It's here! This is that long ago promised story! :D Although the start's kinda intense, it won't be as bad as Break Down, possibly. XD Nevertheless, I hope this is good! Like Break Down, I've already completed this, and will be posting new chapters every Saturday, unless something occurs, in which I'll post it as soon as I can. And I only say that because my life's starting to get pretty busy as summer draws near. But, I digress. On to the story!
Disclaimer: I don't own Animaniacs. That fact hasn't changed from my other stories, and all rights still go to their rightful owners. So please don't sue me! *Hides in corner*

Finding My Way

Dot shut the TV off with a click of the remote. She looked up to see her brothers both still immersed in their laptops. Yakko was typing a paper for one of his community college classes and Wakko was making more of that weird electronic music with that software he bought. Dot sighed.

Both of them are good at different things. Wakko has been making that music for almost 2 years. And Yakko's a great writer. His movie reviews are already getting buzz, and he's only been going to school for writing for a few months! Dot walked passed her brothers, who didn't even notice that the TV was off, and went into the bathroom and looked her reflection.

What am I good at? Who am I, really? These questions had been buzzing in Dot's brain for the past few weeks. Both of her brothers had used some of their biggest talents from their show in their post-Animaniacs days.

Yakko had always been good with words, not only speaking, but writing too. He'd even assisted the writers during the last few episodes. Now, he was probably going to get an English degree, and write for a living.

Wakko had always been the musical one, from his "Great Wakkorotti" skits to that two-note song of his that made it into an episode. He had been good friends with the composers, and, out of the three of them, took Richard Stone's death the hardest.

Dot's only big talent had been her being cute. There wasn't much she could do with that. She'd gone to some acting auditions, only to be rejected, and she had zero interest in modeling. She had no idea what else she could do, and she wasn't feeling very good about herself.

Am I going to be dependent on my brothers forever?

She suddenly realized that it was close to dinner time and it was her night to make dinner. She walked back into the living room. Her brothers hadn't moved at all.

"Hey, what do you all what for dinner?" She called, and both of her brothers jumped, leaving the world's they entered while they were working. Wakko just shrugged his shoulders, and went back to his song. Yakko raised one finger to mean "one minuet", finished the sentence he was on, saved, shut his laptop, and walked into the kitchen.

"Yakko, you do realize that it's my night to make dinner," The whole reason they alternated daily chores was because Yakko used to do them all. All that stress caused him to mentally break. Luckily, it had only been temporary, but to prevent it from reoccuring, they shared the household tasks. The threat of it happing again, to any of them, still weighed on the backs of their minds, Yakko's especially. No amount of stress relief in the form of shared chores would make Yakko any less of a worry-wart.

"I know," Yakko replied dismissively, looking into the fridge.

"I can make dinner by myself. I've done it before," Dot said, exasperated.

"I know that too," Yakko said while slamming the fridge door. "Taco's sound good."

"Wakko! Are you cool with tacos?" Dot yelled, knowing that the middle Warner sib would eat whatever they made for dinner. She just liked to include him the selection.

"Yep!" Was his quick reply, and Dot got all the ingredients out. Yakko deliberately walked over to the table and picked up the newspaper he already read.

"Yakko," Dot said, her voice full of sarcastic sweetness. Yakko looked at her, an eyebrow raised. "Don't you have a paper to finish?"

"Oh, yeah!" He acted like he'd forgotten, then, probably quicker than necessary, left the kitchen. Dot sighed and got to work on cooking.

About ten minutes later, Yakko walked back into the kitchen, laptop open in one hand, charge cord in another. He sat at the table, plugged his computer into the outlet, and started working again. Dot gave him a look.

"My computer's dying! There wasn't an outlet near where I was sitting!" Yakko quickly said his excuse. Dot rolled her eyes and went back to cooking.

Every once in a while, she'd look over and notice that Yakko was watching her out of the corner of his eye. When he noticed that Dot had caught him, he'd quickly go back to his paper.

Adding to the list of annoying things, brothers who don't trust you! It seemed like Yakko never left her alone. Always looking over her shoulder, never letting her go anywhere alone, not giving her more responsibilities, she could go on. Sure, she may only look to be about 7, but she was mentally a lot older! That came with being a toon. Yakko should know; it's the reason the community college let him in, even though he's around 12-13 physically.

When dinner was ready, they all gathered around the table and started eating. Wakko, being Wakko, was eating multiple tacos at once. It was quiet for a while until Yakko, being Yakko, broke the silence.

"You did a good job on these, sister sibling," Yakko said smiling. Wakko nodded in agreement, his mouth full.

"Thank you, Yakko," Dot replied, still slightly annoyed that he wouldn't let her make dinner unsupervised. Just take the comment...

"I mean you should now. You watched me make them," Dot said, giving a caustic sting to her words.

"Now, wait a second-" Yakko started, but Dot cut him off.

"No, you wait a second! I can't believe that you don't trust me to make dinner! In fact, you don't trust me at all!" Wakko's eyes darted back and forth as his eldest and youngest siblings were on their feet, staring daggers at each other.

"That's uncalled for!" Yakko yelled in defense.

"How is it not? You never leave me alone! I can't go out shopping by myself; either you or Wakko have to escort me! I can't do most of my chores without you breathing down my neck! The only peace I get is when you have class!"

"I just don't want you getting hurt!"

"You need to let me grow up! You've never given me any sense of trust! And that hurts!"

"GO TO YOUR ROOM!" Yakko screamed. Dot and Wakko blinked in shock; even Yakko looked confused at the words he had just spoken. Yakko had never punished them, ever. Blinking back tears, Dot pulled out her mallet.

"Dot, stop!" Wakko broke his silence, not wanting this conflict to turn violent. Yakko said nothing, but braced himself for the hit, still locking eyes with Dot. Dot looked right back, readied the mallet. Suddenly, her eyes widened. She looked away, and smashed the mallet on the fourth chair that they never used.

All three siblings were breathing heavily, unmoving. Dot suddenly put her mallet back into pockets, and ran to her room, leaving her brothers in a state of shock.

For those of you who haven't read my first multi-chapter story, Break Down, I call back to it somewhat, especially with Yakko. First, I highly encourage you to read it, as I'm quite proud of it, and I will spoil it in this fic. Second, if you decide to be lazy, I'll put footnotes down here to explain some things that may not make sense if you haven't read it. See you next chapter! :)