A/N: IF YOU DIDN'T NOTICE YET, CHAPTER THREE WENT THROUGH A MAJOR REWRITE, SO IF YOU HAVEN'T ALREADY READ IT, I WOULD SUGGEST GOING BACK OR ELSE SUFFER CONFUSION! :D

I would also like to say that while I may be updating frequently with this story, I'll warn everybody right now that I may fall into a bout of 'not updating for a month or two'. It's alright! It happens with me! Just ask my other readers; they would probably murder me because of it given the chance. XD

Warnings: Violence, Strong Language, Creepy-Person-Things and a Semi-Serious Yakko.

Disclaimer: I do not own Animaniacs. Anything related to real life places, people, and incidents is completely COINCIDENTAL. The only thing I claim is my OCs and the random plots I barf out. :D

Unwanted Visitor

"Soooo, Legs. How old are you?"

Felina felt amusement and annoyance tug at her lips at the situation that she was currently in. She was surprised that the toon named Yakko was still willing to talk to her after she bit his ear, especially since she had nearly passed out from laughing at the girlish scream he let loose. If she didn't know better, she would have thought she had burst her stitches, but settled for knowing that she had laughed herself into tears. Much to her pleasure, he had leapt off her lap in favor of rolling around on the floor while his ear pulsated a bright red, staying true to a toon's nature of over-exaggerating things. Even the angry-short stack was chuckling at what happened, but it ended as soon as he glared at her and demanded she stop laughing. The Warner sat up, winking at her as though he had meant for it all to happen, and hopped onto the chair across from her.

The 'interrogation' started, but the duo that were asking her questions were obvious amateurs. She had been arrested several times when she was younger, and it was always seasoned police officers that tried to squeeze answers from her, yet it was a childhood cartoon character and a foot tall man this time around? And to think she had once thought she had seen everything. The man – referred to as TP or Plotz, depending on the person speaking – was quick to anger, and would easily fall into little 'word traps' that allowed her to get the advantage over him. Once that happened, the dog-like toon would jump in to diffuse the tension. It was entertaining, and was buying her plenty of time to attempt to throw together a plan of escape so she was forcing herself to see it as an opportunity.

She could definitely feel the pain of landing after being shoved off of a building, even if a cake broke her fall, so every little movement sent sharp stabs up her back and the numbness in her legs were worrisome. Her mind was muddled, and was barely functioning the way she wanted, making it difficult to keep focused on her two tasks; deflecting the questions with vague answers, and finding a way to get out. Fortunately, she was no longer coughing up ink and blood, and the itching had stopped driving her nuts. That was the gold lining.

"You should never ask a lady her age, but I suppose I can humor you; older than dirt and younger than time." She managed to respond coolly.

Yakko pretended to jot that down on the pad of paper he had pulled out of his pants, "I see... Your favorite color?"

It took her a moment to think of an answer, "Dinosaur skin."

"Is that blue, yellow or green?"

"Why, somebody doesn't know his colors very well."

"I'll look on my sib's crayon box later."

"Perhaps you should run along and do that now. Your friend looks anxious to ask me something."

"I want to know about that bracelet!" Plotz screamed out in aggravation, stamping his feet, "Where and how did you get it?!"

"A family heirloom." Came her nonchalant retort, "Where did you get your information about me? Who's to say it's accurate?"

"Don't lie to me! And where I get my information is none of your- HEY!" Yakko snatched the paper out of his hand before he could finish his sentence, and she gave an amused smirk.

"I don't eat hay, but thanks for the offer."

"AUGH!" The man looked ready to bang his head against the wall, but settled for crossing his arms in a huff.

"You should really chill out, TP. Your blood pressure can't be very good." The chatterbox remarked, glancing at the paper, "Boy, your family doesn't seem to like you to hand over that information." Seeing her confused look, he held the letter out for her to see.

In miasma purple ink, it read; 'Sister'.

"I can't wait for us to meet in person again..." The rest of the woman's face came into view, her paleness accented by the darkness surrounding them, and she grasped Felina's hand, "Sister."

"Where did you get this?" She quietly hissed, a nervous feeling swelling in her gut, "Who gave this to you?!"

"Maybe I'll tell you; if you answer my questions!" The CEO shot back at her, "Now where did you get that bracelet?"

The thief slumped back in her chair, biting her lips in worry. That thing knew too much about her, and was somehow handing out information about her to people who could have her arrested on the spot. Who, or what, was it? What did it want from her? First, it apparently kidnaps her children, only to give them to her and shove her off a building! Every time she fell asleep, that Cheshire grin was there to haunt her! And now it was trying to get her tossed in jail? What was the point?! She needed to know who it was so she could get rid of it before it terrorized her children too! If she had to give up some information in exchange, then she could just shove her pride aside. She was on the verge of a fit knowing that the doppelganger knew so much about her!

