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Hey there lovely people. I have lots of important things to mention and people to give credit to so listen up. This whole story originates from the creative mind of Mistcloud-star, who is allowing me to have the honor of continuing the amazing story said author has written. Laiki, the main character to mentioned later, is also the work of Mistcloud-star and will always belong to Mistcloud-star also. I can't take credit for that. So, as I try to end this silly rant before you all get bored and skip ahead like the dumb bells who ignored the first line, I'd like to dedicate this whole work to Mistcloud-star, whom this story truly belongs to. I hope I do it justiceJ

I also do not own Animaniacs in any way at all. Nor do I own She will be Loved. That is owned by Maroon 5. But you all knew that anyways. On with the story!

Second Chance Chapter 1(edited)

-I don't mind spending everyday out on your corner in the pouring rain. -

It's so cold! Why does it have to be so cold tonight? Of all nights? Laiki took quiet steps through the studio lot, pondering the many different moods of California weather. Why did I have to come here?

Laiki felt really stupid for having had the idea to give herself this private tour of the studio. It had always been her dream to see the studio from the inside but the place was packed with people during the day. And the painful truth was, Laiki was terribly, horribly, completely shy. She couldn't say hello without feeling her face burn a thousand degrees. But she found other ways of doing things despite her fears of people. This was probably what made her so special.

Whether she knew it or not, Laiki was a very unique cartoon. Not many people knew her well enough to say so, but those that had the opportunity would likely never forget it. She had unimaginable gifts. Ones that, with some encouragement, would no doubt take the special cartoon all the way. But, alas, Laiki was a shy cartoon, which was very rare for any animated individual. However, she was also very kind hearted. It was nearly impossible to not love such a gentle creature.

Nearly impossible of course, has it's exceptions. As Laiki walked alone through the quiet studio lot of Burbank, her sweatshirt's hood over her head against the unseasonable cold, three men were waiting behind a building, not eleven feet away. They stood silent and waited for Laiki to make her way to them.

"Uhhh….hey boss."

"Boss" sighed. "What do you want you idiot?"

The idiot in question took a moment to gather his fewer-than-average thoughts. "…Oh yeah! When's that 'toon gonna come?"

The boss rolled his eyes. "Patience. She'll get here in good time. And when she does…you know what to do Sniper."

The third man, better known as Sniper, lifted his head slightly and nodded, an icy smile on his thin lips.

-Look for the girl with the broken smile. Ask her if she wants to stay awhile-

Laiki was more determined than ever to get home. She was getting more nervous as the wind howled louder than ever. I wanna go home. Why did I even come here? She sighed in visible relief as the gates came into view. Yes finally! Laiki was instantly calmed. She wasn't able to enjoy the feeling for more then a moment before a rough pair of hands grabbed her and yanked her back, leaving her breath behind.

"Nyaaaaagh! Let go! Let go!"

Laiki was ignored, only dragged farther across the studio, the gates getting farther away as she struggled.

Why was I chosen, out of all the 'toons they could've picked? These strangers are stealing me and I don't even know them!

The night sky hung overhead as I writhed under rough hands, shrieking with pain as I was beat over and over. My fur was bloodied, my clothes were torn, and my tail felt like it was going to fall off at any moment. They seemed to enjoy my pain, laughing whenever I cried out. I whimpered when one of the idiots decided to take out a knife and drag it across my arm, leaving a deep cut, already gushing blood. It kept going and hurting, until suddenly, I heard the squeak of a door being opened, and I heard a voice call out. "Who's there?"

I cracked open a blood-crusted eye and weakly raised my head. All five of them had stopped beating me and were looking hesitantly up at the water tower nearby. A shadowy figure appeared at the railing at the top. I saw a rope being flung down, and the figure started climbing down, causing my torturers to scatter. The figure hopped off the ladder and walked towards me. In the moonlight, I could actually see him. He was a toon and looked like me, with floppy black ears, a red nose, a black tail, and white and black fur. He only wore brown pants, held up by a fairly large black belt. He crouched down next to me, his black eyes filled with concern. His gloved hand passed over the cut on my arm and I winced. He drew his hand back and whispered to me. "What happened?"

"Th-they beat m-me." I said hoarsely.

My vision started swirling ,and the toon picked me up. His breath stirred the tuft of fur on my head. "I'm Yakko."

"I-I'm Laiki."

-And she will be loved. She will be loved.-

Okay so that's chapter one. Any criticism, any way to make it any better? I hope I didn't change it too much but I wanted to add a little beforehand. Tell me if you don't like, tell me if you do. It's all great.J