Thanks again for all the continued support. I'm still having quite the time writing this.
Chapter 9: Eviction
"Oohhh…" Plotz groaned as he watched the cleaning staff mop up the huge splotches of blood that were left behind when Yakko was taken away. Why was he here again?
"So do you know anything about his condition yet?" Rita was currently asking the closest doctor about Yakko's deal. There wasn't much comfort in this waiting room without constant reminder from one of the professionals that Yakko was indeed still alive.
The doctor at the counter looked over Yakko's clipboard. Apparently, the nurses had just finished putting him to sleep with a sedative. The report claimed he was hysterical and possibly hallucinating. It wasn't a good report but it didn't sound too bad next to the possible destruction of his body concerning his blood vomiting.
"He's asleep right now. As for his body's condition… it's not ruptured or damaged in any way shockingly. It's a scenario I'm not all too familiar with…" The doctor spoke. He hated the fact that he was unsure about anything going wrong with that poor boy's body.
He couldn't help that though. Yakko's body was no longer acting like that of a regular toon. It'd be impossible for the doctors to perceive or even understand what was really going on with him.
Right now, Plotz, Ralph, Slappy, Skippy, Rita, and Runt were all in the same location, trying to make sense of what was going on. They might've had better luck had their perception let go of anything too positive though.
Dr. Scratchnsniff and Hello Nurse had just been shown the way to Wakko's room to retrieve Dot. She had requested that she go see her older brother alone due to some private admission. Apparently, it was something that couldn't be heard by anyone other than the two of them.
They respected that. However, visiting time was over.
When they reached Wakko room, Scratchnsniff's face fell. It felt like his heart was being stomped on.
"Ohhh… This version of the Warners is so much worse than the one from before… why'd I wish any of that mischief to go away?" The man asked himself. He didn't think it possible, but he was having a hard time remembering what was so bad about the times before with them. All he could remember were the parts where they sung together in the same car, going down a stretch of highway and overlooking a sunset that would carry them to their next fun attraction.
Here, it was Dot curled up next to Wakko on the hospital bed. Both were asleep. Both had tears pouring from their eyes.
It felt villainous to pry Dot away from him and leave.
Yakko was nearing the end of Day two.
He hadn't slept at all. Not a wink.
When he fell asleep, he'd always see himself. He'd always have this crazed look on his face and he'd always hold the decapitated heads of his siblings up by their ears-
"Ice cream. They said they were getting me ice cream. What flavor will it be? I said whatever they had would be fine." Yakko spoke this out-loud. It was an obvious feeble attempt to steer his thoughts into a less gruesome focus.
These moments were odd. Here he was, feeling like he wasn't the crazed lunatic he was turning into but a victim who was being plagued by horrible thoughts that he was convinced he needed to continue asserting that they didn't belong to him. They couldn't. He wasn't like that.
"After all… I'm fine now… I'm not going around killing people here or talking about raising hell or whatever…" Yakko grumbled. His teeth clenched and he snarled a bit at the thought. "… B-But maybe that's what I should be doing… if it's my true self than why can't I live up to it! I shouldn't have to suffer like this! Giving in will make me feel better! No more throwing up blood or sickness or-"
Yakko stopped talking and squeaked out a whimper. "… Sibs… No, come on… think straight Yakko…"
It was becoming so hard to think without reverting to thoughts that supported that insane image of himself from his dreams. It was too hard. It was to the point where it literally started to hurt his head.
Thinking was actually hurting him. Was he officially an idiot now?
Yakko loomed over to the door at the end of the room. Just outside it and down the hall was the room where his little brother was staying. He hadn't seen him once since staying here though. That didn't seem possible. Then again, he understood that Wakko was most certainly still furious with him.
"I'd just try to strangle him any-NO! Shut up!" Yakko scrunched his head to the side and slammed his eyes shut, trying to flinch away the horrifying oncoming thoughts. They were HIS thoughts. He should be allowing himself to think them right? So why resist? What's the point if this was who he truly was deep down?
The door squeaked open.
Yakko flinched in slight fear and turned his head up to see the intruder. He was sweating now. All it took was a small session of thinking to himself and he would be left a confused, scared, and jittery mess. It wasn't the best way to look in front of anyone. Especially not his little brother.
