Author's Note: Hello again! This is yet another story from Buttercup's Point of view. I got the idea for this
story when I was watching this movie called 'Voltron' with my little nephew Roice. He's five years old and sometimes
a big pain in my ass. But anyways I got the idea and it didn't even relate to the movie. But what matters is that I
got an idea. Again, the ppgs/rrbs will be 16 w/fingers and stuff. Okay? Aight, lets get crackin'!
Disclaimer: I don't own the Powerpuff Girls or related characters. I don't own name brand products. And the famous people
own themselves.
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I looked at the old beat up antique shop. Some of the windows were cracked and all of them were covered with layers
and layers of dust and cobwebs. The painted walls were peeling and revealing the broken bricks underneath. I looked at the name
of the shop which was placed on the front of the building. The name was placed on a cheap, plastic, table cloth like banner.
The sun gleamed off the shiny surface. I stepped back to get a better view. 'Lil' Fancy Jewel's Antique Shop' it said. The bold
red letters were very faded and looked a pink, but you could still tell that it was red in the past.
I felt a tug at my arm. "Well come on! Let's go inside already!" Bubbles squealed. "Yea!" Blossom chirped beside me. I sighed
as they dragged me into the shop. Little bells rang as we opened the rusty metal door. I breathed through my nose and immediately started
to sneeze. "God bless you," said a voice. I opened my eyes and saw a very elderly woman with a large hump on her back. She wore a maroon
woven cloak and pale pink dress. She was rather plump and wore many beads around her neck. Around her bare wrists she wore tons of amulets.
"Thank you," I said and wiped my nose a bit. I looked around the place. It was more spacious than I thought. There were ancient looking books,
dusty old clocks and much more. Blossom and Bubbles split off and started looking around, leaving me still at the entrance. After looking like
a total idiot, I decided to do some browsing of my own. I walked over to some shelves filled with ancient looking books. A black leather bound
book caught my eye. I picked it up. Whoa, it was kind of heavy! I looked at the title. There in gold letters it read, 'Book of the Dead' then down
below, in smaller print, it said, 'Spells for revenge, rebirth, ressurection, and more...' I yawned. "Been there, done that," I muttered as I placed
it back on the shelf releasing another hurricane of dust. I quickly moved away to avoid another sneeze.
I walked further into the depths of the shop. I was so intrigued by all of the antiques that I hadn't noticed I walked right into a curtain
leading into a small room filled with figurines. I finally realized that I had probably gone too far into the store. I was about to turn and leave, but
then thought 'Oh, what the hell!' I looked at the shelves surrounding me with rows and rows of numerous figurines. Many were made of cedar wood, ebony,
porceline, and glass. Some were shaped like small animals, fairies, mermaids, dragons, angels, people of medieval times such as princesses,princes, kings,
queens,knights and much more. They were facinating! Made with such technique and care. I picked up a fairy figurine. The fairy's wings had very delicate
curves and was filled with much vibrant colors. The porceline fairy was hunched over a red rose with small crystal beads over the pedals signifying that
they were dewdrops. The fairy had on a soft green flowing dress. A crown made of flowers was placed ontop of her flowing black hair which fit perfectly with
her light complexion. Placed on her small feet were green slippers with small diamond-looking stones tracing around the toe area. I instantly fell in love
with this figurine. I looked around the figure for a price tag, then I remembered about my conclusion about myself going too far into the shop. But then I
figured why would they have all of these figurines and not want to sell them? I shrugged at my own question and browsed on. I was about to pick up this angel
made of ebony, when Bubbles piercing call came from beyond the room.
"Buttercup! It's time to go!" she yelled. I hesitated before finally emerging from behind the curtain. I came to where Blossom and Bubbles stood by the
counter. Bubbles put all of her things on the counter first. The elderly woman ringed her up to a total of $23.52. The woman then placed them into a soft cloth-like
bag. I hadn't even payed attention to what Blossom put on the counter. I studied my figurine again. Something about it was so unique and captivating. I just had
to have it, but why? I never really paid any attention to fairies before, so why now? "Well Miss, don't 'cha want me to ring ya up?" the woman asked. I realized
everyone was staring at me. "Oh, yes," I said snapping out of my trance. I put the figurine on the counter. The elderly woman's eyes widened. "Where did you get
that?" she demanded more than asked. "Oh, I kinda wondered into the back room and found it among other figurines," I stated. "It is not for sale!" she said and
snatched it off the counter. "No!" I screamed. "I must have it! I'll be willing to pay at any price!" "No," she said flatly. "I wouldn't want to bring a burden
on your loved ones or cause the death of anyone of them, for you see, this figurine is cursed. It could bring deaths to the owner's loved ones or the owner themselves,
but the owner is helpless to stop its' evil doing, for the owner is in its' trance the mere moment the person lays eyes upon it. I have been able to with stand the
curse becauuse I came from a long line of witches. Now dear, do your loved ones a favor and forget about this piece of junk."
