[PPGD Version] Feeling Neglected.
Summary: Returning User. *Written not for reviews, romance, fun; but for returning and writing a moral lesson of a story.* Nothing goes logical as it seems. All characters, Rated T.
SECTION ONE
Part One
Every once in a while, the three girls would hang out in the park; and on weekdays, they would just go to school normally as always.
Nowadays, it has been almost approximately ten years that they used to live in Townsville. In Megaville, things were a little bit better than used to be. Maybe the city was either safe or somewhat protective than Townsville.
Because many superheroes here have a reason to be here, and that this could not possibly be a city that does not require any supernatural being. It is so much displayed as a targeted area.
The girls are currently attending at Megaville's top high school called the Megaville Arts Academy.
To be more brutal in meaning, the school is not for performing arts and such. This is basically a school of different topics and subjects reserved for people to pick.
Of course, the students attending will still continue learning the standard core classes, but the rest will be none other than that.
The leader of the Powerpuff girls, Blossom Utonium, is known for her high scores and perfect academic studies, and is one of the top students in Megaville Arts Academy, in the midst of being rank four of her junior class.
Her classes are at the higher level, and she is in the Arts of Science and Experimenting as well as the Arts of the Natural World (subtopics include life, law, nature, science, etc.).
Bubbles Utonium is not as smart as her older sister but is known for her great art skills in drawing. She is not bubbly anymore, which was how she acted when she was younger than ten.
She is in the Arts of Structuring and Drawing as well as the Arts of Music. She is currently quite famous of the PPG group for being a medic student, which she continued to learn in the Arts of the Medical Field.
Now Buttercup Utonium may be the strongest, but she is not recognized more often in these sort of traits. She can be the toughest and still have her non-changeable behavior.
Her current standards are not shown out nor does it even stand out, so she is known for being part of the Arts of Physical Training as well as the Arts of Trackers in Crime. As for sports, it is not recognized as a class.
Today was Saturday, the three girls were having a picnic in the park with their Professor.
Blossom was sitting under a shaded area of a tree, reading. "Ugh, Bubbles, would you be quiet?"
The youngest sister was a little offended, "It wasn't me, Bloss!"
Buttercup cracked a chuckle, "Haha… She's too focused on her reading."
"But I don't get it, she's always saying stuff that doesn't even fit who I am."
Blossom sighed, turning the page, "Then be quiet, girls."
Both sisters went back to eating while the Professor was reading the newspapers.
Later the oldest sister heard the noise again, and called out, "Bubbles, stop it would you?"
Bubbles turned around and saw her sister too focused on her book once more, "See, there she goes again. She thinks it's me!"
Blossom put her book to the side of her face, staring at Bubbles, "Then who is it!?"
Buttercup rolled her eyes, "It's not us, and probably it's just you."
She finally placed her book down on her lap, glaring at Buttercup for playing back at her.
Bubbles agreed, "Totally, if you think it's me, then it must be you. I don't hear anything."
Blossom starts to stand up and look around the tree, and then she turned to survey everywhere in the park. "Hmph, it's gone."
"It probably was just you," the black haired sister stated.
"I wouldn't be making noises that sounded stupid while I am reading."
Bubbles glared at her old sister, "So you're saying I would have made that noise?"
Blossom shook her head, as to not really understanding what the situation is right now. "I don't want to suspect anyone because I really want it to be something that I could handle already. But now I see that it's not you, I need to check what is happening."
Buttercup stands up as well and nodded to her sister, "Let me help you check."
Both of them just nodded and left.
Leaving their younger sister with their father was probably the best idea, but maybe the noise was something targeting on them, then that means Bubbles and Professor would be in danger. However, Bubbles is a superhero, so she should be able to take it.
As Blossom and Buttercup got closer to a place, they hear something.
"Hold on, wait, this is exactly the noise I heard," Blossom used her hand to block Buttercup, so she could hear more clearly.
The black haired sister rolled her eyes and sighed, "So, what now?"
Blossom then took a look at a large and tall bush behind, and what she saw made her stop. Then she spoke, "I see now, it was just nothing…"
Buttercup raised her left eyebrow up, not understanding what she was saying, so she asked their leader, "What?"
The red head grabbed her sister's hand and immediately brought her back to the picnic area. "It was nothing, they were playing."
"Playing what?" Buttercup asked, folding her arms, "So you get to see it and I don't?"
Blossom shook her head and sighed, "Please, it's better for you to—"
Before she could finish, Buttercup had already gone back to the area they were just standing a minute ago.
"Buttercup!" Blossom called out, though not very loud because she did not want those people to notice.
Buttercup came running back while rolling her eyes. She came to see Blossom, and the oldest sister had no idea if her expression meant that she was shocked or not.
Bubbles raised her eyebrow up and asked to be sure, "Ahem… so what did you see?"
"Children," Buttercup immediately said, but it was a total lie, of course.
But she forgot, because Bubbles…
"Oh! I want to play with the children!" Bubbles jumped up from the picnic area and then asked where the area was.
Blossom's face became shocked and a little sign of mercy was visible, which she did not want at all. "Buttercup!"
The black haired girl scratched her head, "Bubbles, they went away so I came back."
Blossom sighed, "Phew."
The blonde hair girl suddenly dropped her face, "Aw…"
Then Blossom's eyes widen, looking at Buttercup, "Buttercup…"
Buttercup immediately brought up another idea, "Bubbles, they were too young, you don't want to mess with them too much."
Bubbles nodded as she listened to her sister. After that, she sat back down and started eating again.
Blossom came over to Buttercup and hit her elbow, "So… did you see it?"
She nodded, understanding her sister, "You didn't want to interrupt them, so…"
The red head just smirked, "They got nothing to do with me."
Buttercup rolled her eyes, "Oh really, huh? In class, you talked to them."
The leader was surprised, "Heh, just class. There's nothing much to it, is there?"
When it was Monday, the girls were heading to their first period class.