"The New York City Museum."

"Don't lie! The Band of Sekhmet was secure in our vault!"

This made her blink in confusion, "I have the Band of Bast. The Band of Sekhmet is a myth that is supposed to reside in another dimension."

She could distinctly remember listen to an archaeologist rant and lecture for almost an hour how he spent most of his life searching for the artifact. He told her that if she could find the twin bracelets and sell them as a pair, then even her great-grandchildren would live the lives of billionaires. Of course, she dig around for information on it, but after two weeks, she decided it was a pot of crock when she ran into several madmen that practically dedicated their lives looking for it. If they couldn't locate it, then she wasn't wasting time on it; she'd let Tomb Raider handle it. Sure, having a pair of priceless artifacts would be a blessing from Heaven, but selling the Band of Bast that was still clasped on her wrist would still haul in a hefty price.

The CEO whipped a picture out of his pocket, shoving it in her face just as her son had done with his cards, "Look at this and tell that this isn't the bracelet you're wearing!"

Once again, she had to lean back to see what was being shown to her, revealing it to be a photo – no doubt for the insurance company to reference - of a golden bracelet sitting on a red velvet cushion with the hieroglyphs facing her, "That isn't the bracelet I'm wearing. Look at the hieroglyphs on the picture and look at the one on the band I'm wearing; they're completely different."

Giving her a doubtful look, Plotz walked behind her, followed closely by Yakko, who ended up snorting out a laugh, "She's right, TP. They don't have a thing in common."

"I answered your question. Now tell me where you got that information."

"It was on my desk the day you arrived! I thought it was the youngest Warner trying to pull a prank!" The short man puffed out, moving in front of her again, "I was going to question the three pains-in-the-neck, and I saw you landing on Warner Brothers property with two illegal human children!"

"Illegal?!" She glared, "Leonardo and Solara were born on American soil; they're perfectly legal!"

Though since she gave birth to them on the streets, she had to hold a gun to a doctor's head to have him sign the birth certificates and sneak them into the system, but she wasn't going to tell them that.

"No! They're not allowed here in our world!"

"What do you mean by that?!" She snarled at him, jumping when she felt hands on her shoulders, rubbing them in what she guessed was intended to be a relaxing way.

"He means that here in Toon Land, humans aren't allowed without the authorization of certain officials. Meaning they're illegal if they're humans without papers." Yakko explained, massaging her shoulders for a few seconds before she tried to bite his hand, "Eaaasy Legs."

"'Toon Land'? What-when?" She shook her head; they probably didn't know how her family got there anymore than she did, "If we're in your world, then send us back!"

"Uhhhh... We can send the kids back, but you would have to stay. The same rules apply to 3D Land-" He caught her frown and explained, "The human world. An unauthorized toon can't cross over either."

"My kids aren't going anywhere without me." A deep rumbling growl emitted from her chest involuntarily, and she could feel her tail thumping against the chair in aggravation.

"That's not your choice!" Plotz shot at her.

"Then make it your choice! I don't have a problem with knocking in a few skulls to keep my kids!"

"See! Right there! You're a violent street urchin that should be locked up for the rest of your life!"

"I would love to see you try!"

"That's it! I'm calling the police! I want you and your little brats out of my misery!"

"Hang on everybody!" The Warner stepped between the two before a glaring contest could ensue, "Let's rewind a bit because I'm still confused about something." He looked at her curiously, "Why would your own sister give info about you to somebody whose obviously going to use it against you?" He looked over his shoulder at the CEO, "No offense TP."

The man shrugged, "I was wondering the same thing."

The thief turned her head to the side and scrunched her eyes shut, feeling her body trembling slightly at the memory of the being that let the darkness swallowing her whole, "I don't have a sister."

Yakko frowned, staring at the page written in a choppy cursive, "Then why does Leo keep talking about having an 'aunt'?"

Felina look at him, her eyes wide with astonishment, "What?"

"He keeps telling us about his 'aunty' that pushed you off a roof." He dug around in his pocket for a second, then pulled out a piece of paper, showing it to her, "He drew this picture of her last night."

She moved to reach for it, but the handcuffs on her wrists prevented her, so she leaned forward to get a closer look. It was colored primarily black, and in the center, there was a headless stick figure holding it large, round head. Straight, black hair framed the face, and two, thin, bright purple triangles served for eyes while a mouth full of jagged teeth grinned sinisterly up at her. Her stomach dropped, and her blood ran cold; Leonardo had come in contact with that thing! She couldn't tear her eyes away from it, taking in the way it stood alone in the almost completely black page, screaming similarities to her 'dreams'. How could Leo have seen it too?!

