I STILL OWN ONLY OC'S! . I HOPE YUOU ALL ENJOY THIS EPISODE~! A THEME SONG MAY COME SOON!
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The young, peaceful music-loving powerpuff gave a lazy yawn and rolled to the left.
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She rolled to the right like before.
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She rolled to the right.
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Once again, she –"UMPH!"
G fell onto the brown colored carpet with a thud, and groaned. "Uggggggghhhhhhh…" she was silent for a bit. "…Hold on, why am I acting so upset? I am a superhero now, I guess." Getting up, G trudged slowly out of her bedroom and down the hall, walking into the large bathroom. It was very cute, as well as large, but only because it was supposed to look like an actual forest. The windows were on every wall, and all were rimmed with dark brown wood with really real looking trees on it. The sink and cabinets were made of stick looking material tied with vines covered in flowers, and the lights looked like lanterns as well as having a brown ceiling. The floor was a deep green carpet, and there was a bathtub designed to look like a large rectangular boulder, and another one in front of it with a shower head poking out some. Very cool bathroom indeed. The toilet also looked like it was made of vines and bark. Again, really cool. G brushed her teeth and went to get dressed, having taken her shower last night. She went into her room, and rummaged through her closet, pulling out a black tube top that showed her belly and a brown pleated skirt with black lace stockings. She slid on golden flats and threw a matching sash over her upper body, the item hanging diagonally over her shoulders. G jogged down the stairs, and into the kitchen, opening the freezer and pulling out a rectangular box. Grabbing the remote on the counter next to her, she looked at the TV. Click! "Let's see what movies are on… WHOAH! I DIDN'T KNOW JAPAN HAD THAT MOVIE THAT'S MY BOY! I LOVE THAT MOVIE, FA REALZ YO!" G immediately sat the remote down after selecting said movie, and took out two rectangular pastries from inside the rectangular box. She also took out two small packets full of white icing, and slid the pastries into the toaster. Yawning a bit, G went into the front room where her TV sat, and flopped onto the couch. "…" G closed her eyes, and once again yawned.
Bro… sis… so much happened, brah… first I get off the flight, and before I meet you two I suddenly get hit by this strange white light and need to hide out in a bathroom stall until my new transformation went away… and then I have to face the awkwardness of a new class and school… then when I meet my new teammates, I meet our counterparts –and thank God my counterpart at least was mature like me and was able to see just how ridiculous the whole situation was…! Then my teammates and I became friends, and now… we're trying to get the Rowdyruffs on our side… guess my life isn't as boring as I use to think it was, huh, I guess?
"Mm~ these things are good!"
G's eyes shot open, and she fell off the couch. "OMPH!" Getting up, she ran into the kitchen only to see Blossom eating her toaster strudels. "OH MY FREAKING GOSH, BRAH, THAT'S MY FOOD, YO! YOU COMIN' INTO MY KITCHEN EATIN' MY TOASTER STRUDELS LIKE IT'S THE SLAVE MARKET – YOU STARVIN'!? THEY DON'T FEED YOU AT HOME!?" G copied the move Rock Lee from Naruto does when doing taijitsu; putting a hand behind her back and one out. "NAH, BRAH, I'M GONAN HAVE TO JACK YOU UP!" Buttercup sweat-dropped. "I have no idea what any of that means."
"ROCK, PAPER, SCISSORS, BI***!"
Bubbles and Blossom gasped, clapping their hands on their cheeks. "Ooo~ you said the 'B' woooorrrdddd~!" G stared at them for a second in confusion, and while that happened Buttercup stared in awe. Suddenly, the girl got on her hands and knees. "Please… why are you so cool?!" G raised a brow, and a smile couldn't help but carve onto her face as she stood upright and grabbed the last toaster strudel on her napkin. As she bit into it, she grinned and winked, saying, "'Cause I can let go and just be weird –A.K.A. myself!"
~.~.~ With O and Paris…~.~.~
O ran through a large meadow field the color of blood, the sky a strange purple with a scary crescent moon. He panted heavily, his kimono all torn and shredded and dirtied, and constantly did he have to shove the tall grass out of his way. "OOMF!" O fell face first into the dirt. The sound of rapid flapping –that of millions with wings –was heard directly behind him. Shoving his fingers into the ground, the young teen pushed himself back on his feet, and continued running.
"This is your world, Outcast…"
"Don't resist what follows you…"
"You are an Outcast… O…"
"Understand… Understand… Understand…!"
