~*Chapter 1*~
~The beginning~
After Brain had taken over the world, everything as we knew it came crashing down. The government collapsed, and with it, so did civilization. Money had no meaning, thus trading had been brought back. Animals mutated to become terrifying beasts, and even trying to kill a simple field mouse was a 50/50 chance of surviving its irradiated bite. Because the world had come to such extremes after Pinky had set off the bombs, ultimately in an unseen betryal to attempt a jab at the throne which unfortunately failed, the only species to survive mostly undamaged by radiation and fire were toons. Even humans had gone extinct, unable to survive the nuclear winter. After such winter had passed, Pinky had made the resistance, and Brain had built his army of robot soldiers to fight it. In it all, there was one toon who had his own side. This toon was Yakko Warner, the last living Warner sibling of the three. His story begins here, walking down a road in Burbank, California.
As Yakko meandered down the road, he noticed the graveyard. 'A walk through the graveyard wouldn't hurt anyone, right?' Thought Yakko as he walked. 'After all, it's been a while since I've visited them...' Walking through the old metal gate that protected the graveyard, he felt both a chill and a wave of relief flow over him. As he walked, he read off the headstones absentmindedly. 'Slappy Squirrel, Otto Von Scratchnsniff, Thaddeus Plotz... Wakko and Dot Warner.' Yakko stopped at the last two. He knew the end of the world would bring mass death, but these two were the most unexpected. After the bombs went off and Pinky had betrayed Brain, the blast killed many, and the radiation killed many more afterwards. His siblings were the victims of the former. Now the world was in the hands of Brain, the resistance was run by Pinky, and then there was Yakko, the loner. He was on neither side, as he believed that they were both responsible for what had happened to his precious family. His only family. Yakko shook his head as he thought of how much pain they were in during those few months after the war, since sadly the burns had only wounded them. In fact, it hurt so much to think about it, he just... Sat. Sat and wept over their graves. The soft weeping turned into loud sobbing as he sat hunched over their headstones. It began to rain after a while. Yakko chuckled a tad after feeling the first raindrop of many hit his back. "The weather agrees..." He said.
Later…
Yakko awoke to an explosion in the distance. He shot up from his spot leaning against his dear kins' headstones, having cried himself to sleep the day prior. Looking around for the source, he saw big pufts of flame and shrapnel in the distance. 'Shit… I gotta do what vigilantes do best and help the fight!' Yakko thought as he sprinted off. While he was running, he grabbed an old, black cloak from a clothesline and hurriedly put it on. 'Not my usual cloak, but I don't have time to run home now.' Getting closer to the fight, he pulled his modified mallet from his hammerspace and slammed it into the metal soldier, loose nails from the end of his weapon getting stuck in the bot's head. The bot went down immediately, and he heard a faraway "Thanks!" from a fleeing member of the resistance. Yakko knew full well that he was helping the resistance, but how he saw it, the resistance was just the people against the person who made this war, famine and death; Brain. Sure, Pinky was leading it, but at least that gave him some good karma if he was just gonna take over the throne once Brain was gone, or so Yakko theorized.
Yakko swung around, mallet first, destroying the bot's face it came into contact with. Oil splattered over his face and mallet, soaking part of his hood in the process. Yakko observed the battlefield with the small frame of peace he had in between attacks. 'I don't remember there being this many droids when I got here… And are those new ones?' Before Yakko could blink, a bot snuck up behind him and raised its blade. Yakko, hearing the faint whirring of gears, spun around with his mallet raised, but he was too slow. The blade sliced through his right wrist, chopping off his hand entirely. Yakko screamed in agony before hastily retreating. Yakko ran and ran in the direction of his home, fuelled by the sound of metal clanking against concrete and a burning desire to not be caught by Brain's hench-bots. But, as he ran, the world got darker, he felt lightheaded, and his legs began to wobble with every step. He kept running, kept pushing on with every ounce of iron will in his body, determined to keep away from his robotic adversaries and continue to fight and avenge his siblings and friends. Then it all went black.
~Chapter 1~
(Hey guys! I decided to write another story, so now I have 4 stories to continue and 2 on hiatus until further notice including this one! Hooray for the depresso workaholic!)