(Kinda like the world in zootopia but they're people with animal features and prey are treated kinda awfully. As in being prey.)

Richard glanced around the corner, making sure that nobody else was in the hallway. It was clear, but he had to be quick. He dashed forward and turned to the left, diving into a room.

The candidates room.

He was part of an organization for prey liberation. His task was to remove the evil from the candidates and them from running for mayor. The two targets were predators, vile ones that wanted to put preys under.

Richard shook away his thoughts and glanced around, jumping when something bumped his side. He turned to see what, and froze when he saw a knee. He slowly looked up and made eye contact with a predator.

He was tall, expected. His hair was a short dirty blonde that was met by a peppered jawline. His eyes were green and soft. He wore a grey muscle shirt that sure as hell did it's job. Jeans covered his legs and grey shoes his feet.

"F-Fuck, I- Don't-Don't eat me- I-I-," Richard took a step back in fear, his blue eyes darting around frantically to try and make an excuse for being there. He didn't know what to do. This predator was going to eat him, he just knew it. Except he didn't.

"Woah, hey, relax. I won't eat you, little guy. I only eat those deserve it," the predator said in a quiet, deep voice. Rich didn't know if he could trust him, but with a glint of light shone from the little liberation pin on the man's chest, he knew he wasn't lying. This was one of the few predators that joined the cause. The predator seemed to notice Rich's pin and gave him a small smile.

"You're one of the liberators. It's really brave of you to come to a predator dominated election," the man said softly as he stepped into the room. Before Rich could respond, footsteps echoed down the hall. They widened their eyes and both dashed to stand by the door, just out of sight. The footsteps came and went, leaving the two alone again.

"There's not much time, I-I've got to hurry!" Rich said, running over to a bottle of wine. He tried to open the container, but it was sealed tight for the purpose of keeping prey out of it. Rich's heart was racing. He couldn't open the bottle. He was gonna be caught. He was gonna fail. A large hand came down and lightly nudged him. He jumped and looked up at the predator, frightened again.

"Let me try," the man whispered as Richard studied him. He reluctantly nodded and moved away, watching as the predator easily popped the bottle open. More footsteps echoed down the hall, Richards heart skipping a beat. He dashed forward and quickly poured in a mysterious blue liquid. It faded from sight as it hit the deep red surface. The predator seemed to be ready for someone to pass.

The bottle cork was slammed back into place, making Richard gasp and stumble back. A giant set of hands came upon him and scooped him up. He was about to scream when a hand covered his mouth, cutting him off. The predator jumped into the closet and closed the door tightly. A soft shushing met his ears, the hand loosening and eventually letting go of him. He wasn't on the ground though. 

The predator had sat down and Richard was in his lap. He breathed shakily, cowering back from the glowing green eyes. The predator realized how frightened Rich was, his eyes softening as he leaned back. The footsteps once again came and went, leaving them alone in silence.

"S-Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you, but we can't get caught. They would probably kill us," the predator said quietly. Richard shakily nodded and peeked through the closet door blinds. Nobody else was there, and who knew how long it'd take for the candidates to get back. He sighed ad maneuvered his way up onto the predators shoulders so that he could see better. With that, the waiting began.

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Richard awoke to a hand gently nudging him. He blinked tiredly, but jumped when a hand covered his mouth. He glanced around fearfully, trying to make out his surroundings. It was too dark to see, the only light coming from a few slits at his side. The hands lifted him away from his spot and held him to where he could see a pair of glowing green eyes. He slowly relaxed as his memories returned, shuddering at the fact that he had fallen asleep on top of a predators head.

The predator nodded towards the door and set Rich down quietly. Richard peeked through the blinds again and had to hold back a gasp. TWO candidates were in the room, two that weren't even allowed to talk to each other during elections. Richard watched as they talked about the crowd, about all of the prey that they saw. Both candidates were predators, both wanting to win so that they could make it more of a widespread idea to kill prey. Richard hadn't even realized that he was shaking until the predator gently started to rub his back. He shuddered and continued to watch.

Richards heart jumped when one of the candidates picked up the bottle and popped it open. The other grabbed two glasses and set them on the table. The first poured their drinks and smirked, lifting their cup.

"To the Hunt!" He chided, clinking cups with the other pred. They both took a drink and looked at each other. Nothing was happening. Richard was starting to panic. Why wasn't the potion working? What was wrong? He knew that he would squeak if he panicked more, so he buried his face into his hands. His predator grabbed him and hugged him close in an attempt to calm him, his eyes widening as he watched the scene play out.

A cup suddenly clattered to the floor, the predator who dropped it clutching their stomach. They looked to be in pain, as did the other candidate. They began to shrink, one falling to his knees and crying out in pain. It didn't take long for them to disappear into their clothes. Everything went still, silence falling over the room. The two waited a few minutes to make sure that nobody was rushing in, the threat of being caught still very real. Richard slowly opened the door and glanced around. Once he decided that it was all clear, he scrambled over to the pile of now empty clothes. The predator stood up and followed him, confusion over taking him.

"What.... What happened to them?" He asked quietly as Richard dug through the piles, pulling out two colorful stones. They sparkled in the artificial light of the room, making the simple stones look more like dazzling gems.

"They've been reverted into gemstones. They'll turn back in a few days, but they're bad side will be gone," he explained, wrapping the stones into a piece of cloth. The predator blinked.

"Really? That's amazing," he said, watching as Richard pocketed the cloth. Richard nodded and looked towards the door, the predator doing the same.

"What's your name?" The question was out of nowhere, catching Richard off guard. The predator was kneeling now, and Richard took the moment to climb up to his shoulder.

"Uhm, Richard," he said as the predator stood up and walked to the door.

"Hm, well, nice to meet you. I'm Gerald," the predator said, glancing around the hallway. The coast was clear.

"Well, Gerald, I like where this is going," Richard said as Gerald began to sneak down the hall.

"Me too, Richard, me too," Gerald said with a smile as he turned the corner, getting the new duo into the clear.