A/N: This idea came to me a while ago and I decided that I should post it today. Enjoy!
The blonde girl sat alone in the rain, watching the busy people walk around, hats on, umbrellas out, and hoods tight around them. They were all walking quickly, all of them in a hurry to visit loved ones, seeing as this was Sunday, and Sunday was usually the day everybody relaxed and spent time with their families- even the workaholics.
Many looked at the blonde girl curiously, wondering why a young girl would be out in the cold rain on a Sunday, with no umbrella, hat, or hood, and not with a friend or a brother or a sister or a parent. They pushed their curiosity about her out of their minds and continued on with their hurried manner.
The blonde girl was soaked, her hair wet and sticking to her face, her clothes drenched in water, and her face wet with raindrops.
The girl didn't seem to care at all, her dull blue eyes staring into space.
She liked the rain. She always did, even when she was a child and had a spark in her eyes.
But she liked it for different reasons now.
When she was a child, she liked it because it was fun to go out in the rain. The rain gave her a nice feeling and made her happy.
Now, at age seventeen, the girl liked it because the rain matched her misery. In her mind, every raindrop was one of her tears. And when she was out in the rain, she was able to cry freely, for the rain blended in with the salty tears on her face.
A person would wonder why a seventeen year old would be this sad. Why she would spend a Sunday away from her family or friends. They would wonder who she was.
Well, this girl was Bubbles Utonium.
Yes, Bubbles Utonium, who, when she was younger, had a bounce in her step, joy in her eyes, and had a cheery smile on her face. The girl who loved spending Sundays with the Professor and her sisters and the girl who loved dancing in the rain.
But this Bubbles, the girl sitting in the rain, was different.
She had no bounce in her step, no joy in her eyes, and always had an empty, sad look on her face. She hated Sundays because she now had no family to spend it with, and she didn't dance and giggle in the rain anymore- she sat and cried in it.
The girl sitting in the rain was Bubbles Utonium. She had no friends, no family… nobody.
Her friends had all abandoned her, as did her creator, and both of her sisters died.
And she was now detached from the world.
A/N: This was kind of an introduction to the story so nothing really happened in it. Thank you for reading and don't forget to review!
On an unrelated note, I'm currently watching The Rowdyruff Boys (the first episode they appear in) while eating Lays and I'm actually fangirling over these fictional characters. I'm squealing at fetus Butch and fetus Boomer and fetus Brick. Oh my... What is wrong with me?