The air was warm, the sun was shining, and everybody in New Townsville was having a glorious day. The times square was bustling and crowded and busy people filled the streets. All the folks seemed to have somewhere specific to be.

All of the residents are happily enjoying themselves, Especially Bubbles. She flew freely through the air, flying one way and the next, touching the tree tops and riding the wind. The blue powerpuff swooped over her schoolyard, much to the delight of the children. Then, She brought out her wand and blew over 200 bubbles, sending down to the children, much to their delight. Seconds before landing on the ground, her wand went away and she pulled up back into the clear blue sky, gazing upon New Townsville. Bubbles felt alive.

Suddenly, Bubbles remembered that she had somewhere to be; she was supposed to meet with Her friend, Harvey in five minutes. Bubbles had gotten so caught up in her peaceful flying that she'd nearly forgotten that Harvey had asked to meet him at the Sweet Corner Cafe at three. Harvey hadn't said why or what they'd be doing, but Bubbles knew that with Harvey, it could be anything.

Bubbles wasn't sure if she really wanted to go, though. She was so engaged with her mind that she thought about blowing Harvey off to continue flying. But Bubbles conscience got the better of her. She knew that it would hurt Harvey's feelings; after all, Harvey had said it was going to be something special just for the two of them.

Bubbles considered it and thought "why not?" What did she have to lose? Heck, it might be more gardening. Bubbles might have found a bunch more fun stuff to pull on folks, and they'd had so much fun the last time. Bubbles kicked into overdrive to make up for lost time, and sped to her appointment.
She then arrived to the store and quickly transformed back to normal.

When Bubbles walked into the store, she was immediately greeted by her host, who was running in excitement. He had dark hair with red tips, pale skin, and olive eyes. He wore a white shirt with a black apron, brown jeans and black shoes.

"Hey, you're here! I've been waiting all day," said harvey

"Sorry if I'm a little late, Harvey. I was doing my afternoon walks and lost track of time," Bubbles apologized.

Harvey chuckled and responded in a peaceful reassuring tone, "Oh that's ok, you're here now. What's a few more minutes? I've been so pumped about thinking about all fun stuff we're gonna do, I haven't stopped getting ready since I woke up. I mean, I almost forgot to breathe I've been so happy."

Bubbles gave a slightly comfortable laugh. She had always appreciated Harvey's friendly, outgoing way of life, but Harvey's overabundant enthusiasm almost creeped her out. Bubbles maintained a polite expression, however. If Harvey was this worked up, whatever she had planned must be good.

"So, you ready to get started, Bubbles? I've got everything all ready," harvey said.

Bubbles psyched herself up. "I'm always ready. So what do you got planed? Are we gonna plant something? I got a couple of good ones I've been thinking about. Or maybe you've got some flower's you think I should try? Or perhaps…"

"MAKING Z-CAKES!" Harvey happily announced.

"Baking?" Bubbles was surprised. "Harvey, you know I was taught good at baking. Remember last time?"

"Oh, it won't be a problem at all. I only need your help making them. I'll be doing most of the work," Harvey explained.

Bubbles thought for about it for a second. "Well, alright, I guess that's OK. What exactly do you need me to do?"

"That's the spirit. Here you go." Harvey handed bubbles a z-cake.

Bubbles was puzzled. "I thought I was helping you bake."

"You will be. I made this one just for you before you got here."

"So, is this like taste-testing or something?"

"Sorta," harvey said.

Bubbles shrugged and popped the pastry in her mouth. She chewed a bit and swallowed. Not bad.

"OK, so now what?" Bubbles asked.

"Now," Harvey informed her, forming a grin on his face and his eyes looking like they just turn completely green "You take a nap."

Puzzled, Bubbles opened her mouth but felt instantly light-headed. A wave of dizziness washed over her, the world spun, and seconds later she collapsed to the floor.

When bubbles regained consciousness, she found herself in a dark room. She tried to shake her head but found that a taut leather strap held it firmly in place. She struggled to move, but braces around her chest and limbs glued her to a rack formed from a series of sturdy planks, which spread her legs wide apart.

As she writhed, a voice suddenly spoke in the dark room. It was Harvey's.

"Why, you're awake! Oh goodie! Now we can get started," Harvey stated gleefully. He bounded into the darkness, and quickly reappeared pushing a small cart covered with a cloth.