But low and behold. There was Wakko standing in his hospital gown. His hands were at his side and his tongue was hanging out as always. However, he looked just as tired and as weak as he currently was. Yakko had guessed that Wakko's recovery was expected not to be all too fast but he figured Wakko to be at least a little better off than this.
Wakko blinked once or twice at Yakko before approaching the right side of his bed. He had enough strength to move around by himself now. His body was at a steady and healthy stabilized point with concern for his hypoglycemia. However, his physical and mental stimulation had been dealt a serious blow. Finding out what his older brother did to their little Dot…
The two didn't react to one another despite staring each other in the face. Wakko's face looked unreadable. He could've been angry or in a fit of despair for all anyone knew. Yakko's face was easy to read. His sweating and his slightly audible beating heart told them he was terrified.
"… Y-Yakko-" Wakko started, surprised that it came out with a stutter. He came here with the intention of saving face and remaining strong. How disappointing.
"Wakko. P-Please go away. I-If you stay by me you could get hurt." Yakko spoke with a bit of a sudden crack in his voice.
Wakko face was very readable now. His look was of genuine surprise. His older brother looked so frightened and out of control. He wasn't used to seeing Yakko not being in control of a situation. He didn't think it'd scare him this much but considering what Dot had told him, a lot had happened while he was stuck here.
"Please Yakko… I need to know what exactly happened that night." Wakko spoke as calmly as he could. He couldn't let himself get hysterical now. He came here determined to remain calm and to find the answers the right way. He wanted to work through this the right way instead of letting his pent up emotions take control. At least that what he wanted.
He was holding a lot back. He wanted to cry and scream and shout and rampage just like he always did whenever something devastating happened to him. And he wanted Yakko to come and try to talk him into feeling better and to comfort him like the caring big brother he was.
"… Which night?" Yakko asked. He knew exactly what Wakko was talking about.
"The night you came into the hospital! Before you got admitted something happened at the Water Tower that got Dot to leave right?!" Wakko's voice raised. He was surprised with himself. His hold over his calm demeanor was breaking rather quickly. He didn't expect himself to act totally composed when confronting his brother about the attempted murder of their sister but…
No. Why SHOULD he remain calm!? What was he trying to do that for!?
"I… I-I don't-" Yakko began. That set Wakko off. It was a small thing, denying something he knew he did out of fear, but at this point it was beyond insulting.
"Yes you do! You tell me what your problem is and I'll personally correct it myself you sorry excuse for an older brother!" Wakko's face was red.
Yakko looked at him in shock. He felt himself frown and start to twitch.
"I… I… tried to kill her…"
Wakko grabbed the sheets of Yakko's bed and clenched his fists in hard.
"Why?"
Yakko gulped lightly and looked to the side. Right when he was about to open his mouth, Wakko grabbed his ear and yanked him closer to his face. Yakko looked so helpless and was on the verge of more tears. He wanted Wakko to stay away for so many reasons now. Not just the fear of hurting him was looming here but the fear of confronting his actions once again was coming back.
"Tell me why!" It was a demand. Wakko had demanded Yakko say the reason.
Yakko… didn't know the reason…
"… I… I don't… know… I-"
Wakko's control had left the building. Apparently the thought of remaining calm was just a fantasy he thought he could conjure up due to how calm he was thinking about this alone in his room. But the object of this transgression was right in front of him now! It truly was a stupid intention.
"DON'T KNOW! What's THAT mean?!" Wakko shouted at him. Yakko clenched his eyes shut and forced his head to the side. More and more thoughts about Yakko were crowding Wakko's brain. The way he seemed after their little argument at the dinner table that one night wasn't the picture of perfection he had considered Yakko to be the best example of.
"… I…j-just-" Yakko tried talking again.
"You get me hospitalized over some stupid transaction with some underground crooks and now you go and strangle our little sister! Are you trying to kill us? Was all that so called work you were doing to support us just a front to make yourself feel better you disgusting piece of-"
"SHUT UP!" Yakko reacted on impulse as the conflicted feelings within him let loose again. Wakko did the same.
He slapped Yakko rather hard at the side of his face. It made Yakko grunt in a developing amount of anger.