"I don't believe in such nonsense. I'll pay you 20 bucks for it," I announced. "No," the woman said again. "30," I declared. "No!" she said loudly.
This fucking old woman was getting on my damn nerves. "40!" I cried. The old woman sighed. She knew that I wasn't giving up. "Alright, fine take it for 40 dollars,"
the old woman said finally. "Yes!" I shouted. It was good she let me have it at 40 because I didn't have too much money with me. She wrapped up the figurine in a
cloth-like bag. She was about to hand it to me when she jerked it quickly out of my reach. "I'll give you this, but in one condition," the woman said. I yawned.
Why was I so tired? I ignored my own question and tried to pay attention to what the old woman was saying. "You must have a good luck charm to go with it," she said.
"It will protect you from any evil doing the figurine might cause."
"Yea, okay sure," I said, not giving fuck about what the old hag was telling me. She probably just wanted that figurine for herself, but when she saw the prices
I was willing to pay, her greedy ass went all for the money! She handed me a rather strange looking fabric rag doll with small colorful feathers on the top of it's head.
We finally walked out of the dusty old antique shop. I held my figurine close to me. We flew off in the direction of our house. We still had it in the same shape that it
was when we were five. Though, we added two extra bedrooms for me and Bubbles. Blossom decided she wanted the old bedroom.
We reached the porch of our house. I didn't notice Ms.Bellum's red Spyder until I had opened the door and I got a glimpse of the shine from the corner of my eye.
Ms.Bellum was one of our regular visitors, along with her three sons, the Rowdyruff Boys. She decided to adopt them after they got resurrected again. It's quite a tale.
You see, one day, Ms.Bellum and the Professor were in the lab. She was on her usual visits to our house. It was sunny and bright out. Many people were playing baseball.
Some people in particular were Mitch, Robin, and Harry. Blossom and I watched them play. I remember Mitch went up to bat. He was facing toward the lab window. Even though
the lab is underground. There's a window up high where you can peek into it. Mitch swung as hard as he could and CRASH!! It hit the window causing it to shatter. The ball
flew into a cauldron where a project of Professor's was laying. Snips, snails, and a puppy dog tail. And where the ball hit, a container of Chemical X. Professor himself
was going to try to resurrect them. He wanted to see if them being bad and unstable had anything to do with the toliet water and all of that witching stuff Mojo did in jail.
So then there was an explosion. We all came to check it out and there floated the boys. They were actually very nice to us. Remember, this happened when we were 14. Boys love
girls at that age. Unless, they're gay or something.
I looked around. No one was there. I checked the lab. No one was there either. "Maybe they took a walk or something," Bubbles suggested. "Maybe," I said with a yawn.
"Well, whatever, I'm gonna go take a nap, okay?" With that, I flew upstairs. I opened the green door leading into my room. I placed my treasured figurine next to my green glitter
lamp, which was resting ontop of my nightstand. I kicked off my shoes and lay down. I pulled a bedsheet over me. I didn't really need a warm blanket. I was just gonna take a nap
anyways. I shut my eyes and fell quickly asleep.
Something warm and sticky trickled on my face. I opened my eyes and looked at it. It was red.
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Author's Note: Well that's the end of Chapter one. So what do you think is on Buttercup's face? And what's up with that fairy figurine? What did Blossom buy? Where did the Professor,
Ms.Bellum, and the Rowdyruff Boys go? What will Bubbles and Blossom do with the free time they have with just themselves awake? When will I stop asking these damn questions? Well, the answer
for the last question is now. But before you start predicting what's going on. Let me just tell you this: You will never know what I have in mind. You will never know what I do next...