For Blossom, it will always be an easy day for her to finish her work. In this class, she chose to sit next to a window seat on the first day of school, and until now, she has been sitting next to it. In this seat, she could see everything happening outside.
The class is located on level five, which is really high in actual terms.
"Hey Blossom, could you lend me an eraser?" the person next to her asked.
She looked to the person to her right, and then she gave the person her extra eraser.
When the bell rang, she packed up her stuff and headed out. She noticed a bunch of people standing next to a bulletin board, chatting. She made her way to see the bulletin board and caught two things good for her eyes. They were interesting news to her.
First, she saw that her grade for English class got updated. Since she shared the same English class with her two sisters, she could see both of their grades as well.
The other one that she caught in her eyes was a paper that read: Word of the day, Demeanor.
She turned as she finished checking, only thinking about the word. So, it's not me this time.
All she was wondering right now was who actually came up with that word, a word that was so easy to understand. Of course, Blossom herself had been picked a multiple of times for Word of the Day. Those words were advanced, but the principal would not want to post something that did not match the school or something that should not really belong.
During lunch, she saw her sisters Buttercup and Bubbles almost instantly. The youngest sister was hanging out with her friend while Buttercup was by herself in a table. Thus, the redhead chose to sit next to her.
"Buttercup," she called out.
The black haired girl looked up from the table, "Oh, what do you want, Bloss."
She simply replied, "Your explanation."
She rolled her eyes, and then she questioned, "If you could tell me what it is you are asking for."
Blossom banged on the table, which was not louder than the people in the lunchroom talking. She was somewhat mad, "You know what it is Buttercup, and you should just reply to me normally!"
Buttercup sighed, "Well, I was supposed to leave for my Arts area and had to take the exam early. So I didn't study for it, but the test was not harder than I expected."
"Which is pretty good that you earned a C when taking it early. But you should have retaken the exam when you had the chance or the time to."
She sighed, "You know Mr. Handi's attitude, I doubt he would let me take it."
Blossom rolled her eyes, "You know what I once did? One time, my test had no name on it, which was weird because I always put my name on it. And then Mr. Handi checked it with a detector and found out that my name was erased. Someone cheated, when he was out of the classroom and when nobody was there, this person went to the turn-in basket and was finding one of the best students in the class's scantrons. That person then erased my name and wrote his name down. He erased his name on the scantron but did not write my name down because his handwriting was different from mines.
When Mr. Handi called on me, he asked me if I even put my name. I said I did, but he gave me the scantron with no name. So I thought I really did not put my name on it, then wrote my name on the scantron. The results were that I had a bad score. I would never have gotten as low as that in my entire lifetime. It was a 23!"
Buttercup rolled her eyes, "Then what happened?"
"He asked me if I even studied. When I looked back at the test, I told him that I remembered exactly what I bubbled. When he test me orally, I answered everything correct."
"So did he change your score?"
"No, he only asked me a few questions, and those questions he asked was very easy for me. Mr. Handi then said he would not allow me to study for the alternative test coming after school. So I agreed and went to take the alternative test after school ended. The room was located at level one, used for something else, and it was empty on purpose. He watched me if I was cheating or something, which couldn't possibly be true because there was absolutely nothing in the room or the desk."
Buttercup just looked at Blossom explaining the story, "So, what did you end up getting?"
Blossom sighed, "I got a 95 on the alternative. He said that this was a harder test he wanted to give out to us, but then he changed some of the test questions to make it look easier. So the easier one was for the class and my score was the alternative."
"Did you find out who cheated?" Buttercup asked.
Blossom rolled her eyes, "Apparently, I did, but I did not report to Mr. Handi because I already earned a score that fits me none other than 23."
"So that person got what?"
Blossom had to recall the score, and then she just simply said, "Just only in the 90s. Well, because it was me doing."
Later the leader girl sat next to Buttercup, eating.
Buttercup resumed eating as well.
"So tell me, Buttercup, what exactly did you get?"
"A 75."
Blossom sighed, "You know, that is good. But for me, that is so low."
The tom-boy girl seem offended, "Hey, I didn't study, alright?"
"Still, if I didn't study, I would have at least gotten a 90."
...
When the both of them were walking towards the locker area, Blossom was holding her books to her side while Buttercup was just carrying her backpack.
Bubbles was walking with her friends, chatting and talking as always. But that can only make Bubbles happy.
"So, have you noticed?" Buttercup whispered as she got closer to Blossom.
Blossom raised her eyebrow up, "Notice what?"
Buttercup dropped her eyeballs out, "That four eyes creep."
Blossom slapped her sister's head, "You don't know your own words, and you still haven't even noticed that you fit being a creep than that of calling someone else a creep."
The black haired girl went a little bit away from Blossom, "Shut up, and I was saying something."
"Then say it," she responded.
"Suit yourself, Blossom, you don't seem to be very interested in hearing four eyes news."
"Because I don't take that for granted or either I don't deserve to hear it. In addition, what you hear about in these kinds of news is not always true, so then why bother to be interested in it?"
Buttercup gulped and swayed to Blossom, "I heard that he just broke up with her."
Blossom did not flinch or anything.
The green girl stopped, "But we just saw them yesterday."
"Probably was yesterday that they broke up, so zip it would you now?" Blossom summed it up after all and walked even faster to get to her next class.
In another area, in a laboratory with some mixture of species.
Being the largest project, there stands a group of young boys in line.
I.M. Weasel, being in the front of a white board, was writing something that will be an addition to the plan.
"So when is the next attack going to come?" the dark black hair boy asked with a feeling of eagerness from all that waiting for years.
The other boy with a red cap was losing some temper, but he was listening and looking at the board too well. "So as to say that we failed ten years ago the second time, what will make this one the perfect as it stands out for almost ten years?!"
The last boy said nothing.
I.M. Weasel sighed, knowing that a few years ago they were eagerly starting the attack, but then the plan was broke. The machine was trapped. After that, the boys insisted not to launch a machine again for this mission.
"I have a mission for you guys right now," he spoke.
"What is it?" the black haired boy asked.
I.M. Weasel looked at all of them, especially the last boy, who was not really listening. "Boomer, I need you to do this mission too."
Butch stared at Boomer and pointed at him, "Him?! I think that's a bit more frustrating! He won't even accomplish anything because this boy is just a useless person!"
Brick glared at Boomer more than Butch did, and then he turned to see I.M. Weasel, "I think this is a good idea. Let Boomer take the leading role as this will help him get away from those memories."
Butch folded his arms, "Ten years ago, we saw them, they saw us, we all attacked, and Boomer did not. What a useless brother he is. And I don't think he is even ready, who even knows what is up with him!"
The red cap just slapped Butch in the face, "You don't need to know what is up with him."
As for this, only I.M. Weasel and Brick knew Boomer's inner feelings and what he is thinking, but Butch had mistaken it as the machine that made Boomer unable to fight better like they came to be when he was revived.
"Someday Boomer needs to be cured! I am so sick of having a brother like him just standing around every day." This was Butch's most intended task for Boomer for all these years.
They tried doing what Butch wanted, but nothing always helped or went the way. Some scientists wanted to take out Boomer, but I.M. Weasel insisted that Boomer is just not ready to face yet and also because he has a special ability that both Brick and Butch does not yet have or may never will.
It was six years ago that both Brick and Butch heard it from the opposite wall. They were done training already, so they tried to get back inside the laboratory to tell them that they were finished only to find themselves overhearing I.M. Weasel talking to a group of scientists.
About Boomer.
Boomer was not with them in the training because he was being scanned in a machine about his physical strength and existence of being slow.
When the scientists said that it was no use and wanted to destroy Boomer, I.M. Weasel informed them of his special ability before they even got the chance to touch Boomer.
Butch and Brick heard everything and never made a noise. They played along like they never knew of it, but in their minds, they really wished that Boomer could use that special ability to become a useful person.
In which it has never been used.
At first, Butch was somewhat mad that Boomer can possess such a power that the both of them do not have. He even looked to see what Brick's expression was. But to his surprise, Brick showed nothing. He only saw Brick with his hands buckled up to form a ball from his fists.
And for a while, he let it loose.
Both of them was sure to not make any noise while heading on out to the fields. They spoke to each other, but it was not always about Boomer.
Now it was six years later, Brick and Butch still remembered those words.
The first time, which can be said as Mojo Jojo's creation, they defeated the PPGs, but then they came back with "nice" attacks, which made them explode. It all happened in Townsville. Even though the town was small and crappy, they enjoyed it there so they could fight for evil.
But having to be eliminated and also having the chance to come back gave their way to perhaps defeat them. The PPGs are their ultimate enemy, so they must defeat them. When they came back, they were revived by Doctor Brisbaine and I.M. Weasel. However, Brisbaine used Boomer as a tool and a threat to the brothers. They lost their chance to even fight with the PPGs but even more so it happened that they had to help the PPGs because they had Boomer with them.
After that, they were taken back to the laboratory and healed Boomer for a total of three months. He went into a coma. It came to Brick that if he finds himself in a coma, everything will change for Boomer and forget all about those feelings.
But what happened was opposite of his thinking, because Boomer wakes up with additional memories. But he had news from I.M. Weasel that they had successfully erased memories of the PPGs that they had met the Rowdyruff boys the second time.
Brick was glad that the girls could forget that they even helped the PPGs for nothing, but as for Boomer, he wished that those memories could be erasable. When Brick insisted I.M. Weasel to erase his memories, I.M. Weasel informed that Boomer will forget who he was and even his brothers.
Brick had to think for three days and decided that if this was one way to get those memories of the PPGs out of his mind, then losing his identity or self-awareness is fine. He knew that Boomer will respect his decision because the past is not good for him.
When they were going to erase his memories, they noticed that when Boomer was not in his consciousness state, something was blocking them from doing so. I.M. Weasel found out that it was his special ability, and never told Brick about it. However, Brick could already tell from his expression.
I.M. Weasel successfully added new materials inside to mimic the blocking and was trying it on Boomer's head. Just when they were about to succeed, Butch came into the lab and grabbed the holder out and threw it on PROJECT-M, ended up erasing M's memories.
Brick was very mad and his hands were in fist balls. He wanted to punch Butch in the face, but he only yelled, "What did you think you were doing! Now PROJECT-M's memories have been ERASED completely!"
"What did you think you were doing to OUR brother, erasing his memories! He will never understand what his task is and what a Rowdyruff boy is supposed to do when made! We fight for evil, and who knows what Boomer will turn into! He probably will think of his new name!"
Brick slapped Butch in the face, "When we were made, have you forgotten what our speech was! If Boomer wakes up, he will know only his name and his reason in this world!"
"But why did you have to erase his memories?! There is nothing wrong to erase his memories! We should be adding new things to Boomer to help him improve!"
The red head shook his head and asked, "Let me ask, I thought you don't like the Boomer now. You want him to be useful!"
Butch folded his arms and yelled back, "But what is there to make him useful by erasing his memories?!"
"You don't understand, Butch."
I.M. Weasel cleared his throat loud enough for them to hear, "Now PROJECT-M is the only one who would not remember his past memories. I am sorry that it could only be used once, so Boomer's memories are still the current one."
Brick's hands were still in a fist ball mode.
Butch pointed at Brick, "I want Boomer's memories to be BACK and that only those BAD memories will get him to hate the PPGs even more!"
Brick states, "He won't ever hate them, Butch. We can never get him to hate them, he only can do the hating himself, which he can't even."
Because of that incident, Brick and Butch has not spoken to each other for a total of six months. Boomer was stayed out in this as well since he was always standing and thinking.
That was the second time they saw the PPGs, but the PPGs will never recall that they ever appeared. If they start now, then it would mean that they have come back for more than ten years.
And it would actually be their official second time, and the RRBs their third time.
