Pumpkinpuff Ghoul II
written by "Lord" Andy
Epilogue
At first, there was nothing. There was quite possibly no existence at all. But as the individual sat there, it realized something. It was contemplating existence. And if it was going that, then it had to exist! After all, if you said that you don't know anything, then that means you do know something – you know that you don't know anything, which is still knowing something.
And just as that person was thinking that, she started hearing the most comforting sound she had ever heard. It was a constant beep, beep, beeping of a heart monitor. Blossom slowly opened her eyes. The room was completely white a hospital again! She turned her head to her left and indeed saw that bouncing green line measuring her heartbeats. It almost broke her heart to see that. Realizing something she never saw before, she smiled. Never before had see seen the significance of what that little measurement meant. She only wished she could've learned it a much, much different way.
She looked past the machines monitoring her and out the window. She was surprised to see that the trees outside were covered in a warm blanket that was everything but warm. It was winter, and snow had covered all of Townsville. It almost felt like she had only fallen asleep for a short while, only to awake to a new winter wonderland.
"Good to see that you're all right Blossom."
Upon hearing a familiar voice, Blossom looked towards the door. But to her surprise, she found that there was nobody there! She looked around the room. She had heard somebody, but where was that voice coming from?
"Blossom? Blossom, it's me." The voice said again.
"Brick?" Blossom gasped, realizing the voice was actually coming from inside her own head. "But I thought you were were "
"Dead?"
" yeah."
"Well, I'm not going to lie to you Blossom." Brick's voice said sadly. "But I'm afraid I am dead."
"Oh " Blossom sadly said, wishing that he really were still alive. She couldn't believe what she had done to him!
"And if you're still upset over what happened, don't me." Brick said. "I know it was Buttercup."
Blossom made a confused face. "Can't you hear my thoughts like Buttercup?"
"No, Buttercup was completely in your body." Brick pointed out. "I got out before you stopped Buttercup in that brave mood."
Blossom gasped. "So that was you who stopped Buttercup from killing the Professor back there?"
"It sure was!" Brick's voice answered proudly. "I wish I could've gotten rid of her completely, but after four years she had a very strong grip to you. Besides, I wasn't used to being uhm, well, someone like you. That's why she could do more then manipulate your dreams and then your reality. I'm willing to bet it was her doing that made you so susceptible to pain back there when you tried lifting up that heavy truck. It was all part of her plan to break you down enough so that she could take you completely over."
"So so what happened to Buttercup anyway?"
"Her own anger and non-thoughtfulness let her to her own destruction." Explained Brick. "She was so overcome by her hate and the hate you had against what she was doing that it completely snuffed her out. Think of it as a modern day Rumplestiltskin. Plus I think the chemical reaction of antidote-X against chemical-X knocked her out as well."
"Oh, I see." The two of them were quiet for a little while. "So are you going to be sticking around or what?"
"No, I can't." Brick said sadly. "They only let me stick around to talk to you for a bit once you came to. How Buttercup got inside you in the first place is a matter I don't think anybody will ever figure out. I'm glad to see you're okay."
"Thank you." Blossom muttered, suddenly becoming rather said and pulled the covers up higher on her. "I'm sorry this happened to you."
"Well don't worry about it." Brick said softly. "Just be glad that I was here long enough to get to know you a little bit, and to get you to trust your older brothers."
"You mean younger brothers?" Chuckled Blossom.
Brick laughed. "I think you're going to be just fine Blossom. But talk to the Professor and learn from him as well as others. After all, I hope to see you again some day. But for now, goodbye Blossom."
"Goodbye Brick." Blossom said. A second later, she could've sworn that she saw a ghostly red beam disappearing in the sky.
Blossom let out a sigh, which quickly turned into a yawn. She wiggled under the covers, eager to get out and see the world. But as she jumped out of bed, she was surprised to find herself landing right on her tush on the ground with a bump.
"Ow!" Blossom moaned, rubbing her backside. "What happened."
She stood up on two wobbly legs, pulling herself up with the help of her IV stand. She jumped into the air, only to find that she came straight back onto the ground. Curious, she squinted her eyes. Nothing. She took a deep breath and blew. Nothing. She punched her bed as hard as she could. She shook her fist in pain, but still nothing. All her powers were gone.
Blossom let out a small moan of grief. At first she was completely depressed that everything that she thought that had made her special was gone. But then she realized how lucky she was to simply be alive. Besides, almost every other single person on the world was doing fine without super powers.
She looked up at the sound of somebody coming into the room. Her heart filled with joy to see it was none other then the Professor. He stopped in the doorway and looked at Blossom. All she could do was look back. And so the two of them stood there looking at each other, creator to creation. Then, Blossom saw a small tear roll down the Professor's face that was slowly turning into a smile. Tears building up in her own eyes, Blossom couldn't help but smile.
The Professor then ran up to Blossom as fast as he was able to. Blossom stood waiting for him, holding her arms up to him. The Professor scooped her up in his arms and burried her in a warm hug. The two of them stood there, swaying in the quietness of the room.
