Badtopia: Rise of the Rogue Mind

Where good, bad, and awesome collide.

The Zootopia Natural History Museum stood silent under the violet sheen of twilight. Lamplight glinted off the smooth glass dome at the building's apex, casting long shadows across the marble courtyard. Inside, motion sensors blinked softly in standby mode before abruptly shorting out with a crackle of sparks.

From a narrow vent in the ceiling above the grand exhibit hall, five shadows emerged like whispers. They landed in perfect sync silent, confident, dangerous.

“Okay, gang,” whispered Mr. Wolf, brushing dust from his jacket, amber eyes glinting in the dim light. “We’re in. Ms. Tarantula, you’ve got eyes?”

“Always,” replied Webs, her nimble legs flying across her compact multi-screen tablet. “Security grid’s offline for five minutes, tops. Let’s move, people.”

They moved like a single organism Mr. Snake slithering ahead, coiling low to the ground, Mr. Shark somehow tiptoeing despite his bulk, and Mr. Piranha twitching with barely contained energy.

Under a pristine glass dome, glowing from above like a halo, sat the Ancient Golden Egg of Kalawana. Carved with runes older than language and encased in a shimmering stasis field, it radiated power.

Wolf grinned. “Well, if that’s not an invitation, I don’t know what is.”

“Too easy,” muttered Snake as he slithered up the pedestal, tongue flicking nervously. “Too shiny. Too...bait...y.”

“Quit being paranoid,” said Piranha, hopping in place. “This is the good part!”

Just as Snake carefully detached the egg from its pedestal WHUMMP! the walls blew inward with a boom that shattered every window in the hall.

Smoke poured in from hidden vents. Red lasers crisscrossed the chamber, forming a net of doom. High-tech gorillas, clad in chrome-plated armor, crashed down through the skylight with a synchronized stomp.

“AMBUSH!” roared Piranha, springing at the nearest simian like a cannonball.

Shark barreled into two gorillas at once, but for every one he tackled, two more took their place. Tasers flashed, nets tangled, the fight turned chaotic in seconds.

Tarantula activated her EMP pulse, trying to shut down the enemy suits but someone was already counter-hacking her systems.

“Webs, we’re jammed!” Wolf called as he ducked a blast from a sonic cannon. “We need an exit!”

“I’m TRYING!” she shouted. “They’ve got military-grade encryption!”

And then he stepped through the smoke.

Small in stature, but impossibly menacing, a green-suited figure emerged wearing a clear dome over his oversized, pulsing brain. His purple cape fluttered with every dramatic step, and his eyes gleamed with manic glee.

“I am MOJO JOJO,” he declared, pointing dramatically at the stolen egg. “And you fools have just secured the last component for my Chrono-Psycho Fusion Reactor! I shall channel the egg’s ancient energies and by fusing science and villainy RULE EVERY DIMENSION! That includes this... Zootopia place!”

Wolf’s eyes narrowed. “I’ve seen a lot of weird in this business...but you take the banana cake.”

Mojo sneered. “That was not even clever!”

Before Wolf could leap into action, he saw the worst his crew, one by one, falling. Tangled in nets, zapped with energy restraints, yanked into the belly of a strange humming airship with glowing red engines and “M.J.J.” stenciled on the hull.

Tarantula screamed, “WOLF...GO!”

And he did.

He dove through a stained-glass window as it shattered into a cascade of glittering shards. The cold air rushed past him as he rolled across the rooftop and disappeared into the night.

Inside the ship, Mojo Jojo laughed.

“Now begins the Age of Mojo. Jojoooooo!”

~ ~ ~ ~

Rain pelted the streets like needles from the heavens as Mr. Wolf sprinted through the back alleys of Zootopia. His breath steamed in the cold air, mixing with the fog of guilt rising from his chest. His paws slapped against the wet concrete, his trench coat flaring behind him like a cape of regret.

