Psycho~
xx Do you ever get the feeling that you're being watched? That even though that there is no possible way for someone else to be in your company, you feel a pair of eyes taking in your every single movement? That you are never alone? Well, I didn't always feel like that…until now xx
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Just Another Night
(Buttercup)
I let out a loud sigh as I flew over the city, searching for some kind of "disturbance" as Blossom liked to say. There wasn't any. The City of Townsville used to be the most crime infested city in all of America. Don't get me wrong, there are still the occasional bank robberies and heists that occur here and there, but nothing too thrilling. And for someone who loved to crack skulls, the absence of crime was painfully boring. I know, I know. I should be grateful that the citizens are now safe, and can sleep peacefully at night and blah, blah, blah.
But lets be for real now.
That would make sense if I didn't spend my entire life beating up villains and crooks. But I did, and I loved it. That was my escape from reality. My two sisters couldn't be more happy that the crime and all the action in Townsville has basically disappeared. Blossom thinks that this will help her focus more on school and college applications. I snorted when she brought it up at dinner one day. Focus more on school? Blossom Utonium is the last person I know that needs to focus more on school. As for the college applications part, I was also shaking my head. We had just started junior year for Pete's sake! We still had two years to go, and she already had Universities and colleges practically waiting on the doorstep for her. If anything, Bubbles and I should be the ones worried about these things. As for my blonde headed sister, she was also thankful for the time to focus more on school, but she was most grateful that she now had time for a social life. Calling Bubbles a "social butterfly" was an understatement. She became friends with everyone and everything. I know it seems like I'm exaggerating, but trust me on this. She will talk to any person she bumps into, and will try to become friends with them. She even talks with the mailman. The mailman.
As for me, the decrease in crime just dulls me down more and more every passing day. I mean, what am I supposed to do now? Everyone knows me as the toughest fighter in our trio, the spice to Bubbles' sugar and Blossom's everything nice. Without crime to solve and bad guys to beat up, what was anyone expecting to get from me? In school I'm on a couple of sports teams, but that just doesn't have the same feeling. It doesn't give em the same adrenaline rush.
The adrenaline rush I used to get when fighting some of out worthiest opponents. Where they are now is beyond me. They all just vanished off the face of the Earth. Mojo Jojo was never a real threat to me, but at least he brought excitement with his robots and machines that we always ended up destroying in the end. Fuzzy Lumpkins was also another punching bag, that at least put up some kind of fight. Him had disappeared long before all the others. People believe that he is out there hiding, waiting to attack at the right moment. This kept me hopeful. The monster attacks had pretty much stopped becoming frequent by the time we had hit sixth grade, and the last one happened two years ago. The Gangrene Gang just hide out in the dump, not bothering anyone. Princess' father had made it very clear that he was no longer going to bail her out of jail, so she didn't bother trying anything. However, she still manages to torment us at school. (Did you catch the sarcasm there?) Sedusa was sentenced to be stuck in jail forever, and since her hair was gone, there was no way she could commit crime again. But there were three villains, who most if not all people have forgotten about, but I haven't. The three who I personally believe are a greater threat to us than Him.
The Rowdyruff Boys.
Yes the three super powered "delinquents"-another term that Blossom used a lot-who caused major chaos for years and years. They were by far, the biggest challenge we have faced, but their disappearance had come as a shock. I was rather disappointed though. I was always up for a fight against them. Especially a certain green eyes-ruff.
Buch and I were always equally eager for a fight, and he never disappointed. As the years went by, they had grown much like we had, and they were unbelievably strong. But one day, they just vanished. They were gone, and we had yet to see them since. Blossom was ecstatic about this, but Bubbles hadn't really said anything about the boys' disappearance. I knew that she missed Boomer, but not for the same reasons why I missed Butch. Bubbles and Boomer would always go easy on each other during a fight. At first, I didn't understand why, but then it had become very clear that they had feelings for each other. I didn't really care, knowing that Bubbles wouldn't do something she would regret,especially having any kind of friendly relationship with a Ruff. It was far too risky and if Blossom found out, she would flip out. Bubbles had become less bright after the boys had left, but Blossom obviously didn't notice.
My sisters and I had grown up to become like any other teenage girl. Well they had, but as you could already tell, I am not like most girls. I don't go crazy over makeup, clothes, reality shows and boy bands.
What I meant, is that we too had gone through puberty like any other teenager. Let me tell you, it sucked. Bra shopping with the Professor was absolute torture. We refused to go back to that store for over three months.
Our faces were plastered all over the city-much to my dislike. It pleased majority of the male population though. It was probably because of seeing Blossom and Bubbles, who were the "pretty" ones. Blossom had grown her fiery red hair, and it now hovered at her waist line. Her face was clear and free of acne and any blemishes. Her rosy pink eyes and full lips were enough to drive a guy crazy, but her body also pleases the eyes of many male adolescents. She was gifted with a tall, slender curvy figure, including long legs and particularly large breasts that guys at school ogle at. Many end up with a black eye from me, or a sharp kick in their most sensitive place from Blossom herself. Bubbles was also gifted with natural beauty that left her with a lot of admirers as well. She was the shortest from all of us-Blossom being the tallest and me being in the middle as usual-but she was still taller than most other girls in school. Like Blossom, she had long legs and a slim figure that many other girls envied. Bubbles had stopped wearing her hair in pigtails after she turned thirteen and just left her hair in a high ponytail or let out and curled. Her face was also flawless like Blossom, but she usually wore light makeup to "enhance" her features-whatever that meant. Bubbles was a little more easygoing when it came to boys, but that was because she was more naive than the two of us. It didn't mean guys would get away with whatever they want with her. As long as Blossom and I were there that is.
