Bubbles' condition was getting worse. She needed help, desperately. The girls arrived home after watching Mojo Jojo leave their lives forever. They didn't want to discourse with the professor. He might not understand his daughter's predicament. So they flew through their circular windows dotted across the second floor.
The girls got their nighties on, and crawled into bed without uttering a word. Blossom and Buttercup went out like a light, but on the left side of the bed, the sweet and innocent Powerpuff Girl was in deep thought, consumed by a deep fear.
She kept thinking, Am I really a hero? Am I even thinking straight? It's not my fault Mojo left or the Rowdyryuff Boys are in trouble! Oh who am I kidding? It is. I'm not fit to be a super hero. I'm weak, both physically and mentally! Blossom probably gets over these things quickly, probably seeing it as the circle of life. But she doesn't know what it's like to have the responsibilities and expectations of being the fastest! Everybody in this poor town is counting on me to save everyone's lives...but I can't save them all! Why does Townsville think I am capable of such inhuman feats? Why can't everyone just stop guilt-tripping me!"
Bubbles' eyes became glossy. She couldn't keep facing this problem alone. She has to talk to somebody she could trust. The carolina blue girl crept out of bed while leaving Octi behind, careful not to wake her sisters, and she slowly opened up the creaky bedroom door. Once it was just barely open enough to fit her, she drifted out of the room.
She silently bobbed down the stairs and saw the Professor still awake, watching the news. From the corner of his eye, he saw something move. It was his daughter, to which the Professor proceeded to calmly turn off the television.
He placed the remote beside him and looked up at his little girl. "Sweetie, what are you doing out of bed?" He said with a concerned look that only over-protective parents could do.
Bubbles sat down on her father's lap with her head hung low and her eyes closed. The professor carefully placed a hand on her back.
"Professor?" Bubbles was unaware that her voice would've cracked with emotions. The Professor picked up on his daughters distress, starting to become worried.
"You can tell me anything, Sweetheart." He rubbed her sunshine colored hair.
Bubbles looked up at him with her cyan eyes. "Am I a good hero?"
Utonium seemed surprised at this unexpected question. "What are you talking about? Of course you are! Why wouldn't you?"
Bubbles sniffled. "Because...I'm just not...fast enough!" She started bawling into the Professor's white lab coat.
The Professor was perplexed on what to do next. He obviously decided to delve deeper into his daughter's distress. "Sweetie!" He said over her cries to calm her down. "What do you mean by 'not fast enough?'"
While Bubbles explained to her father, the two were unaware that the other two super heroines heard their sister's cries and they put an ear to the bedroom door, listening in on the conversation.
Blossom looked down onto Buttercup, who looked up at the floating Blossom with worry.
Bubbles stifled her tears briefly to explain. "I'm just not fast enough to save everyone. Everybody thinks I'm the fastest Powerpuff Girl, so they think I'm capable of saving everyone in a monster attack."
She looked up at her dad with watery eyes, which made the Professor's heart hurt with grief to see his daughter like this. "Who told you these awful things?" He said in a commanding voice, but not meant to hurt Bubbles.
"Isn't it obvious Professor? I've passed by the cemetery a couple of times, and there's always a funeral going on their. And everybody gives me nasty looks! They-they hate me daddy! They think I'm an awful super her-" She buried her face in her hands and cried once more.
The way Bubbles said 'daddy' made the scientist's heart sink. He ran his hand through Bubbles' nicely groomed hair. "Those people don't hate you Bubbles, they're just...upset they lost a part of the family. But they certainly don't hate you! Nobody can hold a grudge against any of you girls..." He paused and looked up at the bedroom door to make sure Blossom or Buttercup wasn't there. He leaned over and whispered,"...especially you Bubbles."
The light blue girl looked up at her father with a faint smile. "Do ya really think so?" She said rubbing her large eyes.
The professor gave a heartwarming smile and nodded. At that instant, Bubbles' two sisters flung open their white bedroom door they flew over the railing towards the family.
Blossom sat to the professor's left and Buttercup sat on his other knee not occupied by Bubbles. The two bore comforting smiles as they made their contributions in aiding their troubled sister.
Buttercup patted Bubbles on the back and said, "Yeah Bubbles, this town actually loves you the most out of any of us!"
Bubbles giggled with child-like innocence. "No way!"
The powerpuff wearing the lime green nightie, still smiling, laughed. "No, really! And who wouldn't? People love watching your interviews on T.V.! You have the most views!"
Bubbles smiled broadly, but stopped. "Whose the lowest?" Buttercup started laughing, almost falling off the professor's knee if it weren't for him placing a hand on her back. Blossom had her arms folded, pouting like a small child.
Bubbles snickered. "Aw, no!
But Blossom didn't let this bother her. She was the most mature so she didn't allow this to get to her. The father of three removed his hand from Bubbles head and wrapped it around the red head, pulling her in.
The professor, still laughing a little at Buttercup's reveal, said to the leader, "And we all love you, Blossom."
Blossom stuck out her lower lip a little and breathed heavily, causing her bangs to blow up a little. "I know, professor." She turned to Bubbles, softening the expression on her face. "But Bubbles, seriously. You shouldn't blame yourself for what happened these people. It's okay to mourn the losses, but blaming yourself isn't goo for you. It's unhealthy."
Bubbles flicked her wrist. "I know now Blossom. Thank you."
The smartest one sensed Bubbles didn't seem to care. "I mean it Bubbles." She said with a serious tone added. "I'm saying this not to be bossy, but because I care about you. These thoughts of blame is what's making you think the town wants you to 'be the ultimate hero," She said is a heroic voice. "and save every life that's threatened!' Nobody, not even Superman, is capable of that. And if you were, then you'd be overworked and under alot of stress."
Bubbles nodded, actually acknowledging what her intelligent sister is saying. Buttercup and the Professor were tuned in as well. "Basically, what I'm saying here, is don't torture yourself with these senses of doubt. Just save everyone that you can and the town will be happy!" Blossom looked straight ahead with a poker face. "I've learned something on my own a while back. I wanted to go to this college more than anything. I want to utilize my full potential in the future. But I had to face the facts: As long as creeps like Fuzzy Lumpkins and Him are around, than my future is here."
She then gave a look that reflected gladness. "Besides, I like helping people. I like fighting. So until the world's a peaceful place, my destiny is here!"
Bubbles swallowed. "Thank you, Blossom." Her throat was dry and her voice cracked. She understood. Blossom is always going to be a super hero as long as there is crime in the world. But of course, there is always going to be crime in the world, which included death.
So Bubbles concluded with instead of grieving over every little life around the entire world, she should just do her best and everybody will like her.
The Professor pulled his daughters in and initiated a group hug. "You girls are perfect in every way." He said whole-heartedly. He looked down at his daughters with their tiny arms attempting to wrap around his neck.
"We love you professor." They simultaneously said. The professor always wondered how the girls did that.
"Now how about I carry you three up to bed?" No response. "Girls? Girls!" He looked down, only to find his three little girls went to sleep in his arms. They looked like little angels.
Instead of taking the risk of awakening them, Utonium didn't get up. He just fell asleep on the aqua-marine colored sofa with his children cradled in his arms, sound asleep.