A gasp escaped her lips when the head spun on the paper, and the stick figure's body swirled until it was a stick figure with a triangle for a body, the top part of the triangle being a deep red, while the rest was white. The head of this figure was attached, but the eyes were large and round, while colored a pale blue, appearing terrified and maroon colored scribbles were what she assumed was her own hair. The black background began to move, swarming the new stick figure as it suddenly reached for her as everything but parts of its face and body became engulfed exactly the same way she had been.

Yakko saw her mortified look, and looked at the paper to see what was wrong, instantly dropping it like it was on fire, "WHOA!"

The picture fluttered to the ground, and the second it landed, the stick figure version of her was swallowed up completely, leaving nothing but a completely black page. Plotz had seen it too by that point, and was pointing at the black page with his mouth agape, while Yakko looked at her with a deer-in-headlights look. Then suddenly, a pale, white arm shot out of the page, slapping a hand onto the concrete ground which caused the two male toons to jump back in shock as she did her best to shrink away from it. A head of black hair rose up through a growing pool of black that was originally the paper, and a too-familiar grin greeted her as another arm helped pulled its torso out of the pool.

That thing belonged in a horror movie.

"Hello again, Felina... Dearest Sister..." She ran her tongue across her pointed teeth, "I see you are looking wonderful. How was your trip? There iss nothing like a good fall to grant your wishes..."

Rage ripped through Felina as she yanked furiously against her binds, feeling as though she was on the verge of roaring with the sheer amount of fury in her, "You fucking bitch!"

It chortled, holding up a finger to its lips as if to shush her, "I would watch my tongue if I were you... Toons enjoy handing out censoring tape... Now that you are one, I would abide by their rules."

Yakko cautiously stepped around the torso in the middle of the floor and stood beside the thief to get a better look at the newcomer, "Yikes!"

She simply grinned at him, resting her head on her hand, "I came to see how she was. I did try to kill her and her whelps after all. I am veerry pleased she survived. He will be so angry... Hehehehe." Suddenly, the torso spun around, facing Plotz, who 'meeped!' in terror, "And you. I thought I had given you the proper authorization papers to ensure that my darling niece and nephew would remain right here in Burbank. Quit playing around and do as you like with dear Felina."

"Y-y-you left those? Oh, I-I-I had n-n-no idea!" The CEO stammered.

"What the Hell do you want from me?" Felina spat out, trying to get her legs free so she could kick at the head, "You tried to kill us, yet you gave that slimy little rat authorization papers?! What are you playing at?!"

It whipped around to face her, and for once, it wasn't smiling and the eyes turned a blazing red, "You WANTED this. Killing you and your disgusting brats is the only way to activate the Band of Bast, you IGNORANT fool." Black specks of spit landed on her, and Yakko had ducked behind her chair, peeking over her shoulder slightly, "A deal is a deal." It seemed to notice that it had lost its temper, and the eyes returned to a miasma purple, and a grin returning to its lips, "'A soul stained with mud signed a contract in blood; sixteen years of darkness in exchange for a chance at happiness.'"

"Well that sounds awfully morbid." The Warner behind Felina pointed out, "Try to remember that we have younger kids reading this story too!"

Its grin grew more, but that was the only acknowledgment Yakko got. "Fifteen down Felina... You had better make this last one count..." The torso was suddenly hovering over her, the pool of black stretching so it could reach her and its hands were cupping her face, "If you fail to uphold your end of the contract... Let's just say that you won't enjoy the repercussions..."

"Shark Teeth. Listen. Have you ever heard of personal space?" The dog-like toon managed to get in between it and the thief, standing on Felina's lap so he could see eye to eye with it, "It's a wonderful concept! Just back up and try it out!"

Annoyed, Felina jerked her legs to the side, sending him tumbling to the floor, "Try it yourself before you recommend it to others." By this time, the look-a-like was beginning to sink back into the paper, "What's my end of this so-called contract I signed?"

"Why should I remind you? It is no fault of mine that you lack the ability to remember." It gave Plotz a final glance, "If you do not heed obey my demand, then you shall truly feel... Regret." When Yakko sat up, it released a hissing laugh, "I will gladly kill you should you interfere with Felina's deadline."

With that, it was gone, leaving behind nothing but a blank piece of paper and a sense of dread.

"Well I don't know about anybody else, but I think I'm gonna have nightmares for a week." Yakko stated, crossing his arms and looked up at Felina, who was glaring harshly at the paper, "I guess that was somebody you knew? She called you sister."