Okay I'm done scaring the hell outta you. :-D
story when I was watching this movie called 'Voltron' with my little nephew Roice. He's five years old and sometimes
a big pain in my ass. But anyways I got the idea and it didn't even relate to the movie. But what matters is that I
got an idea. Again, the ppgs/rrbs will be 16 w/fingers and stuff. Okay? Aight, lets get crackin'!
Disclaimer: I don't own the Powerpuff Girls or related characters. I don't own name brand products. And the famous people
own themselves.
****************************************************************************************************************************************
I looked at the old beat up antique shop. Some of the windows were cracked and all of them were covered with layers
and layers of dust and cobwebs. The painted walls were peeling and revealing the broken bricks underneath. I looked at the name
of the shop which was placed on the front of the building. The name was placed on a cheap, plastic, table cloth like banner.
The sun gleamed off the shiny surface. I stepped back to get a better view. 'Lil' Fancy Jewel's Antique Shop' it said. The bold
red letters were very faded and looked a pink, but you could still tell that it was red in the past.
I felt a tug at my arm. "Well come on! Let's go inside already!" Bubbles squealed. "Yea!" Blossom chirped beside me. I sighed
as they dragged me into the shop. Little bells rang as we opened the rusty metal door. I breathed through my nose and immediately started
to sneeze. "God bless you," said a voice. I opened my eyes and saw a very elderly woman with a large hump on her back. She wore a maroon
woven cloak and pale pink dress. She was rather plump and wore many beads around her neck. Around her bare wrists she wore tons of amulets.
"Thank you," I said and wiped my nose a bit. I looked around the place. It was more spacious than I thought. There were ancient looking books,
dusty old clocks and much more. Blossom and Bubbles split off and started looking around, leaving me still at the entrance. After looking like
a total idiot, I decided to do some browsing of my own. I walked over to some shelves filled with ancient looking books. A black leather bound
book caught my eye. I picked it up. Whoa, it was kind of heavy! I looked at the title. There in gold letters it read, 'Book of the Dead' then down
below, in smaller print, it said, 'Spells for revenge, rebirth, ressurection, and more...' I yawned. "Been there, done that," I muttered as I placed
it back on the shelf releasing another hurricane of dust. I quickly moved away to avoid another sneeze.
I walked further into the depths of the shop. I was so intrigued by all of the antiques that I hadn't noticed I walked right into a curtain
leading into a small room filled with figurines. I finally realized that I had probably gone too far into the store. I was about to turn and leave, but
then thought 'Oh, what the hell!' I looked at the shelves surrounding me with rows and rows of numerous figurines. Many were made of cedar wood, ebony,
porceline, and glass. Some were shaped like small animals, fairies, mermaids, dragons, angels, people of medieval times such as princesses,princes, kings,
queens,knights and much more. They were facinating! Made with such technique and care. I picked up a fairy figurine. The fairy's wings had very delicate
curves and was filled with much vibrant colors. The porceline fairy was hunched over a red rose with small crystal beads over the pedals signifying that
they were dewdrops. The fairy had on a soft green flowing dress. A crown made of flowers was placed ontop of her flowing black hair which fit perfectly with
her light complexion. Placed on her small feet were green slippers with small diamond-looking stones tracing around the toe area. I instantly fell in love
with this figurine. I looked around the figure for a price tag, then I remembered about my conclusion about myself going too far into the shop. But then I
figured why would they have all of these figurines and not want to sell them? I shrugged at my own question and browsed on. I was about to pick up this angel
made of ebony, when Bubbles piercing call came from beyond the room.
"Buttercup! It's time to go!" she yelled. I hesitated before finally emerging from behind the curtain. I came to where Blossom and Bubbles stood by the
counter. Bubbles put all of her things on the counter first. The elderly woman ringed her up to a total of $23.52. The woman then placed them into a soft cloth-like
bag. I hadn't even payed attention to what Blossom put on the counter. I studied my figurine again. Something about it was so unique and captivating. I just had
to have it, but why? I never really paid any attention to fairies before, so why now? "Well Miss, don't 'cha want me to ring ya up?" the woman asked. I realized
everyone was staring at me. "Oh, yes," I said snapping out of my trance. I put the figurine on the counter. The elderly woman's eyes widened. "Where did you get
that?" she demanded more than asked. "Oh, I kinda wondered into the back room and found it among other figurines," I stated. "It is not for sale!" she said and
snatched it off the counter. "No!" I screamed. "I must have it! I'll be willing to pay at any price!" "No," she said flatly. "I wouldn't want to bring a burden
on your loved ones or cause the death of anyone of them, for you see, this figurine is cursed. It could bring deaths to the owner's loved ones or the owner themselves,
but the owner is helpless to stop its' evil doing, for the owner is in its' trance the mere moment the person lays eyes upon it. I have been able to with stand the
curse becauuse I came from a long line of witches. Now dear, do your loved ones a favor and forget about this piece of junk."
