Notes: In which Wakko feels even worse causing his emotions to rise...or Wakko Angst: The Chapter


Wakko was kneeling in front of the toilet, with his forehead resting against the cool toilet lid. His insides and throat felt like they were on fire. His stomach churned as he thought about what just happened.

He hadn't meant to do that , to throw up on Yakko like that. But Yakko had just kept at it and kept at it until Wakko felt he had nothing else to do but do it . To prove to Yakko that yes, he was really and truly sick.

Humiliation burned his cheeks as he remembered the incident. He really, really didn't mean to do that. He had wanted nothing more than to run back to the safety of the bathroom. But alas, his older brother just couldn't accept his answer.

Misery gnawed at Wakko's heart as he thought more and more about his beloved older brother. Yakko had thought that he lied.

(Okay, so he had lied about the interview. Big whoop. He definitely didn't lie about being sick.)

Wakko let out a pitiful growl as he heard someone approaching the door. He could take a good, hard guess at who it was. It was probably Yakko.

Please, please go away. Jus' go away, Wakko thought miserably. 'M sorry Yakko, I didn't mean it but…I jus' can't talk to you right now….

Yakko knocked on the door but Wakko couldn't find it in him to answer. It was better this way; not answering despite everything within screaming for him to. Then Yakko tried the doorknob that was (still) locked. Wakko stayed still, his eyes shut tight. He silently willed for Yakko to just go away.

Go away, please go away…

"I'm sorry, Wakko," Yakko murmured. "I didn't mean to humiliate you like that. I should've believed ya."

Wakko bit down on the whimper that had begun to rise from his throat. Although the metaphorical knife in his chest twisted even deeper as he listened to Yakko's words. It was made even worse by the fact that his older brother sounded so sincere…

Yakko shakily sighed. "I love you, Wakkoreno."

Wakko let out a little sigh at this, feeling guilt twist deeper in his stomach. He almost, almost said something. The words were right on the tip of his tongue but alas, they fizzled out. So instead he simply stayed where he was, letting the guilt eat at him.

It became even worse when it was Dot who spoke up next.

"Hey, Wakko. It's me, Dot." Then she paused, as if waiting for him to respond. When he didn't, she pressed on. "I just want you to know that…that I love you. And even though Yaks-a-lot is acting like a real dingus right now…you can always talk to me."

'Yaks-a-lot is acting like a dingus'? Wakko thought, feeling a brief sense of amusement. You can say that again…

A multitude of emotions began to swirl inside of Wakko and he decided to say nothing 'lest he snap and say the wrong thing. It was better to say nothing than to become an emotional mess and break his promise.

Eventually Wakko's knees began to hurt from kneeling for so long and so he got up onto shaky legs. Wakko leaned against the bathroom sink, taking in his own reflection in the mirror. He looked like someone dragged him backwards through some thorn bushes. Some parts of his pelt were stuck out at odd angles whereas some parts were shiny and slicked down by sweat. His sweater was crumpled. There were the beginnings of bags underneath his eyes. And there was clear pain shining in his eyes.

Wakko stared at his own reflection through half-lidded eyes for what seemed like forever.

His emotions seemed to finally calm down until suddenly fear burst upwards as he thought about how to avoid his siblings.

Maybe they're watchin' a movie? I jus' have to tiptoe to the bunk and fall asleep.

Then he heard the main door slam shut. His breath quickened as he tentatively unlocked the bathroom door and went out. It was radio silent in the water tower. Wakko walked around searching for his siblings.

He checked the attic; no one was there. Then he checked the guest room; not a single soul. Eventually he came to the conclusion that Yakko and Dot had left him behind.

It's better this way. At least I don' have to deal with 'em right now.

A sudden chill overcame him and so he slowly went over to the lower bunk and took Yakko's big lavender faux fur blanket and wrapped himself in it. Wakko briefly contemplated just going back to sleep only for his stomach to let out a monstrous growl that frightened him.

Panic swirled around, constricting his heart as he waited for the inevitable to happen.

Wakko waited for that awful fiery feeling to return only to sigh with relief when it didn't. After a moment or two he realized that it was just hunger pains. Wakko slowly went into the kitchen and made himself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with a glass of water. Then he sat down on the couch and munched on his sandwich while staring down at the floor, not paying a lick of attention to what was on TV at the moment.