"Harvey, what's going on? I can't move!" Bubbles said urgently.

"Well, duh, that's because you're tied down," chided Harvey. "That's why you can't move. I didn't think you'd need to be told that."

"But why? What's happening? I thought you said I was going to help make cupcakes."

"You are helping. You see, I ran out of the special ingredient and I need you to get more."

"Special ingredient?" Bubbles was now breathing heavily and starting to panic. "What special ingredient?"

Harvey giggled and responded "You, silly!"

Bubbles eyes widened, and her face contorted in fear. Then she started to giggle nervously, and said, "Oh, you really got me there, Harvey. I mean, tricking me into thinking I'm gonna get made into a Z-cake? I gotta tell you, this the best prank yet. You win, you're the best."

Harvey only giggled even more. "Aw, thanks, Bubbles. But I haven't done any pranks today, so I can't accept your praise."

Bubbles was struggling again. "Harvey, come on, this isn't funny."

"Then why were you laughing?" Before bubbles could answer, Harvey grabbed the cloth and whipped it off the cart. On the cart was a tray containing various sharp medical tools and knives, carefully organized and wickedly sharp, as well as a large medical bag.

Bubbles was now in full panic mode. She was starting to hyperventilate. Her mind raced as she tried to reason with her friend. "You can't do this, Harvey! I'm your friend!"

"I know you are and that's why I'm so happy that I've got you here. We get to share your last moments together, just you and me." Harvey was skipping again.

"But, the others will wonder where I am. When the city's attack, they'll come looking for me and then you'll get found out," bubbles cried in desperation.

"Oh, bubbles," said Harvey. "Don't worry, There's your friends to take care of the city, Right?. And besides, no one will find out. I mean, how long do you think I've been doing this?" And with that ominous statement, the lights suddenly came to life and revealed the rest the room.

"Oh... OH MY GOD!" Bubbles reeled in horror at the image presented to her. The room was decorated with a typical but twisted Harvey flair.

A string line of skin with tattoo's were hang on the ceiling, and brightly painted skulls of all sizes, both monster and human, were attached to the walls. The tables and chairs were made of bones and the preserved flesh of past people. Bubbles cringed upon seeing the centre piece of the table nearest to her. The heads of four small children. Their eyes closed as if they were sleeping, blood was smeared creatively on their own skin, coloured in sorts of face paint. With a thrill of terror, Bubble's eyes darted back and forth and then fell upon a patchwork banner hanging from the rafters. Made from several coloured skin hides, the words "Life is my purpose" were scrawled on it in blood red.

Bubbles attention was brought back by a party horn unfurling and tickling her nose. She gaped at Harvey, who was standing right next to her, Smiling wickedly.

"Bubbles, you stupid, naive and reckless girl! do you really think I wasn't everyone's friend, we'll the only friends I have, is my beautiful black dust!" Harvey's Said.

Dust? What is he talking about? Then bubbles eyes grew wide then before.

"no...No. No, No, NO! It can't be!.."

"Yes Bubbles, it's me~"

Harvey was soon covered in black dust for ten seconds, when the dust was gone. He revealed his true identity. His pale snow skin turned whitish yellow, his olive eyes turn completely green, and his black hair formed a red jester hat. He became a bit taller than bubbles, and finally his hands turned into blood red claws.

He was wearing the clothing he wore during the girls battle but was wearing an apron quilted from dried skin, emblazoned with tattoos. On his back, fluttered six monster wings, all of different colours. As the deranged jester cackled, his necklace of severed monster horns clacked together loudly.

"Like it?" Him asked. "I made it myself."

"How are you alive? We send you into space!" Bubbles questioned

"well, Bubbles, lets just say, I made a illusional decoy of myself and used it as my placement for banishment. Now that you're here, I'm going to finally kill you then your friends are next!" Said Him.

Desperately, Bubbles pleaded with the smiling jester before her. "Him please, I'm sorry if I did everything to you. I didn't mean it. Please let me go. I promise I won't tell anybody."

"Oh, Bubbles, you didn't do anything. It's just that your number came up and, well, I'm not the one making the rules. We can't turn back now." He said as he placed his claw on her cheek, gently touching her repeatedly

Bubbles was tearing up. How could this be happening?

