One morning, Dot was in the bathroom brushing her hair. She had taken her signature flower pin out of her hair and let her locks hang down. Her hair was a deep shade of black which matched her fur. It was soft and silky, and was straight at the top and wavy at the bottom, with a few curls sticking out here and there. She ran the hair brush through her hair to straighten out the curls. She did not want to go out with her hair looking knotted and uncombed.
Dot very much cared about her appearance and the way she looks. Every morning, she takes a nice long shower to make her fur shine. She then brushes her hair, drying it with a hair dryer, and applies lotion on her hands to keep them feeling soft and moist. Contrast to her brothers who rarely care about how they look. It's not uncommon for Yakko and Wakko to go about their day with frizzy, uncombed hair. The two of them never bother to get ready in the morning; they just throw on some clothes and they're ready to go! Not Dot – she's very meticulous when it comes to choosing her outfits.
Boys, she thought, shaking her head. I can't with them sometimes.
After brushing her hair, Dot carefully stuck her flower pin back onto her head in its rightful spot. She then glanced at herself in the mirror, smiling at her reflection. She was sporting her ever-iconic pink skirt and a black sweater that matched the color of her fur – you could barely tell she was wearing a sweater at all.
Coincidentally, at that same time, Wakko barged into the bathroom with dirty laundry in one hand and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in the other. He was rocking his classic blue turtleneck sweater, bright red baseball cap, and black sweatpants that, like Dot's sweater, was the same color as his fur.
" Ugh! Not even a knock! You're lucky I wasn't naked when you barged in here!" Dot remarked.
"Sorry, sis. I had to put my pajamas in the laundry," Wakko said as he proceeded to toss his pajamas into the laundry basket next to the washing machine.
Dot scowled at her older brother. "I suppose Yakko told you to put your pajamas in the laundry, am I right?"
"How'd you know?" Wakko asked, almost surprised by this.
"Because he has to remind you every morning," Dot shot her brother a smug look. "I can't believe you're surprised by this. You would think with the amount of times he has to remind you, it would become routine to you by this point. I put my pajamas in the laundry every morning."
"We can't all be like you, Dot. Doing everything perfectly," he countered. He took a large chomp out of his PB . A large drop of peanut butter was splattered onto his shirt.
"You and the PB 's," Dot laughed dryly. "I see that most of that sandwich is ending up on your shirt. Last time I checked, it's supposed to go in your mouth."
The eleven year old rolled his eyes. "Do you always have to point out every little mishap I make?"
"Hey, you could have put your laundry in here earlier. That way, you wouldn't have to barge in on me, then I wouldn't be angry at you. And you can be as messy and rude as you'd like! How does that sound?"
She was being a smartass on purpose for the sake of annoying her older brother. Wakko in particular was very fun to mess around with. He was scrappy and quick to anger, especially when being critiqued by his sister. Sure, she felt sort of bad when Wakko finally broke under pressure, but sometimes, Dot couldn't help herself when poking fun at him. Besides, it was her brother who decided to barge in on her; that was on him.
"Well, uh, I'm not that messy," Wakko retorted. "It's not that much peanut butter! It comes off, see?"
Wakko took one of his fingers and smeared the peanut butter on his sweater. For some odd reason, that made Dot burst out laughing. Wakko lowered his eyebrows at his sister.
"What's so funny?" He asked.
"Heh heh, you said that..," Dot said in between laughter, " it comes off easy and you…heh, and you..pfft..started smearing it on your shirt."
Dot giggled uncontrollably. She was laughing so hard that she had started crying. She was worried that she was going to pee herself and have to change her underwear. Wakko's face in that moment was priceless. Needless to say that he did not take well the fact that he had just made a fool of himself in trying to come up with a clever comeback to Dot's statement.
After a solid minute of laughing, Dot finally cooled down. She wiped a tear from her eye. Her stomach hurt from laughing so hard.
"Oh, gosh, I needed that laugh. Wow, I can't believe you smeared it all over your sweater. Now you're going to have to put that sweater in the laundry."
"It's not that bad. It'll fade overtime," Wakko said dismissively.
"Um, no! It will not fade overtime if you leave it like that," she told him. "You already have so many stains on that thing. Put it in the laundry."
Wakko sighed heavily. He tossed the last of his PB into his mouth, then he stripped his shirt off and threw it into the laundry basket. The boy was left shirtless, which made him look like Yakko. But because Wakko's pants are in a similar color to his fur, it also made him look naked.
