~Animaniacs: Nocturnus Act XV~
*Chapter 2: Strange Occurrences*
The next two days of the convention were nearly borderline unbearable for a certain lavender-clad toon girl. The worst part? This was a week-long convention. Finally, Rem had the idea of writing down responses on little flash cards. Just so she wasn't stuck being tongue tied when she was trying to come up with a straight answer.
She walked down the hall of the hotel, overlooking her flash cards, trying to make sure she had everything the teen wanted to say written down. Rem was so preoccupied that she didn't even notice Wakko coming down the hall.
"There you are." the middle Warner said. "We were starting to think you barricaded yourself in your room."
"Yeah right." Rem replied with a short. "And like you would let me do that."
"Noooope." the middle Warner said, with a big grin. "What are those?"
"Pre-written answers. What you would call a script."
Rem continued to flip through her cards, while the red-capped Warner peered over her shoulder on his tippy-toes, and started rubbing his left arm.
"You know, if you wanted a script, all ya had to do was ask." he said.
Then he reached into his turtle neck shirt and pulled out a small spiral bound notebook. Rem arched a brow as Wakko continued to grin.
"Gee thanks." she retorted, as he continued rubbing his arm.
"You're wel--OW, OW!!"
The middle Warner had jumped when his left arm suddenly erupted in a burning pain. Like perhaps if it touched a hot surface such as an oven or a pan. Rem blinked in surprise and almost flinched at his outburst.
"W-what's wrong??" the lavender-clad toon girl sputtered.
"My arm..." Wakko rasped while his feet went up and down like he was running in place and waving his limb around. "...it feels like it’s on fire....faboo..."
Rem finally reached out and held him still.
"Here, lemme look." she said. "Jeez, Louise..."
"Who's Louise?" Wakko cracked while she rolled up his sleeve.
The teen made a face and examined the red-capped Warner's apparently afflicted arm. Her expression dropped when she saw three faint, yet raging reddish marks on his black-furred arm.
"Wakko..." she rasped. "...what the heck did'ja do to yourself?! You've got scratches running down your arm!"
Wakko looked down as his limb rather inquisitively.
"Funny I never noticed that before..." he murmured.
"C'mon, let's go find a First Aid area or something..." Rem sighed. "Dang, one of these days you’re gonna give me a heart attack, man..."
The teen took the middle Warner by the hand and led him down the hall.
In the hall a security camera recorded Rem and Wakko meeting and then leaving, after Rem discovered her friend's apparent affliction. A few seconds later, the feed caught a faint black mass appear and then disappear.
Yakko and Dot were impatiently waiting for Wakko and Rem to arrive the panel so much so that the elder Warner began playing around with his paddle ball while his sister filed her nails. Then a few minutes later, the pair finally showed up.
"Well it's about time ya got here." Dot sarcastically said.
Yakko was struck to see his younger brother with a bandage on him.
"What happened to you?" he inquired.
"Somehow, he got three abrasions on him." Rem ranted, pointing to Wakko with her thumb.
"This ice pack is bugging me..." the red-capped Warner complained.
"It's a cold compress, and ya kinda need it." the lavender-clad toon girl continued. "Did he like run into a boiler or something last night?"
"Gee, I don't know." Yakko replied, scratching his head. "Didn't catch him sleepwalking..."
"I don't remember sleepwalking either." Wakko added.
Rem let out a sigh as she and Wakko took their seats.
"Sooo, what did we miss?" the teen asked.
"Ooooohhhhh, just a few autograph hounds here and there." Dot purred.
A short while after 10 o'clock, Buster and Plucky were up and about, with snacks and other food stuffed in their arms. They made their way to the ground floor of the hotel building, taking care not to make any noises that might disturb the other guests who were now sound asleep. The pair finally made a stop at the hotel security room where they met with an old acquaintance of theirs.
Arnold the Pit Bull was stationed as a security guard for the hotel, clad in a blue uniform, complete with a cap and his usual pair of sunglasses. He was leaned back on an office chair with his feet resting on the computer console and reading a magazine. The console had multiple screens showing live footage from the security cameras in the hallways. The big snowy-furred dog didn't even have to look up to notice Buster and Plucky's presence.
"Vhat are you keeds doeeng up?" he interrogated. "Eet's vay past your bedtime."
"We know." Buster replied suavely. "We just thought you'd like to have some grub during your graveyard shift."
"Especially high energy grub that's sure to keep you up all night." Plucky added.
"Thanks, but I don't need any." Arnold replied as he kept his eyes on the printed page.
Then the blue rabbit notice one of the screens on the computer console.
"Um, Arnold..." he began. "Why is there a camera in Rem Roth's room?"
"Because Mees Roth requested one." the pit bull explained in a dull, uninterested tone. "Zhe claimed zat zhe found her door open every morning zince zhe boarded here. I assured her eet vas quite eempossible, but zhe eensisted."
Buster and Plucky continued watching the screen which viewed Rem all curled up in bed.
"I'd say someone might be going around sleepwalking..." Buster deduced. "...but they'd have to have the room key."
"As I said, quite eempossible." Arnold replied nonchalantly.
"Ummmm, Arnold?" Plucky called out as he started staring at the screen. "Is it normal for the clock to do that?"