"Boomer, I need you to remember that this mission is important and do not think of anything else while you are doing it," I.M. Weasel reminded Boomer of the mission they were going to do as a group together.
Butch folded his arms, "Just when will we ever get to kill the PUFFS!?"
I.M. Weasel glanced at him and ignored him, making eye contact with Brick as he nods.
Brick used his hand to cover Butch's mouth and pushed him out, which resulted in only Boomer and I.M. Weasel in the room.
"Hey Blossom, I just thought I should talk to you about something," it was Dexter's voice and judging by this, he was trying to speak with Blossom as she packs her books into her backpack from the locker.
Blossom nodded but really she does not seem like she was listening.
Dexter touched her left shoulder, "Blossom, do you have time?"
He knew that she was in a hurry probably, or that she did not want to speak with him at the moment.
Ever since he broke her heart, of course… it was something he did not want to remember. He liked Blossom, well, and Olga. But he could not choose between the two, but in the end, he chose Olga for something else.
He knew he had hurt Blossom, but she had looked fine the next day.
"What do you need to tell me, Dexter?" Blossom asked, though, actually in a kind voice. She did not think he was a bother at all, but it seemed to him that it was.
Dexter spoke, "Do you have time after school?"
Blossom flinched, and then she replied, "Yeah, sure. Is there anything I can help you with?"
"Well… I just broke up with Olga, I want to know if you want to—"
Buttercup comes barging to her sister's locker and grabbed onto her arm, "Blossom does have something to do after school! And she will be going out to eat with ME! Now would you stop flirting with my older sister?!"
Blossom rolled her eyes, "Who said I was going out to eat with you? We eat every day as a family together, Buttercup, have you forgotten?"
Buttercup nudged Blossom's arm and said, "Well… he's not to be here messing with you, Bloss."
The red head was confused, "Oh come on, it's not like he's asking me out or something, Buttercup."
Dexter raised his eyebrow up and looked a little bit broken.
Buttercup smirked and grabbed Blossom by the arm and walked, saying, "Bye four eyes, my sister got important things to do!"
Now they were outside of the building, which Blossom asked, "What were you doing?"
"Rescuing you," Buttercup responded.
Bubbles waved at them, "You know, she just wanted to not see you get hurt again."
Blossom folded her arms, "You think he was asking me out?"
Bubbles nodded while Buttercup slapped her own head.
The leader sighed, "Even if he was trying to, at least let him finish the sentence. And I won't be going out with him because Olga would be hurt."
"You're only thinking of others and not yourself, if you trust him again and dumps you, you will not even want to be his friend ever again," the tom-boy stated.
The blonde sighed, grabbing onto Blossom's arm, "Here Bloss, I got you something."
"What."
Buttercup eyes on Bubbles and said, "You knew something like this will happen so you got something for Blossom?"
Bubbles shook her head, "No. It's a long story, and if you insist, I can explain the entire story."
Blossom and Buttercup replied in unison, "No thanks."
When the girls came back home just in the time, the Professor finished the phone call.
He walked out to see the girls and said, "Hi girls, I have something to say."
Blossom said, "What is it, Professor?"
The Professor's eyes were not so sure how to put it in words, and he was looking around, "Well… I think something is weird!"
Bubbles asked, "What is weird?"
He was a little bit shaking, "I have a weird phone call that just freaked me out! The person is calling from Megaville Community College, and he asked for your ingredients!"
Blossom put her bag down and sat on the couch, "Well, what is so creepy about it."
Professor clapped his hand once, and sat next to Blossom, explaining, "Well, of course, you girls wouldn't know anything about this. But this was like the phone call made twelve years ago…"
"What… a Megaville person called you twelve years ago?" Buttercup asked, a little bit curious, "Oh, so that is why you came to decide to come to Megaville?
Professor shook his hands and faked laughed for no reason, "No girls…"
Bubbles smiled, "We're famous! Did you tell them our ingredients?"
Blossom smiled as well, "Probably it may be weird for you, but I don't think a survey or research about us would do anything. They can take information about us too."
"But he said exactly the same, except that it was in Townsville. And Megavile has other supernatural beings, they can't really be interested in you guys…"
Blossom took a breath and just said, "Professor, I'm sure it's not a prank."
"You can hardly call that a prank, it's just people who are missing information about us," Buttercup pointed out.
Professor shook her head, the girls would never understand why he was afraid. Possibly he was hiding something as well.
Part Two
As Bubbles went to sleep, she could not stop getting her smile down. Because she just wanted to be part of a happy life, she did not want to think of too much.
Ever since many things had happened, she forgot so much that has passed in her lifetime.
Being the center as a medic student, she was forcing herself into so much pressure. Seeing that Blossom tries so hard in her academics, she tried her best too.
Today's English exam score came out and along with the quarter grade as well. She hoped that her semester grade would be above average. All her studies were A's and B's. So far Buttercup has done better now, not because Blossom helped her.
Bubbles switched off her lights and lied down on her bed to rest. She immediately closed her eyes as she drifted into a deep sleep.
The next morning she would be waking up as the healthiest… Blossom used to be very healthy too, but because of her studies and striving to be the top, she has fallen from the average sleeping hours. This is her performance for being the "top" student, as is. While Buttercup does not like sleeping anymore, and choosing to sleep at least five hours.
But something in her mind would not allow her to sleep. She was confused at it, so she switched on the lights next to her bed. She sat up straight and asked something obvious to herself, "Why can't I even sleep?"
The window was opened and some air from the outside came through. She went for her shoes and walked to the window. The lights tonight was at its best, and the stars were gleaming. She watched for five minutes before going to sleep.
But as she turned to reach for her bed, she caught a shooting star. But when she turned back to the window, the shooting star already left. She sighed, missing the chance. But then she saw more stars coming.
She began to bring both of her hands together and wished for something.
As she finishes, she just said, "Good night."
...
Bubbles woke up and walked down the stairs and into the kitchen and into the dining room table.
"Hey Bubbles," Blossom greeted as she was eating her breakfast.
Buttercup came to the seat and yawned, "Another school day huh…"
Bubbles just sat on the chair and began eating, "I saw a lot of—"
Blossom interrupted her, "A lot of stars? I saw them too."
The black head glanced at them both, "Well it's Bubbles' first time being up that late!"
She shook her head, "Actually, no…"
Blossom just smiled, "Maybe it was actually for Bubbles."
Buttercup spat, "Like hell that was for her."
Bubbles asked, "So, if you saw them too, did you make a wish, Blossom?"
The red head just continued eating, "No. I figured it was for Bubbles, so I did not bother making a wish."
Buttercup rolled her eyes, "You wished the shooting stars would come back so that Bubbles would get her wish fulfilled."
Blossom eyed on the tom-boy sister.
The blonde head was surprised, "So the first wishing star you were able to catch it?"
The leader seem defeated and eyed on Buttercup, "No Bubbles, I didn't. I don't make wishes anymore because I don't really believe in them. You have to believe in yourself, not on something that you cannot accomplish. And when you wish and wish for something that a human can actually accomplish a task, then that means you're not trying your best."
Bubbles seem depressed.
Blossom sighed, "And not like nonsense wishes that Buttercup just said, they are just silly."
"What? Wishing for more shooting stars?"
She nodded, "Who would have thought of that? You! And what I mean is that why would you wish for more? You just lost your first wish for something even more stupid. The more shooting stars you get, it won't be accomplished because they are just fake."
Buttercup rolled her eyes, "Wow Blossom, you just made the conversation even worse, look at Bubbles right now."
"Honestly, what I said was not true because who in the right mind would have thought of that someone wished for more to come? At the least, it could possibly be someone's wish, who knows?"
Bubbles nodded, Blossom was correct.
Buttercup sighed, "So Bubbles, did your wish come true?"
She flinched, "Ha? Oh… Well, I wished that all Townsville people would be safe and protected."
"Yeah, who can see that," Buttercup put her hands on the back of her head.
Blossom stopped for a moment and then she picked up her cup of water and drank it, "It's been years that I haven't thought about Townsville…"
Buttercup agreed, "Yeah because you're too focused on your studies."
Bubbles gulped, "Hey wait… Maybe we should stop thinking about these."
Blossom and Buttercup just stopped and they both looked at each other. They knew they talked too much into it, making Bubbles a little depressed.
Buttercup coughed on purpose.
Blossom sat up straight, grabbed her backpack, "Ah… let's go to school guys."
Both of her older sisters headed to the front door and opened it, walking out.
Bubbles sighed and grabbed her backpack, heading on out also.
"Today we have a new student," Mr. Handi announced.
It was their English period right now, and Blossom was writing down today's objective.
Buttercup was writing down something on her notes.
While Bubbles was just sitting, she was listening to the teacher as he announced that there will be a new student.
"You can come in," Mr. Handi says to the new student.
By the way, this is not their first period class. It was their THIRD period class.
The white hair girl comes in and turned to the whole class, speaking, "Good morning everyone, my name is Bell."
The teacher smiled and said, "You may want to introduce yourself."
"Actually, I don't have anything to introduce about me," she responded.
Buttercup looked at Blossom and asked, "Where have we seen this girl before?"
Blossom rolled her eyes, "Ten years ago… I think."
Mr. Handi let out a handbook for Bell. It was the English handbook that he handed out at the very beginning of the school year. "Welcome to the Megaville Arts Academy. This year, you will be in my junior English class, feel free to sit anywhere as you please."
Bell nodded and chose a seat. When she walked to her seat, she made eye contact with Blossom.
Blossom looked back down on her desk and thought, So she's here to find me….
Mr. Handi then announced, "Alright, class, let's begin our new lesson's project. Each pair will be presenting information. I expect a ten-page research paper, a one to two-page essay, a presentation that you will teach about the topic, and a poster board."
Some students began to talk about it.
"And I will be assigning partners," Mr. Handi said.
"Aw…" most of the students in the class spoke out.
Next, he taught the whole class on what is to be expected from this project.
A week ago he was teaching this lesson and now when there was a new student, he did not bother teaching it again because the other student will be responsible for presenting the information.
The bell rings and the class begin to pack up their belongings.
"Tomorrow I will inform you guys of your partners," Mr. Handi said, finally.
Afterschool, the PPGs all walked out to the field.
"That new student is in my fifth period class too," Bubbles said.
"Your music class, huh?" Buttercup asked.
Blossom did not say anything.
Bubbles nodded and said, "I think she's very talented."
Buttercup pats on her head, "Don't always think everyone is talented. Even if you say so, the academy isn't really full of talented Arts."
The youngest sister just smiled and looked at Blossom, but just then something in the ground started moving.
All three of them stepped back and saw that the sidewalk had started to come up. Then it broke into pieces. The trail came from ten feet across.
Blossom looked at the person in front of the start.
Buttercup smirked as she sees who it was.
Bubbles was just confused.
"Long time no see," she spoke with the right voice.
Now Blossom smirked, "If I had known you were coming, I would have watched out. But I hate when nobody alerts me!" As she finished saying, she started using her energy ball.
She was forcing a battle here already. Well, Bell started it first when the sidewalk broke.
Buttercup yelled, "If you're asking for a fight here, then let me!"
Bell points at Blossom, "Just saying, there will be something ahead of you weeks from now."
Then she pointed her thumb down, this made the PPGs stopped at their position, their eyes widening.
Blossom steps up, "What are you talking about! We aren't going to go down!"
"I'm talking about losing a fight."
"Like hell we will lose!" Buttercup retorted.
Blossom slapped Buttercup's head, "We lost before."
Bubbles just asked, "When you mean by that, do we die or?"
The tom-boy was offended already, "What are you talking about, Bubbles, don't you ever think of dying!"
Bell shrugged, "Who knows, probably."
