Based on The Powerpuff Girls by Craig McCracken and The Powerpuff Girls Doujinshi by bleedman.
Foster Home for the Criminally Insane.
Daily Life in the Asylum.
The next day in Foster's Asylum.
Like always, it was a rough day, you never get bored on the facility. More than a clinic, this was actually a prison.
Therefore, not many patients were really cured.
-Frankie Foster's point of view.-
It was madness, even when I don't like to use the word, there's no other perfect word to describe what happens in this place everyday.
The screams were loud, and the desperate words of regret echoed through the building.
I'm not insane.
I didn't do it.
Please let me out.
This pills make me feel funny!
It was Cheese! My imaginary friend, why won't you beleive me?!
Well I got used to it, really.
Grabbed my files for the day and sighed to myself.
Again.
Another year, another Gravity Falls citizen that goes insane during Summer.
Just before Summerween, four victims, faces teared apart by the signs of dental marks showing the murder weapon was done by eating them.
They should already cancel Summerween, it's just insane, it's the fourth time in a row.
Same MO, different patient.
The only survivor had way too much evidence against him that it was easy to put the blame on him, just like the previous ones, this is a serial case now.
Went to my office and began dialing the Bureau. "Hmm, yeah is this the Federal Bureau? Would like to report a serial case."
"Excuse me but this isn't exactly the police number." The guy on the other end of the phone told and I sighed.
"I know, my name is Frankie Foster, I'm the current Warden of Foster's."
"The Asylum?"
"That's right."
"Did something happened in the facilities?"
"No, but this is the fourth time in four years that a patient has been brought to me from a place called Gravity Falls."
"Oh...I know the place."
"Well, happened before Summerween, several victims every year, all shown with their faces chewed like bubblegum, dental marks all over them."
"Sick."
"The odd thing, is that they always arrest someone and that someone is always brought here, the only survivor always claim that a monster called The Summerween Trickster did that on them cause they didn't shown any respect for that place or something."
"What is a Summerween Trickster?"
"The nursery rhyme?"
"Never heard of it."
"Gravity Falls citizens made up this story so kids would behave during Summerween, therefore the Trickster won't eat their candies."
"Well, apparently he ate more than just their candies."
"This is serious, can you send someone over there? They could really use your help."
"Unless the authorities from Gravity Falls don't call us for assitance there's nothing else we could do."
"Ugh...I see, thanks."
Placed the folder along my other piled files.
What next?
Next file, patient called herself 'Princess Bubblegum'? Signs of schizofrenia, psychological evaluation pending.
Well, while The Bureau team prepares Rainbow the Clown for me, guess I could give this patient a check.
Just as soon as arrived, heard the words of this girl speaking in such a gentle manner, trying to get rid of my nurses.
"Hi, I can take it from here."
The nurses nodded, I took a look at the girl with long pink hair, a more intense pink colored dress and a golden tiara.
"Hey there, I'm Frankie Foster."
"Greetings, do not worry, I know. This very dear friend of mine Flinn told me about this place, is this were you keep all who have been forgotten?"
"Defined, forgotten?"
"Imaginary beings, which came to this place to rest until they care of another kid of course."
"Why didn't you started from there." I chuckled, playing along. "Yeah, we make sure all the imaginary friends are comfortable in our facilities."
"That's lovely, dear Frankie, even tho this might be unethical, but I'm currently in need of your aid."
"What is it?"
"I'm currently in danger, may I ask to stay in your Foster Home for Imaginary Friends while I hide from The Ice King, please? My friend Finn the Human is currently on his way to defeat that mad man."
"I see, tell me something, there wasn't any ID with you, what's your first name, Princess?"
"There isn't one you see, named myself that way because my subjects, the Candy people needed someone to lead them."
"Wow, sounds like you get quite a adventure time every once in a while."
"Yeah, I will appreaciate if you would help me with my current situation."
"It's fine for me, Princess, do not worry, we'll protect you."
"Thanks." She responded softly, closing her eyes, moving her hands like if there was imaginary music.
"Welcome to Foster."
"Thanks, is there any tea time in Wonderland?"
Delusions, started with something different.
Went outside and the nurses asked me.
"Wow, shouldn't she be in a more friendly mental institution miss Frankie?"
"Nope."
"Well she doesn't look dangerous at all."
Then I responded. "Princess Bubblegum is a patient that suffers from squizofrenia and depressive erratic behavior, delusions run her mind to mask the horrible events that happen around her, she doesn't have to worry about the Ice King, he won't be going anywhere."
"What do you mean?"
"Because she murdered him, King Frost was found buried outside of his home, with signs of multiple stabbings which all lead to a knife with the finger prints of yours truly, Princess Bubblegum."
"What?!" They both clovered their mouths.
"That's right, King Frost was his father in law, rich guy that had some perverted friends which helped him keep the lie that Bubblegum was her wife, when in fact was her father in law who kept her after her mother died under mysterious circumstances. The guy abused her and she finally murdered him, even tho some people might call this justice, Bubblegum is currently dangerous for society."
"Didn't know this kind of things happened in the world."
"Just...forget about it, well then, can you tell me if Rainbow the Clown is ready for his psychological evaluation?"
"Well, agent Velma from the Bureau has told me they're ready when you are."
"Alright, let's get this done then."
On the room, where they kept Rainbow the Clown, I saw the man. Without the make up, he didn't looked insane at all.