"Oh Blossom, I'm so glad you're awake again." The Professor eventually said.
"And I'm glad to see that you're all right." Blossom replied.
"Blossom, I'm so sorry all of this had to happen." The Professor said, wiping away a tear falling down his face.
"Well at least it's all over now, isn't it?" She asked.
"Yes, yes we all believe so." The Professor confessed, the two of them sitting down on the bed. "Pretty much everything is under control again."
"That's good." Blossom said, kicking her feet off the side of the bed. "It looks like my days being a super hero are over with, huh?"
The Professor nodded. "Yes I'm afraid they are. But you should be very thankful that you're still alive. Inserting antidote-X into your system like that could have wiped out all the chemical-X in your body, and that would have killed you! Fortunately, all it did was permanently erase all the super powers you had by only counteracting those qualities."
"I guess it could have been much worse." Blossom mumbled. The two of them looked up when they heard a rapping at the doorway.
"Someone's here to see you Blossom." The Professor declared as Boomer slowly walking into the room.
"Hey Blossom, glad to see you're all right." He shyly said.
"Yeah, great to see you too." Blossom happily said. "But I hope this is the last time I wake up in a hospital like this."
Boomer chuckled a bit. "So I heard you lost your super powers or something, huh?"
The Professor gave Boomer an angry look, but Blossom grabbed his shoulder. "It's okay Professor." She said, then turned back to Boomer. "Yes, I'm guess I'm just your average little girl now. Minus the different looking body, that is."
Boomer nodded in response. Just then, something dawned on Blossom. "Wait, where's Butch? Is he all right?"
The Professor and Boomer exchanged worried glances. "Yes he is okay Blossom." The Professor eventually replied. "His body will heal with some rehab and some time. However, I think it will be a much longer while until his attitude towards you heals itself. And I think you know about Brick."
"Yes yes I do " Blossom said sadly. She had a feeling Butch was probably going to hate her more after all of this. And the brave, but saddening fight against Brick was still haunting her in her mind.
"Now I can't speak for Butch," Boomer went on, "but from the way I've seen you handle yourself over those past few days, I must say I was impressed!"
"Thank you!" Blossom happily said. "But like I said, I've lost all those super powers."
Boomer smiled. "I wasn't talking about physical strength." He laughed. "I gotta addmit, at first I didn't know what to think of you. I thought you would be an annoying nuisance getting in our way back at home. But now, I guess I can say that you're pretty cool for a girl."
Blossom gave him little smile. "And you're pretty nice for a boy."
"Okay you two, that's enough!" The Professor said, getting up from the bed. "Your brother is right. We need to go home."
"I'm going home?" Blossom said in surprise. "I thought I was going to be taken to the funny farm or something."
The Professor laughed at his for a second, then quickly became serious. "No Blossom. We think we've figured it all out that it was Buttercup. We've seen many sides of the story, now we just have to see yours."
As Blossom bounced on the bed a little out of pure joy, the Professor turned to Boomer. "Go find the doctor and tell him that Blossom's up. Then we can get her out of her as soon as possible."
"All right Dad!" Boomer said, then zipped out of the room.
"Do they have to run a whole bunch of tests on me like they did the last time I woke up?" Blossom asked. "I mean, I haven't been knocked out for another four years have I?"
"No, it's only been about four weeks." Counted the Professor. "And the doctor's aren't even sure if you've been out of it for all four of those weeks. They kept making sure you were out during all the operations."
"Operations?" Blossom asked, confused.
"Oh, haven't you noticed it yet?" The Professor said with a smile. "Now that you've lost your super powers, all normal medical tools can work on you now. Not only were the doctors able to patch all of you up "
Eyes going wide, Blossom immediately pulled up her hospital gown to take a look. She was surprised to see that the bandages covering her stomach and back were significantly small. This told her that the massive scars were much smaller, and that they had worked on her some more. Feeling around, she found that the wounds on her thigh and back were now just your permanent yet average red lines. Holding her breath, Blossom could only hold her shaky hand up to the left side of her face.
" but plastic surgeons as well." Concluded the Professor.
Blossom felt her left cheek. The one massive and deep trench was gone. In its place was a much smaller and less deep scar. She bit her lip, too happy to even cry. Good can come out of the worst situations after all.
"The Professor started walking out of the room. "Now if you'll excuse me for a minute I'm going to make a few phone calls to let everybody know that you're okay. I'm be back in just a minute."
Blossom smiled lovingly. "Okay Daddy!"
She sat there on the hospital bed, waiting. A second later the Professor's head shot back in through the doorway.
" What did you say?" He asked.
"I called you by what I should have always called you." Blossom proudly stated. "You're like a father to me, and I know that I'm a daughter to you."
Tears flowing from his eyes, the Professor ran over to Blossom and wrapped his arms around her in another big hug. Blossom closed her eyes and squeezed back as hard as she could. For the first time she could show all her love without having to worry about hurting anyone. In fact, it was doing the very opposite.
