(Quick note: This universe headcannons cartoons as being aware of an omnipotent third party watching humanity. That is you. They are only aware of you via cartoons. They are unaware of writing. ANYWAY, enjoy this from my dead ah self.)
The portal opened with a swoosh. The whole cast was present to see the Brain's newest invention... A portal to the future. The thought process being that if Brain does take over the world, he can just ask his future self how. Pinky may have helped with that plan... But that wasn't important. What was important was that Pinky's stupid genius may have led to... Unexpected outcomes.
Brain had set the machine to figure out a future point in time in which Brain had successfully taken over. It detailed a year far, far in the future. A time when even Pinky thought he would've given up.
Before they could enter the portal... Someone came crawling out.
"Gah... Hah..." The malnourished figure panted, as if having just ran for their life. They panted and gasped, desperate for air. Their panting came to an abrupt stop when they smelled the air.
"Wha... Huh..?" They paused to sniff the air. Their snout was a bit dirty, obvious on the lighter color of it. A few more sniffs left them, their expression one of awe, with a permanent tinge of exhaustion.
"Clean... Clean air? Where's the smoke..? The smog? The fumes?" Their voice had a familiar nasally tone to it. It made the rest of the cast pause in awe, shock and general horror.
A dirty, malnourished, and presumably beaten Yakko rested on his hands and knees, legs too mangled to stand anymore.
Of course, the present Yakko was horrified. "Is that... me? Jeez, I really let myself go." Yakko jested, trying to lighten the mood despite the rather obvious horror sitting in front of everyone.
The future Yakko looked up, shocked. "What..?" This... Was a very different person. Needless to say, if there was Yakko inside this thing, it was buried deep. Disheveled and pathetic, a stark contrast to the lively and somewhat obnoxious older brother we know now.
"Okay, but really, who are you? Some kinda... Evil clone? Secret fourth sibling? Shape-shifting alien for the fourth time this reboot?" Present Yak said, clearly not believing that this pathetic excuse of a toon was really future him.
Future Yak just stared. He looked over every last one of them, before his eyes landed on Ralph. He began salivating, staggering to his feet driven by pure desire and desperation. In one swift movement, as if no longer toon, but real animal, he pounced.
He chased down the poorly security guard, clearly not himself as he spat nonsense during his pursuit. Silly things like "you can't run forever" and "Got a spare sandwich ol' buddy?"
Just when Ralph cornered himself, future Yak lunged for him, biting a good chunk into his forearm and ripping it out.
Needless to say, everyone else in the room was... Appalled. Even that might be too weak of a word to describe the pure horror.
Future Yak had no issues swallowing the chunk of flesh whole and licking his fingertips dry for any excess blood. He seemed fine for the moment, though only seconds later... He began to heave. With each disgusting gag, more of the revolting red liquid came up, until the half eaten bit of flesh flopped onto the tile within ACME Labs.
The cast stood motionless. Skippy's face turned green. Wakko lost his appetite. Dot made an ugly face. And Yakko...
He was speechless.
Future Yak began to wobble on his feet, before finally fainting. A hushed discussion grew on what this meant and why it happened.
"At least cage... It. That way, when or if it wakes up, it can't harm anyone." Brain chimed in logically. A silent nod of agreement rippled through the shaken crowd as they picked up the unconscious toon and put him in an ACME toon proof cage.
As future Yak awoke, his eyes fluttered open as he propped himself up on his elbows, confused. "What... Happened..?"
Brain spoke up first. "You bit someone."
Future Yakko didn't even seem freaked out. "Yes, and?"
The lack of emotion kicked up Slappy's attitude. "And it means you better start explainin' before I toss a stick of dynamite in that cage!"
Future Yakko rolled his eyes. "What is there to explain? I was hungry, he was fatty, so I figured he could spare some."
Brain sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Will you imbeciles shut up?" Brain then addressed future Yakko specifically. "Can you please explain why you thought it was a good idea to do that?"
F. Yakko groaned. "What else was I gonna do? I was starving, I just escaped from you, and if I'm honest, kinda in a lot of pain. So, if you could just toss a tylenol-filled steak in here, that'd be great."
There was a lot of questions to be asked here indeed.
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(This is the last thing I'm posting. Sorry to get your hopes up thst I'm returning, should you care about who I am in the first place. I'm moving on from writing cringey fanfics for an ended show, and actually working on myself. If either of you see this though, I never forgot about you guys, Leela and Shay. Hope you're doing well, really.)
(P.S: Don't expect updates. Feel free to build on this concept.)