Chapter Five: Things Get Out of Hand

They didn't stay at the park for too much longer after getting Milk back. The younger sibs were starting to tire so a quick dinner was grabbed before catching a cab. Of course the first cab available had to be a van that could carry everyone. The Warner's decided to not even fight it. Their was no point, the Sues knew where they were going anyway and would enevitably follow, especially Milk who after hearing Yakko say 'I love you' was hovering around with renewed vigar.

After another harrowing cab ride down the I-4 highway the now very wide awake Warners once again found themselves outside DWC's apartment. Her car wasn't they're when they exited the cab, but with appropriate fanfiction timing it came pulling up soon after.

Remembering Yakko's earlier assault DWC was wary to exit her vehicle. To his amusement he noticed the pepper spray in her hands.

"How was your day?" He asked with mock cheeriness. "I bet it wasn't as interesting as ours was."

"Your own fault." She said stiffly. "You're the one who decided to cry tears of love like a jackass. You could be down a Sue right now, but nooooo. You know how much harder that makes things for me? I have to come up with a whole new ending now!"

Dot gave Yakko a pointed look and elbowed him in the ribs. He rolled his eyes. "Alright, jeeze, I'm sorry!"

"As you should be." DWC grumbled.

Yakko glared in annoyance. "Hey, I'm not the only one who has things to apologize for! The whole 'let's perve all over my little sister' thing got real old real fast!"

"Yeah!" Dot agreed, "Why do you hate me?"

"I don't." She said with a slightly embarrassed sigh. "You're actually my favorite."

"Than why do you always pick on me??" Dot demanded looking confused.

"As my favorite I tend to have all of the interesting stuff happen to you."

"You have a real messed up definition of the word 'interesting'!"

"Yeah… I guess. But it gets my stories decent reviews…"

Dot frowned. "Well can't you aim a little of that 'favoritism' in someone else's direction for a while?"

"I did! But mister 'tears of love' over there had to go an-"

"Enough! I already apologized!" Yakko ranted.

"Well you can pretty much forget about there being any kind of resolution tonight. I don't even start fics usually until I have at least some idea of what the ending is gonna be. Usually if I get stuck on anything it's the little bits of filler in between the major plot points."

"Like this stuff right here which is why you're rambling?"

"Exactly."

Yakko raised an eyebrow. "So the writer currently has absolutely no idea what she's doing. That's comforting."

"You know what? I'm going to go inside right now and beta read the new chapter of The Middle Warner Sibling's fic. And when I'm done, then I'll put a little more work into this thing. In the meantime you're on your own."

"That's not fair!"

"Yeah!" Wakko whined. "I'm the real middle Warner sibling! I should come before the fake one!"

DWC considered for a moment. "How about this. I'll get you a hotel room in one of the nice Disney resorts. You'll even get your own room, I'll put Twist with the OCs."

Twist gasped.

"Leav mi famly?? Spnd teh nyte away frm mi twin?? O-o"

"I'll even make Twist okay with it so she doesn't pitch a fit."

"c u n teh morn :D !" Twist sang cheerfully as she waved goodbye to Wakko.

Yakko didn't look too mollified. "But that still means we have to go back on I-4! That road's gonna kill us!"

"Going inside now…"

"Hold on! We are not done talking to you yet!"

With a snap of her fingers Milk and K.A.S.E.Y. lunged at each other. But instead of fighting they began to make out.

"Look!" DWC exclaimed. "Slash!"

As everyone turned to watch the Sue's DWC made a break for her apartment.

"Wow." Yakko said absolutely transfixed.

"This would be so much hotter if they were in bikinis in a big vat'o jello." Wakko commented

Dot had her head tilted to one side. "I'm just not seeing the appeal here."

As the door behind DWC closed the spell was broken. Milk and K.A.S.E.Y. jerked away from each other in disgust.

Yakko glanced around and realized DWC was gone. "Heeeyyyyyy, we've just been played for chumps!"

"And she's officially violated all of her personal standards." Dot pointed out.

"Huh?"