He rounded a corner too fast and crashed headlong into someone.

“Oof!” he grunted, skidding across the sidewalk and landing on his tail.

A paw reached out to him.

“Whoa there, handsome,” said a sly voice. “Didn’t know you were into foxes.”

Mr. Wolf blinked up into the smirking face of Nick Wilde, standing there in a ZPD jacket, tail flicking. Next to him stood Judy Hopps, soaking wet but sharp-eyed, her badge catching a glint of neon light from a diner sign overhead.

“You’re... from the Bad Guys Group, yeah?,” Judy asked slowly, lowering her paw to her belt. “Wolf, right?”

Wolf nodded, breath ragged. “You gotta help me. They’ve got my team. Mojo Jojo's some kind of supervillain monkey. He ambushed us during a museum job. He’s not stealing just to steal!”

Nick raised an eyebrow, tail curling. “Mojo... Jojo? Sounds like a rejected cereal mascot.”

Wolf scowled. “He’s not. He’s a lunatic with a god complex and a flying fortress. He used our heist as bait. Took the Kalawana Egg and my crew. He’s using that egg to power some freaky dimension melding machine.”

Judy pulled out her tablet and typed in info about the Kalawana Egg.

Judy frowned. “The egg from the museum...it’s an ancient relic, tied to quantum ley lines. If he’s harnessing that it could be dangerous. ”

“He captured my crew and there's no telling what he's doing to them,” Wolf said.

Nick exchanged a long look with Judy. “Well, this just became our weirdest Tuesday yet.”

Judy typed a few keys on her ZPD tablet. “We’re gonna need backup.”

That’s when the alley lights blinked out.

“Too late,” Wolf hissed.

From both ends of the alley, shapes emerged hulking simian figures, their eyes glowing red behind armor visors, electricity crackling on their fists. Mojo’s goons.

One of them a massive silverback with a plasma hammer stepped forward and growled. “Mojo wants the wolf. No cops.”

“Funny,” said Nick, sliding in front of Judy and cracking his knuckles, “We were just thinking we wanted to file a few complaints.”

The apes lunged.

Wolf twisted midair and kicked off the wall, slamming one of the smaller gorillas into a dumpster. Judy flipped onto a fire escape, spun, and launched herself back down with a roundhouse kick.

Nick, meanwhile, ducked under a swinging arm and shoved a trash can lid up as a shield. “How about you go ape somewhere else?”

The silverback roared and swung his hammer. Sparks danced as it missed Nick by inches and cratered the wall.

Wolf leapt in from behind, tackling the brute at the waist. “RUN!” he yelled.

Judy hit the emergency alert on her tablet, just as more goons dropped from the rooftops.

“ZPD emergency beacon triggered!” she shouted. “We’ve got sixty seconds before every cop in a ten block radius shows up!”

“But we’ll be bananas by then!” Nick said as the apes closed in.

Wolf looked around then his eyes locked on a sewer grate. “Follow me!”

Without hesitation, he yanked it open and dove in. Judy went second. Nick hesitated.

“Great,” he muttered, sliding in last. “First foxes get blamed for chicken theft, now we’re crawling in monkey juice.”

They landed with a splash in a shallow runoff channel.

Wolf wiped grime from his brow. “Where to now?”

Judy turned on her flashlight, heart pounding. “If Mojo’s using the egg for power, then he’ll need to be near a ley line convergence. There’s only a few of those near the city.”

Nick shook his head. “Please tell me this ley line stuff ends with less mind control.”

Wolf looked at them both. “If we’re going to save my friends... we’ll need more than cops. We’ll need a team.”

Judy straightened. “Good. Because we know exactly where to find one.”

Nick smirked, already pulling out his phone. “You ever been to a good guy conference?”

Wolf blinked. “That’s a real thing?”

“Oh yeah,” Nick said, scrolling through his contacts. “First, we'll need a ride.”

