Where are you, sister? 4
Nobody's P. O. V
The two puffs and Professor wasted no time at all getting back on the road. As they stood/ floated in front of the hotel, Professor said, "We need to thing of where to look for her." "Yeah. It would probably far from here," Buttercup agreed. "Maybe we could search each town, nook, and cranny," Bubbles suggested. "We need to start North," Professor said, picking up his kids.
"No, no, no. We will carry you," Buttercup said, going under him and holding his stomach. Bubbles took him under the arm, but they all toppled over. "It's easier with Blossom." Buttercup said, standing. Bubbles sniffed in reminder. "Come on. You hold his chest, and I'll get the legs," Buttercup said. They flew like that, but it was awkward and harder without Blossom.
Meanwhile, Blossom was coming to. Rick stood back as she rose. "Huh?" she groaned, looking up. "Who are you?" she asked. "I'm Rick, your father," he said, giving her a warm smile. (?) "Oh. Man, I feel funny," she said. "Well, you just woke up. Your probably just drowsy," he said, "Pinky." "Pinky?" she said. "Your name, dear. Maybe your mother can take your temperature," he said.
He had taken away her powers, gave her false memories of growing up at that house, and made her look normal. (Stick out hands, feet, nose, ears, etc.) Blossom, er, Pinky walked beside Rick into the living room, where Lily was depressed. He whispered what he had done into her ear, and she squealed in joy, but then knelt to her 'daughter.'
"Pinky, let me feel your forehead," she said, putting a hand on her forehead. "You feel fine. Maybe breakfast will help," Lily said, tickling Pinky. She giggled, remembering false things. She wasn't scared. As she ate, Rick and Lily fixed up a totally pink room. Pinky was very happy.
Meanwhile, the three were looking everywhere for Blossom. "Blossom! Blossom! Oh, Blossom!" they yelled, searching all of everywhere. By the days end, they were popped. "We can't stop," Buttercup puffed. "Yeah," Bubbles agreed. Professor, sweaty, ran off with them.
For many days they searched. Pinky chilled at home, playing and loving Rick and Lily, doing silly things to make them smile, such as dressing up in jewelry and high-heels that were huge. Buttercup, after 3 weeks, yelled in anger.
"We're never going to find her! That man has her and she's a goner!" she yelled, throwing a trash-can. "We will, honey. We all need to rest, though," Professor soothed. "No! We aren't going to find her, and we have to go home!" Buttercup denied. "But honey, she needs us," Professor begged. "We're going to die looking for her non-stop! I'm going home!" Buttercup screamed, throwing a box at him.
She flew away in the rain, then turned. "Come on, Bubbles! Lets go!" she said. "Buttercup, we can't give up! Blossom's our sister!" Bubbles begged. "Face it, Bubbles! It's raining, we're tired, and even if we did find her she would be dead already!" Buttercup spat. "D-d-dead?" Bubbles squeaked. "She's a goner, Bubbles. We can't save her now," Buttercup said.
Bubbles stared at Buttercup for a moment, then burst into a loud wail. "You're right, Buttercup! She's dead, all because.." she sobbed. Buttercup expected her to say 'we,' but she wailed, "I didn't save her! I should look after you two but I didn't!" "Bubbles, we look after each other. I take blame as well," Buttercup reminded. "She's dead and it's all my fault!" Bubbles screamed, bolting away in tears.
Professor and Buttercup stared at the fading blue streak, and Buttercup began to sniff. "Honey, don't cry," Professor said, though tears were in his eyes. Buttercup floated into his arms and cried with him. They two, exhausted from it all, fell asleep together on the concrete.
As they did that, Bubbles was crying like crazy as she bolted far, far away. She didn't care where she was going as long as she was far away from those two. She landed in a dark and gloomy and wet woods. She ran into a cave, fell to her knees, and cried her eyes out. She sobbed, "All my fault!"
She finally cried herself out. She fell asleep, whispering, "All my fault..."
When she awoke the next morning, she was shivering and chilled to the bone. She was sick from the cold and rain, and needed to find care. Fast. She was so weak, it was all she could do to walk slowly to the nearest house. She collapsed on the doormat, her hand swiping the door bell.
And who opened the door was none other than Pinky.