Utopia
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It's very easy to happy when you're oh-so small (with bright blue eyes and shiny blonde hair pulled back into cute pigtails; never questioning and never wondering because everything is perfect when you're only about this tall).
But when you grow up it gets a little harder – the (sickly) sugar-sweet way a young child looks at the world (through bright-blue eyes and light airhead smiles) starts to wear off and decompose (just like dead bodies crawling with maggots. Breathe in, look away, pretend you can't see them all you like but they're still there).
Words run like honey through parted lips (drowning in lies and alibis that all seemed oh so real when you were only this tall) and you start to wonder who you're fooling.
Not them (Blossom was always the strict leader-girl and Buttercup barely a girl at all with her fists and fighting. They were always much, much tougher than you. Didn't Buttercup abandon her soft toys ages ago?).
And maybe you're not even fooling you anymore.
The world is a cruel place of nightmare monsters and shadows under the bed and as the fairytale magic of princesses and castles and happily ever afters starts to fade away and come unpicked at the seams your sugar-spun fantasy becomes cold rubble and crimson blood and the stench of death on all corners (and you can't get away from it anymore).
Is it just you or is there more death in the world now? You look about and see more and more people you can't save, are past saving, glassy eyes and sick stick limbs and pale skin and flies picking their ways across decaying flesh. Or maybe it was always there to begin with and you were too blind-sighted (air-headed) to see all the pain past your own personal utopia.
You're meant to be a hero-girl like your sisters (do they even care anymore? Is this all part of the superhero package?) but the fighting's getting harder and harder as your eyes open wider and wider and you see the world for what it really is.
And it's not sugar-coated in the slightest.
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a.n: well, this spawned when i was looking through and saw there was a ppgz section and i was like 'wtf? how the hell can you write a serious story about them?' so then i decided to write one. keep in mind i haven't seen the ppgz for about 5 years so its probably not all that accurate.