"Don't you tell ME to shut up! You're out of your mind if you think I'm gonna let this go!" Wakko's face was the epitome of anger. Tears were at the edge of his eyes despite that. He never would've imagined himself slapping Yakko.
"… I did it… because she wasn't… she wasn't in the right frame of mind." Yakko eventually spoke. His eyes were focused directly on Wakko's.
...
"… W… What?" Wakko's eyes were bugged out. That answer horrified him.
Yakko was sweating and feeling his insides pulse.
"She… isn't… she doesn't like the true me… she doesn't want a place in the order that I follow now. So, I tried to kill her." Yakko wasn't looking at Wakko anymore. His eyes were drawn a bit far downward.
Wakko let go of Yakko's ear and stepped back. "… Order… that you follow…?"
"… I… the true me, isn't the older brother you grew up with Wakko…" Yakko spoke calmly. His voice was barely above a whisper.
"That's… that's not an answer! I want to know why you tried to-" Wakko began.
"Go away before I kill you."
The two of them stood there in silence. It was a good ten seconds before Wakko's beating heart sent a pulse to his chest that warned him to take several steps back…
Wakko found himself inching away from Yakko. This fear that he was feeling was sudden and overwhelming. The Yakko he was talking to earlier didn't seem like the same one who issued that declaration despite sounding exactly the same as him.
"Yakko… wh-what-?"
"You're like Dot. You won't be able to understand. The Yakko who you actually loved wouldn't understand either probably." Yakko spoke.
"… You ARE Yakko. You'll never stop being Yakko no matter how much you change. A-And…" Wakko looked straight at Yakko with his watery eyes. His anger and frustration all stemmed from the same heart. It was the heart that held concern and love for both his little sister and his older brother. Those feelings didn't go away, they simply transformed into new ones. He was feeling intense concern for Yakko now.
Wakko stepped back to the door. He was going to do as Yakko had asked. Should he confront him any longer… he could snap and lose the seemingly small grip he had on a rational mind. It was clear to Wakko that he was as crazy as he would've needed to be to try and strangle Dot.
Yakko didn't look up as Wakko stood by the door.
Wakko continued to stare at him.
"… I'll always love you."
Yakko heard the door shut after that statement. He sat there on the bed, shivering in a mixture of disgust and delight.
He looked up finally, and stared at the door with a tear ridden face.
He couldn't put into words what he was feeling now.
Wakko plopped back onto his bed and just looked at the wall.
The wall was only interesting for so long before his clouded thoughts rushed into his head and took over everything. Inside his brain, the little people operating it's functions were kicking desks over, tearing papers apart, pulling their hair out and screaming in intense frustration. On the outside, Wakko lay still. His eyes were wide open and staring straight at the wall to the side.
He went in there and he had lost his cool. He heard Yakko's "reason" for attacking Dot and when he had heard that it was anything other than a mistake, it shook him to his core. He was supposed to be getting better but this new development and the previous talk he had was setting him back quite a bit.
"… Yakko… my older brother…" Wakko whispered to himself, trying to reassure himself of what this situation actually was.
He hugged the pillow close to his body as he lied there, feeling a painful rush of despair wash over him.
"… He's… not really a murderer now… is he?"
Who did he expect to answer? It made him feel stupid. Being so in denial and unwilling to accept what was right in front of him.
Great. Now he was crying. He can't remain strong at all despite his declaration to Dot that he had no choice but to.
"… I wish I could just ignore my feelings…" Wakko spoke out before he had a chance to really think over what he said. When he did, he took that statement back. "No… if I could do that than I'd be no better than him… or rather, who he's turning into…"
'Turning into?' Wakko thought to himself. "Is he not already a monster? He seemed to be struggling with his feelings back there… maybe…" Wakko sniffled and gulped slightly. Was this another pathetic attempt to shove off the truth? Was it smarter to just accept that Yakko was just off the deep end now?
Wakko blinked and loosened his grip around the pillow.
"… Well… I've never been one to support the smarter side of thinking…"
It wasn't even a half a day longer after that before Yakko was given a clean bill of health and allowed to be let go from the hospital.
