Hello everyone! QueenofWords1 here and I'm presenting you with a new story! This story is an AU of my fanfic Crazy Not Zany, but for those of you who read it, reading this fanfic here will not spoil the other. Just want to put that out there. I suggest not treading lightly into this story, it is intended for horror and is a creepypasta. But if you like that, then go ahead and read.

Without further ado, enjoy.

"Good afternoon, sir!"

Weed Memlo nods at the secretary and walks up to her desk. She greets him with a polite smile, a courtesy he is used to seeing among most staff at Warner Brother studios. Even the old guard at the post just near the studio's gates welcomes him with a hello and a tip of his hat. Memlo stops before the desk, setting up a small brown briefcase on her desk.

"I have an appointment with Thaddeus Plotz," Memlo says. "One-thirty sharp."

"Do you?" The secretary raises a brow, tapping away at her desk computer. "Well, let's see here…"

"It's urgent I get these important-" Memlo stops speaking as a shrill shout comes from within the office of Mr. Plotz. He glances in its direction a moment before returning his attention to the secretary. "...papers to the CEO! They must go to Mr. Plotz immediately."

"I see your appointment here, Mr…" She squints at her laptop screen. "Mr. Memlo. Well, I'm afraid there must have been a mix-up, Mr. Plotz is busy right now with some clients."

"Is he?" Memlo eyes the secretary a moment as if contemplating what to say next. His voice raises, only a tad, but enough to assure the secretary of his offense. "I can assure you I spoke with Mr. Plotz personally about this appointment. How can he be busy now?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Memlo, but once the Warners are done with their appointment, you may go in." The secretary noticed the man had visibly gone rigid halfway through her sentence. "Sir?"

"Did-did you say the Warners?" He stutters, adjusting his tie in a fidgeting way.

The secretary opens her mouth to speak, but a crash startles her from continuing the sentence.

"WARNERS!" Childish giggles and laughter soon drown out the CEO's furious shout. In the time it took for Memlo to look toward the office doors, said doors burst open.

"OUT! OUT! OUT!" Thaddeus Plotz screams as three puppycat toon children rush out of doors with large smiles on their faces, but as soon as they are kicked out, they're quick to turn to the red-faced CEO and grin.

"Nice talking to ya, Plotzy!" Yakko smirks.

"We can't wait until next month's meeting!" Dot giggles while placing her hands behind her back in a modest manner.

"We'll bring donuts!" Wakko manages to get in just as the CEO slams his doors close, making all three Warners flinch, but keep their expressions cheery.

A thud captures their attention and in unison, all three heads turn towards the source. A quick gasp escapes Memlo, who had begun to reach for his briefcase, which had fallen, but straightens up in alarm upon sighting their eager and toothy smiles. As the secretary chooses to hide behind her desk, the Warners bounce into action and skip on over to the man.

"Memlo!" Yakko exclaims, first to pounce on the man's back, wrapping his arms around Memlo's neck. "Long time no see!"

"Where have you been, doll?" Dot was next to cling to Memlo's leg, followed by Wakko who took Memlo's arm and swung off it like a monkey. "You never visit!"

"I-No, don't-wait-!" Memlo visibly pales as the Warners climb on his body. He then makes work to remove them. "Get off, this instant!"

His attempts are futile as the Warners tighten their grips on his limbs, yet he manages to shake Wakko off his arms, making the middle child jump off. Wakko gives Memlo a cheeky grin as his siblings snigger in Memlo's attempts to remove them. Wakko then notices the briefcase on the floor.

"Ooh! Did you bring us presents?" Wakko asks, grasping the clasps on the briefcase.

"Wait!"

Memlo's warning came too late. As soon as the briefcase's clasps were unlatched, papers shot out of the case's inside, slamming into the middle child and sending him across the room. His siblings watch in astonishment as an unimaginable amount of paper flies out of the briefcase and flies all over the room. To their surprise, they had let Memlo go, who took this chance to grab what he could of the paperwork that continued to exit the briefcase. As the man scurried around, the eldest and youngest Warners rushed to their brother. Wakko sat in a pile of papers, his eyes rolling around on his face like googly eyes. He holds his head as his eyes readjust themselves back on his face properly. One blink later and he looks into the eyes of his concerned siblings.

"You okay, Waks?" Yakko asks, helping Wakko up to his feet.

"Yeah," Wakko replies, looking up and watching some loose papers fall onto the floor.

Dot holds out a hand, catching one of these papers. "Memlo sure has a lot of paperwork."

Yakko peeks a look toward Memlo, who has yet to finish picking up the flood of paperwork. His ears perk up at the frantic muttering the man is making. He turns to his siblings, who in turn look at him, and they all seem to agree on the same thing. They each pick up a few sheets and walk over to Memlo. With his back to the Warners, Memlo doesn't see them come up to him, but he jumps once the eldest Warner taps on his back. He sharply turns around.