Both Buster and Arnold looked up and saw something so odd and bizarre, that even Arnold lifted his shades up. The camera's internal clock had begun ticking rather extremely fast to a point where every number on the clock was practically zooming upwards nonstop from zero to nine and back again. Suddenly, the door slowly opened without having the knob turn and in spite of it being a weighted door, it remained open. Yet no one appeared to be on the other side.
"Vhat een za zam heel ees thees?!" Arnold ranted, sounding as if he were insulted.
Meanwhile, Buster and Plucky kept their eyes cemented to the screen as it started to emit snowy static. A few seconds later, they witnessed something that instantly made them go pale. A very faint shadow appeared on the surface of the door as it entered the room. Then the screen abruptly cut to black with green letters displayed citing that the connection with the camera was lost.
That immediately prompted the rabbit and the duck to race out of the security room and up the hotel staircase with their toon speed, all the way to the third floor. Upon reaching the hallway containing Rem's room, a few of the lights were either out or flickering and the area had almost become near freezing. The cold air caused the teen to stir from her slumber, and even more so when she heard Buster and Plucky's panicked calls for her name. The pair found the door still open, however when they entered the room, they were hit with an unpleasant sensation. The fur on Buster's form as well as Plucky's feather fluff stood completely on end as dark, almost electric feeling ran through them. Whatever was in the room with the teen wasn't good at all.
"WHOA!!" Buster exclaimed, his throat nearly going dry.
Rem on the other hand, half awake, sleepily stared at them, oblivious to what was going on.
"....uhhh, wassup?" she droned.
The duo wasted no time grabbing ahold of her right out of her bed and yanking her out of the room.
"C'mon, get out of here! Get out!" Plucky rasped.
The second they were all in the hallway, both toons slammed the door closed behind them, even going so far as to put a pad lock and chain around it. Rem continued to stare, having absolutely no idea what the heck was going on.
"Uhh, pardon my French, but what the hell are we doing here?" she droned.
"There's something in that room!" Buster cried, rubbing his arms up and down, trying to get his fur to stop standing on end.
All the commotion caused Babs Bunny, Hampton J. Pig, Shirley the Loon, and Calamity Coyote to come out of the rooms to see what all the fuss was about.
"Buster..." Babs sleepily said with a yawn. "....what's going on?"
"M-me and Buster were bringing snacks to Arnold, when we saw....something come into Rem's room!" Plucky sputtered as he tried to explain what happened.
Hampton and Calamity looked rather surprised while Babs and Shirley had skeptical expressions. Even Rem had to arch a brow at their story.
"Oh really??" Babs replied sarcastically.
"It's true!" Buster insisted. "Heck, we even got it on tape!"
"I think that room might be haunted." Plucky added.
"I'll be the judge of that." Shirley declared as she approached the door.
The white feathered duck took out a bobby pin from her blonde hair and used it to pick the pad lock on the door.
"Miss Roth, your spare room key if you please." she said.
The teen pulled out her key to the room and handed it to Shirley. When the female duck entered the room, she was suddenly struck by the remnants of what had been there before, feeling the same chills to her spine and the unpleasantness that Buster and Plucky experienced.
"Oh...oh dear." Shirley whimpered.
"What is it, Shirley?" Hampton politely asked.
"I....I don't think Miss Roth should stay in this room anymore." the white feathered duck replied.
"Uh, you're kidding me, right?" Rem retorted, not at all happy with her deduction.
Suddenly, the group heard three pairs of feet from the floor above them rushing to their location. Yakko, Wakko, and Dot, armed with their mallets, raced down the hall with panicked expressions. They appeared almost relieved when they saw Rem with some of the Tiny Toons.
"Are *huff* you *huff* okay?!" Wakko rasped, nearly out of breath.
"We heard *huff* ya screaming like Elsa Lanchester." Yakko added.
The others, including Rem, stared at the Warners like they were crazy. Literally.
"Um, I wasn't screaming..." Rem replied.
"Not a good time to the zany with us, missy." Dot scolded.
"Seriously, I didn't."
"She's right." Hampton interjected. "And we didn't hear anything like that either. Well, except them."
The juvenile pig pointed towards Buster and Plucky. A second later, the Warner siblings looked at each other and Wakko began hitting himself with his mallet while rubbing his finger against his lips while his brother and sister looked thoroughly annoyed.
"Well I sure do feel like a sucker." Yakko muttered.
"So then what's happening here?" Dot inquired.
"Something really weird and creepy just happened in there." Buster replied, pointing towards the room.
"It was wild!" Plucky exclaimed, waving his arms around. "We've got it all on camera."
"Well, that'd make an interesting picture show." Yakko replied, putting his hands in his pockets. "We'll bring popcorn."
"You wish, Warner." Rem retorted.
"I still think it wouldn't be wise for Miss Roth to stay in this room." Shirley persisted. "At least for the rest of the night."
Rem's face instantly went pale as she realized what that would mean. Especially now that it was said in front of her three peers.
"No, no, no, no!" she ranted while walking towards her room. "I think I'll be okay."
Suddenly, three arms stretched out and grabbed ahold of the teen, yanking her back towards a trio of now grinning Warners.
"Oh come now, Rem." Dot purred.
"You heard what the lady said." Wakko added.
"You gotta sleep with us tonight." Yakko said, with a wider grin.
"Rrrrggggh, just my flippin' luck. Some jerk decides to come back and raise hell...." Rem muttered.