The World is a Stranger
Hello guys! Long time no see, but you wouldn't even know me. I've decided to write another PPG story... and it's also been a few years since I have updated or went on Fanfiction. Apparently, I seem to keep trying to write a lot of PPG stories and just abandon them. So I hope this wouldn't be boring... So anyways…I'm very busy so I don't get the idea of going to Fanfiction really. You see, I have been doing a lot of things for the past few months – some games, some editing, some achieving, some writing, some stuff. And don't forget about school either! I don't know if this story will become as interesting, but I hope I didn't make the title sound useless for the most part.
I've written about these many ideas;
6 Feelings; Hate, Pain, Anger, Loneliness, Love, and Hurt.
Lonely - everyone in the story is lonely until they find a way to get out of it... -_-'.
Justice – my favorite one! Originally called "The Steps to Justice" where the Puffs and the Ruffs are all grown up to be 23-25 year olds and they have their jobs to fight crime and stuff... I had started writing it but then I just got lazy.
ABC - well, the point is to actually have every chapter start with the alphabet letter.
Missions - basically just missions they have to complete...
Novel - not really the title, just for the sake of remembering.
And now... finally, ''The World is a Stranger''... not sure if the title make any sense, but I will have to change it if I do want it changed *cough cough*. And I still might make mistakes like spelling or grammar in the story…so feedback is always welcomed too.
Long Summary: The Powerpuff Girls, now 10 years old, still fight crime for the sake of Townsville. And no, they do not get sick of it however, because that is their "job". The evil villains all had joined forces for the last three years and right now, the Powerpuff Girls will have to deal with the old counterparts once more, who knew better. All the girls need to do is trust their own feelings and actions, but could they really trust "trust"? But… they always win the villains… right?
Disclaimer: I do not own the Powerpuff Girls and everyone knows that. The plot is owned by me, however.
The stranger had placed a chemical container inside a clearly displayed experiment that was perfectly laid across the lab table. While the chemical dissolved with the other substance, it did not make an explosion as the man had expected. He silently cursed to himself as he threw away the chemical and tried to instantly make a new combination. The time ticked across the laboratory, a lab that was big enough to hold a few doors that will lead to who knows what. It seems that he had set a timer at the clock, and all it needs to do its job was to ring over the entire room.
2 hours and 45 minutes had him worked so hard. But finally, the last drop of the chemical to the combined substance lead to an enormous explosion… well, not enormous enough to crack the whole laboratory. The evil genius had laughed wickedly, but he hid himself away with a smirk for the last. He turned to use his ears, hearing a familiar sound – the sound of something… floating or streaking from the hallways through his lair. You must have thought that it was the Powerpuff Girls… but what if it was something different, something new?
"About time, you boys!" the stranger helplessly pointed his index finger at the three figures that stood above him. No, not little boys, but boys that were soaring above the evil genius' own head. Each of them held a smirk that matched with the evil genius'.
"Watcha got there, Mojo?" there seems to be a leader of the gang of some sort. He had a serious smirk and was folding his arms, looking down at their fatherly figure. This boy was portrayed with red hair, red clothes, and even eyes; wow, a whole lot of red. Well, wouldn't that be another redhead? The only part of the change is that he didn't have long hair like the famous Powerpuff Blossom; he had regular length like all his brothers did. The thought of him speaking first was without a doubt though.
"Silence!" Mojo had called out with all 5 fingers now. "It is about time to show who you really are, boys. After 4 years, you guys disappeared in the mist, and now you are back to who you are; in the town of Townsville. Tell me now, boys, what you really want the most!" Mojo had already had his own two hands spread out like a wing, motioning the boys to come closer. Whatever they want, that is, Mojo Jojo might give them…
The three boys landed on the ground and seemed to have taken aback as if they hadn't stepped on the earth's crust for so long anymore. You can call that they might have felt a sensation down their spines. The two other boys followed behind the redheaded leader, their grins widening even more. This could only be bad news if that does it. As soon as they had reached their fatherly figure, the green one slowly opened his lips;
"What we want, huh?" he had tried to continue talking more, but he decided to end it the way that was, trying to play with the monkey's head. His cowlick was straightened in a professional way that almost made this boy seem like a weak boy, but he was sure tougher! There was a scar under his left eye that stretched to the cheeks as an ending; this is enough to realize that he wants a fight more than anything. After all, he seemed to be in really good shape still.