Wakko hadn't gone back into Yakko's room at all after that. There was some definite tension between the two of them. Yakko may not have acted as if he harbored any ill will but his brain was in shambles by now. He could never think straight. Those instances where he was able to do so came so few and far between and just disappeared more and more as time went on.
Wakko may have never gone up to him and confronted him directly, but he saw Yakko all the time being led throughout the hospital. He'd always have either this dazed and tired expression on his face, or an over-excited mentally-unstable look about him that scared him enough to stay away.
It felt awful. Looking at his brother and seeing a monster. Being so scared that he couldn't even go up to him and hopelessly continue to try and work out what his problem was didn't sit well with him.
Even worse, the off times he heard Yakko talking, he was always by himself. He would always talk out loud and alone but would always swoon his voice over and let out random giggles every-time he spoke of something devastating or harmful.
It was a miracle he was actually able to talk to him when he was in one of those normal phases. After the talk he and Yakko had, Wakko had never seen Yakko look as stilted or as calm as he did there. He never talked like a normal person after that and he certainly never acted like one. He was either really depressed and incoherent or he was really insanely excited and incoherent.
He just couldn't talk or approach Yakko while he was like that. And if this was going to be the norm then he wondered if he'd ever feel comfortable around his older brother again.
News of Yakko's departure reached the ears of everyone who had seen him admitted into the hospital. Plotz wasn't all too surprised. He had always figured that the Warners were capable of fast recovery. He found it more odd that Wakko was still in the hospital even. He couldn't grasp just how odd it was that Yakko had already been let go.
Detective Shorenay did however. He, Hello Nurse, and Dr. Scratchnsniff were currently within the P-sychiatrist's office, discussing what was going on with the investigation and where it was certain to go from where he stood. As of now, the two former Animaniacs stars weren't liking his assertions.
"What did you just say?!" Hello Nurse demanded Shorenay repeat his statement.
Shorenay sighed and flung his head back a bit. "Look. I know you guys are… affiliated with the suspect but-"
"His name is Yakko." Hello Nurse cut in. "And ignoring that, why in the world would we heed such a stupid request?!"
Shorenay looked at the fuming blonde with a bit of distain. He didn't like dealing with civilians who wouldn't cooperate for the sake of an investigation.
"The suspect, Yakko Warner, recovered way too fast. Coupled with all that we've found so far it's too unusual a development not to look into." He spoke, trying to sound as straight forward as possible. "Fact is, I'm already dead set on him as my prime suspect. All I need is one more incident to fish him out. We need to do something that'll set him off and get him to walk into our trap. This is the best course of action."
It was Scratchnsniff's turn to get angry.
"Evicting Wakko from the hospital is the BEST course of action!? He hasn't recovered yet! Not only that but he was a victim of circumstance regarding the torturous actions of the people whose murderer you're currently investigating. You're just going to continuously torture and rupture this poor boy just to follow a ridiculous hunch you have!" The doctor was a nose away from Shorenay's face by now.
Shorenay lightly used two fingers to push him back a bit. "This is for the greater good. I cannot allow a murderer to run free and do as he pleases like this. You saw what he almost did to your CEO correct?"
"You don't KNOW that was Yakko! And even if it was the innocent tyke, it still doesn't change the fact that you're willing to stall the recovery of another assuredly innocent and hospitalized boy just to try and confirm your stupid findings. That you see no other alternative to prove investigation makes you one of the worst excuses for a detective in the history of ever!" Scratchnsniff was jabbing Shorenay's chest with his finger all throughout that rant.
"Stalled recovery or not, he'll live. Do it." Shorenay ordered.
"There's no way we're going to-" Hello Nurse began.
"Comply directly with me, or else you'll be swiftly removed from this situation yourselves and it'll get done in a much harsher way." Shorenay was done trying to get through to them. The possibility of simply lying to Yakko wouldn't work. Wakko needed to be removed from the hospital and have his brother be there in front of him. Wakko needed to be suffering and being denied a full recovery for this to work.
Scratchnsniff and Hello Nurse looked at each other than back at Shorenay.
"… We don't have any real way to stop you." Scratchnsniff spoke up.
"But, whatever you wish to do you're not enlisting our help for it." Hello Nurse finished for him.