~ ~ ~ ~

The storm had passed, but the city of Zootopia still shimmered with wet neon as a black sedan pulled up to the marble steps of the Grand Unity Convention Center. Inside, banners flapped gently in the air conditioned halls:

“Good Guys Alliance 2025 – Crossworld Collaboration for a Safer Tomorrow.”

Superheroes, vigilantes, and warriors from a dozen worlds milled through the main hall. Sly Cooper leaned on a refreshment table, chatting with Danny from Cats Don’t Dance, while Po the Panda balanced a tray of dumplings and flyers. Nearby, the Biker Mice from Mars flexed for photos while Ash from Sing tuned her guitar beside a karaoke booth.

Then the doors slammed open.

Dripping, bruised, and flanked by ZPD’s finest, Nick Wilde, Judy Hopps. Mr. Wolf marched into the center of the chaos.

“Ladies, gentlemen, mutants, animals, and extradimensional visitors,” Nick called out, raising his paw. “We have a situation.”

The music died.

Nick stepped onto a table. “A villain named Mojo Jojo and yes, that’s his real name has captured a team of professional reformed thieves and an egg to power a machine of some kind.”

Wolf added, “He’s taken the only people in this world I have as family.”

There was a beat of silence. Then:

“Did he say Mojo Jojo?” muttered Michelangelo from The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

“Like...Powerpuff Girls Mojo?” said Lupin III, sipping his coffee.

Po raised a paw. “Does he have dumplings?”

“No,” said Judy. “He’s building something villainous that could possibly end the world as we know it.”

The mood turned serious.

“Where is this guy?” asked Leonardo, drawing his swords.

“Somewhere near the Zootopia Natural Museum,” Wolf said. “Last I saw he had some airships that was covered in tech.”

Ash stepped forward, guitar slung over her back. “Then what are we waiting for?”

A moment later, holographic portals shimmered into view, powered by Webs’ salvaged tech and ZPD’s emergency clearance. Heroes filed in the Biker Mice, Kung Fu Panda, Sly Cooper, Lupin, TMNT, even Rosita and Johnny from Sing, suited in retro battle gear for backup morale duty.

Before they entered, Nick paused and dialed a number on his phone.

Judy glanced at him. “Calling more backup?”

He smirked. “Let’s just say… I once beat a guy in a high-stakes card game at an interdimensional poker table. He said, ‘If you ever need help saving the multiverse, call me.’ I thought he was joking.”

~ ~ ~ ~

The heroes struck at dawn.

They found Mojo Jojo in a spiraling tower of chrome and circuitry, jutting like a scar into the skyline. A loudspeaker crackled to life.

“Welcome, heroes, to the Neuro Spire.”

The Biker Mice tore through the tower’s outer defenses as the Ninja Turtles clashed with cyborg gorillas across the upper balconies. Po, dumpling in one paw and staff in the other, spun through Mojo’s drone army like a whirlwind of kung fu chaos.

Meanwhile, Sly Cooper and Lupin the Third infiltrated the base, slipping through vents and shadows to disable the Chimera Circuit’s core. Behind them, Judy, Nick, and the Powerpuff Girls stormed the main control chamber.

There, they found him.

Mojo Jojo larger than ever, grotesque and crowned in wires, with neural feeds laced directly into his skull. His voice, once manic, now screeched with synthetic distortion.

“You cannot stop MOJO JOJO! I have taken the genius of Dr. Robotnik, the precision of Shredder, the voice of Scar, the charisma of Megamind! I AM… VILLAINY PERFECTED!”

The control chamber throbbed with energy. At its center, the golden egg pulsed within a containment ring, channeling chaotic power into Mojo’s grotesque throne. The Powerpuff Girls surged forward, dodging telekinetic blasts mid air. Judy and Nick returned fire from behind charred machinery as robotic apes flooded the chamber.

And then

But all sound seemed to drop into silence for Mr. Wolf as the chamber doors groaned open.