"Eww!! I didn't mean for you to strip down naked, Wakko!" Dot teased.
"Shut up! I'm wearing pants, see?" Wakko pulled on the waist band to indicate to Dot that he was wearing pants. "Like, holy crap! Are you going to pick on me all day!?"
Dot scoffed. "I was just teasing you, bro. No need to get so upset with me."
"I'm going to put on another shirt," Wakko grunted. The boy left the bathroom in an instant, not even glancing at her or saying goodbye as he left.
What's the matter with him? Dot thought to herself. He does realize that I was only teasing him, right?
Now that Dot was done getting ready for the day, she put her hairbrush back in the drawer and turned off the light fixture that hung over the mirror. She left the bathroom and walked back to her bedroom where her brother was getting dressed. Wakko had chosen a dark blue shirt with a pocket at the front. He was mumbling under his breath; Dot stood in the doorway watching him.
"Wak, you know I was just kidding with you. You know that, right?" Dot said to her brother. She didn't mean to offend Wakko with what she said. More than anything, she didn't want to deal with her brother being grumpy all day.
"Yeah, yeah, I know," he sighed as he put his arms through the sleeves of the shirt. "I guess I don't really like to be picked on like that, ya know. It can be fun, sometimes, but it can get annoying after a while – do you know what I'm saying?"
Dot nodded. "Yeah. I mean, no one likes to be, but sometimes you have to look at the humor of the situation. Besides, it feels better to laugh than it does to keep your anger all bottled up inside."
"I agree," Wakko finished.
Dot smiled warmly. She looked at her brother in the shirt he was wearing; she had to say, it looked great on him. It must have been new, as she had never seen her brother wear it before.
"That shirt looks great on you!" Dot complimented.
Wakko smiled. "Gee, thanks, sis. Yakko got it for me for my birthday last year. I hadn't had the chance to wear it until now. I have to agree, it suits me well."
"It very much does," She agreed, "You should wear it more often."
"Guess so? I always wear my sweater, and I like it a lot. But it's good to shake things up sometimes, give myself some variety, you know?"
Dot laughed; she felt happy inside knowing that her brother was not mad at her anymore. She did admit that she was a little bit harsh towards Wakko, but it was good knowing that things were going well between them again. Suddenly, she had the urge to ask her brother an important question.
"Don't mind me asking, but—can I hug you, Wakko?" She asked, hesitating a little, not really knowing how her brother would react to that.
Wakko grinned reassuringly. "Of course, bring it in!" He held his arms out for his sister to run into. Dot wrapped her arms around her brother's waist, feeling his brother's warm body. Wakko squeezed her firmly, bringing her into a hug.
She didn't hug her brother as much as she used to. When she was younger, she used to hug her brother all the time, whenever she felt sad, scared, or lonely. But she had grown older, and she grew a desire to act more mature than her age. But feeling the familiar, comforting touch of her brother's warm arms brought out a warm, special feeling in Dot; one that emitted the thought that everything would be ok. And frankly, those feelings were exactly what she needed in that moment.
"I love you, Wakko," Dot told her older brother in an innocent, sweet voice.
"Don't mention it. You'll always be my little sister to me," Wakko said. "Just don't tell Yakko that I did this."
"I won't," she chuckled. "It will be our little secret."
Both siblings smiled as they embraced each other's love. True, they fought sometimes, but what siblings didn't? They tease each other, get angry with each other, but after all is done, they forgive one another and everything becomes sane again. That is, until another argument is started and the cycle starts all over again.
For Dot, it's sometimes hard living with her brothers, and Yakko and Wakko can certainly get on her nerves. They were boys, and boys had the tendency to be loud, rude and obnoxious. But when she really thought about it, she wouldn't say that she wanted to live without them. In fact, she really couldn't live without them. Both her brothers bring out the best in her, and Dot brings out the best in them. Whenever one of them was feeling down, the other two would cheer their sibling up and bring a smile back to their face. Through times of hardship, they stood by each other's side, comforting one another with jokes and laughter.
Because they are siblings, and siblings must stick together.
Author's note: It's been a while since I posted something, and I was feeling the desire to write a Wakko and Dot related one shot, so here we are. I think it turned out pretty well; we really don't get enough stories with these two together.