Disclaimer: I forgot to add this in the last chapter- the "Yakko having a mental breakdown" incident is a reference to Big Brother's Responsibility, a 2007-2011 Animaniacs darkfic by Mimi0204. I find it very good and recommend you read it. Shoutout to sophiasmithh(my first reviewer! yay!).

Dot's eyes slowly opened as she regained consciousness. The colors in front of her took a moment to adjust. As she sat up she noticed three things. One, her head felt… slightly less like hell. Two, she was in a hospital. She figured it had to do with three, the fact that it was now her leg that felt like hell. Not like that's a whole lot better, she thought to herself. Then Dot suddenly noticed that the scrunchie bearing her flower, her beloved flower, was missing from the top of her head. She pawed around at the nightstand next to her and found it, which she instantaneously grabbed. She proceeded to snap it around her ears… until she realized that someone had taken it out for good reason. She snapped it around her wrist, then grabbed her Samsung Galaxy and her earbuds, which also laid on her nightstand.

Dot popped her earbuds in her ears and turned on her bedroom pop playlist, then turned to Huffington Post. Maybe she could find out why she was in a hospital, and what happened, and why her leg hurt, and WHY THE FUCK SHE WAS IN A HOSPITAL! She was supposed to put people in the hospital. Let's see… she uttered to herself. 25 Things Boomers did as Kids that could get you Demonetized Today; Sonic 3 beats Mufasa - The Lion King in American, British, and French Box Offices - Here's Why; Beloved 90's Cartoon Star shot on Warner Bros. Studio Lot… wait, WHAT? Dot furiously clicked on that last one. "At 9:00 AM on April 9, 2025, cartoon star and national treasure Dot Warner-" Dot was surprisingly modest about that second one-"-was shot in the lower leg by 58-year-old gunman Josh Lopes on the lot of Warner Brothers Studios Hollywood. Interrogation and trial for Lopes is underway with a punishment of listening to 'It's a Small World' in a straitjacket for seven hours straight on the line(yes. We could not make that up if we tried). Warner's condition remains unresponsive and unstable." Dot suddenly panicked. Would she live? Would she die? While no one had an answer to those questions, she still wanted to ask.

At that moment, a male nurse walked in. "Hi," he said. "My name's Aaron. You're probably wondering what happened." "Yeah. It's very hard for a person to fall unconscious, wake up in a hospital, find out there's a GUNSHOT WOUND in her LEG, and NOT WONDER WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED!" Aaron winced a little upon hearing that last one. "Anyway," he said, "as you probably know, you were shot in your leg. It's a good thing that your bones weren't hit." "Yeah, but why does my head still hurt?" "Probably because you fainted onto hard concrete. Also, the bullet grazed against one of your nerves. That's why your head hurts even more. "Anyway, I'll leave you to it," Aaron said as he stepped out.

Dot laid her head to the (subpar) pillow. A million thoughts rushed through her mind… suddenly, her phone *binged!* with the Gameboy chime she had set for text alerts. The caller ID was set as "Diana Lewin or 1 other". Dot clicked open her text app.

Hi, the text read. I heard 'bout what happened. Hope ur OK.

Who are you? Dot demandingly texted back.

You don't remember? This other person, this- Diane Lewis or whatever- texted in response.

The phantom texter sent a link. It was a dance video. RoyaltyyyBabyyy, in fact. The choreographer had been blowing up across Chats-to-gram.

…notice anyone?

Has he been… right? Dot asked.

Hi little sister.