Another thanks to Speckless Nougat and BlackSpots for proofreading.

I'm sorry this took so long to post. I had writers block like crazy and I could NOT think of anything to do with this chapter.

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This chapter is considerably dark and intense, so I warn you.


The slight breeze that was blowing through the barred off window, the pitter-patter of water dripping from a faucet, the sound of boots squishing through a deep mud puddle, the clunky sound of a door being unlocked...

Wakko's eyes snapped open. Panicked, he fell off the bed that he was laying on. He groaned, trying to regain his composure. He groggily looked at the wooden door that was across the room, and saw that the door knob was being turned.

When the natural instinct to protect himself kicked in, he slid himself underneath the bed. He curled himself into a ball, trying to get himself as small as possible. He clamped his eyes shut in hope that doing so would allow him to wake up from this horrible nightmare.

Wakko cringed at the squeak of the door being opened. He held his breath, hoping that whoever was entering would not see him.

The door was slammed shut. Someone was in the room, walking around. Whoever was in the room was breathing very heavily, like he just got done running a marathon. The sound of boots marching on stone echoed throughout the room. The man was clearly making more noise than he needed to.

"Well, I'm glad you finally woke up!" The man exclaimed. He sounded a little more childlike and friendly than Wakko thought he would, but that doesn't mean he was just about to give up his position underneath the bed.

"Oh no, I have no idea where you are! Oh well, you win! I guess I'll just leave the room now." The man sarcastically said. Wakko was no dummy. He has put up with more than enough sarcasm from Yakko to know when someone is bullshitting him.

"HA! Do you honestly think I don't know where you are? Wow, you toons are stupider than I though." The man almost fell over on the floor due to his laughing. Apparently, Wakko's ignorance was the funniest thing ever.

Although he probably knew that Wakko was underneath the bed, he wasn't gonna give up. Maybe the man was wrong on where he is, maybe he has no idea that he is underneath the bed.

"Alright, come on out now." The man said. His voice was calming and nice sounding, though Wakko knew it was all probably just a gimmick.

Wakko stayed underneath the bed. He hoped that if he didn't respond then maybe the man would leave him alone, or better yet, think he escaped.

"Look, I don't want to fight with you. Just come out and we can work this out in a more, umm, civilized manner."

Wakko wasn't budging. He clamped his eyes shut tighter, hoping that the man would just leave him alone. But sadly, the man wouldn't.

"Look, either you come out from under the bed RIGHT NOW, or I cut your tail off and turn it into a fancy knick-knack!" The man violently yelled.

So much for civilized...

Terrified by the latter, Wakko decided that he liked his tail and would like to keep it.

"Ok! I'll come out!" Wakko yelled, fear in his voice. His eyes were getting teary as he crawled his way out from underneath the bed.

"Whats the matter? Ya look like you have been kidnapped by a bunch of random people for reasons that are currently unknown." The man said, sarcasm etched in his voice.

Wakko gave him a scared, but also confused look.

"Ha, don't worry kid. Nothing THAT bad is gonna happen. We just need you for a few, umm, 'tests', then you can go home!" The man putting an emphasis on 'tests'

"Really? You'll let me go home?" Wakko asked.

"Yeah, why not? Its not like your brother wants you back though. I saw how you cursed in from of him. How mad he was. He probably hates you. Infact, he is probably happy that you aren't there! You were an annoyance to him, just a real piece of shit. He probably only took care of you because its required by law that he does so." The man cruelly explained.

Wakko's eyes began to fill with tears. Was it possible? This man knew a lot about him, could what he is saying be true?

"Shut up! That's not true! He is probably looking for me right now!" Wakko yelled angrily.

"Oh, but it is true! You're a big sack of steaming shit. Everyone hates you. Trust me, we're probably doing a favor for Yakko by taking you off his hands." The man explained, monotone in his voice.

"Shut... up..." Wakko growled. Anger filled his voice. He was just about ready to snap.

"Pffft, what are you gonna do? Eat me? That seems to be the only thing you're good at." The man was relentless.

"Just stop!" Tears were beginning to stream down his face.

"Aww, you're not gonna cry, are you?" The man asked with false concern.

"Please just... leave me alone." Wakko said, trying his best to hold back the tears.

"Aww, does the little baby want his bottle? I'm sorry, but we left that at the tower!" The man replied.

Wakko covered his face with his hands. Tears were streaming down his face, but his crying was silent. He was NOT about to give this man what he wanted.

"No one is looking for you Wakko. You're stuck here, you will NEVER get out. Yakko doesn't give two shits about finding you. Are you listening?!" The man grabbed Wakko's arms and forced him to look at him directly in the eyes.

"The rest of your miserable life belongs to us. I hope you enjoyed your time with Yakko, because you will NEVER see him again!" The man was almost screaming directly in his face.

Wakko couldn't hold it in anymore. He broke down, sobbing almost hysterically. Tears were soaking his fur, and he was hyperventilating. The man laughed, dropping him back on the ground.

"Goodboy. You see, life will be a little less painful if you just give me want I want." The mans voice went from yelling and angry, to calm and collected in almost an instant.

The man left the room, locking the door behind him. Wakko was still on the floor, crying silently. He regained his composure and pulled himself back into his bed. He laid his head on the pillow, and just laid there. He wasn't crying, sleeping, or anything, he was just laying there with a black expression on his face.