"We will tell you what we want!" the last boy sprouted, holding a grin. Poor boy, he tried to make his grin look more like his brothers, but it didn't work out as expected. His face was really rounded and seemed lifeless, maybe because he hadn't had a real fight since ever. His posture was good enough, his position of his hands and his stance was all accurate for a fighter, but Mojo could already justify it all as pathetic and that this boy never even let a single thing hit him at all for the past 4 years.
"And it's only one thing," the redhead ended with an evil glare, bringing his brothers together with him. The three boys all formed a circle with Mojo like they need to discuss plans together. The four of them whispered something that only top secret soldiers would never even want to hear or be strong enough to kill.
Townsville's been nerve racking ever since the last three years. The citizens, the people who reside in the town, contain no worries whatsoever because there is the Powerpuff Girls. For the girls, it is not a very different story. As long as they have some crime going, Buttercup would kick them to the end. However, for the last few weeks, something's been up around the town, more of a rumor. But that is not the point right now, and it wouldn't even have been called rumor if it wasn't for the word rumor.
Everything was like a nuisance in Townsville after all; monsters keep coming and crashing, Powerpuffs keep flying and defeating and winning. There was obviously no point of fighting again if the girls were ever to win, and that also hints why some citizens want the Powerpuff Girls to have their first defeat. Well, the citizens all know what will happen next if the girls do lose, Townsville will be doomed and destroyed. The villains will take over the world and the people will die.
That explains almost all the things Townsville is ever responsible of enclosing. While the newspapers always hold the Powerpuff stories as the top news, people still get sick of hearing and reading the same things over and over again, correct? Today's news headline stated in big, bold letters of "New Discovery Revealed That Powerpuff Bubbles Protested In Order To Win". Well, catchy title that is, but not enough to actually hold the true intentions of a particular Powerpuff Bubbles, right?
In those evening streets, liter and recycled things or trash will likely be found. However for the day, the usual Puff that guard around the town for tiniest of tiny things that could happen isn't in the mood, for the sake of being temporary alright. Buttercup crumbled up the newspaper she just bought with 5 cents after reading the headline. With her feet, she considers it as good use to stomp on the crumbled paper, throwing it at the nearby trashcan with a perfect aimed shot. The others who were trying to read their newspapers on the "Waiting for Bus Seats" all stared at Buttercup with expressions that were either of nothing, about to burst into bubbles, or mockery.
She had ignored the faces that were landed upon her arrival to deal with other things. "Stupid newspapers, stupid rumor that started it all!" she placed her hands on her pant pockets before crashing blindly to a concrete wall. "Okay, stupid place in town too." She realized that she was so obsessed of dealing with what happened on the newspapers that she forgot to even fly. But now that she got the chance to, she started streaking the dawning sky back to their household.
The door cracked open from the inside as soon as the raven head came flying home, hitting her full head against the door. She let out a sigh and glared at the person who was standing in front of her, covering her nose and to test if anything got bruised up.
"Butter-buttercup!" the blonde head was squealing, jumping up and down like crazy frogs that only live in houses. It was hard to tell if she was happy or sad. "Th-they said it all wrong!" Buttercup's eyes rolled as soon as Bubbles' right hand came into view with today's newspaper.
The green puff flew to the couch, her new location for the day. She grabbed the remote controller and switched to her favorite TV channel only to have the news channel interrupt every single time. "Shocking as it is, we have found out that Bubbles Utonium, the joy and the laughter of the Powerpuff Girls group, were protesting the day before she won. This was written on the Townsville Site and while you are there, you can find many reasons and evidence as to why, also brought to you by peers and villains that Bubbles encountered with. Well, that's it for today's big story. But, what are your opinions, citizens of Townsville? What are you waiting for, go to wwwdottownsvilenewsdotcom now!"
Buttercup didn't bother switching channels for this matter; she knew she couldn't let herself grinning when Bubbles stood in the door to watch the loud TV and what the news reporter had just announced. Whatever Bubbles' reaction was, Buttercup didn't care as she switched back to her favorite sports channel. If she was back to her earlier self, Buttercup could have smashed the TV and rant all day long.