"When I was human-" The words tasted like ash in her mouth, but she forced herself to continue, "She looked similar to me. She's also the one that tried to murder my family."

"I won't stand for this harassment!" Plotz screamed, "Those kids are going straight to the human world!" The second he said that, the lights flickered and he laughed nervously, "I was just kidding! In fact, we'll get them a home set up right now! Yakko, get those ropes off of her! She's going to be working for me from now on!"

"What."

Wasn't she just having a screaming bout with this guy and now that her creepy doppelganger threatened him, he was okay with her? He was going to let her go and employ her? This made absolutely no sense! Just a moment ago, he was ready to toss her into jail! Was he that much of a coward that he would risk getting into legal troubles to keep her around? Not that she would go along with it; as soon as that perverted toon unlocked her handcuffs, she was going to grab her kids and run for it. If that thing wanted her kids in Burbank, then she was hauling ass to China. The more distance the better! Did it/she really think that she would play along with its little game? She didn't recall ever signing a contract, therefore she felt that she owed nothing to whatever it was and had no obligations to fulfill 'one more year of darkness'.

"You heard me! From now on, you're going to work for me if you want to stick around your kids!" The CEO watched as Yakko began untying the ropes around her ankles, "Whatever that thing was, I don't want it coming back and I'm not leaving your kids in the hands of the Warners! They'll cause more trouble than they're worth! So I'll let you live here on the studio lot, see your twerps and I'll even hide you from the cops and pay you for your work." He jumped onto Yakko's head, which caused him to crash his nose against her knee as Plotz poked her chest harshly, "But one little screw up... If you even dare to steal a pencil... You're going straight to jail!"

He hopped down, grumbling about being tricked into allowing her to stick around and opened the door to holler out, "SCRATCHANSNIFF! Bring in the contract!"

Her eyebrows lifted in surprise, "'Contract'?"

"TP was planning on getting you to work for him anyways." The toon slumped over her knee stated, though his voice was muffled by her fur. "Couldn't you tell? Even before Shark Teeth popped in, he was going demand you worked for the papers."

At the end of her patience, she glared and tried to shake him off of her leg, "You little... Why the Hell couldn't you just come out and say that before that thing came along to speed the process up!?"

He lifted his head, and she could see him starting to smile at her coyly again, "Well... Would that have been any fun? It's not everyday that you get to see something that comes straight out of a horror movie." He climbed into her lap as the doctor stepped inside the room, discussing papers with Plotz as Yakko leaned closer to her to whisper, "You're not thinking of running away, are you?"

This made her snort, "As if I would tell you."

"Listen, if you somehow managed to escape the lot in the condition you're in, you would get caught within seconds. There aren't many humans in these parts, and if you get spotted, then you'll be tossed in a cage and Leo and Solara will get sent to 3D Land without you." He explained, and when the doctor looked at him, he wrapped his arms around her neck making her glare at the wall in annoyance, but she understood he was making it look as though he was performing was she guessed was his usual act of obnoxiousness. "There's only two ways to get in and out of Toon Land, and only a handful of people know it. None of them would be willing to tell or take you to them."

"What's your point?" Felina snapped irritably, sorely tempted to bite his ear again.

"My point is; do you really think that's the best option for your kids? Plotz is signing the contract too and toons are unable to break contracts no matter how hard they try. He would have to uphold his part of the bargain, as long as you manage to keep up your end too."

He did have a point. If somebody was offering her temporary security, then surely she would be able to tough it up and suffer for her babies? She should be excited that the chance was all falling in her lap like this, but the fact that that monster knew where she was, and obviously wanted her to stick around was a bit disconcerting. Why should she do what it wanted her to do? It made her more open to another attack! On the other hand, she was horribly tired of her constant running from the law, and her children were too no doubt. The short break from the running would give her time to recover completely from her fall, and she could earn money legally. She never had the opportunity to have a job, and had always been forced to turn to thievery to keep herself alive, then once she had Leonardo, she became more and more desperate to be certain that he children were fed. Having a secure job would be a blessing.

"Are you really going to pass up the chance?" He slid off her lap, and placed his hands on his hips, "Even if there's a creepy gal running around? From the way you handled Ralph, I bet you could take her on in your sleep."

If only he knew. She bitterly thought back to the several nightmares, remembering how she had been easily overpowered in each one.

A paper was pushed in front of her face, and she felt one of her hands being free from the cuffs, but the back of her chair took its spot to prevent her from using her other arm, "C'mon Legs; sign this and we'll take you to the showers! You're starting to smell funny."

Felina really wanted to kill that toon.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading this far! Please let me know what you think and let me know how I can improve! c: