Bedtime Story

The City of Townsville. This is where Bruiser was supposed to meet with his new guardian, Bubbles Utonium. He looked around nervously, expecting the worst. "...Bruiser...?" He looked over to see a girl with innocent blonde pigtails and big blue eyes. "Are you Bruiser?"

"Um, yes, I am. Are you...um... Bubbles?" The woman smiled widely, nodding vigorously. Hm. Prettier than he expected. "Oh, well, nice to meet you."

"Oh, Bruiser, you've gotten so big!" Bubbles exclaimed with a squeal, giving the teenager a hug. "You look just like your father!" She said with a smile, touching his cheeks gently.

"...Um... what?" Bruiser asked, getting a look from Bubbles. "You're my guardian, I know, but I don't understand how you know my mother. I've never seen you before."

"Oh, you were only a baby! I suppose you wouldn't remember..." Bubbles answered with a sigh. "And, knowing Blossom, she kept you in the dark about us…" Bruiser's head snapped to face his guardian.

"My mother's name is Beatrice." He stated with a mystified stare. Bubbles rolled her eyes and nodded.

"Right. I meant Beatrice." She stated with a smile. "Well, welcome to your Mother's birth place! You'll even be keeping yourself in her room until you move out. You can just call me Aunt Bubbles, okay?"

"Okay, I could handle that." Bruiser answered with a simple nod. Bubbles gave him a smile before taking his heavy bags without even sweating. The boy in red looked at the bag silently, not moving. This caused the older woman to look over her shoulders and give him a wide grin.

"Well, come on! You must meet the rest of the family." She stated before practically gliding across the airport. He watched a little suspiciously before walking himself outside. There, he found three other people waiting for his 'Aunt Bubbles' and himself. There were two men and a woman standing there, all in the variations of blues and greens. "Okay, Bruiser, this is my sister, Buttercup, and two… friends, Boomer and Butch." The three adults gave him a wave and an awkward smile.

"Hello… I'm Bruiser." He stated, analyzing the people accordingly. Bubbles's sister, Buttercup, looked nothing like her sister, seeing how she had bright green eyes and long black locks that curled slightly at the bottom. In fact, Bubbles looked more related to the friend, Boomer, with his deep blue eyes and dirty blonde hair that sticked up at the ends of it. Butch looked somewhat like Buttercup as well… forest green eyes and spiked up black hair. It baffled him how they all weren't any type of relative or how they knew his mother. "It's nice to meet you all."

"…Likewise…" Boomer answered shyly, getting a comforting look from Bubbles. Bruiser noticed within his analyzing. "I'm… Uncle Boomer, if you wish."

"I'm your Uncle Butch." The green-eyed man said sternly, almost coldly if Bruiser didn't listen carefully.

"And I'm your Aunt Buttercup. Nothing else." The almost identical green-eyed woman stated after, arms crossing over her chest. Bruiser gave them all his signature grin, trying to keep himself in a calm mood. Even as he kept his mood stable, they still stared at him for some odd reason. He didn't understand.

"Well… let's get going, I suppose!" Bubbles said cheerfully as Boomer politely took the bags from her, although she was completely fine as is.

'What is wrong with these people? They keep on ogling…' Bruiser thought to himself in an uncomforting manner as he was placed in a car. There were many questions he needed to ask them, but couldn't get himself to voice it. Maybe another time…

…

They stopped in front of a house of pure white. It was in a very box-like shape with three holes that showed three different rooms of different colors: pink, blue, and green. "Hey, Bruiser, do you see that pink room?" Bubbles said with a bright smile.

"Yeah… It looks very… cherry." He tried to compliment, but failed. The blue-eyed aunt giggled at his attempt, but nodded anyways.

"That's going to be your room. It's right next to mine~!" She said a little too cheerfully. A slight grimace came across his face in the thought of being stuck in such a girly room. The others continued to look intently at the red-capped teen before they all walked into the house, Boomer still having his bags. Bruiser stayed back to look at the house before a dark sigh left his body.

He missed his mother. This foreign, yet familiar, land bothered him. He needed his questions to be answered, yet there was nobody there to help. The red head gazed up again one more time before slowly entering the house to go to his new room.

Pink. It was incredibly pink. A deeper grimace appeared on his face as he stared at the somewhat small room of red variations. There was an organized bed with white covers, with a cherry blossom pattern, on a wall that seemed to have been added to the room. It matched the pastel pink pillows. There was also a red desk that had a heart-shaped mirror right in front of it near the door. Next to the vanity was a wall… of books. Many, many book. "This… was definitely my mother's room." Bruiser told himself with a doomed look on his face.

"Yup, your mother had this irrational obsession with… red." Red? Wasn't it pink? Bruiser didn't understand, but he didn't care. Boomer laughed at his expression as he came into the room and brought the bags next to the only thing that wasn't pink. The magical white closet door that appeared without anybody knowing. "It was funny at times on how she liked that color…"

As Boomer reminisce on old times, Bruiser just continued to look around the room curiously, figuring out the window… didn't have glass over it. "Um… isn't that hazardous?" Boomer looked at the window Bruiser was pointing at to laugh lightly… once again.

"Oh, don't worry. If you're anything like your mother, that hole won't be a problem." He answered before walking himself out. "Oh, you just stay in this room and drink up all the crimson variations." He said before leaving Bruiser to his doomed room of girliness.

"God…" Bruiser sighed in defeat, walking to his new vanity to look through the drawers. His hands slowly went across the mirror, trying to imagine his mother sitting there, brushing her long bright orange hair. Another sigh as he went to his bag to get the things he needed to place in the drawers.

Hats. Brush. Random Christmas Cologne. Pills. Picture. Bruiser stared at the image just a little more before placing it on top of the desk-like thing. He opened a drawer to place his other stuff, but then he found something. A gigantic scarlet bow… weird, but Bruiser picked it up anyways. It was still in good shape for being in there for so long. He was about to close the drawer when he saw, under the bow, was a compartment in the drawer.

His curiosity took over as he opened the small opening. It was another package, the color of pink with a red name. "… 'Blossom?'" He said out loud, not understanding who exactly that was, although the name was so familiar. With a shrug, he opened the box to find a journal, a locket… and many pictures of red, pink, and orange. His red eyes widened in shock, his mouth gaping from the pictures. "That's… that's my mom." He whispered to himself. But… who was the other? A boy in red?

It finally hit him. 'Blossom' was the girl from his favorite tale his mother would recite to him before he fell asleep. His mother… she was Blossom? Then… the boy in the pictures… "…! Brick!" Bruiser yelled out, dropping his stuff onto the ground. His heartbeat was beating uncontrollably again, causing the pain. "Oh… no…"

He pulled out his pills and popped them into his mouth before quietly putting things back. Now, he was angry. Why didn't anybody tell him? A growl came through his mouth. He has been in the murky obscurity for a long time.

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Yup. This time it's moving by so slowly…! But at least it'll be written better than the last one! I hope you like it!