"I'm not sayin' anything."

Harold forced his growing rage under control, limiting himself to slamming a hand on the table. The suspect twitched, his handcuffs rattling.

"Listen, scumbag, I'm not known for my patience," Harold growled. "And if a kid's safety is in question, I can do a lot for the information I need."

The officer nearby glanced at him with slight unease, but nodded.

"I'd believe it if I were you."

The suspect kept glaring, but the faintest trace of unease was visible on his face.

"Oh, yeah? What you gonna do, pound it outta me?"

Harold looked at him coldly.

"Appealing as that is, I'm not willing to risk the investigation."

He crossed his arms and put on a thoughtful look.

"There's plenty of loose lips in a police station. Suppose word leaks out that a TC suspect is offering to cooperate with us. Say... give information about a bigger organization."

He narrowed his eyes.

"Maybe the force can't spare protection for the suspect."

He could almost hear the blood drain from the man's face.

"Y-you can't do that... do you have any idea..."

"What they'd do?" Harold shrugged. "You got yourself in this mess. How it might affect you really isn't our problem."

"Shit." The suspect pulled on his handcuffs, twitching nervously. "Dammit, I guess I have no other choice."

"You're right, you don't." Harold deadpanned.

The suspect sighed. "Alright, fine, you win. I'll tell you what you want to know, it's not like i'm ever gonna get out of here..."

Harold took a seat on the opposite side of the table, curiosity and stress was etched on his face. "I'm waiting."

"Alright, listen..." The suspect leaned in closer to Harold. "These guys in black suits came to us, said they needed our help with something. They offered us money in exchange for specific toons. I don't know shit about who they are or why they wanted them, but as long as money was involved, we didn't ask any questions."

Harold pulled out a notepad and began writing hastily.

"Most of the toons they wanted were poor no-names, and were very easy to get. Others, like Wakko, were a bit of a challenge. We spent a few weeks spying on him and his family. When his brother and sister left him home-alone, we knew that was the perfect time to snatch him."

Harold eyed the man curiously, trying his best to not reach across the table and punch him.

"It was all so easy. I was enjoying a cigar, waiting for the right time to move. We took every precaution, even faking accents whenever we were in public just to make sure our voices wouldn't be recognizable."

Harold felt a dangerous rage building up inside of him. He clenched his fist and swallowed his pride as he continued to patiently listen to the man's story.

"It was perfect. We knew driving an ice cream truck would only make it easier for us. The kid didn't even know what hit him."

"I don't give a damn on 'how' you got him, I want to know who you gave him to!" Harold yelled, slamming a fist on the table.

"Did you not hear what I said? I said I don't know shit about 'who' or 'what' they are! Damn, you toons are dense!"

Harold glared at the man for a moment, then kicked the chair out from under him as he turned to the officer in the room.

"Take this filth away, he's gonna spend a nice long time here."

The officer nodded and stood the man up.

"C'mon, move it!"

After the suspect was shoved out of the interview room, Harold took out his notebook again, scanning what he'd written. Letting out a sigh, he snapped it shut and headed for his office. He had some information. Now he just needed to figure out what it meant.


Nothing but blank white walls stretched to his left and right, with no doors, no windows, and no other person in sight. Wakko felt more and more scared as he looked around.

"Hello...?" Only his voice echoed back. "Hello? Is anyone here?!"

Still no reply came. Terror began numbing his senses and Wakko found it pushing his legs to run. He tore down the blank white corridor, his voice now shrill with panic as he kept shouting.

"SOMEONE! PLEASE, HELP!"

A sudden, familiar voice cut through the panicked haze. Wakko didn't catch the words, but it still made him freeze. Hope slowly replaced the fear.

"Yakko?"

The warm, comforting voice of his brother was quickly replaced with a harsh, demonic sounding growl.

Tears filled Wakko's eyes as the panic and terror set back in. He ran, attempting to flee the demonic voice that seemingly never got anymore distant.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!"

Wakko sat up in his bed, hyperventilating and completely drenched in sweat. He placed his hands over his eyes, trying to remove the horrific sounds and images from the nightmare he just had.

He sighed, desperately wishing he had his siblings to comfort him.

That's how it worked with his family. If any one of them was scared, hurt, or just upset, they were always there for each other, no matter what. Even Yakko would have his moments of fear and anxiety.

"It's just a dream…" he whispered, shivering. "That's it… nothing's here."

He'd had bad dreams before, but something was different about this one. It all seemed so real that even now he could barely distinguish it from reality. As he tried to push the horrible thoughts of the nightmare out of his mind, he suddenly thought of the injections everyone got yesterday. Was it possible that… they were doing this?

The thought was so crazy, even for Wakko, that he shook his head.

No way… shots can't do that for real.

He slowly lay back down, but as he stared up at the ceiling, a tingling of foreboding remained in the back of his mind.

What are they doing with us?

Wakko clamped his eyes shut, trying his best to get back to sleep. It was no use… fear and anxiety filled his mind and sleep was something that was too far-fetched for him.

Tears slowly trickled down his cheeks, despite his efforts not to let them escape. He pulled his blanket over his head and buried his face into his pillow, trying desperately to drown out the reality of his situation.

This last week has been rough. My grandma passed away on friday, I lost a good friend, and my favorite youth leader has resigned from being a youth leader. Its been rough, and this chapter was suppose to be a bit longer, but I haven't had the time to write much because of everything that has happened, and I don't want to make Kayla become stressed out with it. Thanks for reading, and don't forget to review :).