"Immortal" (Name W.I.P)

(I just wanna apologize for being dead- I've been really out of it recently and I just wanna say I sincerely apologize, and I feel terrible about it. Enjoy the fic.)

It was a nice day outside in Burbank. The birds were singing, the flowers were blooming, and on days like these, kids like the Warners… were causing mischief. Running out of a candy store while being chased by the clerk, the Warners were having a great time. They ran for a while, until they ran into a neighborhood that they shouldn't really be in… Yep, you guessed it, Toon Town. Once the Warners stopped, they took a good look at their surroundings. "Aaaaaah, I don't think we should be here." Yakko said. After a moment, all three of them heard a growl behind them. As they all turned around, an orange tabby cat toon lunged at Yakko with a knife, nearly stabbing him in the ribs. They both fell to the ground, Yakko having the wind knocked out of him. His siblings stood there, shocked. Yakko took a moment to focus and observe the seemingly rabid toon. 'Rotting teeth, thin body, half of his face is kinda saggy which is most likely a stroke… yep, meth addict.' In the few moments he had been pondering, the cat toon had pulled out a knife and was about to stab him with it. Once Yakko finally realized this, he frantically looked at his siblings and shouted "Run! Go back to the lot!" as they turned and ran, the cat toon plunged the knife into his torso, causing Yakko to scream in pain. Yakko struggled against the toons surprisingly strong grip, but to no avail. The knife that the cat toon wielded stabbed in and out, again and again, in an almost rhythmic sort of way. Each time the knife created another gash, Yakko's screams became weaker and weaker, until none were heard at all. Soon after, realizing what he had done, the cat toon ran in a panic.

Yakko's eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the sunlight above him. After a minute, he somehow mustered the strength to stand up, albeit not upright. Blood spilled practically everywhere, staining the white fur of his feet as he hacked up more blood on the concrete below him than he thought possible. With a burning desire he couldn't quite pinpoint the origin of, he trudged on, trying to keep most of his blood in by holding his torso and mouth. All he knew was he needed to get back to the lot. Back to his siblings. As he limped along the sidewalk, passerby looked on in terror and confusion. Yakko knew that it was gonna take a while to get back to the lot, but he'd make it for them. For his siblings. He'd do anything for them, and he wasn't quite sure how he'd handle himself if anything happened to them. All he knew was he couldn't die. Not yet. Not until he had completed his job as an older brother, protector, and guardian to his kin.

Meanwhile…

Run. That was all they had to do. That was all they could do. Run until they could run no more. They ran and ran and ran until their spinning minds and sore feet sent them back to the lot. As they practically busted down Scratchy's door, Dot was shaking and Wakko was on the verge of tears. Scratchy hopped up immediately and ran to the two panicking toons. "Are you kids alright? Vhat happened?" Scratchy asked, as worried as a man could possibly be. Wakko attempted to speak. "C-cat- kn-knife- attacked u-us- W-west toon town- Yakko- h-hurt-" Scratchy kneeled down to Wakko and put his hands on his shoulders, trying to steady the now shaking and crying toon. "Slow down, Vakko. Take some deep breaths." Wakko nodded and attempted something similar to a deep breath. Dot did the same next to him, trying to calm herself down as well. After a moment, their breathing mostly evened out. Scratchy sighed and went to sit down in is chair, gesturing for Wakko and Dot to sit down as well in the other seat. "Now, tell me Vhat happened."

Later…

Yakko hobbled his way down to the studio, nearly passing out several times within the long trek home. As dusk approached, the studio came within sight. It was mostly quiet as most of the actors had gone home by now, however a comforting light glowed from the windows of Scratchy's office. Yakko managed to hobble over, his determination to be with his siblings overpowering the aching pain all over his body. He knocked on the door, awaiting the look on Scratchy's face at his disheveled state.

Scratchy was sitting in his chair, thinking over what to do about Wakko and Dot when his thoughts were interrupted by light knocking from the front door. Scratchy got up and walked over to the door, immensely unprepared for the sight he was bound to see.

As the door creaked open, Yakko braced for any jarring sounds or movements. As was expected, Scratchy shrieked in a high, feminine way. "OH MY- Vhat happened!?" Yakko cocked his head. Still holding his mouth in a failing effort to stop the mass bleeding, he gestured inside with his tail, a questioning look on his face. Scratchy nodded and stepped aside, letting Yakko enter the building for medical treatment.

Soon after Yakko had been bandaged up, his siblings rushed in, shouting his name in unison and tackle-hugging him. Yakko chuckled weakly, seemingly moments away from knocking on Death's door. "I-I'm alright, sibs. I'll l-live." Dot looked up at him with great concern. Even she saw a glimpse of what he looked like without the bandages, and she thought her brothers were the strongest Toons alive, and nothing would change that. But this… He looked so weak. Dark circles clawed at his eyes, and a little dried blood clung to his fur in various places between his gut and his mouth. His eyelids hung half-closed, making Dot fear that if he fell asleep, he wouldn't wake up. Yakko was just happy his siblings were fine, even at the cost of his life. He knew it wouldn't come to that, though…

He made a promise to protect them, after all.

~Chapter 1~

(Hi. GiMmE iDeAs PlEeEeEeeEEeeEEeeEEaSe? [Jeez my spellcheck is having a breakdown-] Idk, just gimme some scenarios where Yakko needs to protect his siblings and should die afterwards but doesn't. Anyway, GOODNIGHT, EVERYBODY!)