"I don't believe in such nonsense. I'll pay you 20 bucks for it," I announced. "No," the woman said again. "30," I declared. "No!" she said loudly.
This fucking old woman was getting on my damn nerves. "40!" I cried. The old woman sighed. She knew that I wasn't giving up. "Alright, fine take it for 40 dollars,"
the old woman said finally. "Yes!" I shouted. It was good she let me have it at 40 because I didn't have too much money with me. She wrapped up the figurine in a
cloth-like bag. She was about to hand it to me when she jerked it quickly out of my reach. "I'll give you this, but in one condition," the woman said. I yawned.
Why was I so tired? I ignored my own question and tried to pay attention to what the old woman was saying. "You must have a good luck charm to go with it," she said.
"It will protect you from any evil doing the figurine might cause."
"Yea, okay sure," I said, not giving fuck about what the old hag was telling me. She probably just wanted that figurine for herself, but when she saw the prices
I was willing to pay, her greedy ass went all for the money! She handed me a rather strange looking fabric rag doll with small colorful feathers on the top of it's head.
We finally walked out of the dusty old antique shop. I held my figurine close to me. We flew off in the direction of our house. We still had it in the same shape that it
was when we were five. Though, we added two extra bedrooms for me and Bubbles. Blossom decided she wanted the old bedroom.
We reached the porch of our house. I didn't notice Ms.Bellum's red Spyder until I had opened the door and I got a glimpse of the shine from the corner of my eye.
Ms.Bellum was one of our regular visitors, along with her three sons, the Rowdyruff Boys. She decided to adopt them after they got resurrected again. It's quite a tale.
You see, one day, Ms.Bellum and the Professor were in the lab. She was on her usual visits to our house. It was sunny and bright out. Many people were playing baseball.
Some people in particular were Mitch, Robin, and Harry. Blossom and I watched them play. I remember Mitch went up to bat. He was facing toward the lab window. Even though
the lab is underground. There's a window up high where you can peek into it. Mitch swung as hard as he could and CRASH!! It hit the window causing it to shatter. The ball
flew into a cauldron where a project of Professor's was laying. Snips, snails, and a puppy dog tail. And where the ball hit, a container of Chemical X. Professor himself
was going to try to resurrect them. He wanted to see if them being bad and unstable had anything to do with the toliet water and all of that witching stuff Mojo did in jail.
So then there was an explosion. We all came to check it out and there floated the boys. They were actually very nice to us. Remember, this happened when we were 14. Boys love
girls at that age. Unless, they're gay or something.
I looked around. No one was there. I checked the lab. No one was there either. "Maybe they took a walk or something," Bubbles suggested. "Maybe," I said with a yawn.
"Well, whatever, I'm gonna go take a nap, okay?" With that, I flew upstairs. I opened the green door leading into my room. I placed my treasured figurine next to my green glitter
lamp, which was resting ontop of my nightstand. I kicked off my shoes and lay down. I pulled a bedsheet over me. I didn't really need a warm blanket. I was just gonna take a nap
anyways. I shut my eyes and fell quickly asleep.
Something warm and sticky trickled on my face. I opened my eyes and looked at it. It was red.
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Author's Note: Well that's the end of Chapter one. So what do you think is on Buttercup's face? And what's up with that fairy figurine? What did Blossom buy? Where did the Professor,
Ms.Bellum, and the Rowdyruff Boys go? What will Bubbles and Blossom do with the free time they have with just themselves awake? When will I stop asking these damn questions? Well, the answer
for the last question is now. But before you start predicting what's going on. Let me just tell you this: You will never know what I have in mind. You will never know what I do next...
Okay I'm done scaring the hell outta you. :-D
