Teeniacs: Into The Shadowed Maze

To Whispers In Time

And if I didn't know better
I'd think you were singing to me now
If I didn't know better
I'd think you were still around

song: marjorie - taylor swift

The rain fell in a gentle rhythm, its quiet patter echoing the somber atmosphere that hung over the funeral. The air was heavy with grief as friends and acquaintances gathered in solemn silence, dressed in white attire that contrasted starkly with the darkness of Yakko and Wakko's clothing. It had been a week since the accident, a week since the world had shifted their lives in a completely different direction.

In the front row, Wakko's once bright eyes were now dull and listless, the stream of tears that had cascaded down his cheeks long since dried up. His face stuck in a frown, a numbness settling in as he clutched his hat on his lap. Beside him, Yakko sat there quietly, his tail lowered down; a stoic facade to hide the raging emotion bubbling beneath the surface. Every attempt at consolation only seemed to intensify the ache deep inside.

Dr. Otto Von Scratchansniff, a close friend of their parents, stepped forward and spoke with an air of sorrow in his voice. "I can't even begin to comprehend what you two must be going through. Your parents were such wonderful people." A lump formed in Wakko's throat as he looked upon the still bodies of his parents. They had been taken away from them too soon, and their unfamiliar faces filled him with dread. Yakko forced himself to put on a brave face, even though this was not the same couple that was always seen with smiles upon their faces. The Angelina and William Warner that he knew were vibrant and full of life, but here the pair before him seemed void of energy - like empty shells broken beyond repair.

Dr. Scratchansniff shuffled away, leaving Yakko and Wakko to soak in the uneasy atmosphere of their parents' funeral. Everywhere they looked, they saw people talking, but no one seemed to talk about their parents in meaningful ways. Even though it was an entire room full of people, Yakko whispered hoarsely, "It's like we're not even here." Wakko glanced around, hearing scattered chatter and people gawking at the caskets. He felt a wave of grief crash over him as he asked, "How are we supposed to go on without them?" Wakko's voice seemed to drift away from Yakko's hearing range as he saw the caskets being moved.

People opened their umbrellas as they watched the two caskets slowly being lowered onto the ground. The younger Warner sibling shuts his eyes and grips the older Warner brother's hand. He doesn't want to see his parents disappear forever. Yakko's ears twitched when he heard people murmuring behind them in hushed tones, shuffling their feet in the dirt. White roses tumbled down into the abyss before them as Yakko and Wakko stepped forward to throw their own roses on top. After a few moments of silence, Yakko heard the thud of shovels scooping up dirt to fill the grave and cover the caskets, followed by a quiet thud as each tombstone was set in place.

One by one, those people said their final condolences and farewells to the Warner siblings. Leaving Yakko and Wakko there soaking in the rain, with Pinky and The Brain beside them. Angelina and William had no one else to take with the two children, Yakko and Wakko. So, as their last act of kindness, they bequeathed custody of the kids to Pinky and The Brain. Without any hesitation, they welcomed them with open arms and made them part of their family.

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A month passed by, Pinky and The Brain helped the siblings move to a new house, their tiny figures scurrying back and forth as they prepared for the move. Yakko and Wakko followed close behind, with boxes of old photos and items in hand. They are doing what they could to help while also trying to hold in the emotions that wanted to swell. The move to a new house was supposed to be a fresh start.