Fashion- An Animaniacs sibling fic
(THIS IS NOT WARNERC*ST! THIS IS WHOLESOME STUFF)
The year was 1928. A single animator sat hunched over his desk, sketching a toon for his boss' latest project. As he put the finishing touches on the creature, the paper started to glow.
When the light faded, someone was with the man. It was a girl of unknown species. Her ears were held in a certain position by a big, yellow bow. She wore a dress of the same shade with a brown over-all cover on it, giving the skirt the appearance of having layers. She looked up at the man, her big, black eyes full of confusion.
"Who are you? Where am I? And more importantly...who am I?"
"Dot! Wakko! Come on sibs, it's time for lunch!" Yakko called from the kitchen area. He tutted and set the plates on the table.
Wakko and dot had run off to dig through closests and drawers that hadn't been opened since 1935 (The only reason they know that is because most of the keys to those doors and drawers were broken).
He walked to a room very few knew about. It was a big room full of doors, which lead to closest and dressers. The warners mostly used them as storage units.
He listened to each door, trying to see if he could hear the chatter of kids behind the doors. He was starting to get worried, before he heard hushed whispers behind the door at the very end of the hall. This door hadn't been opened since 1928, so he was surprised they were able to get in. He smiled and pushed the door open.
"Hey, there you guys are. Lunch is ready. What's so Interesting in this room that you'd rather be in here than stuffing your faces?" They didn't respond to him. They were staring at a mannequin, looks of confusion on their faces. Yakko walked up, nonchalant as ever, and smiled.
"Oh hey, that's where I put that thing." The mannequin it's self was simple. Ot was just a torso and some arms on a metal pole and stand. But the dress it wore was old and dusty, but not dull.
The dress itself was a bright yellow. The sleeves were long and loose, going down to the first knuckles of the mannequin's fingers. The skirt was medium length, and it would have gone to it's intended wearer's knees. It also had a brown, over-all style cover, giving the dress the appearance of having layers. On the top of the neck of the mannequin was a bright yellow bow hair tie.
Wakko and Dot narrowed their eyes at their brother. Wakko looked confused, their head cocked to the side like a lost puppy. Dot crossed her arms with a confused frown.
"Where you put it? Where did this dress even come from?! We've never seen this before!" Yakko just chuckled and fixed the colar of the dress.
"It was mine." Now his sibs just looked lost.
"But Yakko, why would you have a dress in the 20s? Was it for a script?" Wakko's tail swished in confusion behind them. Yakko chuckled.
"No Wakko, it was what I was suppose to wear all the time. Hang on, I might have some pictures. Not in color obviously." He walked to a box and dug through them. After a few minutes, he came back and spread out papers and pictures infront of the dress
They were all of a girl in that dress.
In the drawings, she was confident, witty, and sharp. But in the pictures, she held herself with a slouch. Her smiles were all forced and she always had her arms crossed across her chest. Yakko pointed to the girl standing with their animator.
"There i am!" Wakko's and dot's jaws both hit the floor. As Yakko was gathering up the pictures, his sibs let loose an ear wrenching scream.
"YOU'RE TRANS?!" Yakko smirked as he stood, putting the papers back in the old box.
"So all this time, you've been letting us make cissy jokes about you for no reason?!" Yakko shrugged.
"You guys were having fun, why would I mess that up? Besides, it isnt a big deal. Wakko's nonbianary and you're trans. Why is it such a big shock i am too?"
"Because you're...you! That makes sense right?" Wakko said, biting his lip in confusion. Yakko snickered.
"Not at all baby bro. Not even a little. But we'll say it does!" He laughed and glanced back at the dress. He bit his lip, clearly having an internal battle with himself. Dot looked between her big brother, her big sib, and the dress. A light bulb appeared over her head.
"Why don't we all wear our original outfits?! We can have a little fashion show here! It'll be fun!"
Yakko and Wakko grinned at her.
"Thats a great idea sis!" So with that, they made their way to different rooms. They left the hallway with one outfit each. Curtains appeared around each of them. When they vanished, the three were in new outfits.
Wakko had one a red newsie cap, this hat being turned the correct way. His blue sweater was replaced with a blue turtleneck of the same shade, and was paired with a brown vest, which was left unbuttoned.
Dot had on a pair of purple pants. They were simple, but that made them more special. She had on a belt similar to the one Yakko wore normally, just smaller. She also had a matching Newsie hat that had a yellow patch sewn on.
Yakko was in the dress. He seemed tense and his posture slouched. Something in his eyes told his siblings that he wasn't quiet alright. His arms were crossed over his chest.
So Wakko and Dot dragged him to the mirror. Dot twirled and hummed at her reflection.
"Well, it isn't anywhere near my color. But it works. Besides, these pants are really really comfortable for some reason." Wakko joined in, messing with their hat.
"Yeah! I like the vest, but the hat feels weird when it's like this! I would have stuck with it if they let me turn my hat around." Yakko watched his siblings as they commented on their own outfits.
He couldnt help but smile at them. He brought his arms down and put his hands on his hips. He raised his chin again, looking his reflection in the eyes.
The things he connected this dress too here just distant memories. He wanted to be known for who he was now, not what he was before.
He was glad he had siblings like his to help him find himself when he looses it, happy to drag him back to his senses with a falling anvil or a mallet to the head.
Or even with a hug and a fashion show.
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