"Remember you said in her profile she wrote that she hated Mary Sues, author insertions, bad spelling, gratuitous plot holes, chatspeak, and slash. Slash was the last thing she had to include. Now she's just gotta come up with an ending and then we can go home."

Wakko nodded. "At least we get the night to ourselves. And in a nice hotel too."

Yakko gave the door a reproachful look. "Come on sibs. She's definitely not coming back out tonight."

Everyone piled into the cab which of course had waited for them despite not ever being given any indication that they would still be needing his services. A third trip down I-4 later and the crew were collecting keys to they're hotel rooms. K.A.S.E.Y. and WakkoBob were bunking together and Milk was taking Twist who true to DWC's word barely bated an eye when it came time to leave Wakko's side.

The hotel, Port Orleans, was spread out over several small buildings that had been built to resemble old colonial homes in old style Louisiana. But the inside of the rooms were exactly as expected. Loud tacky comforters that matched loud tacky wall borders and a large television that had several channels that were nothing but ads for different Disney parks.

"Do you realize this is the first time in over twenty-four hours that we've actually been alone together?" Yakko said as they changed into they're pajamas.

Dot folded her jeans and placed them back in her suitcase. "That's like a new record for us." She stated.

"I almost forgot what it's like to be just us. Twist was never farther than a few feet from me." Wakko said as he climbed onto the bed he would be sharing with Dot.

"And the girl practically vomits rainbows and sunshine. It's deeesgusting!" She retorted.

"I actually feel kinda sorry for her." Yakko said quietly as he finished buttoning his khaki colored pajama top.

Both of his sibs stared at him in surprise.

"Why?" Dot asked.

"She really believes that she's our sister. And she has memories of us that we don't have of her. As far as she's concerned we just woke up one day and forgot about her. It's kind of a scary thing to think about really." He set his suitcase in a chair and sat down on his bed. "I know she's annoying, and she has the weirdest way of talking, but I just can't help feeling a little bit bad for her. I mean, I wouldn't want to be in her position right now. Especially considering DWC is probably going to have to kill her off."

Dot frowned. "Just watch her death be faster and less scary than mine was. I get tortured cause I'm the 'favorite'."

Yakko shuddered. "Remind me to ask her why in the hell she wrote that thing. One hundred and thirteen rhyming stanzas about the day you die is a bit excessive."

"Ya think?? I can't even go to that park anymore without getting nervous!"

"And you can't go off by yourself anymore without getting me nervous." He agreed.

"Speaking of nervous," Dot said, "Did we lock the door?"

Yakko nodded. "Yeah. It was the first thing I did."

"What about the windows?"

"Haven't touched them."

Dot hurried over to the windows and began to check them individually.

"What are you doing, sis? We're in a gated complex. Come to bed." Yakko called as he lay down.

She hesitated still facing the window. "You know that tingly feeling you get way down deep that tells you something bad is gonna happen?"

"Spidey sense?" Wakko offered.

Yakko pushed himself up onto his elbows and looked at his sister with concern. "Dot is your spidey sense tingling?"

She finally turned to face her brothers. "I don't feel safe here. WakkoBob knows where I am."

Yakko scowled at the mention of the name. "He also knows we're here."

"I feel like I'm being stared at."

"Because we're staring at you." Wakko pointed out.

"Oh… right."

Yakko stood up and walked over to her, draping his arm around her shoulders. "Would it make you feel better if we all slept in the same bed tonight so you can be in the middle? I'll even sleep on the side by the door so anything that wants you hasta go through me to get there."

Dot flung her arms around him tightly then allowed herself to be led to the bed. Wakko slid out of his bed and joined them on Yakko's.

They all snuggled up together as they had countless times before. Safely sandwhiched between her brothers, Dot was asleep in minutes, Wakko was out not long after that. But Yako wasn't so lucky. It wasn't that he wasn't exhausted, he was. He just couldn't shut his damn brain off. His thoughts kept jumping everywhere from Twist's situation, to having to fake mourn at other death scenes, to Dot's spidey sense. His spidey sense was tingling too but I thad been ever since he first realized he was in a DWC fic and likely wouldn't stop until after the climax. Now his brain was stuck on the word 'climax' and was wishing his sibs were awake so he could make the appropriate inappropriate comment. It sucked being the only one awake. It left him with no one to talk to.