Pieces of papers floated its way towards the ground, attracting the forces together. The blonde puff flew to her room, locking herself up. She might have been crying, but she realized that crying doesn't solve anything at all… of course. She laid her head down and banged on her desk with one of her free hands. That caused one of her notebooks to drop down to her face, making her wake up from the position.
"Alright, this is really what I wanted! To express my real feelings down the pipe in this notebook!" she tears out some lined paper from the book to start a fresh new subject.
The sound of the front door opening wildly caused Buttercup to look back. Why yes, the door was not working right after Buttercup came home, and whoever it was on the outside of the door was distracting her. She wouldn't mind if it was Professor Utonium, but she knew all along that it might have been Blossom who came back from her after school class. Blossom's capable of going to extra classes before she even got to start Middle School and she knew that it wouldn't hurt to join with other students that were trying to get the best in education.
"Buttercup! Bubbles!" the raven head once more had turned her head back, annoyed. She already got the opposite reaction from Bubbles… but now, she wanted to stay focused on the TV Screen. And all that Blossom was mimicking in the doorway is going through her nerves. Blossom didn't need help for just a door, right? Or was it that tone?
"What have you done to the door!?" Damn. Buttercup shut the TV off and touched her head. Option one of having Blossom stuck in the doorway was of course wrong. Option two of having Blossom starting an argument after she entered the half-dead door was of course correct.
Buttercup could only think of ignoring and saying nothing, but not that she would like to admit defeat to her sister for catching her doing the wrong thing to especially a door… "Dude, don't talk to me, I'm not in the mood, go cheer your little Bubbles," Buttercup rejected life. She's been cold to her two sisters right after she turned 9, yes, that's a year in case you have forgotten. She grabbed her belongings and flew to her bedroom door. Before she entered, she glared at Blossom and opened first before closing loudly.
"O-okay…" the leader girl made her feel comfortable at home and disdain what had just happened. Well, she seems to be missing the point here… Then she, being the oldest sister, hurried to Bubbles door to see if anything had happened. "What's wrong, Bubbles?" was the only thing she could blurt when silently placed her fists to knock on the bedroom door.
The door slowly opened to reveal the youngest sister of the Utonium family. She was a beautiful girl with pigtails that were of a shiny color and always seem to match her outfit with her best expressions. The girl had sighed and opened the door widely before she went back to her desk.
"I guess I will come in then," Blossom stepped on the newly designed wooden floor in today's furniture. The room was a bit childish, contained with toys and happy things. The walls were of the shade blue to represent the skies. If Blossom was to ever feel at peace, then the place where Bubbles truly felt herself would be the one. Bubbles had decided many times to paint the walls with her artistic thoughts only to have Professor disagree. He told her that walls are not toys and she isn't supposed to be a little kid anymore.
"So… I heard that you maybe had a bad day," Blossom easily grabbed a chair from hiding under one of Bubbles' drawing desks. She unfolded the chair to sit on it. "Would you mind sharing?" But in the leader girl's head, you wouldn't know how big of her logic could contain… 'Oh boy, did she look a little off.' Blossom liked to help people get out of their Lala World, if that was where Bubbles ended up residing, and try to solve their problems… but she was scared of the fact that Bubbles would use imagination to mix with her logic. Nope, that was actually not it. She was scared that head of her sister must have dominated sad emotions instead of happy emotions (which shouldn't be happening), separating their sister-ship if possible (that is if she gets in a fight if she couldn't solve any problems).
"I guess," the blonde girl didn't look at the pink puff though. She exhaled before continuing. "Well, you see the newspaper today had me all locked up. They got it wrong for who I am."
Blossom scratched her head before getting out and retrieving the newspaper lying on the front door. She made her way back to the bubbly's room and carefully read the top news. When she was finished, she sighed, but she was probably keeping another emotion inside of herself, "Bubbles… I understand; all you read was the headline."
Bubbles had nodded her head in an instinct, but then she gazed to Blossom's direction with stunning eyes. How…how could Blossom say that? How could she say that when the headline was so horrible! What she didn't notice was the next thing that happened. Blossom wholeheartedly laughed!
"Wh-why are you laughing?" Bubbles' face turned red, and once again, hard to tell if she was embarrassed or mad. "This isn't funny at all! Are you one of my peers!?"