"Ahhh, here!" Yakko smiles, holding up the papers he has to Memlo. His siblings mirror him. Not a beat later, Memlo snatches the papers from their hands.

"Gimmie those!" Memlo snaps, stuffing the papers with the rest in his arms. He moves past the Warners whose heads follow him as he marches over to the briefcase, which has long stopped shooting papers out. Yakko frowns and approaches Memlo.

"You know, a thank you would be nice-"

"I have no time." Memlo's words weren't harsh, but they were rushed. He stuffs the papers back in the briefcase and shuts it, locking the clasps back in place. He picks himself up, adjusting his tie and holding the briefcase. "Goodbye Warners."

"But you just got here!" Dot whines as Memlo walks over to the office doors.

As Memlo leaves to see Plotz, Wakko notices a yellow envelope hiding under one of the waiting chairs in the room. He grabs it.

"But you forgot-" Wakko flinches as the door slams. He deflates. "...your letter."

Not a beat later, Yakko waves a dismissive hand. "Ehh, come on sibs. He's got more important matters to do."

The eldest Warner walks for the exit and his sister follows. Wakko stands there for a moment, watching the office doors before looking down at the yellow envelope. He stuffs it into the pocket of his sweater and runs after his siblings.

…

"Mr. Memlo!" Plotz enthusiastically greets the man with a shake of his hand. "Please, take a seat."

Memlo sets his briefcase on the side of his chair, sitting down and facing the CEO who takes his seat as well. With the minor exception of the broken filing cabinet in the corner of the room, the office was in functioning order. Plotz instinctively lines up the papers he has set up before him. Memlo was quite aware of the contract before him, even pleasantly awaiting to sign this contract, but pleasantries came first before work.

"How has your day been, Thaddeus?"

"Ah, it has its usual…flair to it I suppose." Plotz swallowed, briefly looking at the broken filing cabinet before returning his gaze to Memlo. "Though I believe you caught that on the way in, did you not?"

"Yes, unfortunately." Memlo sets his hands in his lap. A moment passes. "The Warners haven't been any more trouble than usual, have they?"

"Other than their usual zany antics, no." Plotz clicks his tongue in displeasure. "If they weren't Warner Brother property I would have done away with them long ago."

Memlo nods. "Of course."

Plotz claps his hands, a smile taking over his face. "Well now, I don't want to take up any more of your time. Let us get this over with, shall we?"

"Yes," Memlo brings up his briefcase to his lap. He pauses for a second, his expression turning nervous. "I should warn you, our um…friend caused a bit of an episode before I brought him in."

Plotz's smile falters, reflecting his anxiousness. "Then let's open the case with caution. Agreed?"

Memlo nods again, inhaling before he thumbs the clasps. With a click they open. Plotz recoils in fear, expecting something, or anything at all to happen…but nothing did. Confusion befalls the CEO. He looks over the desk.

"Um, that's odd." Memlo says, a mixture of surprise and relief on his face. "Earlier he made my paperwork fly out…maybe he fell asleep."

"Well, bring him out." Plotz orders. Memlo reaches into the briefcase, moving around the papers within. After a minute of searching, the man's face begins to pale considerably. "What? What's wrong?"

"No, no, no!" Memlo stands up and dumps the entirety of his briefcase onto Plotz's desk. There are papers, notes, and other business papers, yet the sight makes Memlo frantic. He spreads the paperwork everywhere, even scrunching up papers into his hands to get a better view of underneath. "This can't be happening!"

"For heaven's sake, what is wrong Memlo?" Plotz asks, dread filling him.

Memlo snaps his head up, eyes wavering with panic.

"The envelope…it's gone!"

…

"Yakko, can we have pizza for dinner?"

Yakko studies the curious look of his little brother. The trio was closing in on the tower, and as the eldest brother allowed his siblings to go up the ladder, he contemplated Wakko's question.

"I don't see why not," Yakko grins, to which Wakko mimics as he climbs up the ladder. Once the Warner sister climbs on up, Yakko follows. They are halfway up the ladder when Wakko pauses. The abrupt stop forces Dot to collide with her brother, along with Yakko who bumps into her. Dot grunts and looks up at Wakko, whose ears are perked upward.

"Wakko, what's the deal?" Dot asks in annoyance.

Wakko looks downward at his siblings, a look of puzzlement on his face. "Do you guys hear humming?"

"Humming?" Yakko repeats. "No, I don't hear humming. Do you hear humming, Dot?"

She shakes her head. "Nuh-uh."

Wakko's brow furrows. "Huh…"

He continues up the ladder. Dot and Yakko shoot one another a look before shrugging and climbing up the rest of the ladder. They reach the catwalk and follow the middle child over to the water tower door. Wakko opens the door, allowing both siblings to enter.