Shorenay looked back and forth between the two of them for a few seconds and sighed. "Fine. Get out of my sight than. It'll take a little more doing without your direct help concerning your connection with the Warners but I can still make this happen."
The two of them turned and left, feeling less dirty being away from that horrid man.
"Stupid cops! They ain't worth crap!" One angry teen toon chuckled a bottle of soda at the fizzled television screen as the news was reporting the ongoing lockdown of the Warner Brothers Studio Lot. No new developments had been found on the murderer.
It had been leaked that Plotz was indeed attacked inside the lot though. This all but confirmed that the murders were directly linked to the Studio. It wasn't something that Plotz nor Stephen Spielberg wanted on their hands. This bad publicity was only making things worse.
"If any good comes out of this, it'll be that the WB lot finally gets shut down." One of the other occupants of the poorly lit underground room smirked and sat back.
The third occupant was the youngest of them currently there. He sat back and looked at the television, seemingly fixated on the Water Tower that reflected back at them. The two voices spoke up again as he watched.
"What? Did you use to work at Warner Brothers or something?"
"Nah. I was let go from Disney. The kid over there used to work for Warner Brothers." The voice said, acknowledging the youngest kid's presence.
Before he could talk back at him to say that he'd rather not speak about the subject, a beep went off on a black device he had strapped to his waist. Knowing what it meant, he got up and left without a word.
Down a much darker and danker hallway, there was a path toward a lone room at the end. Along the way there, other doors and spaces led to other areas throughout the base. It was full of enhanced technology bought with money pilfered from several innocents who wished to help mend their lives with just a few more hopelessly churned out dollars.
The height of their tech were a few jets and a really tricked out blimp. It was a marvel. However, the kid didn't pay any other rooms a single iota of attention as he neared the final chain locked door at the end of the long hallway.
He took out a small key and put it into the lock of the chains. They all fell to the side and revealed another lock. This time, it was on the door itself. He switched to the next key over and used it to fully unlock the door.
With a heavy push he managed to open it up and the musty air hit his face like an unpleasant waft of dirt from a feather duster. The room was pitch-black, except for the lowly lite television at the side of the wall.
It was playing re-runs of Animaniacs.
The kid eyed the T.V like he always did whenever he came in here before facing forward toward the large spiral shaped chair in the center of the room.
"You called for me sir?"
Seated at the top of the chair was a figure wearing a black coat that stretched from his neck straight down to his shoes. Everything about this person was dark except the constrasting white mask he wore over his face to hide his features. Apart of it was cracked at the sides and made large enough holes to see through. It looked as though it had been punctured with some sort of blunt object for that very purpose.
"How has the investigation been going?" The seated figure asked.
The boy sighed and scratched his head. He was really fixated on that investigation it seemed.
"Well sir… they haven't resolved it yet. I…I know that our three men can't be avenged unless we know who did it but relying on those professional idiots to handle this mess doesn't seem to be boding all too well for us." He grumbled out at his boss.
The man didn't react to his words. He simply turned to face the television still playing on the floor by the wall. It was playing an episode long sketch called "The Sound of Warners".
"… You're familiar with the Warner Brothers studio correct?" The man finally spoke.
"I all but lived there throughout the entirety of my show's run." He spoke. His boss already knew that though…
"Go there yourself, and find out what's happening. If it indeed turns out to be who we think it is, report back and I'll make take the necessary course of action." His line of speech ended with what sounded like a sigh.
"Yes sir." The boy turned around to leave.
"Please do remember to bolt the door up tight."
"Yes sir. I always do."
"That you do. Such a reliable catch you were."
"… " The boy sighed and went to shut the door before hearing one last comment from his boss. It almost made him tear up.
"Cheer up. Retribution for all of us will come. I assure you …" His head rested back as the light from outside disappeared.
"… Buster."
The Water Tower was empty. Yakko was sitting alone on the couch. He had been let go from the hospital and it was understandable why. He felt fine.
Yakko slumped against the couch. None of the lights were turned on. It wasn't full on night time really but it was extremely dark. This tower's atmosphere reflected what was going on outside it seemed.
The sun was down but there was no sunset; just really dark clouds. That meant it was going to rain.