The leader girl stopped laughing in a matter when she was dealt with the anger her sister gave in. Bubbles' eyes were wide open and she didn't want to hide the fact that she was scared to make herself look uglier when she did that. "Okay, I understand everything, girl! Take for an example, when you read the headline, what caught you the most attention?" Blossom, using her index finger, pointed at the newspaper headline wide enough for Bubbles to see again.
"Well, they said I protested in order to ''win''!"
"Okay, that explains that you must have only looked at the word "win" and got the wrong definition for "protesting", correct?"
"How is it wrong, Blossom?! The definition of protesting is objecting!"
"Well, there has got to be more meaning to it, right? Protesting is doing something that you are capable of doing, capable of proving yourself. As you said, objecting. You objected at what those villains said about you and proved your true intention; that is why they use a strong word like "protesting". Protesting is usually something that is a result of negativity in your mind, so that is why you gave in yourself so much. Townsville knows that you, being the joy and the laughter, would want to protest… well, I wouldn't really say "protest". They used the wrong word, well that's because they want to make catchy titles. So anyway, they know you would prove yourself in order to win." She really spoke it all, everybody would prove their self to win.
The blonde head's anger boiled down to her melting point. Her eyes blinked as she examined Blossom's happy smile. "R-really?"
"Aha! That really explains you didn't even read the paragraphs, only the headline!" the smile on the leader's face instantly faded away and out came a burst of laughter.
"Be quiet! So what did the paragraphs say?" Now the blue one was interested in her story for the news.
Blossom smiled once more, "What I had explained, well, more complicated version, I guess. I only summarized it and "explained" while they "described". The news company had totally accomplished of what's a good title." Blossom stood up from the chair and bent over to pat on Bubbles' head. "Don't let them get to you-"
"Wait! Buttercup… she seemed to be like…" Bubbles was having a hard time finding the right words until Blossom finished it for her;
"Seemed shocked for the headline as well? Okay, let me tell you," Blossom grabbed the remaining chair and scooted over to sit next to Bubbles. "Buttercup's attitude is cold, but inside her heart, she wanted you to understand what the news really tried to say – I reckon that you must have watched the news with her? She may have been angered about the headline, but I'm sure she also skimmed over the text and came up with "Stupid rumors". The rumors around town are about three months old and they are all about villains, okay? Buttercup wasn't angry at the headline at all, she was only angry whenever she saw the top news with our days of fighting again. The last few days, I bought newspapers with her and noticed that she gets angry whenever the top news were placed on Powerpuff topics and to only hide her anger; she say "stupid rumors". She feels neglected with our group, so that is why she hates Powerpuff topics in the top news."
Bubbles was almost on the verge of tears and the leader girl only rolled her eyes. "Why is Buttercup like that?"
The redhead stood up for the last time, sighing, knowing that Bubbles of course would ask this. Duh, she was the nicest and the most kind of the two Puffs, so of course she would ask this… and not that it was a bad question. She would risk her life to know about what people were thinking, especially why they are cold or evil, just to fix their emotions. She's just too caring like that, but the sisters can't blame her. "That is a question that's been bugging me since. I never really understood her, and I tried connecting with her… but she always has a better chance of getting her way. To her, she feels neglected from our team… but in the opposite minds, we feel neglected from her because we are supposed to be sisters and a team." Blossom had slowly made her way to the hallway; she smiled back at Bubbles before going to work on homework or whatever she intended to do.
Just be glad that Blossom smiled to herself, for she had solved another one of her sister's problems, no matter if it was threatening or not important at all.
The next day at school for Blossom was supposed to be peace and quiet as always. Ms. Keane, yeah, still unmarried and still a teacher as her life career is Blossom's 5th grade teacher. The girls attended Elementary for the past few years and always got separate classes while Ms. Keane kept moving along with the redhead every year. She now teaches 5th grade in the same class as Blossom, who loves her like a mother. Ms. Keane was writing some math questions on the board when suddenly, Blossom felt bugged;
There was a strange feeling around her, it seemed as if there was someone watching her do her work and everything since the day had started. Her desk, having placed with another desk right next to her (everybody has a partner), felt abnormal. She tried to shook everything that kept her locking to the subject of a mysterious person watching her, but her mind felt uncomfortable. She tried to come up with the idea of just thinking random things, having not enough sleep, or maybe another imaginary friend appeared.
That is… when something happened which caused her classmates to stare at her. Blossom was compelled on still working on the most complicated, complex, and challenging math problems on the worksheet Ms. Keane handed out only 2 minutes ago. She noticed that she was being watched… but this time, not only one, but almost half of the faces from the class. Ms. Keane was still writing on the board; make that a great chance to deal with the stares.
Blossom had had one of her hand elbowed to the surface of the desk while her fingers rested at her head. It didn't take long for her to speak, "W-what? You aren't telling me that half of you are trying to stare at my answers for these tricky math questions, right?"
One kid had started to laugh which caused one half of the original half class to laugh. She straightened her posture and rolled her eyes, "I'm seri- GAH!" Her face had been turned towards her partner desk… it was supposed to be empty! She was the only one without a partner… but… what in the world is happening?
"What the!" she had yelled, thankfully, she controlled her volume for the class; Ms. Keane was still incautious of what's happening behind her back. "Why in the name of Blossom are you here?!"
Her "partner" smirked, yet he even grabbed Blossom's work to compare with his own brains. "Well, your new classmate, of course."
"Brick, I'm serious, why are you here!" she forcefully took back her papers and straightened them. She was actually quite shocked at herself for mentioning his name, in which she suspended from saying after the boys were last seen. "Last time I checked, I haven't had a partner and haven't heard of a transfer student introduce himself to the class at all."
The other redhead smirked even more widely now. Blossom didn't take anything serious at the current moment and raised her hand high enough for Ms. Keane to see. Well, too bad, she was still writing on the board…
Then the leader girl would have taken it the other way, "Ms. Keane!" Blossom called only to have Ms. Keane say "Just a moment, Blossom."
The red Rowdyruff stared at the class, "Okay, so maybe you are so "popular" after all, in this class. Half of the class is looking at you because I'm here and even the teacher knew you called her." He beamed before standing up, folding his arms. "She won't listen to you, Bossy. Let's take it outside!" He grabbed her long hair, causing her to stand up to try to take his hands out. He shoved her to the wall, causing Ms. Keane to look at the scene. For five seconds though. Because Brick's shove had Blossom crash inside two classrooms before exiting the building, Ms. Keane gasped before examining the whole situation. Brick hopped into the hole Blossom had messed on the wall to join her outside. Ms. Keane didn't get a good glimpse of what the redheaded boy looked like in just those 5 seconds. Maybe she even thought about repeating the whole process.
"Buttercup!" one of the green puff's teammates cried out. "Be the goalie, please!?" Well, seems like it was soccer time while Blossom was having a fun time with school.
The green puff sighed, "Got it! Someone take the position of striker!" She had gave up of being the Striker just hearing her teammates and joining as the goalie. But she didn't have any worry though, she was pretty good at being the goalkeeper because she blocked out every ball that got in her way. She readied herself with the goalie stance and waited for the whistle to blow.
The whistle had blown, leaving Buttercup rolling her eyes instantly when her team's striker didn't even get the ball. A long day it is, alright.
Their team had only got one minute left from all that playing, with the score of 13 to 20. Buttercup jumped wildly at the big gap between the numbers from the scoreboard. Okay… that was a mad jump. The team noticed how furious Buttercup was and they gathered around to fix in defense instead of attacking.
There were only 54 seconds left and the gap increased by 14 to 23. The other group sure got some strong players, beating the entire defense that Buttercup's team presented. The green puff was really mad because she usually didn't like corner kicks which got her eyes moving before planning like what Blossom would do. But this time, she increased in energy and blocked out every ball that bounced from the grass to her direction.
The time was left with fifteen seconds. Buttercup had her team closing up with 19 to 24. She motioned her team to make the outside kick because she studied that the opposite team hadn't done that skill yet. The opposite team might have not been expecting for the outside kick because if their team did, it would have surprised all the opponents.
One of her teammates made the outside kick, but that opponent had been studying the ground and was enough to make the kick miss out. Before the others could get back at him, the opponent backward passed the ball to his teammates. In just a few seconds, Buttercup blocked the ball and her team went to retrieve it and increased speed to kick the ball to the other goalie a few more times to have the final score of 23 to 24. Buttercup face palmed and grunted before flying toward the fake crowds. She landed on the ground to walk up the small stairs to the changing room only to have something knock her down.
