Yakko had never cried so much in his life. He had never felt this much pain before. Even the gentle turn as he opened up the tower door was enough to make him ache. With a stifled sob, he entered the water tower. It was night time and his siblings were already sound asleep.
His mind began to wander. Just what had gone wrong today? It was just like any other day, at first. Running among the studios, being put back in the tower, making brief cameos in the other toons' shorts, making fools out of jerks, stuff like that. It was normal, nothing unusual.
It should have been a normal day. It always was. Same old routine, with some small variations. Even the nastiest person they met were essentially harmless. They had to be. They were just actors and they wouldn't get their pay if they went too far with the Warners.
But today, it was anything but routine. Yakko's body still screamed in pain. Yet there were little visible injuries on him. Just a few scrapes. Nothing hurt him more than what happened. He just wanted to forget about it. With a sharp sniff, sucking up the wetness from his drippy nose, Yakko headed to the bathroom to get cleaned up.
He saw himself in the mirror. A few droplets of blood were on his face, mostly on his cheeks. He touched them gingerly and winced. His eyes, red and puffy from crying, were still dripping with tears. He had tried to stop them earlier, but soon gave in to their might. The tears fell like a river going over a waterfall.
Yakko didn't know what he had done wrong. What did he do to deserve what he got? And what was worse, he had no one to talk to about it. He didn't want to tell his siblings. They would get upset. He doubted Scratchensniff would be able to help, and the CEO didn't give one crap about him or his siblings. To him, they were just a nuisance. The only reason they were being tolerated is that they were rolling in the dough.
He took a wet rag and wiped it along his face. He cleaned up the bit of dirt that clung to his white fur. After he was done, he went to the bedroom and crawled into bed. He took care not to wake up Wakko or Dot.
He managed to get himself to stop crying, though his breathing was still shaky. Closing his eyes was hard. He had to force himself to do it. His body starting to tremble a little, Yakko did something he rarely did. He curled up in bed like a dog, huddling himself tightly. Fighting back more cries as tears began to resurface, he closed his eyes and attempted to fall asleep.
Sleep soon grabbed him. And for the first time in two hours, Yakko felt at peace.
