I hate what I’ve become, the nightmare’s just begun. I must confess that I feel like a monster. - Skillet
“Cancel their contract!”
The Warner Bros. CEO was enraged. He’d just seen Wakko’s own cartoon, “Yankee Doodle Warners”, and he was less than pleased. No, he was fucking livid.
Wakko couldn’t hold back tears, letting them fall. After Weed Memlo had quit, he took it upon himself to sit down and start working on his own cartoon; he’d hired another director to help him with it: Joseph Mankiewicz. When he had finished, Wakko called it “Yankee Doodle Warners”. He’d worked hard on that film, completed it to his version of perfection, and it was immediately dismissed as trash.
Yakko, Wakko and Dot all watched as the CEO ripped up their contract. Trash. Wakko’s own cartoon, that he had worked so hard on, dismissed as trash. But then… he saw red. From the moment Wakko saw the mess of torn up paper fall at his feet, he snapped. Tears poured freely down his cheeks as he bared his teeth, growling deeply before lunging forward and latched onto Ben’s arm, his sharp, pointy teeth sinking deeply into his skin and drawing blood.
So much blood.
Ben abruptly pushed Wakko off him, staggering back as his hand flew to his bloody arm. “Y-you monster!” the CEO glowered at him, holding his arm; no one could believe that Wakko actually had the audacity to attack anyone other than him like that.
And that was only just the beginning of a nightmare to come.