Hey guys!
So I came back to and reread some of my older stories and WOW. WERE THEY HORRIBLE...
I'm not the best writer out there obviously (I mean c'mon just look at mah name)
but I think I've improved...somewhere soooooooooooo without futher ado
here's an unfinished story I will probably never finished but I just wanted to write anyway :D
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Ah, a beautiful day in Townsville. The sun is shining, the birds are chirping and the heat is blazing as the girls sit in their lovely home at the table.
"Professor, we're 17 years old. I think we can handle getting a job on our own. Besides, we've been watching Townsville for like... 11 years now? Watching Townsville is a job right?" Bubbles asked. Her sisters sat on either side of her, the red head reading as the brunette stared at a text on her phone.
The professor sighed, "I know you girls can handle a job, I'm just... I just want to make sure your first day goes well."
To the Professor, getting a job was like school. Your first impression should be your best, your last should leave a mark.
Blossom smiled at him, "Don't worry. You've taught us well."
Which was true. He couldn't even believe he made these girls. These beautiful, talented, well rounded young ladies. And they were growing up so fast. It felt like just yesterday, he was sitting in his lab with them, laughing and playing.
He missed those days.
If only he could turn back time...(to the good ol' days. When my mamma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out...)
"I'll remember my P's and Q's if that's what you're worried about..." Buttercup muttered.
"Oh Buttercup," He smiled in a shaky voice. For some reason, when she said it, he heard the 5 year old Buttercup. He tried to not look so torn and sad. But how can he not when he knew they were growing up?
Looking at her didn't make it any better.
She frowned at him, "What?"
He only chuckled and shook his head. "You girls are growing up so much," he said aloud.
"Yeah I think I'm growing a little more than I should," Bubbles pointed out. "Did you give me extra chemical x?"
Blossom groaned while the Professor laughed good naturedly.
"I'm going down to the lab, knock if you need me."
They aren't going to knock. I've already bothered them enough.
He hated to feel that way, but it was partially true. They really never bothered to bother the professor. The only time when they knocked now was when they needed something, and it wasn't usually things like "Can you fix my teddy bear?" but "Can you help me with my chemistry homework?"
He often bit back the suggestion that they were just as good without him. If they had moved out right now, they'd be perfectly fine.
They can fly to travel around, cook, get a job, and even protect themselves. What good was the Professor for? Someone to comfort when they had bad dreams? Right.
He shook the thought out of his mind as he closed the lab door.
Slowly, he walked to his comfy swivel chair, looking over his counters.
He flopped in his chair and took a deep breath.
The house was going to be empty again, but this time he would know that he made a huge mistake...
This was it.
This was the answer he looked over all along.
The plan, the formula, It all made sense!
This was something he could never run out of...
Something he could use over and over again and it wouldn't affect anyone...
If anything, he was helping the community!
He stood back after adding the last few ingredients.
Sugar, Spice and Everything nice
These were the ingredients chosen to make the perfect little girls
But The Professor added an extra ingredient to the concoction...
Chemical X...