"Aww, don't be sad, Bubbles," said Him said as he punt his claw underneath Bubbles chin. "Look, this'll cheer you up. I brought you a friend." Seemingly out of nowhere, Him produced a brightly painted blue and red skull. It was about teen boys sized, but it had a very defining feature: it's eyes.

Bubbles gaped in shock. "Is... is that... is... that?"

"Hey, bubbles, It's been sooo long since we last seen each other! Maybe we can hang out together after I'm out of the hospital!," Him mimicked.

"I caught him right before he headed home. Remember when he mysterious disappeared two months ago? That was enough time to play with him of course; I had to wait till before the search party to do that, but aren't I ever glad I did. It was worth it for the flavor alone. Werewolves taste like two flavors at once, it's amazing. I know he didn't have a number like everyone else in need New Townsville, but when was I gonna get another chance to try werewolf? I probably should have asked where he came from so I could have gotten more, but I forgot. I'll tell you what though, he was quite the fighter. he lasted a long time, which was a lot of fun for me. I got the chance to play with somebody other than a person and try new things. It's too bad he had such an agressive mouth. he said so much bad stuff I just had to take his tongue out. You know, bad language makes for bad feelings, bubbles."

Bubbles didn't have anything to say. She just sobbed and writhed in her tight bonds.

"Well" said Him with an air of finality, "that's enough reminiscing. It's time to begin."

Putting down Cody's skull, the jester gripped a scalpel in the cleft of his claw and walked over to Bubbles side, he lifted her shirt and found her tattoo on the side. It was a white butterfly that's inside a transparent blue bubble.

Without any flair, Him placed the blade an inch above bubbles tattoo and began a circular cut around it. Bubbles shouted in pain and tried desperately to pull away, but the braces held her still. Finishing the incision, Him grabbed a curved skinning knife from the tray. Screwing up his face in concentration, he worked it under bubbles skin and sliced the hide away from the muscle. Bubbles ground her teeth as she tearfully watched her flesh peel off.

Once she had finished, Him held up her tattoo, clipped it into clothes pins, and hanged it on a line where his previous victims' tattoos where hanged. Bubbles just whimpered. Her side burned like nothing she had felt before. Then, he selected a pair of large butcher shears and walked next to the blue powerpuff.

"Hope you don't mind, I think Your gonna look great with that hairstyle now," Him laughed.

He grabbed bubbles left pigtail in his claw and played with it for a few seconds, yanking it back so the sharp pain reignited the fire in Bubbles side. Then, stretching the pigtail out, Him brought the blade down hard at the base. Instantly, bubbles screamed and thrashed her hair. The movement threw off Hims aim. He tried to snip his mark again but missed, and carved a huge slice into bubbles back.

"Bubbles, dear, you gotta stay still or I'll keep missing," scolded Him as his enemy howled.

Him took another whack and hit his target. He swung again and again. Blood from the head sprayed a bit into the air, but Him realized he wasn't getting anywhere. The blade just wasn't going through the roots.

"Hmm, I guess I forgot to sharpen it. I'll try something else," stated Him as he tossed the knife over his shoulder, embedding the blade in the table. Through the haze of pain and tears, bubbles heard the sound of his claws opening and closing.

"Say Bubbles, why do they call it a hack cut? It doesn't hack; hacking is what I was doing with the shears. This is a cut. I don't get it."

Him placed his claw over the mangled flesh of the last attempt. He then began to snip away Bubbles beautiful golden pigtails, he also cut on some parts with flesh which The feeling of the jagged teeth grinding into her made bubbles want to vomit. She watched numbly as her pigtail flew over her head and landed with a fluff on the table. Him moved to the next one and started snipping. Bubbles didn't struggle this time; she'd given up trying to fight and focused on choking back screams of agony. Abruptly, the snipping paused. Him was only half way done, the pigtail hanging off by a sliver.

"Hey Bubbles," Him piped up. "Think fast!"

Suddenly, Him yanked the pigtail as hard as he could. The hair roots snapped but the blue girls skin held, then tore away. The pull ripped away a long strip of flesh all the way down Bubbles back ears to her arms. Her body seized at the unexpected trauma And her loud, unending melody of pain filled the room. she then started to blacked out.

