound, and giving Hopps enough time to pull out a taser and fire a full-power charge in that which stood in front of her.
In Nick Wilde.
The charge was enogh to put him down before he even moved. As his posture started collapsing, losing the hold in his hind legs, and Nick started falling, he made full eye contact with Judy. The look that will not leave her mind as long as she lives. Insanity, regret, bloodlust, pain and… recognition. A tiniest shard of stability, that let this bunny realize: no matter waht they've done to him, somewhere inside it still was Nick, and he could be brought back in control. He cme back wrong… but it was him still that came back.
Later, when the ambulance arrived and Nick was properly tranquilized and fastened, Judy accepted a ride from one of her colleagues. Al the way home the only thing she could say was: "What have they done to you…"

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