Tears welled in O's eyes and quickly began to poor as sudden lighting flashed in the sky, revealing clouds glowing lavender. "I… I don't get it…!" Pushing his legs to run faster, O desperately tried to ignore the voices in his head. He gripped his hair; the roots aching in agony as some were even tore out completely, bits of skin included. "Why don't you get it…?" The ghostly voice was soft like a mother's, though strict like a father. The way it flowed through the eerily blowing air with a devilish purr… it was petrifying. A very dark brown colored tree, one that looked to be dying with skinny but very long branches and few leaves, began to come into sight. The faint sound of footsteps became slightly audible. "Stop following me…! I don't have what you WANT!" O forced his crying to be limited. Being alone never meant you could be yourself; you have what lurks in the shadows watching you… examining your every move… defining you. There was no escape from it, from the pain. It follows whatever source is the most mentally vulnerable, and O knew he was a target as soon as he became exposed to the outside world. On top of it all, unlike his brothers and Mojo, as soon as his skin felt the warm air filling Mojo's lair, he saw them. Staring into Boomer's sky blue eyes, he saw an abandoned Chucky Cheese; half eaten children lying dead all over the place and the main attraction –the large Mouse – stood on stage, beaten down and connected to the stage by many different wires, the curtains on the stage halfway closed. Blood poured from its empty eye socket endlessly, and its clothes were tattered while the teeth were suddenly small, sharp, and noticeable. Boomer was standing in front of it, his eyeballs black with the blue ring in the middle. His mouth was stapled, stitched, and even meshed together with wires. Boomer was stuck in its embrace, his eyes completely glassy as if he were going to break out into sobs any second. The way boomer looked all alone trapped in that embrace, in that place, like a poor little mouse hiding in fear of the cat… he was forgotten.
Looking into Butch's emerald green eyes, he saw nothing but many dark rooms, and dark corridors. Random mazes were drawn in crimson red on almost every wall, and each had the picture of a face with an eye made of emerald, missing bits of its face with the exception of a large grin, the missing parts showing the shiny white teeth with thick black smudged all around the eye sockets. Watching lost Butch, O realized no one was there to get him… Butch was dismantled.
Looking into Brick's blazing red eyes, he saw fire, and wooden houses, toddlers screaming, and infants hanging with ropes through their eyes; he saw Brick burned beyond belief on the right side of his face, and his left hand was gone, now replaced by a cooking "fork", that in which you'd use to cut meat, or stir something (A/N: Hopefully you get what I'm talking about ^^'). One of Brick's eye were sewn up repeatedly that all you saw was thick black thread going over itself over and over again in the middle of his eye, mushing it all into a sickening appearance. Though, Brick had suddenly put an eye patch over it. He was quickly dashing throughout the pitch black neighborhood that had once been engulfed in flames –now with ashes – and came across a well. Walking towards it, he suddenly threw himself in, and began falling endlessly, going nowhere. His eyes glazed over as he hit the sewer grounds with a shuddering cracking of bones, and blood spilled from his back as well as his mouth; frozen in a permanent frown. The bone in his left leg was sticking out. His lifeless head fell to the side so that his face was looking elsewhere; he was immobile, dead, just like a robot once they lost the power in their batteries. Brick, though, seemed just like that of a robot when shut off… deactivated. O had never looked into the mirror. He saw what darkness follows his brothers, God knows what stalks him…the sound got incredibly closer and quickly the tree was suddenly in sight. "Foolish… Foolish…!" the voice mocked. O couldn't hold in the loud groan that had been sitting in the front of his esophagus; ready to come out. "Shut UP!" He let go of his hair and reached for the tree that strangely enough had a door with a rusty silver handle to the left of it. Grabbing it, everything around him turned a bloody red, and control over his body was suddenly gone as hot, electric shockwaves zapped him here and there, creating a slight twitch. Slowly… the door was pulled open. For a long time, it was nothing but pitch black darkness, and silence sharp enough to draw blood without the need of touch. He stared, his brown eyes widening at the dark sight of nothing. "O…" his name echoed through the void, faint but seemingly from behind him. O froze, and tried desperately to regain control.
It grinned.
"GAH!"
THUD!
