A/N: I just needed to get this crack fanfic out of my system...
I'm not so sure if I'm going to finish this, probably yes since I really need to get this out of my system...
Please tell me if you think anyone (specifically Yakko) is OOC and R&R!
As I slowly drifted away from sleep, I could tell something was off. Something felt different, but I couldn't put my finger on what. Nor, in my sleepy mind, did I really care at the moment. I sighed softly and turned in my bed, clutching the pillow tightly.
I groaned when I heard a voice and a hand shaking my arm, prodding me awake.
"Go away, Jay..." I mumbled under my breath, my eyes still closed. "Dad gave me five more minutes 'till school starts..."
When did my voice get so high all of a sudden? I wondered, confused. I didn't remember de-aging or anything. All I did last night was watch Animaniacs until two in the morning...
I'm probably hallucinating with my ears from sleep deprivation or something.
Slowly but surely the voices turned into something comprehensible, and I silently gasped at what I heard.
"Dot? What are you talking about?" one voice said, a bit high-pitched for a male's voice.
"Are you sick or somethin'?" another said with a low Scouse accent.
Despite my mind screaming, Justice, don't open your eyes! You're gonna regret it! and the fact that my mind it usually right in these kind of situations, I cracked open an eyelid out of sheer curiosity and stupidity.
And I screamed.
Screamed with my new-found high pitched helium voice I didn't understand at first, but now made perfect sense.
Screamed because I didn't find myself in my white bed like I usually did in the mornings.
Screamed because I didn't even find myself in my own house.
Screamed because I was in a different universe, even.
Screamed because I wasn't facing my younger sister like I always did whenever she attempted to wake me up in the mornings.
Screamed mostly because I was in a pink bed in a tower- water tower, to be exact- in a cartoony-like place and I found myself in front of two puppy-cat-rabbit like creatures, faces white and surrounded with black fur and black whiskers and beady black eyes with a cherry red nose in the middle. The taller one on the left was wearing brown baggy slacks secured with a black belt, while the shorter one on the left had a red cap on backwards, his ears sticking out of two cut out holes in the hat and wore a blue turtleneck sweater but with no bottoms.
I cut my scream off short with a quick snap of my jaws. It then hit me- all of those late night hours spent watching Animaniacs must've caused this somehow... because... somehow, defying everything rational I've ever known... I'm... Dot...? No matter how much I turned it over and over again in my head, however, it didn't make any sense.
The taller, pants-wearing one- Yakko, as I now remembered-looked at me, worry in his eyes. "Dot? Are you okay?"
Wakko, the shorter, hat-wearing one, stuck his tongue out of the side of his mouth in his goofy matter. "Are you hungry?"
I stared blankly at them, blinking several times, then shook my head to clear the thoughts that whirled insanely through my brain.
I'm stuck in Dot's body... but how..? Where...? I... that's not important- but it is!- but not really... And I'm standing- no, lying- in front of Yakko and Wakko, Dot's older brothers and they're oblivious- or are they? Can't be completely sure with Yakko, with his cleverness- to what's happened to Dot... Is she stuck in my body, I wonder? That'll make things quite uncomfortable back home... Or am I dreaming? It's surreal enough, but I feel wide awake... better check that one later. Even if this is a dream, should I tell them? Or not? Probably not, or at least until I have even a vague idea on what the heck is going on...
All these thoughts occurred in a split second, and calling the scraps of experience of acting from a small Christmas play I did when I was five, I opened my eyes slowly and with a small, timid voice I said, "Yakko? Wakko?"
My voice didn't tremble, and I released the tightness in my chest. Thank God I don't need to imitate Dot's voice, or I'm screwed for sure...
Yakko smirked. "Well, at least she recognizes us." He raised an eyebrow at me. "What happened, sis? Ya' got a bout of amnesia?"
I rubbed my head, looking as if i were clearing my head, but I was instead searching for new lines to say without getting to out of character and them getting suspicious.
"Wha... hey. Did you guys wake me up?" I dipped some tension into my voice, anger leaning in, and Yakko and Wakko's eyes widened in fear, but, thankfully, not in surprise. Dot must do this on a daily basis. Go figure...
"Did you wake me from my cutie sleep?!" I screamed. It sounded weird on my lips, if not a little stupid, but it had the desired effect. As I huffed loudly like an angered bull they cringed, covering their floppy ears and backed away. When they were a safe distance away they uncovered their ears and Yakko said, "Sheesh, a little hard there, don't ya' think?"
I frowned. "What was that for?"
Wakko piped up. "We have an appointment with Scratchy today! Did you forget?"
"Must be that amnesia." Yakko commented, and Wakko nodded in agreement, saying "Uh huh, uh huh." I rolled my eyes.
"Sure, sure..." I grumbled under my breath, getting out of bed, but, inwardly, I was elated. Maybe Dr. Otto Scratchansniff could help! He's the most most book-smart of all of the people here! Maybe he has an idea on what's going on... It was quite a long shot, but it was probably the best I had. I still felt guarded on telling Yakko and Wakko, even if they were Dot's brothers.
I felt the heavy curlers that wrapped around my hair bounce as I got up, and I silently marveld on how Dot was able to sleep with these on. But, then again, I was wearing it while I was sleeping and I felt just fine...
"You comin'?" Yakko asked, and I nodded.
"Yeah, I'm coming." If Scratchy can't help, then I don't know what to do...