Chapter 1: Average Day
It was a calm night in the city of Townsville. The moon was being obscured by the clouds so that the dark of night was an even darker sight. Inside one household, everything was quiet as it normally was. Inside one of the rooms in the halls, was a young girl. She had blonde hair that was done up in two pigtails, and she was wearing a blue dress that had a black stripe going over the shoulder. Her room was decorated with not much furniture, but there was a dresser that had a mirror on it, nearby her bed that had a light blue coloured blanket, and a purple octopus doll with a black hat on by the window in the room. There were a few other stuffed animals lying around on shelves.
The young girl was standing in front of the mirror, fixing her left pigtail in her hair that looked somewhat messed up, like someone had attempted to tear it right off of her head. She let out a sigh. It wasn't easy to fix back into the fashion that she liked it in. A knock soon came at her door. "It's unlocked," she exclaimed. The door opened, and a girl her age entered, with long orange hair and a red ribbon in it. She was wearing a pink dress that had a black stripe on it that had a few small black flowers on it. "Hi, Bubbles. Are you okay?" she asked the blonde haired girl, who just looked back at the mirror, staring at her messed up hair. "Don't worry, Blossom. I'm fine. Just annoyed that robber grabbed my hair. Where's Buttercup?" Bubbles answered, not paying much attention at the current moment.
The girls were a group of three triplets, famous superheroes in the big city of Townsville for saving it on a daily basis. It was quite stressful, but they didn't let it interfere with their daily lives. They were only seven years old as well by only a few months. "She's asleep. I'm sorry about that. We should have kept our eyes on them all," Blossom apologized while approaching her and trying to help fix her hair. During a bank robbery, one man had grabbed her hair when trying to get her out of the way. Needless to say, said robber got brutalized before being arrested. "Maybe you should take it easy tomorrow," she suggested. Out of the three she seemed the most mature, especially mentally, and Bubbles had a younger mindset in her head. It was hard not to be happy when she was around.
Bubbles looked to her sister, confused by the offer. "But Blossom, you always say heroes never ignore calls for help," she reminded her of a phrase she had quoted a lot in their young lives, but then she didn't want to think of her sisters being in need of her help. "Things haven't been that tough lately, Bubbles. Mojo's become so easy to predict. You earned it anyway," Blossom insisted that her sister had more than earned the break at this point. Bubbles nodded, hugging her sister, feeling glad to know that they didn't have school tomorrow either, so she could enjoy the day off to its fullest. "Thanks a lot," she smiled to her sister, who just gave a nod since it was nothing personal. Blossom broke the hug. "Just try to get some rest. Goodnight," Blossom bid her goodnight before heading back to her room. The trio of girls had gotten separate rooms when privacy was becoming a bit more of a problem.
Bubbles proceeded to change into her nightgown, which was a baby blue tone of colour. She was having some thoughts going through her mind, wondering if her sisters would really be alright without her help, but she was also remembering that she was not exactly the strongest of the three siblings. It felt depressing to think that she was not really as tough, even though the others claimed she was. She tried not to think too deeply on it. She looked over to one of the items on her dresser, a telephone that was painted in a cartoonish, if not clownish style. She made sure her door was closed before going over and picking up the phone. It was normally referred to as one of the various emergency hotlines that were set up in each of the children's rooms. They were designed to ring loudly when getting a call of emergency, and normally not used to make outgoing calls.
Bubbles had dialled a number, and she waited while listening to the faint ring. "Hello?" a young male voice came into the line. She smiled, hearing the voice that was very familiar to her. "Hi, Boomer," she spoke to the voice. "Bubbles! It's been a while! I was getting worried…" he claimed, making Bubbles feel embarrassed to know how worried he was. "It's only been a week, Boomer. Sorry, the hotline has been ringing like crazy lately," Bubbles explained. She heard a slight chuckle, one that sounded relieved at least. "It's alright, Bubbles. What ya callin' 'bout?" Boomer replied.
"I know it's been a week since I've last saw you, but I wanted to know if you wanted to spend some time together tomorrow?" Bubbles questioned wanting to enjoy the free time she had, at least glad that the crimes had not been anything extremely dangerous. "You kiddin'? Of course. How about you meet me at our usual place," Boomer suggested, sounding happy at the offer, not hesitating to drop everything if he had anything in mind for it. "Sure! I'll meet you there at lunch time," she yawned. "Alright! Bye, Love ya," he hung up afterwards. Bubbles put the phone back on the receiver, and with a smile, she went back to bed, willing to put her plans to work tomorrow.
End of Chapter 1