A/N: hi there! I just wanted to say a few things about my au, for the other characters, ya know. So, everything is based off a theory that I made a while back (I'll throw it into the end of this chapter, but I need my phone so it might be edited in). Basically, everyone is normal, for now, but Wakko has no sense of taste or smell, Yakko is loosing his sense of sight and hearing, and Dot has a dulled senses of touch/pain.
-the next morning-
(Otto's pov:) ×someone please tell me how commas and apostrophes work 😢×
[All translated because I'm lazy]
New day, same arguments for a wake up call.
"Who took the milk!? I wanted to make pancakes!"someone shouted from the kitchen. I julted up in the bed, bashing my face off my knees and having my hand gripping the hit area in under a second.
"Welp. Better go get more milk." A voice above me whispered. I wasn't bothered, nor did I want, to figure out who it was. All I could here was their male undertone. This was gonna be awkward and I knew it.
"Cèn t-am è?" [What time is it?] I groaned, hoping for an answer. If it was Yakko, I knew I wouldn't be heard the first time. Surly enough,
"What was that, Otto? Didn't catch you there." It was Yakko.
"Nà bac leis." [Never mind] I picked up my phone to see it was only. . . 6:30 am?! What on earth were they doing making food this early?! Then again, it was Wakko. I noticed Yakko, trying, to get out of the top bunk bed. Instantly, my brotherly senses kicked in and I grabbed his cane in my left hand, then used my other to guide him down.
Our way wasn't too professional, but it worked. I placed my hand onto his shirtless chest, letting him rest some wight on me. "Sin è. Cèim amhàin ag an am." [That's it. On step at a time] He must have been very trusting in me to let me hold his life at 6 in the morning. "Cùiramach!" [Careful] I shouted as he slipped on one of the ladder rungs. Thankfully, his paws reached the ground and I handed him the cane.
"Thanks Bro. I don't know what I'd do without you sometimes." Yakko said as I fixed his hearing aid up on his right ear.
"Am ar bith, Yakko, am ar bith." [Anytime, Yakko, anytime] I replied, making sure he could here me this time. I turned his head so I could do the other ear.
-in the shops-7:45-
Sooooo. . . Let's just say, Wakko had a mental breakdown, so he forced us to go get milk. Yakko seemed fine with it since he needed some other stuff anyway, and I decided to tag along. It wasn't often I got to go outside, being the carer of the other three and not being able to communicate with humans.
I had pulled on my white, knitted jumper and my green and black kilt, with a pair of Irish dancing shoes before going out. Yakko had his usual brown slacks, and a matching white jumper.
Yakko:
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