She grunted again, rubbing her temples and staring at the ball that just pecked her in the head. She studied the ball and turned to the direction of where the ball came from, glaring at the person who slowly made his way towards the green puff. Buttercup had her eyes wide and tried to stand up while having the glare locked upon her "new" opponent.
"You?" Buttercup didn't want to call out a name at all; she found it useless for right now. She was still rubbing her temples, glaring at the person in front of her. What else could she have done?
The person had probably expected her to say more, "Yeah, let's take it on with another soccer game with one versus one." He grabbed her by the wrist and swung her towards the far end of the field. Who else could have enough strength to do that, you must be thinking?
"Why you!" Buttercup wasn't particularly mad, but she didn't like it when people take her on with another game without her agreement. She stood up and made contact with him from afar. She almost forgot that the players and her teammates were still on the field, confused at the whole scene. "Guys, just go get changed. I have a little meeting with Mister Strong here." She knuckled her hands and was ready to face off with the opponent she called Mister Strong. The rest of the players all went to the changing room as she had ordered.
"Before we start playing soccer or whatever, I want to tell you that I came here only to FIGHT!" Mister Strong explained, fiddling with his hoodie, apparently. But not to forget that he held an evil smirk, plastered on his face.
Buttercup grinned, "Oh, I haven't had a tough fight for years, Mister Butch!" She tightened her fists and came dashing at her old counterpart, Butch.
Bubbles' usual morning day was not school as it was supposed to be for every student. She was clustered in her own world of art, enjoying the masterpieces that lay conspicuously on the desks. Other students gathered around her table to look at the artwork, jealousy filled their eyes. Bubbles had eventually forgotten about yesterday's newspaper headline after all.
"Aww, Bubbles! I think that you already won the Art Contest this year," one of the girls from the gathered group blurted.
The blonde head nervously smiled, "Oh, thank you, but that would never be such a thing. Besides, the results are not here visibly in our eyes yet, so even if my artwork was good enough to win; it will just never make it to the top."
The girl held a sad face, "Bubbles, why are you underestimating yourself? Art is everything to you, correct? Bubbles, I'm sure if you didn't get number one, you will get number two either way!" All the other students that gathered around her table all lighted up, agreeing to the girl.
"Oh, why thank you, but that is until we see the results," Bubbles piled her artwork into one stack to keep the students away from her table.
A laugh from the center was soon revealed to be the location of the art teacher. She was standing on top of two stairs with a speech in hand. She straightened up the papers and tested the microphone to see if it was dead. "Testing, testing, testing…" The laugh from the teacher was like a ringing bell to keep the students silent and pay attention to usual speeches.
"Alright, class!" the art teacher had started after successfully testing with the microphone. "Today is the results for this year's Art Contest! I, Miss Moore, was the final judge of all the contest entries submitted from the timespan of last week to yesterday. And… unexpectedly, yesterday's latest submission won first place."
Every student in the class sighed, knowing that none of them made it to first place. This class had entered the results last week and had it all returned today, so none of them would have gotten first place from yesterday's surprise.
"However, one student from this class won second!" Miss Moore announced, yet only a few students cheered while the rest of the class ooed and ughed. The class soon waited patiently for the teacher to announce the student's name; you can almost see that some students were still high in hopes with stars in their eyes while some students were just nervous to have their name called if that was possible. "Let's congratulate Miss Utonium, Miss Bubbles Utonium!" Miss Moore had grabbed a piece of certificate as Bubbles nervously stood up to make her way to the teacher. She was awarded with the certificate for being nominated as second place, but the teacher also told her that she will get a prize at the end of the day.
Bubbles started retracing back to where she sat and sighed; she had just survived some audience looking people that made uncomfortable stares at her. Some students that sat next to her clapped and congratulated Bubbles directly. The blue puff only nodded as a reply. Not to be rude, okay.