"...zany to the max…"

Yakko pauses and looks back at Wakko. "You say something?"

Wakko looks up, perplexed. "No."

"You sure?" Yakko asks, eyeing the middle child closely. Unfortunately, Yakko could not see a speck of anything to reveal if Wakko was deceiving him. "It sounded like singing."

Wakko shakes his head. "Wasn't me."

Dot notices her two brothers talking by the door. "What's going on?"

Yakko scratches his head. "I could have sworn…ah, never mind."

The eldest moves inside, allowing Wakko to close the door behind them.

"...come join the Warner brothers and the Warner sister, Dot!"

Yakko hurls his head right around, just as Dot does the same, both turning to Wakko. The younger sibling stood frozen. His eyes shift from Yakko to Dot.

"Now that I heard," Dot says, before crossing her arms. "Wakko, what's with the singing?"

"It's not me! I swear!" Wakko protests.

"Just for fun, we run around the Warner movie lot!"

All their eyes travel downward, near the pit of Wakko's stomach. Wakko holds his belly, eyes widening.

"I didn't know my stomach could do that…" Wakko gulps.

Dot rolls her eyes. "Wakko, I don't think that's your stomach."

Wakko meets his sister's eyes. "Then what is it?"

"They lock us in the water tower whenever we get caught…"

Their eyes lock onto Wakko's stomach once more. Yakko gestures to his siblings to be silent and approaches Wakko, who stays stiff.

"But we break loose and then vamoose…"

Yakko lowers himself onto his knees, his ear to Wakko's belly, and listens.

"...and now you know the plot!" Yakko's ear twitches to the voice. It is muffled sounding, but clear as a bell. His eyes travel to Wakko's pocket.

"Wakko, clear your pockets."

Wakko blinks. "Why?"

"Just do it." Yakko insists, standing up.

Wakko looks down at his sweater pockets and begins to empty them. His siblings watch as he drops candies, a wrapped sandwich, various tools, the TV remote-

"Hey, I was looking for that!" Dot rants.

"Oops." Wakko sheepishly smiles and reaches into his pockets once more, yanking out a bright yellow envelope. He holds it up and spots some writing on the edge of it. He squints at the letters. "Confidential?"

"We're Animaniacs…"

Wakko starts, nearly dropping the envelope as the voice booms from within. He and his siblings circle the envelope, curiosity filling their faces. They meet each other's eyes before setting their gazes upon the envelope. Wakko thumbs the opening, ripping it, and reaches inside. His fingers feel the edge of a sheet and he pulls it out. His eyes proceed to the page's front. His eyes go wide.

"Wakko?" Yakko asks, coming around to the boy's side to see the page. His sister does the same and they both stand at Wakko's side, looking down at the paper. Surprise washes over their faces.

Before them, a drawing of a toon was on the page. At least they assumed it was a drawing until they noticed it was moving. The figure, as far as they could see, wore a white jacket and some brown slacks. He sat with their back to them, legs curled up to their chest, rocking back and forth. His head was down, so they could not see his face, but visible to them were his furry ears and tail, similar features the Warners held. Yet his fur was blue in color and matted. For a brief moment, the Warners could not comprehend what they were seeing, until they heard the voice once more.

"Dot is cute, and Yakko yaks. Wakko packs away the snacks…" The toon sang. His voice was soothing, singing the theme song like a lullaby, yet at the last word, the tune falters, his voice filled with emotion. The figure shudders, and there is a pause before his head sinks lower onto his knees.

"...while cousin Issac, that hack, plans to rule, but Warners know best and put him to the test…"

Yakko's expression melts into mystification. He eyeballs his siblings who share the same reaction as him. Those were not the lyrics to their song…

"We're Animaniacs…"

"Yakko," Wakko's voice was quiet, and uncertain as he faced his older brother. "Is he okay?"

Yakko pursed his lips, unsure how to answer that. Nothing about this was okay… He looks back at the toon on the paper Wakko still held. He notices how Wakko's hands grip the page tightly, but his hands are tense. Yakko gingerly takes the page from Wakko, as if he were being handed an infant. Despite the dread filling his stomach, Yakko forced his eyes to the toon.

"I'm not sure, Wakko," Yakko answers him honestly. His ears lift at the toon's humming. Dot frowns at the toon's eerie singing.

"I don't like this." Dot hugs her arms.

"Me neither." Wakko timidly nods.

Yakko made himself look back to the toon, whose humming grew louder.

"Meet Maddie, whose another one of us. There are five altogether. For better or for worse. We're the welcome committee, no need to be alert. The writers flipped. We have no script. Why bother to rehearse…?"