Deciding he was thirsty he gently slid out of bed and tiptoed into the bathroom. He sighed when he realized that they didn't have any ice. It wasn't that big of a deal he'd seen an ice maker in the building they had checked in at but it was three buildings down and the walk was sure to be a pain in the ass. Oh well. He grabbed the ice bucket and quietly slipped out the door.

Out in the post midnight air it was hot and humid. The only sounds were bullfrogs and crickets. He swatted at the swarm of mosquitos that were trying so desperately to find a way through his fur.

He'd made it roughly a quarter of the way when he heard a voice call, "Hey Yakko! Hold up!"

He came to a halt and allowed his younger brother to cath up with him.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

Yakko held up his ice bucket as his answer. "Did I wake you?"

"Yeah. I heard the door close and when I sat up you weren't there."

"Dot still asleep?"

"Yeah."

They started walking again.

"How do you think this is all going to turn out?" Wakko asked.

"Crash and burn." Yakko answered. "DWC fully admits that she has no plans at this point. That's not how she usually writes. She's in over her head right now writing in a genre she usually tries to avoid. The OCs aren't really even hers, they're just combinations of different OCs she's come across over time. Personally, I foresee catastrophe."

Wakko hesitated before saying: "I heard a rumor she wrote a Futurama fic that took her four years to finish because she kept getting stuck."

Yakko looked positively horrified. "Oh God!"

"But it was over seventy-nine thousand words." He amended.

"That still averages out to roughly fifty-four words a day. That's horrible!"

"You don't think she'd do that to us… do you?"

"We'll camp out in her living room and harass her if we have to!"

"I don't think she'd do that." Wakko said confidently. "Not with us actually here. I bet she's working on it riiiiiight now."

(XxX)

"Who's my kitteh?"

"Mew."

"Who's my kitteh?"

"Mew!"

"You is! You is my kitteh!"

DWC picked up the purring cat and tossed him onto her shoulder. He showed his contentment by kneading his claws into her shoulder.

"That's my boy, my sweet pointy boy!"

"Mew!"

(XxX)

"You're probably right." Yakko agreed. "She knows how important this is to us, she wouldn't leave us hanging."

Back at the hotel Dot shivered when Yakko pulled back the blanket to crawl back into bed.

"Yakkoooooo." She moaned. "Knock it off, you're letting out all the warm."

A hand reached out and ruffled her hair.

A hand much too large to have been Yakko's.

Dot's eyes shot open and to her horror she found herself face to face with the adoring gaze of WakkoBob. Glancing around she was even more horrified to realize that she was alone with him.

"Wh-what are you doing here?" She demanded shakily.

"I had to see you!"

"Well, here I am, you saw me, you can go now."

He grinned at her. "You're so cute when you're being silly."

"WakkoBob, I mean it. I want you to go. Right now. If my brothers come back and find you here…"

"Let them come! I won't let them deny us our love! What we share is special-"

"And very very illegal."

"No one has the right to tell me who I can and can't love!"

"What about the girl you're in love with? Does she get a say?"

WakkoBob smiled kindly at her as he once again ran a hand through her hair. She tried to pull away but the three thick layers of heavy hotel blankets that were still draped over her legs, blankets that WakkoBob was kneeling on, kept her pretty well pinned down.

"I love that you're trying to protect me. But I'm prepared to face any consequences. Our love is true and I will not deny it to protect myself from a closed minded society."

"Believe it or not you're not the one I'm trying to protect!" She spit, frusterated that he wasn't listening to her.

"You're so soft. You smell so good." He said gently. He let his hand trail down her chest. Her breath caught in her throat and her heart began to pound.

"If you touch me again I swear to God I will scream."

"You're trembling." He noted with some concern.

"You're scaring me." She answered, trying not to whimper.

"You don't need to be frightened. I'm aware that this is your first time. I'll be gentle. I'll be anything you need me to be. Tonight my only desire is to please you. And what better place than here? The happiest place on earth?"