"Third place goes to another student, sorry to announce that this student isn't in this class," Miss Moore continued, she seemed to be in a hurry to say something else… because she brightened, ready to speak. "But let's talk a little about the first place mystery person. He is not really a student from this art school-"
"Then that's cheating!" one of the class clown shrieked. You can tell that he was really opposed to this decision of having the mystery person get first place. The whole class all knew that the first rule was not to interrupt the teacher when she is making a speech or didn't even finish reciting or something yet… but they were just surprised that Miss Moore didn't warn the class clown at all this time. Gladly said for the class clown…
"But due to last week's change, participants from artists like this mystery boy could enter the contest. He possesses some really good art skills; I would have been impressed if I were to see him draw with my very own eyes. And in accordance to the first judge, he made his entries all due to effort in a timeless meaning, so we should congratulate him for working so hard. And within the second judge's assumptions, he hurriedly entered the contest because he wanted to visit the school, meaning that he used his entries as joining the school. Though the details are still a bit unknown, we have the information of his intentions… that is to finally compete with Bubbles Utonium."
Everybody's eyes landed on the blue puff who sat all the way in the back. As soon as her name was being called again, Bubbles eyes suddenly sparked, she was being the center of attention again. 'Now who is this mystery boy, trying to compete with me? Nobody ever did that before.' She mentally thought.
"And… the principal of the art academy asked me to have Bubbles meet him in his office. Like… right now," the last sentence wouldn't have been a joke because she was looking at her watch. "It must be really important; the principal didn't tell me anything more." The teacher eyed Bubbles, giving her the "You Know What To Do" look. Bubbles sighed and pushed her chair back to the table after she was no longer sitting, promenading towards the door.
If the teacher didn't say "Like… right now", Bubbles vowed that she would have refused to meet with the principal for whatever he wanted to declare about. The principal was known to be very artistic, but she couldn't bring herself to talk to the principal because that would ruin her chance of having his signature for her autographs. She walked alone in the hallways until she met the door of the office.
Sighing, she pushed the knob of the door… be glad that she didn't bring anything with her because if she had, she would be dropping all her things down, staring at whoever was in front of her.
'No way.' Bubbles' mind was collapsing her voice, she was shocked… no, more of surprised to see the mystery boy she now knew… Bubbles couldn't have known that the principal tried to bring the famous Bubbles Utonium to his office just for this "competition" with the mystery person. This totally ruined her chance of her nice behavior that she always wanted to display for the principal, not that she never was good behavior; it was only because she couldn't bring herself to make this the truth. That… one of her long enemies' face was right in front of her.
No more autographs. No more chances of talking to the principal from how she wanted it to be. No more artwork. No more picturing and imagining things in her mind. No more of those… because now she will be fighting again, with this mystery boy. Just thinking and trying to understand what the situation she is going to take care of right now.
'This just couldn't be any better.' Bubbles thought hard sighing to open the door even wider. The principal greeted her… but Bubbles thought it would have been better if another situation was even more "important" or just to congratulate her for passing the contest and ended up being second place. And yet, talking about opposites attract or whatnot, the principal was probably even more excited to see two students in his room… whether they had the same looks or hair color, or maybe if they were going to add another student who was third place… but talking about principals, the principal just was so excited that the situation he called "important" was involved with this mystery person. He might not even know why the mystery person called for Bubbles Utonium in a stuck up competition or something much evil than that.
The force between the two students seemed powerful that almost time was taken aback. It just seems like that Bubbles would never get this day off of her head as much as she wanted to. And once more, do remember that all her visual thinking is gone just for facing this "person".
And yes… Bubbles, being the last puff to encounter this awkward situation, came face to face with the mystery boy, Boomer. Her old counterpart.
Okay, maybe not a good start. But still want to take some feedback… I will see if my weekly update goes well *cough cough*. This chapter was supposed to be more of a ready in position chapter for the story. So the Rowdyruff Boys came back from leaving Townsville for 4 years… well, calculate their age if you want. That should be easy though. Aside from that, I won't be saying anything more about their comeback for right now.
So anyway, the next chapter would just be about the boys and the girls having a fight or whatnot. I will have to see if that goes well after all. Well, I mean, the story wouldn't be so decent enough to talk about. And as the third chapter comes up, to my estimation, things will go out of hand… but not really. And guess what, I guess more fighting…
I haven't come back for Fanfiction, so I would say that this story would be considered something like a first one. So… if you want, slip a review for the story and tell me if you enjoyed it or something. I would appreciate anything from critique, feedback, commentary, or just a positive review. Questions and or concerns are also welcomed too.
See you guys next week, hopefully…