Yakko was dead quiet. He was looking straight at the television despite it being turned off. He didn't like being alone but it was something he felt wasn't negotiable. Dot would've been crazy to stay in the same place as him.
"Ha… hahahahahaha…" Yakko started to laugh to himself. He started to grin. "Y-Yeah. At this point they're better off without me. Who cares! Heheheh! I can do whatever I want. No worries about their well-being! They've been disowned! Hehehehehe-"
The door's latch was unlocked. Yakko jolted up and faced it. His eye twitched and his deranged smile stayed.
When it opened, he saw Dot standing there. She was slightly wet due to the light drizzle that had started outside.
Their eyes met.
"… Dottie." Yakko smiled brightly.
"… Yakko." Dot closed the door slightly, but not all the way. It was a reflex she had just in-case she would ever need to run.
What a horrible reflex to have.
"… What do I owe the pleasure?" Yakko's voice was noticeably unsteady. Dot didn't know what to make of that.
"I just wanted to see you." Dot spoke silently but without a hint of fear evident in her voice. Truthfully, her heart was pounding rather hard but she had forced herself to come and see Yakko after his eviction from the hospital.
"See me? See me do what? I'm fresh out of tricks that don't involve murder and blood." Yakko chuckled. His smile didn't waver away, though the look in his eyes was certainly a bit softer.
Dot, of course, was starting to feel uneasy. "… I … I know your secret but I haven't told anyone. I can't… bring myself to… even if I would be assured safety by staying away from you I couldn't in all good conscience ever tell." She walked closer to Yakko.
Yakko's smile faded when he saw her strike up the courage to approach him. It hadn't been too long since he had tried to strangle her. Why would she-?
Dot wrapped her arms around Yakko.
She was hugging him!
Yakko was stunned. His deranged demeanor was gone and instead he was gaping in awe and worry.
It didn't last all too long though. Dot let go and backed away again. She was frowning. She looked so sad and scared. Yakko's face was reflecting the same thing right now.
"… D-Dot…?"
"Yakko… you're my big brother…" Dot spoke. They both knew this and yet she felt it had to be said. Yakko had heard this tone of affection just recently with Wakko. It seemed as though, every time it happened, he was slightly tame.
… It's those two… they're the reason you keep resisting your true self… they exist as the permanent attachment to your past life. So long as they live, you can't truly be free.
'… I tried to kill Dot… and I fought to regain control and let her go… and I tried to kill Plotz but I fought to remember what the three of us did for him and the Studio. We were always in this together.'
Yakko and Dot were standing across from each other. They were looking into each other's eyes. Dot was hoping that something from the Yakko she knew would return. Yakko was struggling to make sense of this.
'… Does she still think that's true? Does she still want the three of us to be together. Does the fact that I'm a psychopath not bother her or something? I helped raise her better than that! She should just disown me, just like I disowned them! This is the path I follow now…! I can't…'
"Dot. Please leave." Yakko finally said something. It wasn't at all what she wanted to hear. Dot frowned and backed toward the door. She knew better than to question the now insane Yakko Warner. It would only lead to more problems.
That said, she wasn't going to silence herself either.
"… That hug… that was my decision… I'm going to stick by you. I'll get you help! I'll BE your help even! Murderer or not, you'll never stop being my older brother… and I'll never quit… loving you…"
Yakko's eye twitched yet again. His mouth hung open and he looked almost devastated.
"No… No NO! WHY!? WHY DAMMIT?! First Wakko and now YOU! The person who I tried to KILL!? What's the matter with you?! Are you insane? Do you have any idea what you're saying to me?!" Yakko shouted. He suddenly started to laugh and tear up. "Th-this isn't right. Heheheh. Haha! I-It doesn't make any… geh! I'm a murderer… ! I… you can't still… ha…hahahahaha! AHAHAHAHAHA!"
Dot was pressed against the door as Yakko's mind jumped and reeled in confusion. He couldn't comprehend this. It didn't make any logicial sense. Why would the two of them continue to love a monster like him?! WHY?!
Yakko pulled at his ears and bit his lip until it bled. "Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Y-You… insane little… does that mean you WANT me to kill you?!"