Soo after he began to feel sleep tug at him and so he let it, closing his eyes. Relaxing into the comforting darkness.


Wakko dreamt a lot of things. The first thing he dreamt was about him getting KITT from Knight Rider in an auction. The next thing he dreamt of was about him meeting Patrick Swayze. Then after the dreams began to blur together before dissolving and forming into a vivid nightmare.

Wakko found that he was backed into a corner in some unseen room. Yakko and Dot were leering down at him, their shadows seeming to stretch and envelop him. It almost felt suffocating in a way.

"Why'd you do it, Wakko?" Dot asked, sounding innocent. Despite the wicked smile plastered on her face. "Why did you push me like that? Do you hate me?"

Despite the absolute terror that seized his heart, Wakko managed to shake his head.

"N-No I never hated you…."

Yakko cocked his head to the side. "Sooooo, then you must hate me, huh?"

Wakko shook his head again.

That seemed to be the wrong thing to do because Yakko lunged forward and grabbed him by the chin. A devious smirk appeared on Yakko's face upon seeing him so terrified.

"D'awww, you don't have to lie to spare my feelings," he whispered as a sense of cold dread dripped down Wakko's spine. "I know, deep down, you hate me. And that's okay, 'cause I hate you too."

Wakko swallowed hard, desperate to say something. To tell Yakko that no, no he didn't hate him. Unfortunately, the words just wouldn't come out. No matter what he did, the words would just fizzle on his tongue.

After a moment or two or however many passed, Yakko finally clicked his tongue as he dragged Wakko closer to him. He still had that painfully tight grip on Wakko's chin.

"In fact, I hate you so much…" Yakko grinned, this time showing off his sharp canines. "That I wish you'd just do me and Dot a favor and off yourself."

Dot nodded savagely, as if in agreement.

All Wakko could do was stand there and stare, unable to comprehend what he had just heard. All the while his dear siblings laughed their heads off.


Wakko awoke to the awful fiery feeling steadily rising within him. It started deep in his stomach and steadily worked its way up through his throat. He managed to Toon-run to the bathroom and promptly puked. Afterwards he left the bathroom on shaky legs.

It was jus' a dream. he told himself. Jus' a dream. Yakko and Dot wouldn't want that …right?

Right?

Another chill seized Wakko and he grabbed fistfuls of (Yakko's) the purple blanket and pulled it tighter around him. The pressure didn't do much to ward off the awful thoughts that stayed stuck to his mind.

They left me behind. Maybe they do love each other more than me? I should go…no one would care if I left.

The more that Wakko thought of his current predicament; the sudden illness, the Yakko-loving-Dot-more-than-him, the promise, etc. The more that frustration began to bubble up inside of him like lava in a volcano.

With those thoughts came the sudden realization that-

-He was done.

He was so done.

With everyone and everything.

As the frustration continued to work its way through Wakko, something else began to form underneath it all.

Sadness.

Unending sadness.

Tears began to form in his eyes, blurring his vision. He was so close, so close to just losing it. Breaking that damn promise. It was just too easy to let go and cry.

But as Wakko stood there in that way too cold living room, in that way to quiet silence, he came to an awful conclusion.

What if he did cry and then that led to the dream coming true? What if he cried and Yakko and Dot came home and laughed at him? Called him a cry baby?

Yakko had already said how emotional he was on local television. It was abundantly clear that Yakko loved Dot more than him.

Despite everything within him screaming to just let it out, Wakko found that he couldn't. He just couldn't do it. He needed to keep that promise, however hard it was. He needed to win Yakko's love back no matter what it took.

And with that determination in mind, Wakko reached up and yanked hard on his ears. Pain sparked in his scalp from the tug but he pressed onwards, willing the tears to go away. Eventually his vision cleared up and he let his ears go. The pain remained for a short while.

(It was odd but….Wakko found that he was starting to like the pain. He tried not to dwell

on this for long.

It was better to shove that dark thought away.

For now.)

Wakko paced up and down the living room, uncertainty swirling in his mind. He didn't know what to do. On one hand he (secretly) wished that Yakko and Dot were there to take care of him but on the other hand he was still mad at Yakko. Unable to forgive him at the moment for what he had said.

Eventually Wakko came to the conclusion that he just needed a walk and some fresh air to calm himself down.