As for me, I didn't consider myself attractive. I was more than happy with my height, since it helped when it came to basketball, but other than that, I would call myself the "average" one. I never thought that there was anything special about my appearance. The only thing I liked-and that nobody knew about-were my eyes. They were a bright shade of green, and they were filled with energy, much like me. Besides that, there was nothing to write to home about me. The guys at school fell into one of three categories for me. "Friends," "douche bags" or "just theres." The names are pretty self explanatory. Since all of them are afraid of me, I doubt any of them have a crush on me.
Anyways, lets get back to the story.
"Girls! Lets head home!" Blossom shouted over the wind. I rolled my eyes. These patrols were stupid, and a waste of time. Anyone who was dumb enough to actually commit a crime while we were on patrol, must be on some strong shit, or are mentally disabled.
Blossom however, had glared at me sternly when I voiced my thoughts a couple of weeks ago.
"Buttercup, this is to ensure security and protection. We can never be sure when someone will try to pull something over, so it is our responsibility to make sure it won't happen" she said. That was the last time I shared my opinion with Blossom on the topic, because she was still droning on an hour later. Bubbles agreed with me though (And Blossom didn't know this)
The two of us had been taking a break from patrol a while back, and she had sighed.
"What's wrong blondie?" I asked, snapping my gum.
"These patrols. There really is no point, and it's so boring" she said with a pout.
"I'm with you there. Leader girl is just paranoid" I grumbled. She nodded.
"I know! I mean, come on Bloss! This is just unnecessary" she said.
"Well, don't tell her you said that, or you can just expect one long ass lecture" I said. We had both snickered at that.
Blossom may have a perfect IQ and the highest GPA in school, but she was slipping. Although nobody else seemed to notice but Bubbles and I.
The three of us flew though the suburbs of Townsville to our home. The Professor was waiting at the door.
"How was patrol girls?" he asked stepping to the side to let us fly inside. I rolled my eyes.
"The same as everyday Prof. Nothing happened" I said, landing on the couch. Blossom sighed as she landed on the ground.
"Buttercup, do we really have to go through this again?" she asked.
"No Blossom, because you are wasting your breath" I replied with a huge fake smile. Bubbles stifled a giggle as Blossom scoffed and flew upstairs, leaving a bright pink streak behind her. Professor eyed the spot where Leader girl had just been before turning to us.
"Girls, is everything alright with Blossom?" he asked. My eyes met with Bubbles' before we turned back to our father figure.
"She's just a little…" Bubbles trailed off, unsure of what to say.
"Stressed out" I finished. Professor looked like he had something to say, but he simply nodded and headed down to his lab. Its times like this, when I'm glad we have a father figure rather than a mother figure. Professor didn't try to pry us into talking about feelings and boys, which all of us appreciated greatly. Besides, even if we did need to talk- and this was mostly Bubbles-we had each other. Even though Blossom was becoming less and less approachable these days. Bubbles and I had become very close of the years. Blossom was off busy being , so we kept each other company. Bubbles would come to me to talk about stuff like boys, and I would try to give her the bast advice I could even though I wasn't that experienced when it came to relationships. I still had to be there for Bubbles at all times. Something Blossom has seem to have forgotten. That sisters are supposed to stick together no matter what. Her precious city and her good girl reputation was far more important than the two of us. We would just hold her back.
Bubbles let out a little yawn and got up from her spot next to me on the couch.
"I'm gonna go take a quick nap. Wake me up for dinner" she said stretching. I grunted in response and she zipped up the stairs in a flash of bright blue. I followed shortly after some channel surfing, and finding that all that was playing were cooking shows and dumb reality shows. I flew into my room and turned the light on.
The three of us all got our own rooms back at the beginning of high school. Blossom had taken the room we had all shared, because she "deserved" it-whatever that meant-and the room was already pink so Professor wouldn't have to repaint it. Bubbles and I didn't mind at all. I had taken the room across from Professor's and Bubbles had taken the room across from Blossom's. Mt room was painted lime green, black and white. My bed was an utter mess and it was impossible to walk across the floor without stepping in leftover food or tripping over one of my many belongings. Professor had given up trying to clean it, and said that if I wanted clean clothes, I would have to bring my stuff to the laundry room myself. Blossom had rolled her eyes.
"Why don't you just clean your room Buttercup?" she asked, eying it with distaste.
"Because it's my room and I can do whatever the fuck I want with it" I replied. Of course, I had gotten a lecture about my choice of language, but I had learned to ignore her. That only drove her more crazy, but frankly I didn't give a shit.
I fell back onto my bed after kicking my shoes off somewhere. I let out a long sigh before shutting my eyes, hoping to catch some rest.
Then I felt something. A strange chilling sensation crawl over my body.
My eyes snapped open and I shot up in bed. I looked around, my eyes wide with alert. Nobody was there.
No duh nobody's there…it was nothing. I though, scolding myself for even thinking something that stupid.
But, something didn't feel…right. It almost felt like there was someone else's presence in the room.
It was almost like someone was watching me.
I sat still, and listened quietly. It was silent. I could faintly hear the Professor downstairs talking on the phone and making dinner. I could also hear Blossom pacing back and forth in her room-something she did a lot, and Bubbles snoring lightly from her room.
I scowled at myself. Who in their right fucking mind would try to sneak into the Utonium residence? Let alone my room? Well there was that one idiot back when we were kids, but that was some dumb robber who we took care of a long time ago.
The point is, that nobody is here and that I'm alone. I shook my head before lying back down.
Don't be stupid Buttercup…
And I fell asleep with that.
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Sleep well my little flower…I will see you tomorrow.
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~ Sparkles n' Pink