Violet Tears and Devil Food 1

Author Note: I just love fan requests, don't you? Thanks once more, Joe!

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8 years earlier...

Bubbles let out a giggle as she danced around the yard, her long pigtails flowing with each movement of her body. This world was that of no powers and no monsters or evil masterminds. She and her sisters were born normal, they acted as such and had never had any other life. Now she was six years old, playing her favorite doll, Octi. Blossom was jumping rope on the driveway as Buttercup drew monsters and scateboards across the blacktop. She fell laughing into the grass, the sound ringing across the nieghboorhood. For that moment, things were just perfect in the world.

"Bubbles, what are you doing?" her big sister's voice made her look up, rolling to her stomach. Bunny was seven years old, normal as them, and by the far the most beautiful of them.

Her brown hair was long and flowed around her perfect framed hips, just like her perfect framed everything. Her eyes weren't purple, rather so black if she was excited, they looked that way. Her face was oval and slim, and a few freckles lingered just under her thick framed smart-looking glasses. She was wearing a purple sundress and black Mary Janes, her hair loose around her beaded braclets. She flashed her a smile under her light layer of make-up and made her way to her youngest little sister.

"Just playing with Octi," she held up her toy and pretended to make him talk, "hey, Bunny! I want to play with you, too! We're friends!"

"Why, I'd love to," she cutresed with another smile, "such a gentleman."

This stirred a laugh from the six year old. Kneeling down on her knees, Bunny started to help her sister play with her friend. She had to be the best big sister ever.

"May I have this dance?" Bunny made Octi ask.

"Of course," the blonde got to her feet and started to stumble rather than dance, swinging the toy all around. It suddenly flew out her hands, landing in the street, "Oh no! I'll save you!" She put one foot on the blacktop.

"No, no, no,' in fear her airheaded sister would get squashed, the seven year old pulled her back, "I'll get him."

She never saw the truck coming.

And the truck never saw her.

Now in the present day...

Fourteen year old Bubbles slammed her locker door, only to have it squeak back open. Narrowing her baby blues, she tried again, and failed. Fed up with it now, she yanked out her blue windbreaker, stuffed it under her lunch, and slammed it shut. Her best friend, Robin, looked up at her, alarmed.

"You always do that," she commented, "what's so bad about it today?"

"Just in a bad mood," she promptly snapped her friend's head off and huffed to the bathroom.

"Well then," offended now, she swooped to the lunch room.

"What's your deal?" Princess glanced up from doing her make-up when the blonde got in there.

"None of your beeswax," she pressed her back to the lime tile and sank down, burying her face in her hands.

"Your always out of it this time of year," the girl shifted her wieght and put her hands on her hips, "tell me!"

"Buzz off," she rose, a dangerous violent forming behind her irises, "I don't want to fight you but I dern sure will!"

"How rude," turning, she fled from the fight.

"Bubbles, just calm down," Buttercup came out of one of stalls to put her hands on her sister's shoulder.

Turning around, she opened her mouth to protest. When no sound came out, she collasped into the dark-haired girl's arms, burying her face into her shoulder. Rubbing the eight grader's back, the ninth grader led her to Blossom's home ect class so they could take her home.