As her worst fears were confirmed an odd feeling of heightened awareness and calm settled over her. She was hyper aware of everything that touched her, the blankets pinning down her legs, her sweat soaked nightdress, his hand once again in her hair. She was aware of every sound, including her own racing heartbeat.

"Leave." She demanded, all shakiness gone from her low steady voice.

"But sweeti-"

"I'm. Saying. No." She stated firmly her eyes locked unblinkingly onto his.

He looked puzzled for a moment, but then he smiled. "You're still afraid your brothers will come in. Let them see us together. Let them see our passion for each other!"

In one swift move he straddled her knees. When she brought her hands up to defend herself he grasped them and pinned them down by her head as he pressed his lips to hers in a passionate kiss.

Dot's clarity was instantly drowned by panic as she tried to struggle. Though he was taking great care to be gentle she just wasn't strong enough to break free of his grasp.

Where the hell were her brothers? How could they have just left her?

After what felt like an eternity WakkoBob broke off the kiss and Dot gulped in air. Once she'd gotten control over her breathing she took a deep breath in preparation of a scream, but before she could make a sound he was on her again kissing her deeply and muffling her cries. His hands were no longer grasping hers, instead running through her hair and down the length of her body. She braced her hands against his chest and pushed with everything she had. Other than slightly shifting his position it didn't even faze him. Pissed and terrified she did the only thing she could think of to do. She bit him. Right on the lower lip. He jerked and pulled back, a shocked expression on his face.

"This is our very first time, don't you think it's a little early to be getting kinky?"

Instead of answering him she screamed. As loud and as hard as she could. If her brothers could hear her it would bring them running. If they couldn't, their was nothing more she could do for herself. WakkoBob clapped his hand over her mouth.

"Honey, it's well past midnight. You're gonna wake the neighbors."

He pulled his hand away when she attempted to bite it. For the first time since the encounter began he was looking a little unsure of himself. "I know I said I would do whatever you needed, but I really hope you're not the type who likes it rough. I have no problem with you getting rough with me, but with you being so small I just couldn't feel comfortable being rough with you. It would feel too much like I was raping you."

"That's what you're doing!" She cried shrilly. "That's what this is! It's canon rape! You're not listening to me!"

He pressed a finger to her lips, quieting her. "Sshhh, my love, we'll speak later, it's time for our bodies to do the talking now."

He reached down and unzipped his pants.

"Ooooohhh God…" She moaned fearfully as the realization set in that this was really going to happen. "NO!" Her panic reaching fever pitch she went into a blind frenzy. Clawing, squirming, trying to kick, attempting to bite, like a cornered animal she was running on pure unfiltered survival instinct. Tears and sweat matted her fur and she screamed and cried for anyone who could hear her. Holding her down with one hand he pulled up her nightgown with the other. She shrieked when he hooked his thumb into the waistband of her panties and began to pull them down. His focus was so concentrated he never saw the black and khaki blur that tackled him right off the bed. The instant his weight was lifted from her Dot was up, throwing herself into the waiting arms of her youngest brother.

WakkoBob hit the ground hard enough to be winded. The blur, Yakko, was on him immediately fists flailing, curses and threats degenerating into wordless animalistic screams of rage.

In the meantime Wakko and Dot clung to each other. Her adrenaline rush was beginning to wear off and she'd started trembling. She wasn't sure when exactly she'd started sobbing, but the front of Wakko's pajamas were soaked with her tears. As well as his. When the brothers had first heard her scream they had stared at each other in horror, both knowing exactly what the scream had meant, before racing towards there room. They'd run full speed yet felt like they just couldn't run fast enough. They'd heard all of her later cries each one a dagger to they're hearts. They hadn't even been gone ten minutes. They'd thought she'd be safe.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Wakko cried over and over as he clutched her to him. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

Dot couldn't answer, she could only cling to him and shake.

Throwing one final punch Yakko stood up and spun around. The unadulterated rage on his face instantly dissolved into concerned horror the second he saw the state his baby sister was in. He ran to them, and threw his arms around them both.