The city of Townsville slept cuddling under a blanket of snow. Only the lit streetlights and the glowing of the moon created light upon this frozen land. As several small flakes descended upon the already existing groups of flakes, one could swear that the entire place looked in complete peace. And in fact, it was.
After all the events of Townsville that Halloween night, the police chief came to the Utonium home to see if anyone was home. He was shocked to see an injured Professor, a bleeding Butch, and a Blossom having a violent seizure. All three of them were rushed to the hospital to make sure that they would be all right. The Professor was released immediately; he would only have a bruised neck for a while. Butch was operated on all the medical tools of Blossom's they could find. It was a rough job, but one good enough to patch him up and send him home two days later. The Professor was able to help the doctors get Blossom under control and stop the chemical reaction from eating away her whole body.
Princess was also found lying out in the open, but she was rushed off to a bigger and much more expensive hospital. There, she received the best treatment that money could by. It was enough to save her life, but not enough to completely save her face. But it didn't stop there, the government was angry with her from using such a powerful weapon in such an unauthorized way. The local authorities were also mad at her for destroying a whole block of Poke Oaks with her little fight. Enraged over everything, Princess tried suing everybody she could. She brought charges against everyone from the Utonium family to the doctors who saved her life. She ended up loosing every case, and in the end lost something more then more money – respect.
Once everything had settled down enough, the police immediately went into a full-scale search for the truth on what happened. Luckily, unlike last time, there were many wittiness that saw each and every fight. The Professor was a great help as well as Miss Keane, who had witnessed the brave fight between Brick and Blossom. Blossom's diary also provided enough clues to come to the conclusion that Buttercup, and not Blossom, was the true killer after all. It also explained why during Blossom's four-year coma they detected two brain waves inside her head.
But now, most everyone had gone to bed too finally get a good night sleep at these late hours after midnight. In the Utonium house that was could on the outside and toasty enough on the inside was no exception. The Professor and Blossom were still dressed in their normal day cloths in the dark living room lit up by only the static from the TV, both of them asleep. The Professor had spent many hours talking to his daughter, and eventually dosed off after she did, reclining upon the couch. Blossom was lying off to the side, using her father's chest as a pillow. Both of them slept soundly, so they didn't see the dark figure approach them.
The dark figured stared at them for a while. He slowly approached them, glaring angrily at Blossom. Then he slowly raised an average but still deadly butcher's knife over his head. He breathed heavily, still fuming at Blossom.
"I don't care what everybody else says!" Butch muttered under his breath. "Not Dad, not the police, not the doctors, not even a witch doctor can convince me that my sister Buttercup did it. I won't believe it. I said it was Blossom from the beginning, and I know it has to be true. It HAS to be!"
Sweat dripping downs his forehead, Butch looked at Blossom. Her face was sleeping away soundly, tiny little breaths of air escaping her mouth. Butch took a step closer. He knew it was Blossom. He knew what he had to do now. Nobody could stop him now. There was nobody else around, nobody to stop him. Only he could stop the ending of Blossom's terror. It all ended tonight. It ended tonight.
Suddenly the knife dropped from Butch's trembling hand. He fell to his knees gasping for air. For the first time, for the very first time in his life, he had done something different. He had said no.
"No " Butch said to himself, shaking his head. Why did he have to think this way? He had to do what was right, not what he had convinced himself what was right so long ago. He knew what he had to do. As much as he didn't want to do it, as much as he wanted it to be the last thing he ever wanted to have to do, he knew he had to. It was the only way to set things up.
"Professor ?" Butch said, tugging on the man's lab coat until he awoke. "Professor, I have some things I want to confess to you about "
Sitting up in bed with a huge gasp, Princess sucked in air as if she had been holding her breath for to long. She looked around her enormous and expensive room. She was still home; it was only a dream. She had a horrible nightmare that Buttercup had possessed Blossom, and then she ended up getting scared on the face and – no wait, that was real. What she had really dreamed was that a killer rabbit with big pointy teeth, or something stupid was attacking her like that.
Swallowing a huge lump in her throat, Princess slowly got out of her bed, trembling. She seemed completely terrified by her dream still, even though she knew it was just a dream. She slowly and cautiously walked out of her room and to the bathroom for a drink. As she stumbled through the long hallways to the bathroom, she continued to plan her next evil act to take out against the Utonium family.
"Let's see I could bribe the insurance company into cutting their funding from Blossom's hospital bills. The couldn't possible pay them all!" Princess schemed as she filled and drank down a glass of water. "Or maybe I could plant a bomb in that Professor's lab, making it look like some horrible lab explosion. Ooooh, they would be so heart broken! I love being evil and not learning anything!"
As Princess turned off the bathroom light and plunged herself in darkness again, a great sense of fear washed over her again. Even though she had walked through the hallways full of expensive and exquisite things, he couldn't help but be terrified at all the looming objects around her. The pale moonlight reflecting off the snow outside only filled her heart with more terror.
"What's going on? Why am I so scared of everything all of a sudden?" Princess cried, cringing in the middle of one of the halls. "It's like I'm not even myself anymore. It's like I'm more like like "
" Bubbles?" She asked.
THE END?