They stood before him.

His crew.

His family.

Twisted by Chemical X and fitted with neural sync collars, eyes glowing an eerie greenish blue.

Mr. Snake, his body shimmering with a translucent elasticity, hovered slightly above the floor like a living ribbon.

Mr. Shark, bulked up even more, with metal-like plating covering his arms.

Ms. Tarantula, her legs now digitized and moving with hyper-speed, emitted screeches of raw data.

And Mr. Piranha, tiny as ever, but now darting through the air with blurring wings and energy blasts erupting from his claws.

Wolf stepped forward cautiously.

“Guys,” he said, raising his paws, “it’s me. Wolf. You don’t have to do this.”

Snake struck first, whipping across the chamber like a whip of mercury. Wolf rolled, narrowly avoiding a blow that cracked the floor behind him. Tarantula followed, vanishing in a flash and reappearing behind him with a spinning kick. He ducked, stumbling sideways into Piranha’s path. The little fish roared, mouth glowing white-hot, and launched a blast that scorched the side of Wolf’s jacket.

Wolf didn’t strike back.

“Come on!” he shouted, dodging again as Shark lunged with a quake-inducing punch. “I know you’re still in there!”

He leapt over a pipe, slid under a tumbling girder, and rolled behind a shattered console. Snake coiled around it, snapping it in half, forcing Wolf to sprint toward a broken stairwell. He ran up two steps before Piranha dive-bombed into him, knocking him flat against the metal.

He groaned, coughing blood into his paw. When he looked up, all four of them loomed over him, eyes dead with circuitry.

There was nowhere else to go.

Breathing hard, Wolf let his arms fall.

“Okay,” he said softly. “Okay. You got me.”

Shark raised a glowing fist. Snake hissed. Webs crouched, claws glowing.

“I’m not gonna fight you,” Wolf said. “Because I’m not your enemy.”

The glow flickered.

“I’m your leader. But more than that...” His voice cracked. “I’m your family. I don’t care what Mojo Jojo did to you. I don’t care what kind of monster you think he turned you into.”

He looked each of them in the eyes.

“Snake, remember the diner in Buenos Aires? You cried because your toast was burnt. Tarantula, remember how you used to hum while coding? You haven’t hummed once tonight.”

Piranha twitched.

“Piranha, you never stop talking. You’re too quiet now. It’s not you.”

He paused.

“I don’t care how powerful Mojo made you. I wouldn’t trade a single one of you, not for freedom, not for safety, not even for victory. You’re my crew. You’re all I have.”

His voice dropped to a whisper.

“I love you.”

For a beat, there was only the crackle of burning metal and the distant whir of Mojo’s machine.

Then Webs blinked. Her clawed hand twitched then opened.

Snake reeled back slightly, blinking in confusion. “...Wolf?”

Piranha tilted his head. “You said you love us?” His voice cracked with its old high-pitched squeak. “Like, actual love? Not like, sarcastic ‘let’s rob a bank together’ love?”

Shark stepped forward slowly, his breathing ragged.

“You guys okay?” he asked, rubbing the side of his head. “I feel like I just ate an entire toaster.”

Wolf smiled, tears in his eyes. “You’re back.”

Behind them, Mojo Jojo screamed, furious and disbelieving.

“YOU...YOU DARE REJECT MY PERFECT ENHANCEMENTS?! YOU DEFY THE GREATNESS OF MOJO JOJO?!”

Wolf rose, the rest of his team now beside him.

Snake uncoiled and smiled. “Yeah, we do.”

Tarantula brushed hair out of her face. “Guess your monkey business is over.”

And together, side by side again, the Bad Guys turned to face Mojo Jojo this time, by choice.

~ ~ ~ ~

The Neuro Spire shook violently as the Chimera Circuit’s core destabilized, showers of blue sparks cascading down from the ceiling like falling stars. Yet even as the heroes gained ground, Mojo Jojo cackled madly above them, refusing to go down without a final act.