Bubbles awoke with a gasp. The stench of her blood filled her mucus caked nostrils. As her vision swam into focus, she saw a very angry Him removing a large adrenaline needle from her chest. Stomping his feet, the frustrated Him lashed out at his helpless victim, grabbing her by the neck.

"Didn't anybody teach you any manners? It's very rude to fall asleep when somebody invites you over to spend time with them. How would you like it if I came over to your house and went to sleep? 'Oh I'm sorry Bubbles, you're so boring I think I'll take a nap.' You think I like always doing this by myself? I told you how excited I got when I found you were next. I was excited to have a friend be here with me while I worked, but no! You've got to be inconsiderate, don't you!?"

As Him stopped to catch his breath, Bubbles blinked and sobbed softly. Her head was in agony, her side were on fire, and there was an intense pain in one of her arms. As she blinked again, she saw Him pop something red into his mouth and began to chew. Noticing Bubbles stare, Him quickly gulped the morsel down.

"What?" Him asked. "Oh, this?" he held up another piece. "Well, while YOU were asleep, I got a little impatient and helped myself to a small sample. I got it from your arm; you're not bad. Wanna try some?"

Without waiting for a response, Him shoved the strip of meat into the revolted girl's mouth.

Bubbles gagged, and immediately spit it out. Him frowned, and picked up the chunk of flesh. "If you didn't want it, you could have said no." He contemplated the discarded snotty morsel, then Threw it out. "It's not like you haven't had my Z-cakes before."

Swallowing, Him turned her attention to a small can on the tray. He then removed the lid, revealing that it was filled with red-hot coals. Lying on top of the coals were several large nails. As the adrenaline filled her veins, Bubbles began to panic again. Picking up the can, Him walked over to Bubbles left. Holding some tongs with his claw, Him carefully picked up a nail and positioned it at the seam between her victim's hands and foot. he then grabbed a hammer and took careful aim.

"No, please Him, don't do this!" Bubbles screamed. "NO! NO!"

The hammer came down and the nail punctured bubbles skin. The white hot burning was too much. Bubbles screamed as she pulled and thrashed at the braces, causing her raw skin to rub and tear. Him tried to line up another nail, but couldn't find his aim, and let out a frustrated grunt. When Him brought the hammer back to take a wild swing, Bubbles burst out crying and begging.

"PLEASE STOP! PLEASE, PLEASE STOP!"

Him rolled his eyes. Putting down the hammer and tongs, he walked back in front of his enemy and stared pensively at the broken girl. Cody didn't even cry this much when he had a live mouse stuffed down his throat. Him thought for a minute about what to do next, then had a sudden spark of inspiration.

Rotating a wheel on the rack, Him laid Bubbles on her back, then moved to Bubbles legs, bringing the can with her. Picking up his tools, Him drove a searing hot spike of metal directly into the bottom of Bubbles foot.

As bubbles yelled in pain, Him moved around and drove a second nail into the other foot. Next, Him went back to his cart and located an enormous battery and controller, which he dragged over to where he was working. he tied copper wires between the terminals and the nails driven into Bubbles feet, then gave Bubbles a wink and flipped the switch.

Electricity rocketed through Bubbles body. The blue powerpuff reacted immediately; her body seized, and her muscles snapped taut. Bubbles hips thrust skyward, her eyes rolled back, and she let out a deep, throat shredding cry. Him cackled and danced in place, then reached down and turned up the juice. Bubbles convulsed uncontrollably.

After about five minutes, Him shut off the power. Wisps of steam rose from around bubbles feet, and the area reeked of cooked flesh and burnt enamel. Him rotated bubbles upright again and tried snap the drooling, delirious girl back to attention.

"Bubbles? Bubbles! Bubbles get up!" Bubbles moaned and managed to give a modicum of weak acknowledgment. Him studied his handiwork, then reached into the medicine bag and produced a large syringe. "Alright, time for the last round."

Bubbles focused blearily on the needle, which Him took as a question as to what it was.

"This is a little something to take the pain away," Him informed Bubbles as she walked around to her victim's ruined back. Bubbles flinched as Him jabbed the needle into the lower part of the blue powerpuffs spine.

Moving in front of her enemy again, Him leaned down and elaborated.

"In a few minutes, you won't be able to feel anything below your ribcage. Then you'll be able to stay awake to watch the harvest."