"Dot! Dot? Are you hurt? Do you need an ambulance?"

When she didn't answer right away he pried her off Wakko and turned her so he could better see her face. Her eyes were dilated and slightly glazed and she had yet to stop shaking.

"I think she's in shock." Wakko whimpered.

"…No… I'm, I-I'm okay…" She murmured softly.

Not entirely buying that Yakko snagged a blanket from the bed and attempted to drape in on her, but she balked. That blanket had helped hold her hostage and she wanted nothing to do with it. Realizing this Yakko dropped the blanket like it had bit him and ran to his suitcase where he dug out his zip up sweatshirt. This she allowed herself to be wrapped in before he gathered her up into his arms. She quietly rested her head on his shoulder.

"What are we gonna do?" Wakko asked shakily.

The rage was beginning to creep back into Yakko's expression as he stroked Dot's back.

"We're going back to DWC's. She's crossed a line. There is no excuse, no excuse, to do this. She had no right to put Dot through this. I don't know what the hell she's playing at but she will not get away with it."

(XxX)

"Diego, you dildo." DWC moaned as she rolled over trying to escape the cat who was determined to sleep in her face. He got up, leapt over her head and recurled up mere centimeters from his humans nose. She sighed, than gasped when she suddenly heard pounding on her door. The cats, who had both been sleeping on the bed with her bolted under the bed. DWC leapt out of bed unsure of what to do. Generally speaking any situation that began with someome pounding on the door of a single woman's apartment at 1:30 in the morning didn't end well for the woman in question. Lacking in weaponry she grabbed the only things available to her, a grill lighter and a can of Lysol. Carefully she peaked through the peephole and was only slightly relieved to see it was just Yakko. Only slightly because the look on his face was not a pretty one. He came bursting through the door pretty much the second she had unlocked it. He had his sister in one arm and was followed closely by Wakko.

"I don't know what makes you think you have the right to do this to my family!" Yakko hissed getting right up in DWC's face. She was frightened by the raw fury in his eyes and backed up, bumping into her computer desk and trapping herself.

"What? I-I don-"

"Oh don't even try to play dumb with me! You are sick, sick! Who the hell puts a ten year old in that kind of situation?? And why?? What point could you possibly have been trying to make? What the hell could have been important enough to make it okay? And why her??"

DWC, who had always been pretty easy to intimidate was positively cowering. "I honestly don't know what you're talking about." She said shakily.

"The rape scene you bitch!" Their were tears in his eyes and the finger he was pointing in her face was shaking. "The one you put my sister through!"

"What?!?" DWC shrieked. She was so surprised she completely forgot to cower.

"I didn't write a rape scene!"

Yakko stared at her incredulous that she would have that kind of nerve. "What do you mean you didn't write a rape scene?? I was there. I walked in on it; he was pulling her underwear off!"

At this point Dot, who until now had been silent, dissolved into tears. Yakko hugged her tight whiel Wakko placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"I swear I didn't write a rape scene! I haven't gotten past the end of chapter four, look!"

She whirled around and clicked on the monitor where the word document was still open. Sure enough, the last thing written was the final paragraph of chapter four, which as I'm sure you remember was:

'WakkoBob took the opportunity while everyone was distracted to discreetly ogle Dot's tiny pre-pubescent ass. No one noticed.'

Yakko gestured wildly toward the paragraph with a horrified noise.

"That's not a rape scene!" DWC was quick to point out.

"It sure as hell is the precursor to one!" Yakko said shrilly once he had found his voice.

"But I didn't write one!"

"How could it have happened if you didn't write it? Are you calling us liars?" He gestured to the still quietly crying Dot. "Does she look like she's lying?"

DWC sank into the swivel chair looking both horrified and confused. "I'm not calling you liars. I'm just saying I didn't write it."

"But that doesn't make any sense. They're your characters they can't do anything you don't tell them to!"

"I thought that was how it worked too." DWC said weakly. She was watching Dot sob with a pained look. "Is she okay? Did he hurt her?"