So he wrote a note:

I'm going to the park. Will come home when I feel like it. Don't follow me. I know you'll do it, Dot. And you, Yakko. Just don't. Please. ~Wakko

Once the note was finished, Wakko stuck it onto the refrigerator and promptly left the water tower. As he stepped onto the balcony outside, he took in the sight before him.

The sun was beginning to set, causing streaks of purples of reds to appear across the sky. Not a single cloud could be seen. And a light breeze blew, ruffling his fur and gently stirring his sweater.

As he made his way to Burbank park, peace was beginning to settle in him. It was beginning to feel like things were looking up when, without fail, it swiftly dived back down.

If only he had gone the long way, then what happened next would've been just an alternate reality. But instead he had gone the short way and had bumped straight into Minerva Mink.

If Wakko had to be honest, which in this instant he was, he didn't like her. Of course on the show he had to act like he loved her (as did Yakko). Act like he wanted to jump into Minerva's arms and kiss her. In reality though, he really didn't like her. If anything he wanted to find whoever wrote those scenes and give them a nice smack in the face with a mallet.

He just couldn't stand her. How she would belittle him, how she would treat her supposed best friend, Newt, with so much disrespect, how she had snapped when Yakko had come out as bisexual. It was so sad and made him so frustrated at the same time.

Of course it seemed that the feeling was mutual because when Wakko bumped into Minerva, she immediately tensed up. Her hackles rose as she swiftly turned around. Wakko met her fierce gaze with a carefully blank one.

"Watch where you're going!" she snapped, her fur frizzing up.

Wakko bit down a heavy sigh, instead opting to apologize.

"'M sorry Minerva, I was jus' daydreamin'." Wakko tried to keep his tail from flicking in annoyance as he saw that devilish smirk appear on Minerva's face.

Minerva combed her fingers through her blonde mane of hair as she regarded him with a lofty expression.

"I accept your apology. After all, you must feel soooo bad after that interview."

W-What? he thought, bewildered.

"I-I um….you saw it?" Wakko hoped, oh he hoped that she hadn't. It was embarrassing enough that the fans had (probably) seen it on local television but for one of his co-workers to? Was just even more embarrassing.

Minerva seemed delighted in his obvious discomfort as she said, "Yep, I saw that interview that Yakko and Dot did with Catherine O'Thorn."

Wakko's breath hitched in his throat as he managed out a, "Really?".

Minerva nodded, obviously delighted by his distress. Then she continued on, "I'm gonna be honest, Wakko. I'm not surprised that Yakko loves Dot more than you."

Wakko felt his heart sink in his chest and tears began to well in his eyes. He tried to walk away from her. Oh how he tried. And yet, she just had to open up her stupid mouth to speak.

What happened after that was his fatal mistake.

"D'awwww, I knew you would walk away." When Wakko refused to stop, Minerva let out a frustrated shriek as she said, "Oh my Ruegger , your heart must be made out of porcelain! Why, I bet you'll go cry a river, you cry baby!"

He should've kept walking. If he had kept walking (or heck, even ran ) then he wouldn't have done what he did next.

But, unfortunately, he did not walk away or run.

The moment that Minerva called him a cry baby, it seemed like every feeling that he had kept shoved deep down inside suddenly came up. They all swirled and coalesced; gelling into some monstrous feeling that he couldn't contain.

Instead those words set Wakko off, who turned around and swiftly smacked a mallet into the side of Minerva's face. That cartoonishly twisted her head around facing backwards. Her fists clenched and she let out an indignant scream.

"Oh my Ruegger , you're so damn sensitive!" Minerva shrieked. "I can't wait to tell Yakko and Dot what you've done…"

What have I done? What have I done? WHAT HAVE I DONE?!

Despite that awful monstrous feeling inside of him, Wakko, on the verge of tears, snapped for her to do it.

"Go ahead and tell 'em!" he snapped. "I don' care!" His voice broke as he continued on, "I can't take this anymore…"

Maybe dream Yakko and dream Dot were right…maybe they'd be better off without me.

With that awful thought in mind, Wakko turned on his heels and ran away, trying his hardest not to burst out crying.


End Notes: If I could tag this chapter with only one thing, I'd tag it with "Wakko Needs a Hug".

(A running contender would be "Minerva Mink is a Jerk")

Next up, unfortunately for Dot and Yakko what they find at the water tower will...not be good.