Hello, my name is choco-ocean. This will be my first ever story so please be easy on me. Anyway, just to warn you that I'm unpredictable when it comes to writting. Like, if i lose the spark then I don't continue it or I'll just start writting again. Also, I'm sorry for any grammer mistakes that I've made and if the story sounds similar the story called Family. But don't worry, this will definitly have major changes. Also its not like there will be many people reading this story.
Disclaimer: I don't own Animaniacs
'...' that is italics are thoughts
#...# will be sound effects
"..." will be talking
On the cold unforgiving ground, laid a tall lanky boy that was wearing a thin pair of brown khakis that had holes which should've been replaced. He was all black except for his face and feet and his ears were bent in the middle. He awoke to a start, listening to what could have woken him, a sound.
He soon realizes that the sound was his coming from his little sister, she was crying in what seems to be in pain. He slowly rose from the sticky and rough earth brown carpet, then gasp in pain. He gently touched his bruised side and gasps again in pain. He remembers that his father had a go at him for reasons unknown. 'He probably was found coning the innocent or was threatened by a gang that he owns money to.' His shinning black eyes dimmed at the thought. He roused himself from his thoughts when he heard his sister get louder.
Gingerly, he got up and walked down the narrow hallway towards his fathers room. He stumbled, still not fully awake, the floorboards moaned beneath his bare feet as he moved across. The floorboards were covered by an old 3ft dark red rug. The faded navy walls were chipped and peeled, in need of a new coat; the whole hallway was covered in dust and dirt that can't possibly be in health code valuations but what can he do. 'I wish we didn't have to live here. It will get my sibs sick.' He passed a pale brown wooden door made of flimsy fake wood. He peaked inside to look at the bed in the far right corner of the room. The mattress was thin and filthy, the bed frame itself was slightly rusted and wiry, and on top on the bed surrounded by the many blankets and a thin pillow was his brother. Wakko.
'At least Wakko is on top of those blankets.' Wakko was 2 years old yet undesirably he looked sickly. His black fur was coarse to the touch and full of dandruff. That came from the lack of food. 'I blame it on the fact that our dad can't be bothered to remember to bring food home or actually save some money instead of wasting it on alcohol.' Wakko has black fur covering except for his face and feets. His ears were soft yet thin and were slightly crooked towards the middle. His cute little red nose was a bright red. 'Thankfully, he doesn't go to school or else the kids will call him Rudolph. But, he won't be able to know how to read, write, do simple math, and how to talk to kids his age.', the boy thought sadly. "Yakko? Is that you? Where were you?", Wakko asked in a sleepy yet scared voice. Quickly and quietly, he crossed the room to the bed and started to rub Wakko's back. He replied," Yeah, its me wak. I was in the living room sleeping and I heard Dot crying. So I came to see what is the matter. I think she's going through teething." "Oh, okay. Yakko, can you hug me?" Yakko smiled softly and spoke in a whisper, " Yeah, Wak." Yakko reached out with his long lanky arms and pulled Wakko into a gentle yet firm hug. Wakko sighed. Then Yakko remembers that Dot is still crying and pulls himself from the hug. Making sure Wakko is comfortable enough to fall asleep. He creeps from Wakko and his room to his fathers.
Dot lays crying softly in pain in her rickety crib that looks like it would collapse at any time, if not for the duck tape wrapped all around it. As Yakko walked towards Dot's "crib", his feet brushed against the many beer bottles that littered the floor. Yakko grimaced in disgust. 'Ugh, I going to have to pick that up before our father trips on his own beer bottles and blames me for it.' When Yakko arrived to the crib, Yakko could already tell that Dot was going to grow into a very cute girl with loads of boys after her. Dot had onyx colored fur and snow white fur on her face and feet. She had glittering black pools that could pull you in. And her nose was just as cute, it was red. It contrasted nicely with her fur. Her ears were fluffy yet thin that were slightly bent in the middle. Once she caught sight of Yakko, she held out her tiny arms towards him, demanding to be picked up. Yakko gently picked her up and whispered, "Hey Dottie. I know you're in pain but it will be alright. I promise."
He walked out of the room towards the kitchen. In the kitchen, Yakko spied Dot's high chair thrown hazardously in the far corner of the small kitchen. The kitchen itself was so dirty and filthy that it was make a homeless man cardboard box look like the cleanest place in the existence. The corners of the kitchen just screamed dust bunny hang out. Everything was covered in stains of unknown substances, there were food crumbles on the floor and countertops, and worse of all…roaches seemed to be crawling out of nowhere, scouring for food. The white titled floor became a light gray and sticky with unknown substances. The once tan cabinet became darker and the doors were jarred open and some were hanging off its hinges. The old white refrigerator that sat to the left of the cabinets, hummed and sputtered as it continue its job of keeping the little food they had cold. The small island used to have a white stovetop but turned gray. The sink that used to be a polished silver turned dull, full of dirty dishes that stank worse than a sweaty gym bag full of dirty socks. The counter was covered with bills that needed to be paid, spoiled food, and obviously empty and half-full alcohol bottles. In the middle of the kitchen was a dark brown round table that can seat four people. The chairs looked like it would collapse under the weight of a feather but thankfully the chairs appearance deceives how strong they actually were.
Surprisingly, on top of the table sat two large brown paper bag. Yakko looked inside the first bag to see a case of baby formula, a loaf of bread, some cheese and meat, a bag of chips, milk, eggs, and surprisingly a bar of chocolate. The second bag was full of cleaning with a threatening note on top that reads: Clean the house or else someone might get hurt. Hint: it's not going to be you.