A/N: Before you start reading, I would like to say that I am dedicating this chapter to Stripe-fur . She is an amazing friend and I just wanted to thank her so much for letting me be a part of one of her books, "dare/ask us (Animaniacs)". Please go check out that book, it's amazing and it doesn't get as much attention as it should. Okay on to the story!

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"What flavor would you like Wakko?" I asked.
"Strawberry!"
"One strawberry and a vanilla please." I told the waiter.
"Oh and can you put sprinkles on top? And maybe some chocolate syrup. And some caramel syrup. And-"
I put my hand over Wakko's mouth, "Just the strawberry and vanilla thanks." I chuckled.
"Y/N?" Wakko asked.
"Yeah?"
"How come you came to Warner brothers?"
Should I tell him the truth?
... Nah
"I-I came because- because I've always wanted to be a costume designer and since my sister got a job here, I figured, so could I." I replied.
"Oh. Okay. Cool."
"Something wrong?" I asked.
"I was just wondering, why do you hang out with us? Most people, when they see us, they run away and scream in fear." He gloomily replied.
"Wakko..." I held him in a tight embrace, "I hang out with you because you're my friends. And if people run away from you, they don't know you well enough. On the inside, you're just normal kids -kid's who are a bit zany- but kids, and no one should judge by what's on the outside. Do you understand?"
Tears started rolling down his face, "Yeah, I get it. Th-thanks Y/N."
"Excuse me miss? Here's your ice cream." The waiter interrupted.
"Thank you."