"What are you doing?!" yelled from a male's voice behind Bell.
The boy came running towards the scene area, along with another eyeglasses guy.
Buttercup raised her eyebrow up, "Four-eyes and Otto."
"Ho? You call one person with eyeglasses four-eyes and the other not?" Bell asked, just curious.
"It's his nickname, and I don't see why not. Otto is way better than this guy."
Blossom just slapped Buttercup's arm.
Otto pulls his glasses back up and said, "Um Buttercup, what are you guys doing?"
"You're the new student, and you're attacking," Dexter said.
Bubbles reminded, "Um… We did have a fight on the first day of school when we first came to Megaville if you haven't remembered."
"Yeah, we always fight!" Buttercup shot back.
"But we're not kids anymore," Dexter said.
Bell just whistled, "Why don't you guys stop this nonsense talk."
Blossom stepped forward again, pointing to herself, "Bell, your opponent is me! If you are looking for me, then fight me, don't make my sisters and other inconvenient people get involved!"
Bell smirked, "Well well well, Blossom. I'm not really asking for a fight here, I'm just trying to tell you that your sister is the problem right now."
All of them looked around, "Who sister?"
They know it was not Blossom because she did not say it was her in front of her.
"Bubbles," Bell replied, "keep an eye on her."
"We don't need to because we live with her," Blossom and Buttercup told Bell in unison.
Bell sighed, "How about your eight periods with her? You guys only have one period together."
That is, third period.
...
The sidewalk was fixed. They left back home and it was already dinner time.
Both older sisters just looked at Bubbles for something, if something were to happen.
The Professor had no idea what they were doing and had no intentions to know since he got his own problems as well.
If what Bell said was true, then they should at least look out for their sister.
But if she was lying, then they will at least have to take back what she said.
"Hey Bubbles, remember to pack up for tomorrow," Buttercup informed her.
Bubbles rolled her eyes, confused. She knows.
Then Blossom came to check on her, so she opens Bubbles' door, "Hey Bubbles, your pencils are on your desk, don't forget to bring them tomorrow. There is a test tomorrow in your math class."
After that, she closed the door and headed out.
The blonde head was rolling her eyes again, confused on what Blossom was saying. And as always, she knows. She knows she will remember, it's not like she will ever forget. Or probably when they tell her too much, she forgets.
She starts doing her homework and other projects from her schoolwork.
In the living room, the two older sisters were having a conversation.
"You know, I think we are pushing her," Buttercup said, "we are just reminding her things, not looking out for her."
Blossom nodded, sighing, "But we think she will lose her mind… At least we did our best."
Buttercup scratched her head, "Whatever, I have to do my Crime homework."
The leader girl just smiled, "Ha, I finished all my homework."
"Always."
"Yes, and I am proud of it," Blossom said, and then stopped, "But come to think of it, I should stop being proud of myself."
Buttercup rolled her eyes, "As if you are one of the seven sins."
Blossom sighed, "Hey! I'm going to look at my list of words."
As she took a deep breath, the tom-boy said, "There you go again… at least that's one thing you can do right now."
The leader of the PPGs grabbed out her small computer, and she went to their school's official website. She entered to the page of her submitted word lists. She goes for another sigh, tomorrow would not be her word.
"What? You didn't get picked again?" Buttercup asked, still writing her homework.
Blossom nodded, "Yesterday, today, and tomorrow. I don't know about Thursday."
The black head shook her head, "I don't give a crap about those things. As long as I am doing the right thing. Why bother doing something that nobody really looks at?"
"Because it's formal, and people actually do look at it," Blossom stated, "Each day, a new word comes up, you should feel that way for the day."
"But it sucks that you had to submit the words and know what the words will be, that is if yours got picked," the middle sister said, "but again, you got picked the most."
The bow girl nodded, and then just sighed. She exited the page and set the small computer on the table and just stared at the television. "I seriously have nothing to do."
"Why don't you go check on Bubbles?" Buttercup asked, writing down answers on her homework.
Blossom agreed, so she went back upstairs to see Bubbles. She opens the door of her youngest sister's and peeked in.
Bubbles was at her desk, doing her homework possibly, and she seemed focused.
The older sister did not want to interrupt her though, but the blonde head noticed that she was at the door.
"What?" Bubbles asked.
The older sister walked in and sat on Bubbles' bed, "Well… You see, I was worried."
The blonde asked, "About what?"
"You. And what I mean by that was, if you're doing alright," Blossom had no idea how to phrase the sentence. So glad it was not Buttercup because she does not care about her sisters as much as she does. Buttercup did not seem to respect any other than herself.
Buttercup has been isolated most of the time, being very independent on herself.
The look on Bubbles' face was awkward.
Blossom stood up from the bed and walked towards Bubbles, "So if you're doing alright, then I will leave."
When she left, Bubbles just stared at the door. The door closed and she started to sigh.
"Every once in a while, Professor checks me. I haven't seen Blossom checking me twice a day ever, and the last time she checked me was for something important. She never asked me what I am doing or worrying about me…" Bubbles talked to herself.
Five years ago, Blossom and Bubbles had a presentation on March 14. When it was morning, Bubbles was just getting ready to dress in her uniforms. After she finished, she tried packing up all of her belongings, when Blossom burst into her door and into the room.
"Come on Bubbles or we will be late!" Blossom yelled, grabbing onto her sleeves.
Blossom was dressed already, with her backpack on, and her behavior she was holding right now was weird and crazy. She seemed to look like she was about to explode.
The blonde replied, "Okay Blossom, I will be coming. And sorry for the wait."
The leader saw Bubbles packing other things, and gasped, "Bubbles! Come on, we have no time!" When she finished speaking, she immediately grabbed Bubbles' arm without even thinking.
She grabbed her all the way down the house and to the dining room.
"Here, get this," Blossom offered Bubbles her breakfast and then pushed her out of the front door. Afterward, the both of them went to school.
