First, I would like to say that this is my first EVER fanfiction! *hoots and hollers* So be warned, it probably isn't gonna be that good. I will try, but I still have much to learn :). I am going to attempt to write a more serious Animaniacs fanfiction, due to the fact that I like the change of pace :) (and I'm not a very funny person). If dramatic and sad A! fanfics aren't your thing, then I suggest leaving now :).
I need as much tips as possible, so I highly encourage everyone who reads this first chapter to PLEASE read and review!
SHOUTOUT to Speckless Nougat and BlackSpots for being my beta readers. If they weren't there, then this story would most likely be unreadable xD. Well, here we go.
One more thing. Wakko does NOT get raped. A lot of people have been asking that, and my answer is no.
Wakko sat in his room, annoyed and angry both at the same time. He had gotten in trouble with Yakko for using a few "choice" words. He had no idea what they meant! All he knew was that they sounded cool and he wanted to use them!
He learned those words from dumpster writing. How cliché.
Yakko almost went ballistic once he heard those nasty words come out of Wakko's mouth.
Why do I have to be stuck with the overprotective weirdo for a brother?
Wakko was thinking about what it would be like to have a brother that wasn't so protective. Going back and fourth on what his life would be like if his brother didn't care, he decided that he would rather have a caring brother, despite it being annoying sometimes.
It was a beautiful day in Burbank. Sun was shining, birds were chirping, and the air smelled surprisingly clean, despite having a hint of must and gasoline in it. Everything was just about perfect.
Wakko looked out the window of the water tower and envied just about everyone who wasn't indoors. It was cold, boring, quiet, and lonely in the tower. Yakko and Dot had left to go see a movie. Its not like he wanted to see the movie they were going to, but it would at least beat sitting at the tower alone.
Wakko fell back onto his bed and started daydreaming about various things to try and keep himself from dying of boredom.
Food... Don knots... more food...
Wakko came out of his daydream and decided that he wanted food! He left his room and headed straight for the kitchen. He went through the fridge, finding nothing but vegetables and fruit. He then went through the cabinets, finding nothing but plates and bowls. Then the freezer, there was a frozen pizza he was thinking about making, but he decided he would rather not burn down the tower. He eventually ended up at the pantry.
hmm.. Bananas, cherries, boring.
Wakko sighed as he closed the pantry, annoyed that he couldn't find anything good to eat.
Must... have... FOOD!
Wakko was contemplating on weather it was worth it to go against his brothers wishes and go to the studio café.
On one hand, he was thinking about what would happen if he got caught. On another, he was thinking about how much he wanted food and that as long as he didn't get caught, nothing would go wrong.
He groaned as his stomach growled with much more intensity then before..
Oh yeah, its worth the risk.
He quickly left the tower and began his descent. The warm fresh air and shining sun felt great on his body. Once he was off the ladder, he quickly started making his way to the studio Café.
He opened the door to the café and took a deep breath, smelling the fragrance of the café. It sort of smelled like a combination of hospitals and burnt cheese.
Once he was in he immediately began getting himself several pieces of chicken, more food then any normal person would. He sat down, and began to dig in.
Outside the studio walls was a man sitting inside his car. His window was down, and he was holding a cigar out the window, letting the smoke blow in the wind.
He was covered in shadows due to the fact that it was considerably dark inside his car, despite the window being down.
"I see him". The man said in a very rough Australian accent. He got out a small bag filled with a white powder and poured a decent amount of it it into a dirty washcloth.
He then got out of his vehicle and began to walk towards the entrance of the studio. He stopped just short of entering, and then took another hit from his cigar and then threw it on the ground.
The man then got a walkie-talkie out of his pocket.
"Where is he now?" The man asked into his walkie-talkie
A deep and rough sounding voice responded with "In the café. He should be out soon"
The man nodded prepared for what was about to happen.
"When will the truck be here?" The man asked into the walkie-talkie.
"Its right around the corner" Said the deep sounding man.
"I hope you're ready, we only have one shot at this"
"Don't worry, everything will be fine"
"You better be right. We have spent too much money on this to fail"
The man tensed up and got out another cigar, waiting for his victim.
Wakko gobbled down his chicken almost as fast as he does on the show. Even though he was an actor, he felt a lot like his character sometimes. He could obviously never eat as much as he could on Animaniacs, but he could still eat quite a bit!
Yakko's gonna kill me...
Thinking about getting in trouble with Yakko took Wakko out of his good mood. He needed to be careful and make sure he got back to the tower on time before his brother did.
He quickly ate the rest of his chicken and made a dash for the door.
On his way back to the tower, he was distracted by a certain melody. It was a happy and childish sounding song that was being played. The song came closer until he figured out what it was! An ice cream truck!
Wakko excitedly ran to the gate so that he could catch the truck before it passed. He made it out just before the truck passed.
"One chocolate scoop in a cone please!" Wakko said happily to the ice cream man.
"One Dollar and fifty cents please" The man said to Wakko.
As Wakko was digging in his pocket for money, he could sense someone approaching him from behind.
Before Wakko could react, the man grabbed him and threw him into the truck. Before Wakko knew what was going on, his face was covered with a powdery washcloth. He was out before he even had time to scream for help.