“You think you’ve WON?!” he screamed, his voice now distorted by feedback from the overloaded systems. “You think the combined strength of your so-called heroes can STOP the ultimate intellect of MOJO JOJO?!”

With the flick of a switch, the walls of the chamber split open revealing a massive containment tube rising from the floor. Inside floated a towering robotic figure: MOJO SUPREME.

The cyborg's glowing body bore the features of Mojo but sleeker, crueler; an amalgamation of technologies stolen from across dimensions. The Powerpuff Girls gasped as data flickered across its visor: abilities detected...duplicating...adapting.

Sly Cooper’s stealth. Shredder’s precision. Blossom's strength. Broly’s brute force. Frieza’s energy blasts. Robotnik’s tech arsenal. Even Shredder's cunning and Lupin the Third’s tactics.

“BEHOLD!” Mojo cried as the robot stepped forward. “MOJO SUPREME! The embodiment of villainy across the multiverse programmed to counter every one of you!”

Then it attacked.

~ ~ ~ ~

Leonardo’s blades clashed against Mojo Supremes' shifting armor, while the Biker Mice bombarded it from every angle. Ash and Danny belted out sonic waves, amplified by Sing's entire backup band. Judy and Nick darted through debris, directing civilians and helping downed allies to safety.

Po leapt onto the giant’s shoulder and unleashed a flurry of kung fu, only to be swatted aside. Sly Cooper and Lupin triggered dozens of gadget traps, but each was countered with chilling precision.

The Powerpuff Girls soared in to land a triple power punch, but Mojo Supreme adapted mid-air, transforming its fists into energy-sapping coils. Blossom cried out as they were hurled across the room.

Bit by bit, the heroes were falling.

Mojo Jojo laughed from his throne. “Do you see now?! Resistance is futile... ”

“Hey!” called Nick Wilde from behind a column, ducking rubble. “Mojo Bananahead! You forgot one thing.”

Mojo turned, annoyed. “What, fox?!”

Nick smirked and pulled out his phone.

“There’s one guy or maybe two who’ve beaten worse odds than this. I got his number a few years ago. Said if I ever needed help… all I had to do was call.”

He hit Speed Dial 1.

~ ~ ~ ~

A thunderous crack split the sky as a dimensional rift opened in the air above the Neuro Spire.

Descending from the golden light, coat flapping in the wind, came Seto Kaiba, duel disk gleaming.

“I don’t know what kind of freak show this is,” he said coolly, “but you’ve crossed a line.”

He slammed a card into his disk. “I summon… BLUE EYES WHITE DRAGON!”

With a deafening roar, the majestic dragon appeared in a blast of white energy and lightning. Its wings stretched wide, power pulsing through the air.

“Attack with White Lightning!”

The beam hit Mojo Supreme dead-on only for the robot to absorb the blast through a mimic shield and hurl it back at Kaiba. The billionaire genius staggered to one knee, clutching his arm as sparks flew from his disk.

“That...wasn’t supposed to happen.”

The chamber fell silent, hope flickering.

~ ~ ~ ~

A second rift tore across the battle-worn sky this one radiant gold, crackling with ancient magic and divine authority. Out of the blinding brilliance stepped a tall, regal figure, adorned in flowing ceremonial robes, the Millennium Puzzle glowing like a second sun upon his chest.

Atem, the Pharaoh, had returned.

The wind swirled around him as he descended gracefully beside a battered, but defiant Seto Kaiba.

“I heard your call, Kaiba,” Atem said, his voice calm yet commanding. “Let us finish this...together.”

Kaiba gave a nod, his expression resolute. “One last time.”

Their Duel Disks ignited in perfect sync, a hum of ancient magic and modern tech harmonizing in the air.

Atem drew his card. “I summon Dark Magician!”

The familiar master of arcane arts rose behind him in a shimmer of purple flame and swirling energy.

