Everyone presumes that Dr Scratchansniff absolutely despises the Warners, especially more so in the reboot. As he was the 'Protagonist' or the 'Villain' now, instead of the fatherly figure like in the original.
Yes, that was true on camera. But off-camera? Not even close.
So it came as quite a surprise when the cameras had stopped rolling on one specific recording session, that the trio didn't hug him immediately like they often did after they got it right. Instead, they were quiet, they didn't speak to him much after that, which was worrying to him, as his kidses had never done that, and no, Scratchansniff has no shame whatsoever to call the Warners HIS kids.
They were in his office now, his actual office that is, they were in a modernised version of his office for the recording, but in reality he still kept his old one. They were still acting quiet, something was wrong with his babies and he wanted to figure out what. They sat on his red couch, looking down at their feet.
"Kidses? Are you alright?" Scratchansniff asked softly. He waited, giving the children time to collect their words.
That was another assumption that wasn't true. On camera the trio were full of energy bouncing off the walls, and yes, sometimes they were like that outside of the camera, but most of the time they were vulnerable, they were quiet around people, scared to even speak half the time, which made their psychiatrist sad.
Guess all the time in the water tower made them afraid of people.
But after the little ones gathered their words, they spoke to him.
"You don't really hate us, do you?" Yakko asked, his Voice shy, timid, and almost even scared.
They were scared of him?
This was concerning.
"Yakko honey, what are you talking about?" Scratchansniff asked gently.
"What you said to us." Yakko clarified.
Scratchansniff was even more bewildered. What on earth did he mean? They were just recording an episode for the latest season of the Animaniacs reboot, what was so—
Oh.
OH!
The Warners had taken what Scratchansniff said literally...
Wait, that wasn't good.
The trio sometimes forget that they're actors, sometimes they forget that what they film isn't necessarily real. Their actors, just like Idina Menzel, Kristen Bell, or Emma Watson. Sometimes they become so invested in a scene, that the little ones find it hard to come back to their normal reality. Something Scratchansniff was gently trying to teach them.
The trio must've forgotten again.
" Little ones, you do remember that what we film isn't real don't you?" Scratchansniff asked them.
They nodded. "Yeah, we know Scratchy, it's just... You said a sentence that hurt a little more than it was supposed to." Yakko said quietly.
Scratchansniff blinked. What did he say? What sentence even?
Then he remembered what started this whole thing. Yakko asked if Scratchansniff hated them..
It suddenly dawned on him. Scratchansniff had said a three worded sentence that he swore he would never ever say to them.
He had also been teaching them to use kinder words towards others as well as each other. He distinctly remember telling the kids that the sentence 'I hate you' was too strong of a sentence to say to anyone. Hating someone should be only for people that rightfully deserve it. Not petty little arguments.
Scratchansniff Looked at them. "I used that horrible sentence, didn't I?" Scratchansniff whispered.
The kids nodded. "Yeah, you did." Wakko said softly.
"We're mad, we're really really mad." Dot said.
Scratchansniff nodded. " I can see that you're mad." Scratchansniff acknowledged.
"You told us never to Use that three worded sentence, so what gives ya the right to use it?" Yakkko asked annoyed.
The psychiatrist sighed. "You Kidses are correct, yes. If you don't have the right to use it neither should I. But, again, I was acting little ones, we were acting. I had to say what I said for the sake of the scene." Scratchansniff explain gently.
This was why Scratchansniff adopted them when he did. Scratchansniff was one of the only few people that would take the time to explain such things so gently to these emotionally fragile children. Scratchansniff was trained to deal with people like this, he was given training on how to treat cartoon characters like the Warner trio.
He didn't talk down to them as though they were babies, because they weren't! They were preteens and teenagers, so they should be spoken to as such. Scratchansniff just rephrased things to help them understand things better.
Yes, the trio were mentally challenged, all of them at least dealing with some kind of disability, i.e. autism and or ADHD, but they still could be spoken to like their actual age.
People just didn't take the time to understand them like he did.
So, Scratchansniff gently picked them up placing them all on his lap, wrapping them in a safe and warm embrace. He could hear them starting to get upset, so, he reassures them, telling them it's okay to cry and feel these feelings. He reminds them that feelings are okay, even the ones that we don't like. He holds them ever so tight, squeezing them, and making them feel loved, because he knows they need it right now.
He knows they need this.
It also might be time for them to revert to their younger headspaces
"You can regress if you need to, little ones, we're not filming anymore today." Scratchansniff says gently.
The little ones, already partly regressing, nodded, snuggling into their caregiver.
Scratchansniff just sat like that for a few minutes with them, content and happy.
Yeah, everyone can think that Dr Scratchansniff absolutely despises the Warners, they can think whatever they want.
But in reality he could never.
A/N:
Helloooo Everyone!
Yeah, I'm back with another Animaniacs story. It's been sitting in my drafts unfinished for a few months now, probably because I've been focusing on other projects that I'm hyper fixating on. But, eventually, I finally finished this one.
It's pure Animaniacs headcannons and self projection lol but y'know.
I was semi regressed while writing the end of this, hence why the Warners regressed too, because I can write them however the hell I want! In fanfiction I'm their Overlord! *Maniacal evil laughter*
Anyway.
I wanted to post this as, I don't know, maybe tell you guys something? I don't know, but I'm gonna say it anyway.
I am currently on the waiting list for a possible autism diagnosis.
This isn't something I want to glorify or have any congratulations over, it's a very very scary process for me personally, and as much as I want to find out answers as to why I act the way I do, I might not even get diagnosed yet, it can take up to like 18 months or something like that to get something like this seen. And it could be a waste of time, we just don't know.
College has never brought something like this to the surface before, i've always learnt to hide them, probably because my school was so closed off and structured, and college is the total opposite of that. It's very open, not being in one building, it's in multiple. It's not structured either, or at least, it's not as structured. Which, clearly, my brain hasn't taken to very well.
When I was in school, we followed a very exact schedule, the same thing every day. That's how it was for 17 years of my life. Now you could just see it as me struggling to adjust, and yeah, you could see it as that, but it's not.
But anyway, I've rambled on enough, make sure to favourite and follow for more! I'll see you next time!
Narf!