"UGH…!" O groaned as he sat up, his hand rubbing his face. "Geez… stupid wood…" standing up, O dusted himself off and turned to a vanity mirror attached to a modern brown dresser. He suddenly noticed something about his eyelids; they always drooped. "Hm…? How come I never noticed this before?" He wondered aloud, walking up to the dresser and placing a hand on it to keep him steady; the other poking at his upper eyelids. "Hm…"
"… and now, news on the Power Puff girls! We just so happened to catch Mojo Jojo once again wreaking havoc on the city, this time terrorizing a basketball championship match because of the rumor that everyone will have to vote. The most vote's would go for one person supporting the team the Mayor wasn't supporting, and if their team won, then the Mayor wouldn't run nor allow anyone else to run for Mayor the next re-election! So after seeing Mojo Jojo coming in disguised as a basketball player and cheating the entire game, the Power Puffs were called in. Besides a job well done to them, what was so surprising today was this time they had a new one; a brown one! And the way she looked, she seemed to be of African-American descent. Very surprising, indeed, to find a foreigner as our savior from here on out! We even got to speak with her a little…! And here's the words spoken between her and the world…" O stiffened, and quickly paced out of his room to the living room where he found the flat TV screen on, Paris nowhere to be seen but the sound of a shower running. Slowly, he sat down on the couch as he stared intensely at the girl who matched his colors; Bambi, as he remembered her as.
"[Asker] So, what are your signature color, or colors, and what do they call you?"
"[Powerpuff] Um… yeah, hi…! *mumble* You… you could've at least greeted me… um, my main color is brown, but you can say I'm somewhat a multi-colored Puff, 'cause I wear brown, but also green and […gold]. Though, I feel it'd be better to just say either brown or brown and gold are my colors. But when referring to my colors in general, just say brown. Oh! Um… they call me Musical Bambi, or just Bambi, I guess."
"[Asker] so how old are you, Bambi?"
"[Bambi] old enough to be in Junior High, young enough to be your granddaughter…!"
There was a small bit of laughter in the audio, and O blinked at his counterpart, his lips unknowingly carving into a small amused smile. "So you have a small sense of humor, huh…?" O hunched over, resting his propped up elbow on his knee cap and his chin in his palm. Why can't we talk like that…? It'd be fun to talk to you, sure, but I mean my brothers, actually… memories of times where O tried communicating at all with his brothers popped up, and he suddenly frowned. Every time, he suddenly noticed, when he tried to speak to them, the conversation never got anywhere or went well because of a couple reasons, actually. For starters, the things he tried to talk about to them were sometimes really full of thought. By this he means that he'd ask them weird questions that sound a little like something your ELA teacher would ask you, like: Hey, if you had the chance to become God, would you? If so, what would you rule over (like, be the God of)? They'd normally just give him a weird look, and say, uhhhhhh, until something happened to lead them astray from the question. And when they did try to answer –another one of the main reasons –it'd always be stupid. No, it's not that O felt like he couldn't talk to his brothers because they said dumb answers, it's because he felt as if they were really, really, really immature. I mean; they flicked their boogers and earwax at girls who remotely save their sorry lives every day…! And yet they don't realize that…! Not only that, but sometimes it feels like they put absolutely no thought or effort into their replies. They just say something to say it, do something to do it, be somewhere just to say they were there – it's as if they have no heart, like they don't know what to do with themselves, as if they don't know themselves that well; almost like they don't even know their own personalities, what they like and dislike. What disappoints me in relation to my brothers is the fact that they're too busy trying to become truly evil rather than taking use of their time now as a kid to realize that they are different from each other, including me; when will they understand that just because they were made the same day, and do the same things, and wear the same clothes, etc., they're still different from each other. Their colors, names, and voices aren't the only thing telling them apart. I just wish they wouldn't be so naïve, so stupid. Bambi… O stared intensely into the eyes of his counterpart. Somehow, already –just by looking at her through a screen, it was as if she was looking at him with interest and listening kindly to his problems. Why couldn't they just be covered in your pureness…?
THUMP!
O's eyes widened and he gripped the left side of his chest as an unimaginable pain struck his heart, making him topple over onto the ground. Thud! "…O…?" the shower had stopped not too long ago, and with dripping loose hair, Paris peeked out in the direction of the couch to see what the noise was, and noticed O's body seeming somewhat jittery. "O…?" he walked out into the hall and walked the short distance to O's body, his eyes widening as he neared. Paris' blood turned ice cold as sweat began to roll down his face; lying before him was a badly bleeding, twitching O, his hair falling out of his ponytail and scattering around his as the child suddenly coughed up blood. "O…!" Paris gripped O's arm and yanked him into his embrace, quickly shoving the hair out of his mouth and such. "O, are you alright…?! Speak, boy!" O choked up blood once again, said substance splattering onto Paris' face and clothes. Paris froze for a split second, before bringing him outside to his car; something he didn't use very often. After securely strapping O in the seatbelt in the backseat, he did the same to himself in the front driver's seat, and turned on the ignition. He sighed. He really didn't want to have to resume doing this; not after the Glitch on 108th…