At the presentation, when it was their turn, Blossom went on stage first. She was excellent and was doing everything fine, and even remembered her speech without even looking at her paper. Bubbles thought that Blossom had memorized everything, but found out that Blossom never even finished writing it.
She heard from Blossom that she said writing down won't make sense, so she can do the explaining while talking.
And when it was Bubbles' turn to put in a flash drive of her work with Blossom onto the computer to project on the screen, Bubbles could not find her flash drive. She stopped dead when she remembered that in the morning, she was packing up, Blossom grabbed her, and she never had the chance to even put the flash drive in.
She gasped and Blossom raised her eyebrow up, "Well?"
Bubbles turned to Blossom with the awkward face. Thank goodness she was not showing to the audience.
The leader made a confused look, whispering, "What Bubbles?"
"Uh… In the morning, I didn't get to pack my flash drive…" Bubbles murmured back.
Blossom rolled her eyes, and then she turned to the audience, "Aha… Ha… ha… Well, yesterday, we thought that using a flash drive would not show the actual meaning of this presentation. So we decided to present a demonstration."
Bubbles flinched as she gulped. Her sister could just make up so many things and not look stupid and embarrassed. It was as if she never even cared about Bubbles, but only her grade.
And there goes Blossom explaining everything in the demonstration. The blonde hair girl had to perform something too, and Bubbles did actually packed something though, but not as important as the USB.
She doubted that Blossom remembers anything about this incident from five years ago.
But there really is nothing to remember anything about, so she continued back on her homework.
In the beginning of their third period class, Mr. Handi announced the project again.
Blossom's partner ended up being Bell, something made her curious about this random selection. Maybe Bell talked to Mr. Handi after school for a request on this.
Everyone started to move their desks to sit together with their partner.
Bell walked to where Blossom was sitting and said, "Can I sit here?"
Blossom's eyes moved, and then she just said, "Uh… yeah, sure…"
The whole class began their project and not many people were having a conversation with their partner. Some were chosen perfectly and some were less into their partner.
Bell said, "You're one of the smartest in the junior level, so I think you can actually handle the project for this section while I do this section."
"I would gladly accept, but I would love to do all of it," the leader responded with a fake smile.
"I don't like a person like you who would do work all by yourself because it wouldn't show that you are good when you are working with a partner," Bell described.
"But I wouldn't even want to work together like this," Blossom stated.
"You're obviously trying to brag about yourself, aren't you?" Bell asked, "But let me say one thing, I also do well in academics."
Blossom just nodded.
"Hello, this is the Professor," Professor answered his call.
The call did not speak for a moment, so Professor thought that the other end line was having some communication problems. Thus, he hanged up.
For another second or so, the phone call brought up again.
He repeated the same words, but nothing came out again.
And for a total of five repetitive times, it kept on constantly ringing.
The fifth time, the Professor yelled at the phone, "HELLO? For the last time, WHO IS THIS?"
The other end finally replied, "Hello, Professor Utonium, I am calling from Megaville Community College."
Professor's eyes widened, still holding onto the phone, and then he spoke, "I'm sorry, I don't have any other information about my girls, so please stop calling."
"Wait, we're not here to ask you about your girl's creation," the person said.
The Professor rolled his eyes, "And what will you be asking? And why did you have to keep calling me five times in a row without even replying?!"
The person did not speak for a moment, then he responded, "I'm sorry, Professor Utonium. We're here to ask you about Bubbles."
"Bubbles?" Professor repeated, "What about Bubbles?"
"We have discovered she has some sort of amnesia."
The Professor widens his eyes, "Oh well, I haven't heard anything about that, and why would you know this!" He just did not believe in what he heard, so he was angry for a while.
The man on the phone sighed, "Please forgive us, but when we were researching about the Powerpuff girls, we noticed that Bubbles have one problem."
"It said that my young daughter got amnesia?" he asked.
"I'm afraid yes," the man replied, "so you haven't heard anything about that?"
The Professor took a deep breath before saying, "Hold on! You said she may have amnesia, but she still remembers who I am and her sisters, and almost everyone. Are you lying to me?"
The man shook his head, to which Professor could never see, and even his face he will never get to see, "I'm sorry, but in her records, it states that she may have developed some amnesia problems."
"Maybe it's fake or not true at all," the father quickly jumped to conclusions.
The man just shook his head one more time, "I'm very sorry that I had to call you, but it seems that you don't know about this. I suggest that you should take your daughter to the hospital."
The Professor agreed, "I shall, and have a nice day."
He hanged up the phone and got out of the seat. He was not sure if Bubbles had some problems. So he went online to see which hospital was near their house and wrote the address down.
He applied for an appointment right after that.
...
On a Saturday of that week, the Professor immediately woke the girls up.
"Professor, can't you just let us sleep in, it's four in the morning," Buttercup said, rubbing her eyes, with one of her hand holding a pillow. She was currently in the state of standing at the door where Professor was standing.
Blossom got out of her room and tied her hair up, "What's wrong, Professor?"
The Professor sighed, "I just keep on having weird dreams."
"Talk about dreams," Buttercup murmured, "Who wants to hear your dreams…"
Blossom slapped Buttercup's head, and asked again, "So, what is it, Professor?"
The Professor once again states, "It just doesn't feel right, I don't want Bubbles to have any problems."
Buttercup and the older sister looked at each other, and finally, Buttercup was fully awake.
"Professor, you know about this too?" Blossom questioned, gulping as she was shivering.
The tom-boy had no idea if Professor heard their conversation from the other day or so. But there would be no way that Professor would be calling them if he was not talking about Bubbles.
Yet Bubbles was still in her sleep.
He only got the both of them up.
The Professor widen his eyes in shock, "What? You girls know what was happening to Bubbles too?"
"Apparently, we heard about it this week," Blossom answered.
Their father shook his head, "But how come, I got it from a phone call."
Buttercup felt there was something wrong with this conversation, so she started from the beginning, "You said you don't want Bubbles to have any problems, what exactly do you mean by that?"
