Status - Drabble; Ongoing; Series
Important Notes - so this is basically my complexities and dynamics behind the fanon characters that are normally written in the Powerpuff fandom.
[if anyone wants a specific character to be written next, just suggest the character in your review. the character with the most (or first, if no one is mentioned twice) mentions will be written.]
Disclaimer - i do not own The Powerpuff Girls.
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Buttercup
It was the blankness in his eyes when he said it. When he named her for the first time. The sheer, unmasked uncertainty and simplicity of the name, having put absolutely no thought into it – that was what he named her. She watched her sisters, saw how happy and giggly and outgoing they were, and thought maybe if she smiled a bit more, if she brightened her eyes just a bit, he'd put severe thought into what would be her name.
Buttercup.
An utter disappointment.
At that very moment, that moment when he shrugged his shoulders and her smile faded into nothingness, she knew she wasn't special. Not special enough for her father and creator. But she wouldn't cry. She refused to cry. No, no, no – that would mean that she was similar to her dear, beloved sisters. The sisters with everything they could possibly want. The love, the beauty, the easy-going personalities. Those were all the things she did not have, that she'd never have.
She hid those dry tears behind a scowl. Her sisters were weak. She would never, ever want to be anything like them. They were spoiled and cocky. Even moreso, what with their stupid special powers.
Why didn't she have a special power? It was as if the universe had seen how little she meant to her family, to the town, and believed it to be true to form. So she was granted no special powers.
But...there was a special ability.
The tongue curling was a moment of rejoice in her bitter and angry world. She'd never been happier than to know that there was something special about her, that there was something about her that people would marvel amongst.
But no, she could never let anyone know that this was how she truly felt. She didn't deserve to be pitied, nor did she want it. She was ugly, she was ordinarily boring, and she was unimportant. All this was what she considered the hard, cold truth. She wasn't incredibly intelligent and cunning like the leader of their team, or stunningly beautiful and gracious like their youngest sister.
She was the brawns of the three. The muscle. Not only that, but the dark, scary girl that everyone secretly feared. The girl that tried so very hard to live up to her good name, to stop the evil and jealousy from enveloping her heart – for she could feel her veins growing colder as the years passed on and on. She could only take so much of this pain.
One day her heart will stop beating for the love she so truly feels for her family. One day she'll take none of this anymore. One day she'll make a change, and do something really special.
And that day is that day that she will finally stop being Buttercup.
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