Failure

Disclaimer: I do not own Tiny Toon Adventures. If I did, there would have been more slash pairings that would scar the audience. Hehehe…


-Meep meep!-

A little roadrunner zipped away, making sounds of victory. However, a little grey coyote sat on the ground, defeated.

Not again…

Once again, the coyote had failed to catch the roadrunner. How many attempts of capture had he tried this time? Twenty? The little coyote didn't know. What he did know was that he had failed again.

Another failure…

Not once had he ever caught the speedy bird.

And yet, every time he was about to make an attempt to capture the roadrunner, he would always think to himself, 'I'll do it this time. I'll get that roadrunner.'

Yet, every time he tried, he failed. It almost seemed like he would never catch that darned bird.

How long have I been going after Little Beeper…?

He started to think deeply. How long had he been going after that roadrunner? He didn't know that, either.

He got up and dusted himself off. There was no point in thinking about it here. It was getting late, and he had to get home. After all, tomorrow was a school day. He didn't want to miss school.

He started to walk in the direction of his home.

I can try to catch Little Beeper again tomorrow.


Gah…

The little grey coyote lay awake, unable to sleep. It seemed like he had spent hours tossing and turning in bed, trying to find a comfortable position.

He glanced at the clock.

10:00 PM.

Sitting up, he realized that he would not be able to sleep; it seemed to be that he still had some excess energy.

He got out of bed, walking out of his room in search of something to do.

There has to be something I can do to lose all of this energy…

He found himself in front of the door to his laboratory. Slightly confused as to how he managed to end up at the door, he scratched the back of his head, then shrugged it off and went inside. As he walked deeper into his lab, an idea formed in his mind.

Hmm…If I can build something…

He looked thoughtful. Build something? Perhaps making something to catch Little Beeper would help. He stopped walking, realizing that he was now in front of a table. Several bits of machinery were scattered on and around the table. He picked up a piece of machine equipment and examined it carefully.

What can I build to catch Little Beeper?

Putting the piece of equipment down, he picked up a part of a device and started to tinker with it. He was good at building machines and making inventions. Perhaps this invention that he would make might help him catch the roadrunner. He would finally be victorious. He started to see visions of himself capturing Little Beeper, finally getting the roadrunner after years of torment.

But what if his new creation didn't work? What if it backfired on him? He frowned. Then he would fail. Again.

Does that make me a failure…?

If he failed this time, then he would try to go after the roadrunner again. And if he failed the next time, he would have to try again.

Realization hit him. It was a never-ending cycle.

Never ending…

His ears lowered slightly as he realized what it meant.

If I never catch Little Beeper, the cycle will never end…Is that my purpose in life? To never succeed?

Sadness slowly started to seep in.

If I never succeed, I will be a failure forever…My one purpose in life…Was I destined to be a failure?

A sudden stab of pain in his left arm startled him and snapped him out of his deep thought. Looking down, he found what had happened.

He had cut his arm while working on the invention. He stared as a dark crimson liquid slowly seeped out of the wound.

He was bleeding.

The coyote stared at the blood slowly starting to flow out of the cut for a few seconds, then started to reach for a nearby First-Aid Kit…

…Only to be stopped by something inside of him. Instead, he looked at the blood for a few seconds before bringing his arm up to his muzzle. He found himself doing something that he would normally never do…

…He licked the wound.

It was disgusting, he knew that, but something commanded him to do it. The blood didn't taste bad, and he found himself reaching for a sharp piece of equipment.

Another, but slightly longer, cut was made along his arm. But this time, it didn't hurt; it actually felt somewhat good.

What am I doing…?

He dropped the sharp object and let it hit the floor. What was going on? Why was he doing this?

Reaching for the First-Aid Kit again, he mentally kicked himself. What had he done?

Bandaging the cuts on his arm, he realized something; he couldn't go to school like this. The other students would ask him what had happened and how it happened. He couldn't risk telling them.

He would have to skip school. It would be his first absence, but he had no choice.

There goes my perfect attendance record…


The coyote found himself lying in bed, cradling his left arm. He skipped school. It felt weird; not being in class and learning on a school day was an odd sensation.

It's not like anyone will think anything of my absence.

This was technically true; the other toons only really noticed him when they needed his inventions for an adventure.

He mentally sighed.

I'm only really needed when the others need adventure…

He closed his eyes, thinking.

My only purpose in life…being a failure and being used as a tool for adventure…

He didn't really have much of a purpose.

Opening his eyes, he found himself sitting up and getting out of bed.

If I don't have a purpose in life…Maybe I can do something about it.

He made his way out of his house and walked in a random direction, pondering his options.

What can I do to change my purpose…?

He could stop inventing.

I can't…

He enjoyed making and building inventions. He couldn't give it up. However, he could stop allowing himself to be used.

Maybe…

The other toons might force him to invent things for their own adventuring pleasure if he tried to refuse.

Then what can I – WHOA!

He stopped himself short. Blinking, he saw where he had ended up…

A cliff…?

He had stopped just a few centimeters away from the edge. For a few minutes, he stood at the edge, staring down at the sharp, jagged rocks on the ground far down below.

I can't stop inventing…

I can't stop being used…

I can't change…

My purpose in life…

Always failing…

Never succeeding…

Never…

I'm…

A failure…

He closed his eyes and spread his arms, taking in a deep breath.

Goodbye…