By WakkoRyan
A/N: I began writing this in July 2004 I think, so if you think it's a plot hole that WakkoRyan is just being introduced in this fanfic when he's already been in several by Carley (banjkazfan) then that's why.
I Wonder If This Works:
June 26, 2008: Log entry:
Today, I intend to test my personality transdimensionalizer implantation device for the first time. If it works properly, my mind will be transported to the drawing of WakkoRyan, and I will then be able to interact with the cast of Animaniacs via WakkoRyan.
Only time will tell if the device I set up to write the events in story format as they unfold will work. If it doesn't, I can always write the events down myself. Not that I'd want to after going through all this work to build the personality transdimensionalizer implantation device. I'd probably take about two years to finish if I need to do that.
Well, here goes nothing…
Ryan opened his eyes to discover he was standing in an empty room, looking towards a door. Looking back, he saw a portal that was like a black hole or something, but without pull (((A/N: you know what I mean.))) Through the portal, he saw himself, with some sort of helmet around his head with wires coming out and going to the computer. He was not alarmed to be looking at his unmoving (apparently unconscious) self, since he was easily able to identify the device on his head as the personality transdimensionalizer implantation device.
He went to a side room in the apparently abandoned house. He opened it to discover exactly what he had expected…a washroom, properly stocked unlike the rest of the barren house. Exactly the way it should have been considering he created it as part of the program for the personality transdimensionalizer implantation device. The program also included the results of any story he had written for He looked out the window to double-check that he was in the right place. He was happy to see the HOLLYWOOD sign in the distance. Much closer, just a few blocks away, he saw a familiar looking water tower, with the letters WB on the front.
He went to the mirror and looked at the image staring back. It was not Ryan. Well, it was, kind of. He saw his black hat, no surprise there. But the rest of him (except for his height of about 6'2½") was completely different. He weighed much less, but that's not important. The important difference is one that, if you haven't figured it out by now, would make you a complete idiot. He was a Warner. Well, the species Warner anyways, but unrelated to the sibs. He recognized the person staring back as his creation, WakkoRyan.
Other than his plain black hat (faced forward as is intended with baseball style caps, rather than backwards like his first-half-of-his-name namesake) and considerable comparative height, he had no other obvious characteristics that separated him from any other Warner, since he kept his deep-brown-almost-black, close-to-shoulder-length hair under his hat. He wore a smoky gray t-shirt and blue jeans that were just slightly too big, but not so big that he required a belt (((A/N: I'm not hangin' wit da homies in da crib, but I'm not a 70's rock star.))) As with most Warners, he wore no shoes. If age would have mattered in this place, and Wakko was seven as mentioned in a song on the show, WakkoRyan would be about 22 or so. Like all (well, most,) other Warners, he had the same red nose, black eyes, white face, and fur tufts at the cheeks. However, he tended to keep his tongue in his mouth most of the time unlike his namesake.
"I look so much better in real life than in a drawing," he said, and then laughed at the fact that he considered this real life. After all, he was just essentially using virtual reality. Little did he know, the connection was much more than that.