Kaiba followed, his voice fierce: “Fusion Summon! Combining Blue Eyes White Dragon and Dark Magician...!”

Their voices joined in perfect unison:

"We summon the Blue Eyed Dark Magic Dragon Knight!"

From the storm above descended a colossal creature Blue Eyed Dark Magic Dragon Knight its sapphire scales laced with arcane runes, a staff forged of draconic crystal in its claw, and a cloak of stars trailing behind.

Below, Mojo Supreme roared in rage, channeling the powers of every villain he had mimicked. Beams of corrupted magic, mechanical fury, and psychic venom surged from his arms as he charged.

“NOW!” Atem and Kaiba called.

"DARK MAGIC DRAGON BLAST!"

From the fusion knight's mouth erupted a swirling beam of white hot dragon flame laced with dark violet magic, forming a spiraling helix of destructive purity. The blast collided with Mojo Supreme searing through his shielding, cracking his mimicry core.

But Mojo Supreme didn’t fall.

Not yet.

Even while his armor splintered and his systems sparked, he clung to consciousness, charging another wave of energy stolen from other worlds.

Atem narrowed his eyes. “It’s not enough…”

He lifted the Millennium Puzzle high. “Then I shall call upon two other warriors from a distant realm!”

With a pulse of golden light, another dimensional portal burst open and from within emerged two legends clad in blue and flame:

Goku and Vegeta.

Goku cracked his knuckles. “We heard you were having trouble with a big monkey.”

Vegeta scoffed, already powering up. “Looks like we’re just in time to finish it.”

Side by side with the Pharaoh’s knight, the Saiyans took battle stance. Goku’s hands lit up with blue energy. “Ka....Me...”

Vegeta’s aura flared violet. “Galick Gun…”

Atem raised his hand again. “Dark Magic Dragon Blast… one final time.”

"Ha...Me...ha!"

Three ultimate attacks fired simultaneously light, magic, and Saiyan power fused together in a deafening, multiversal crescendo.

The blast struck Mojo Supreme dead center

Armor melted. Circuits exploded.

His scream was swallowed by the brilliance of it all.

And then, in a final flash of celestial energy, Mojo Supreme was no more.

Reduced to shattered components and fizzling smoke, his reign of chaos was finally ended.

Atem looked to Mojo Jojo, now captured and muttering curses under his breath, bound by a Powerpuff containment field.

With a calm but cutting gaze, the Pharaoh spoke:

“You mimicked many...but you understood none. And in the end, that is why you lost.”

Goku gave a thumbs-up. “Nice speech, Pharaoh.”

Vegeta folded his arms. “Hmph. Next time, call us sooner.”

And just like that, the rift shimmered open again and the Saiyans vanished into light, their mission complete.

Atem turned to Kaiba. “Until we meet again.”

Kaiba gave him a slight smirk. “Next time, I'll win.”

And the golden light swallowed the Pharaoh, leaving only peace in its place.

~ ~ ~ ~

Banners flew over Central Plaza. Confetti rained from the sky as heroes, citizens, and even former thieves gathered to celebrate.

Ash and Danny jammed on a rooftop stage, backed by the Sing ensemble. The Ninja Turtles passed out slices of pizza, and Po taught kung fu to a group of curious bunny kids.

Kaiba, leaning coolly against a lamppost, nodded once to Nick before disappearing through another portal.

Wolf, now surrounded by his reformed crew, smiled as Nick and Judy approached.

“They’re not bad guys,” Judy said warmly. “Not anymore.”

Nick took a long sip of his smoothie. “Let’s hope they stay that way. But if they don’t?”

He flipped open his phone.

“We’ve got a hotline for that now.”

He turned the screen. Hero Hotline: Speed Dial – Dragon, Thief, Panda, Duelist, and Mouse.

Judy laughed. “Only in Zootopia.”

THE END
(Or is it...)

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