"You mean besides the horrible screaming nightmares she's going to have for the rest of her life? These are your characters. You're responsible for them. I don't care if they're acting independently and I don't care why. Everything they do is on you. What happened to Dot is on you. If you can't handle them I am fully prepared to go back down there and rip him apart with my bare hands."

DWC shook her head. "No. I don't want you to do that."

"If that's what it takes to protect my family I-"

"Would do it, I know. I just don't want your character to have to take that kind of turn."

"He's a physical threat! And I am quickly achieving a level of pissed I have never experienced before!"

"I just don't want it to have to be you."

"Than fix it. I don't care about plot, I don't care about continuity, I don't care if it makes sense, I don't care about what point you were trying to make with this stupid story. Fix it. You've got one chapter. If you can't get rid of them in one chapter then I'm taking matters into my own hands, you got me?"

"Yeah." DWC answered meekly.

He pointed at the screen. "Start typing. We're not leaving till you're done."

DWC nodded still looking shaken. She gestures weakly towards the kitchen. "There's juice and Hot Pockets in the fridge. And you can watch tv or put in a video if you want."

As DWC turned to stare blankly at her computer screen Yakko carried Dot to the bed and gently sat her down. The mattress was high enough that he could look her in the eye without bending down. As he tended to her Wakko went to the kitchen to get her some juice. Anica, who had always been kid friendly came out from under the bed and leapt into Dot's lap where she lay down purring. Between the three of them they were able to calm her tears.

DWC couldn't help glancing over at them. She seriously felt horrible for what the poor girl had gone through. She didn't deserve to have been put in such a position. And DWC didn't understand how it had happened. Her ocs had obeyed her for the first four chapters. They'd done everything she had written them to do. Until, she realized, she had lost her plan.

"Oh shit." She said aloud. The Warners turned to stare at her.

"I know what happened."

"Oh really?" Yakko said dryly. "Do tell."

"They behaved when I had a plan. But then that plan had to change. I had no idea how I was going to end this. But the ocs were programmed from the start to behave like they would in an authentic badfic."

"What's your point?"

"When I lost my plan they continued to follow the rules of their individual universes. WakkoBob's character is based on all of the creepy pedophile stories that keep popping up in the Fairly Oddparents section. In those stories the pedophile gets intimate with the kid, but the kid is a willing participate. When I was no longer directing him WakkoBob did what he would have been expected to do in an authentic pedofic. I bet he even acted like she was willing."

"He did." Dot said hollowly. "I kept saying 'no' and he kept twisting it around to make it seem like I didn't mean it. He never threatened me, he never said anything mean, he just wouldn't listen to what I was saying."

"Because in an authentic pedophile fic you wouldn't have been saying 'no'."

"That's all well and good, but what does this little epiphany of yours mean?" Yakko said.

"It means I can still control them. All I have to do is come up with a plan and they'll follow it."

"Well then, get to it."

DWC turned back to the computer with new determination. She was sure she could set things right. All she needed was an idea.

Yakko hopped up onto the bed and sat next to Dot, draping his arm around her. Though her tears had stopped she was still sniffling as she stroked Anica's back. Wakko grabbed the remote and turned on the bedside tv. He turned the volume down, the tv mostly serving as background noise since the boys were largely focused on comforting they're sister. She had zipped herself into her brother's sweatshirt and since Yakko had a tendency to wear clothes that were a size bigger than he really needed she was practically drowning in it. It only served to make her appear even more fragile and tiny than she really was and was hightening her brothers compulsion to fuss over her.

Once again DWC glanced guiltily back at them. She watched as Yakko gently hugged his sister while Wakko offered her some more juice. Movement in DWC's periphrial vision caught her attention and she looked over at the television screen. The sound was down too low to hear but she could clearly tell that it was an episode of one of the various Star Trek series. A canon lead in a blue uniform was talking to a nondescript character in a red uniform.

"Hey!" Yakko snapped. "You're supposed to be writing, not watching TV!"

"Actually… I think I might have an idea. It makes absolutely no sense, doesn't relate to this story in any way, but it'll take care of everything in one chapter."

Yakko rubbed his palms together, ready for action. "Alright then. Let's do it."