Blossom glared at her young sister.
"Well, this phone call told me that Bubbles has always had a problem," Professor said.
"But what problem?" the tom-boy asked.
"You already know what it is, Buttercup," Blossom alerted her.
Buttercup shook her head, "No we don't; Bell never even told us what was wrong with her. We just know we had to look out for her without even knowing how to. It's all because we don't even know what problem she has."
Blossom thought for a moment.
"Girls, the phone call said Bubbles may have amnesia," he stated.
Both sisters looked up right at him, Blossom stopped dead on the track with her finger touching her chin, while Buttercup just widened her eyes.
Their father sighed, "Girls, I am so worried, I never even expected that she would have amnesia. But she still remembers who I am."
"That person, who is it?" Blossom asked, very silently.
"That person is a probably a liar," Buttercup shouted before Blossom could even ask more.
The Professor shook his head, "At first I said he might be lying, but the records said she may have developed amnesia."
The leader girl took a deep breath and patted Professor's shoulder, "Professor, just leave it up to us. We can see her memories."
"I'm not doing that," Buttercup said, going isolated again.
The Professor waved at them with a "no" sign, "Girls, I made an appointment, and we are going in today afternoon. You girls would be in there for a check-up too."
Both sisters just nodded, not knowing what to do now.
This may just seem like a joke, but it was not.
...
At eleven in the morning, the Professor and two older sisters were already dressed up to go outside.
"Where are you guys going?" Bubbles asked.
"No, you mean, where are we going," Blossom corrected, trying on her shoes.
Bubbles walked to her, "Um… Mandy invited me to hang out at her house, so—"
Professor grabbed onto his youngest daughter, "I want you to listen to me, Bubbles; you must come with us. We are going to the hospital."
"But why the hospital?" she asked, not understanding what is happening. In addition, her two older sisters seemed to know about it, they did not even reject.
...
They arrived at the hospital, and Bubbles just stayed being confused.
"We're here to perform some check-ups," Blossom explained in one short sentence.
All of them went to the hospital and waited for a nurse to lead them to their rooms.
"Hello, are you Professor Utonium, the patient who applied for an appointment for eleven thirty?" a nurse asked, her hand holding onto a clipboard.
He nodded and said, "My daughters are all here."
The nurse smiled and assigned the girls their number of their rooms for the check-up.
The Professor stayed in the hallway, sitting on the bench, waiting for the girl's return. He just hoped that Bubbles does not have amnesia.
The girls all disappeared into their rooms.
...
"You're Buttercup Utonium, correct?" a nurse asked, reading from the clipboard.
"That is me," she responded, and then sat on the large scanning machine.
The nurse prepared the test after she put her clipboard down, "This won't hurt, so you can relax here."
Buttercup shivered when the nurse said hurt, she has no problem getting hurt. But the nurse will only get to see her once, so she did not say anything and nodded.
The test began to scan through her entire body.
…
Blossom enters the room while the nurse smiled at her.
"Are you Blossom Utonium?" the nurse questions, placing down the clipboard.
She nodded and just stood there, waiting for the nurse to instruct her to do so.
The nurse put on her gloves and walked to Blossom and the scan, "Go ahead and lie down here, the test might take a long time."
The red head nodded and laid down as she told her to.
The test then started to scan her whole being.
…
"Hello, you must be Bubbles Utonium?" a very short nurse asked, smiling.
Bubbles nodded and moved next to her, "So I am here for a check-up right?"
The nurse answered, "Yes."
"How long does it take?" she asked, worrying that Mandy will be wondering where she went.
"It will take a long time," the nurse replied.
Bubbles rolled her eyes, "Approximately?"
The nurse thinks about it for a minute, "You guys might need to take less than an hour, but normally it depends on the situation."
She nodded.
"Go ahead and lie down," the nurse instructed her to go lie down.
Bubbles went as she was told to do so.
The scanning began and she felt like she had fallen asleep.
...
It has been an hour, and both older sisters got out from their check-up. They were finished around the same time, and when they opened their doors, they saw the Professor's hand burying his very own face.
Blossom walked to him and sat next to him.
Buttercup just walked next to the bench and stood against the wall.
"So how did it go, Blossom?" Professor asked as he put down his hands.
"The nurse is updating the information right now," Blossom quickly answered.
"Alright," he said, and then he was even more worried. Bubbles was still inside the room. Both his older daughters have completed theirs, and Bubbles has not even come out yet.
She was taking her time in there.
The nurse that was inside Blossom's check-up room came out with a file of information. She heads to where Professor and Blossom were sitting at.
"Your daughter's test was successful, the information of her health and everything is updated. Your daughter has no sickness and is normal."
Professor thanked the nurse and waited for Buttercup's information to be given.
Later the nurse that was in his tom-boy daughter's check-up room came out. She talked to the Professor that Buttercup's test was also successful, everything will be updated, and that her health is normal. But she also suggested that she needs to plan on a daily sleeping schedule as she has a lack of sleep results.
Now Professor only could not wait for Bubbles' information.
He was scared to even think about it. At the same time, he wanted her to finish the test, but he also wanted her to stay in there so he would not have to hear the results being bad.
Blossom just patted his shoulder.
The tom-boy sighed and started to feel bored, "Hey, Bloss, let's go get something to drink."
"Yeah sure," she agreed.
Both of them head on down the stairs to get drinks.
Professor stayed behind and waited for Bubbles' results. It has been an hour and fifteen minutes. She still has not come out yet.
Why was she taking so long?
Is it really because she has a disease or problem? But how come that long?
Professor shook his head from thinking too much. His daughter should be perfectly fine, there would be no way she would end up getting amnesia. Unless something hit her, and that it had a long-term effect, where ten years later she starts developing it.
For another fifteen minutes or so, the door of Bubbles' check-up room came to an open, but the person who came out was not his daughter but the nurse.
The nurse walks to the Professor and said, "Your daughter is currently in the test, maybe it will take another thirty minutes to finish."