Fill in the Blanks

LuluCalliope

Introduction

Pages blank of everything but light blue lines streaking across their surfaces rest in front of me. Streaking in a neat formation of their own, not unlike that manner in which seven special children once soared into the sky…it was those seven children that got me where I am today. And I know that I should be grateful. A part of me is. But I will not, at least not for a while. I need to let myself adjust to my new change.

I finger the pages gingerly. I should fill in the blanks between the lines, I suppose. I should...but where would I begin? I sigh now, taking into my hand a small pen. I test it out. It's out of ink. I moan in exasperation and grab a pencil instead. It needs to be sharpened, but then again, so does my thinking.

At the end of my first encounter with the children, they were seven years old. Eight years passed between that and the beginning of our final meeting…and I am still five years older than them all. So much has changed. We are like dependant and independent variables…and I do not know which type I am. Was I manipulated, or was my change an accident? I cannot say…perhaps my pages will tell me.


A/N: There have been two fan fictions on the back of my mind lately: my Sherlock Holmes one, and this one. I went through a PPG face about a year or so back, and I had an idea for a fan fiction. I hope that everyone will enjoy this. Prepare for the largest gathering of villains in the history of Townsville!