Dot looked downcast. She was shaking now as she watched Yakko have his episode but she didn't bolt for it. She was going to stay here… and Yakko was going to be reassured that he'd never lose the love the two of his younger siblings invested in him for so long.
"If you kill me… despite how angry Wakko already is and will be afterward… he'd never completely give up on you either. I know it." Dot's speech, while shaking and scared, was full of confidence. "Do you deny that?"
Yakko blinked. His eyes were wide and he was still. He shook and fidgeted where he stood suddenly. It went on for a good slew of seconds before he jolted his head up and let out a sharp, frustrated, ear-splitting scream!
Dot shrunk back in dismay and watched as Yakko screamed his heart out at the ceiling. He stopped abruptedly and began panting while secreting sweat.
He looked tired. He fell to his knees and let his palms touch the floor. He panted and let his head stare at the carpet with a look of hardened conflict. It was evident all over his body that there was a struggle going on inside him and Dot had just nearly made him explode from the pent up frustration.
He just couldn't grasp why his possible victims could still proclaim such love…
Dot jumped a bit when the door to the tower nudged into her back a bit. She stepped away from it and saw that it had been opened from the outside. Taking her eyes off Yakko for a second, she looked and saw Skippy standing there with a small paper notice in his hands. It was a tad wet, as was the rest of him, but it was in good readable condition.
"I heard the scream. Are you okay?" Skippy asked first. He knew Dot had gone to see Yakko. That scream had scared him a bit but having seen Dot standing still through the crack of the unclosed tower door assured him that she was at least unharmed physically. Still, he couldn't be too careful in a situation like this.
"I… I'm fine… I-Is that ALL you heard?" Dot asked quickly. Skippy blinked and nodded. She looked relieved to hear that.
Yakko stayed where he was. He wasn't moving from his spot on the carpet.
"A-Anyway… what are you-?" Dot began to ask before Skippy moved out of the way to reveal a second figure. Dot's look shifted to absolute surprise at what she saw.
Wakko was standing there. He was wobbling and tired but he was managing to remain standing regardless. It wasn't until he made an attempt to walk inside that he collapsed into Dot's arms.
"Wakko! Why are you here! What happened?! Did you leave the hospital?" Dot asked.
Yakko's ears twitched.
Wakko gulped and moaned in slight pain. "… I was about to get my regular shot but I… for some reason they… kicked me out."
The words lingered in the air for a bit.
Dot reacted first.
"WHAT?! They… kicked you out?! B-But… the pay should be well taken care of… wh-why would they-?"
"I don't know…" Wakko interrupted her. Skippy held onto the obvious eviction notice while he talked. "I'm not so good at going long distances or climbing so Skippy helped me here when I saw him, Rita, and Runt in the waiting room. I tried asking why but they kept saying that there wasn't anything they could do… a-and…" Wakko groaned. Dot quickly began to trot him over to the couch so he could sit and rest. He wasn't in a good condition at all. To be denied his shot of all things. What sense did this make?
"It seems so cruel…" Skippy muttered.
Yakko's fingers were gripping the carpet rather hard.
"… I knew it… Stuff like this… It'll never stop happening to us…"
Dot, Wakko, and Skippy all turned to face Yakko. They were about to inquire as to what he meant by that before he stood up and bolted just as fast out the door.
Skippy was pushed to the side and he fell into a small puddle on the red porch of the tower. Dot rushed toward the door and ran outside it in haste, with Wakko still over her shoulder due to having stopped mid-way from reaching the couch.
"Yakko! What're you doing?! Come back!"
Yakko ignored her. He slid down the ladder and struck the ground with intense feriousity. His mind was clouded and the booming thunder that began to blare in the sky didn't help clear it up.
"… Those monsters… the hospital… just by the lot… not too far… not too far…" Yakko muttered as he began running. His body felt cold despite how hot his feelings were. He moved fast and was fixated on his quickly formed designation. He stopped only once. It was to reach behind a dumpster where he produced his favorite axe. A wicked grin crossed his features.
"Evict my little brother for no reason… ? Bastards… Explaination… I'd better get one or else…! All of them… they'll all…!"
He ran onward, not paying any attention to the ones rushing after him from behind in the now pouring rain.
