Normal Pov:

I hear a splat and I turn to see Wakko with FBS on his face. He wipes it off with his hand and stares at it before a wide smile appears on his face. "Foooood fiiiiight!!!" He yells and chucks it back at Boris. Really? They're gonna go this far just to get these two away from me? They could've just kicked them out.
This goes on for a couple minutes and I've been hit a couple times. I wasn't made yet. I made sure tontell them to leave me out of that, and they all agreed. Until someone decided to take it too far.
"Hey (Y/N)!!!" I turn and get hit imbetween the collar bones with a chunk of FBS that just so happened to have a completely frozen piece of bacon in it, and it hit right in an object I forgot I had.
It was a locket that my true creator had given me...before they died. It had an old photo of when they were younger and a picture of me they had drawn.
She was in the hospital her in the 3D world, We toons had just became a reality and I ran into the hospital, wanting to see her...but I was too late. She had known we toons were becoming real and so she had made this locket for me.  To remember and keep her by me, before those awful adoptive parents took me and everything became hell.

AND. IT. BROKE.

I drop to the floor and hold the now broken locket in my hands, my tears streaming down my face. "C-Creator....M-Mom...I....*Voice cracks* I-" I start crying, my hands clench around the small memory, my body curls in on itself with my tails limp on the floor.
"(Y-Y/N)? What's wrong?" I feel a hand on my shoulder and I hiss. The hand quickly retracts and I feel some of my ink stick to it. I was melting again. I look at the floor beneath me and sure enough, Ink was pooling around me rapidly.
"(Y-Y/N)?!" That was Wakko. He was the one that threw it. I struggle to get up onto my two feet, but I manage. The lockets' chain dangling from my fist. Ink covers my eyesight yet again, teeth and tail sharp, but now my nails grow into points as well, ripping through my gloves like paper.
"I TOLD YOU. NOT TO BRONG ME INTO THIS PETTY LITTLE FIGHT OF YOURS AND LOOK WHAT HAPPENED! YOU BROKE THE ONE THING I HAD LEFT OF MY CREATOR!!!" I yell, the entire room going silent. Wakko and Yakko started shaking in fright. "(Y-Y/N), w-we di-didn't mean-" I raise my hand without the locket and my arm stretches, smashing into them and smashing them into the wall behind them.
My Ink splatters all around their bodies and onto the wall beside them, keeping them there. I walk forward, my enlarged ink hand staying around them, keeping them suspended in the air.

"You will regret these choices."