Empty, that's how Rainbow looked. The absence of color ruled this individual's life, but that was just a mere lie, cause I knew the real Black White.
Behind the glass on the opposite room, came in to have a talk with the Bureau's agents.
The brown haired woman with glasses smiled and shook hands with me. "Hi, nice to meet you, this is agent Goren and agent Wilde, my name is Velma Dinkley, we closed this case and the mayor Fred wants you to do a evaluation on the guy."
"Can we trust you?" Wilde asked, Lucy Wilde, cute looking gal with a large nose.
"That's an odd question, is everything alright?"
"This is not Black White." Agent Robert Goren said with a light chuckle, I gulped, this man looked rather crazy himself, like if he could see through you with those eyes.
"What do you mean?"
Then Velma sighed. "This is John White, aka Rainbow the Clown, he hasn't talked to us or anything, he's like a vegetable. He's the most likely to fit Black White's profile but there's a lot of inconsistences on the investigation."
"He's mute, it's not because he doesn't wants to talk us." Goren said.
"How can you tell? Did you knew it all along?" Wilde asked.
"Oh sorry. Hehehe, he just uses his hands a lot, he's whole routine is mute, as a clown I mean. It's not an act after all."
"What makes you think, he's not Black White?" I asked, trying not to sound suspicious.
"There is something missing in the profile, besides we have just went through his apartment and his office, and we didn't find the murder the weapon, the pen. And Ben's hand."
"Sorry to hear, so when does the funeral takes place?"
"Oh he's not dead." Goren told.
"What?!" Asked surprised.
"Apparently, Black White didn't wanted Ben Tennyson to be a hero after all. Death is not punishment, life will be far more cruel to him now when he wakes up, he'll be nothing. That's how Black White sees this."
"That's good news, that he's alive."
"Also the Omnitrix is lost too. This would be chaos for a while, all of Ben's enemies might be on his way to this place." Wilde said.
"Sounds like a problem. I'll go an interview him now."
"Thanks." Velma said.
Then I went to the room.
This individual, John White aka Rainbow the Clown smiled at me as soon as I came in.
Figured it out, he knew me after all.
Because of her.
"Hi, John White, I'm Frankie Foster, I'm about to do a psychological evaluation, mind if I ask you some questions first?" Asked gently.
No response.
The guy kept smiling.
Obviously he's not scared, he's...doing something noble. Is the only way I can translate that cold smile on his face.
Noble because he's letting Barbara out.
That he would be able to continue her work, without to worry of the Bureau.
Unfortunately for him, Barbara is over.
"Do you feel in pain, did the police treat you properly?"
Asked out keeping my ethics, just because he is blamed of doing unspeakable things, doesn't mean that we have to do unspeakable things to him, that's unethical.
No response.
Kept asking some questions.
Even did some tests on his conditions.
Till now, no response.
Soon enough took out the ink pictures and to our surprise he actually responded. But not through his mouth, Goren was right he was mute.
That in a paper he wrote the response to all three, and what he saw in them was only the color Red.
It's over, I can't go any further.
"Thank you, for your cooperation. We will soon bring you to your room."
Went out and the agents were there.
"Does that mean he'll stay?"
"Have to be honest, the fact he sees the red color on the last test tells me he might have a impulsive behavior to see that color. He's dangerous for society, the reason he stabbed all his victims in the heart."
"So, in your words, could you tell us exactly why he bleached their bodies then?" Goren asked and Velma smiled.
"Right, Miss Foster, we would like to hear the answer."
"He wants to take the color away."
"Then that's the reason, why he's not Black White." Wilde responded.
"This is all a screen." Velma continued. "The real Black White is out there, and he'll murder again, he might have done this to be able to fake his capture. But I'll stay to make sure he won't do that again."
"Huh?!" Wilde gasped.
"You're leaving?" Goren asked.
"I'm sorry guys, but I just send my resignation yesterday. This is my city, I don't want that mad terrorist to cause so much pain and suffering to this place."
"Seems like this has become...a private chat, if you excuse me I have other things I have to do."
Left without saying anything more.
Went to do the rest of my routine in this place and went back to Barbara's apartment.
The words just kept echoing in my head. That she would murder again, no she can't, she promised me!
There, when I arrived, I gasped as the first thing I saw was Barbara holding a knife.
"NO!" I screamed loudly, making Barbara miss the piece of meat on the table and accidentally cut herself, gasping in pain she screamed back.
"WHAT THE FUCK?! Oh man, what is wrong with you?!" Then again I over reacted, I immediatly went towards her and tried to help her with her wound.
"I'm sorry, I'm terribly sorry I just...had a rough day and I just kept thinking about you...here, The Bureau knows!"
"Huh?"
"They know, Rainbow the Clown is not Black White!"
"So? Not everyone in this town is stupid. Actually I saw that coming."
Out of a sudden I hugged her.
"Please...don't do it again, or else...they'll find you...I don't want you to end in Foster...I wouldn't be able to live with myself if your end up being my patient in there!"
"Calm down, hey, come on, who said anything of going back to the wild?"
"Promise me!"
Smiling, she responded. "I promise."
"How can I tell you're telling the truth?"
"You'll just have to take my word as it is."
Gently then, Barbara leaned and kissed me and I kissed back.
Do I wonder, where it would be a hero out there that might prove her wrong?
That there is actually color in her life.
The only thing she has done, is teach the ones that she has murdered...by torturing their minds, they thought they had a sense of duty. But she prove them, that they can't protect them all.