Bubbles started to cry again. "Him?" she choked out.

"Yes, dear?"

"I want to go home," bubbles sobbed.

"Yeah, I can see you wanting to do that," replied the jester. "Sometimes, I just wanna give up, just say 'I'm done with this mess' and go to bed. But you know what? You can't shrug off your responsibilities. You got to pull yourself up and meet the challenges head on. That's the only way you're gonna get ahead in life."
Bubbles hung her head and cried.

Minutes passed as the drug took effect. Eventually, Bubbles was completely numb from her chest to her hips. He then cut a square on Bubble's torso. At this point, Him approached with a scalpel. Glancing at Bubbles and smiling, Him made a long horizontal cut across the the girls pelvis, just above her crotch. Moving up bubbles body, Him made a similar incision under her ribs. Finally, Him made a long vertical cut down bubbles stomach, connecting the first two.

"Looks like I got my 'I' on you, bubbles," Him cackled.

With a moist, gooey sound, the flaps of skin opened. The sight of her own organs and the lack of feeling caused bubbles breathing to intensify.

Him carefully sliced open bubbles abdominal sac and grabbed her intestines. As he separated the organ from the rest of the digestive tract and pulled it out of the new cavity, Him grew jovial. Laughing as he gutted his enemy, Him began to make mimic her interests. Bubbles, growing weaker from this new source of blood loss, tried desperately to shut out the macabre comedy act.
"Look, you made this, didn't you?" Him laughed, as he examined her intestines. "I wonder how people like you make this type of fashion?"

Reaching back inside, he sliced the smaller intestine off from the bowls. Squeezing out the excess excrement, Him started cleaning her slimy organ "It's best to do your chores; laundry, dishes, cleaning the house, all sorts"

Barely aware of what was going on anymore. The shock was causing her to fade. Disappointed, Him dived back into the blue powerpuffs guts, trying to win her opposite of pride.

"Aw, don't go yet bubbles." Him started pulling out the rest of Bubbles organs, pausing with each removal. "I know I can be a real pancreas, but you know I'm just kidney with you. You really got to learn to liver it up. Boy, these jokes are getting bladder. Guess ya gotta develop a stomach for them."
Him placed the discarded body parts into a bucket, keeping the last one for bit longer. Bubbles didn't hear her tormentor. She had slipped from conciseness minutes ago. Him, not yet satisfied, hit bubbles with another adrenaline shot. Bubbles woke up for the last time, her heart pounding. Warm blood flowed out from the wound in her chest in great spurts. It wouldn't be long now.

Him brought bubbles around onto her back again and straddled the blue powerpuffs chest, scalpel at the ready.

"You know, Bubbles, I'm disappointed. I thought you would have lasted longer. I really wanted to spend more time with you before we got here. But I guess it's my fault; I should have taken it a little slower. Oh well. It was really was nice knowing you, Bubbles!"

"Please... don't... don't do this..." Bubbles whispered.

Him looked at her, then gave a low chuckle "Oh, Bubbles, I know i never wanted to, but i had to,"

He then lowered himself and whispered in her ear.

"And i bet you could make a new life out of me~..."

And just like that, the blade sunk into the throat and worked its way up to bubbles chin. Coming back down, Hims scalpel then circled bubbles neck. The last thing Bubbles felt was her skin being cut away from her skull, and the metal of the blade scraping her teeth.
Then she was gone.

Him stared into the mirror. He had done a really good job, even keeping the eyelids. He winked, and Bubbles winked back. Him smiled.
But still, he was sad that his enemy- no, Friend, was now gone. Bubbles had only lasted fifty minutes, not nearly as long as Him had wanted. He looked back at the cadaver hanging in the center of the room, the last of his friend's fluids draining into a pan. Yup, no more Bubbles.

As he looked, Him cocked his head. He began to take notice of the fact that there really wasn't much damage to the corpse. "In fact," the jester mused, "I think…." An idea exploded in his head. "I do need some assistance and company."

He was good at sewing and he had all the pieces, all he had to do was put them back together. Yeah, he just had to get some stuffing and bingo, he'd have Bubbles forever. In fact, thought Him, that's what he'd do for his only friend when her number came up. He was so excited, he skipped right over to the body with his skinner to get started.

The treats can wait for a bit; He had a friend to make. And resurrect.