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The Dark Decade:

A Dark and scary tail of white walls.

My name is Bubbles Utonium. Me and my too sisters are in my "father's" lab, a.k.a. our basement, cleaning the place out. My sisters and I haven't seen the outside world in 10 very long years.

We stole his wallet, his hair shavers, his car all his food, pictures, lighters, sleeping bags, and anything about this "experiment", and our exsitance.

One night when we were sleep he snuck into our room and put these bracelets, necklaces, and anklets on us. As it turns out they were shock collars. We found that out the next day Buttercup was trying to leave and he shocked us all. Then he went upstairs to get some furniture down here. We waited for 4 hours to see what he was doing turns out just getting sleeping bags.

We thought it was a game until he shocked us then we knew he was serious. It was like a red light and a siren going off the siren was blaring "Game. Over."

Then we started thinking of ways to get outta there and every time he blocked those exits off. It was like he was reading our minds. And he was, through the collars. Though the Ankle and wrist collars he could predict our every move. We were his lab rats, hamsters, test subjects.

John would have people watch us he would watch us even in our sleep. We had no freedom when we slept we watched our dreams and nightmares with us. He would have friends over to show cases our talents.

My talent is I can see the future, Blossom's she can send and receive thought messages, and Buttercup's is she can move things with her mind. Another one of blossom's powers is she can blow solid ice out of her mouth, I can speak many languages, French, Spanish, German Chinese, etc. and Buttercup can turn invisible. We all share powers together like we can make tornadoes using our hands and we can fly and give off radiation thorough our eyes. Depending on our emotions it can be harmful of harmless. Not to mention I'm the fastest Blossoms the smartest and Buttercup is the strongest, but at times we have our moments. Again emotion based.

I must admit it was more mental damage than physical, other than the millions of volts going through our bodies each day. He broke our once happy souls he made us grow up.

We call this the dark decade.


I decided to write this because i feel really angst-y. Short and Sweet sorta.

Don't hate me.

How 'bout it?