Yakko concentrated on the words. The fact was, it sounded like their theme song, but the way the toon was singing it was all sorts of wrong. The toon's voice sounds hollow and empty, and only on occasion did it bring an awful fake cheerfulness to it. This lullaby was not happy, and its composer felt the need to express that. Yakko was sure this toon wasn't even aware of the audience he had captured. With a hesitant hand, he lowers a finger to the page, hovering right where the toon's shoulder is.

"Yakko, what are you doing?" Dot hisses, her eyes shooting from her brother and then to the page. Yakko faces his sister, a smile of reassurance settling on his face. He could see it in her eyes she didn't want him to bother the toon.

"We should at least let him know we're here." Yakko turned his attention back to the page. He nudges the paper.

All singing stopped. The boy on the page froze. Yakko, whose finger is still on the page, anticipated the toon would do something more, but he just sat there, silent. His siblings drew closer, their faces all crowding the page. Unable to bear the silence, Yakko cleared his throat.

"Hey there," Yakko smiles, withdrawing his hand back, feeling the need to give the boy his time to adjust. The boy's ear twitches to his words. Yakko perks up. "Sorry to disturb you, but we thought it was best to let you know we were here."

Silence.

Yakko's smile falters. Except for the twitching of the boy's ear, there wasn't much of an indicator that he was listening. Yakko ponders and grins.

"Oh, I see! We startled you!" Yakko chuckles. "It's okay, we don't bite."

"Only if you want us to!" Wakko joined in.

"Got a name, kid?" Dot asks, putting on her best cute smile.

Yakko's reassurance that his siblings were handling the situation better now was confirmed by their ability to join him in their usual banter. But it still didn't slap away the bundle of nerves he felt when the boy in the paper didn't speak once more. Wakko and Dot both eyed one another and then their brother before returning to look at the boy. Their smiles slipped into frowns of concern. Yakko mirrored their concern.

"Hey, um, kid?" Yakko nudged the paper again, poking the toon's shoulder. "Are you okay-"

It happened too fast for any of the Warners to react. A gloved hand shoots out of the paper, grasping Yakko's wrist. A collection of gasps rose from Yakko's siblings, with Yakko transfixed on the hand grabbing his arm. His confusion transforms into pain.

"HEY-OWOWOW-LET GO!" Yakko screams, tugging his arm back, which only made the claws it had to dig deeper into his flesh.

Immediately, Wakko grabs the length of the hand and begins to pull back, trying to separate his brother from the hand. Dot pulls on Yakko, attempting to do the same. Still panicked, the eldest Warner sibling attempts to wrench his arm free. He snaps his gaze forward.

Bloodshot. Bulging. Glassy. The first three words Yakko thought of when he met the boy's eyes. Despite the situation he found himself in, and the horrid pain traveling down his arm, Yakko couldn't break his gaze away. His breath hitches in his throat. Jagged scars crawled over the boy's soft furry white face. Each was thick and distorts the flesh of his face. A few of these thick scars travel down under the neck of the green polo the boy wore. The pit in Yakko's stomach upon viewing the boy's strained, but impassive expression. He was on all fours, the one hand that clung to Yakko's wrist holding tight and refusing to let go. He gasps as sharp pricks pinch into his flesh.

"Get him off!" Yakko cries.

"We're trying!" Dot shrieks, her brother's whimpering and shouts pushing her to pull on Yakko's opposing arm with more strength. The sight of red dripping down Yakko's arm made her eyes widen and she stifled a cry of her own.

Wakko furiously pulls on the boy's arm, trying to free his brother. His eyes snap to the blood cruising through Yakko's fur. He growls and with a swift coordination, his teeth latch onto the boy's arm.

A shrill shriek echoes into the air.

Dot yelps as Yakko falls backward onto her, his wrist free. Yakko cradles his arm against his chest, heaving from the sharp aches that explored his arm.

Wakko opens his eyes, having closed them upon biting down on the arm. His eyes shifted to the end of the arm, where the hand was rigid, in clear agony. He releases the arm, it swiftly escaping back into the page. With nothing to hold it, the paper falls to the ground. Wakko stares at it and then picks up on his brother's labored breathing. He runs to Yakko.

"Yakko!" Wakko shouts, his brow furrowing with worry. "Are you okay?"

Yakko blinks away the few tears that flood his eyes and gives his siblings a trembling smile. "I-I'm okay…"

Dot tenderly touches Yakko's arm to investigate it, and frowns at Yakko's hiss of pain. "It looks bad, Yakko."

"I'm okay, I swear." Yakko tries to put on a brave face. "I'll be fine…"

His voice trails off. His ears lift at the sound of sobbing. Yakko is quick to look over his siblings but they both were devoid of tears. All three Warners slowly turn their heads toward the paper. It lay motionless on the ground, sharp gasps and wet cries coming from it. The sobs increase in volume until it's all they can hear.

"Yakko?" Dot's whisper is so low, that Yakko almost misses it. "What do we do?"

Yakko's lips form into a thin line.

"I'm not sure…"