A PpG 'alternate reality' fan fiction
By I am a good fighter
DISCLAIMER: Powerpuff Girls created by Craig McCracken and all characters associated with the show are owned by Cartoon Network
Story idea adapted from the novel 'Replay' (c) 1986 by Ken Grimwood
This story is rated PG-13
'For the first time ever in my life, I managed to say something before I died.'
I know, Dear Diary; that sounds really strange. But things were about to get even stranger. From everything my friend and I had guessed, our deaths should have been it. We should be in heaven, hell or wherever it was we were going. But we were wrong. Or, I was, at least. I couldn't really speak for him, could I?
I was streaking toward the belly of the porcupine monster. Buttercup was already stomping it, good, and Bubbles was nearly to its head, ready to bash it in. I've had time to think about it, and I realize that this was just like the first time, so long ago now. There wasn't time for me to think about how to avoid what had to be coming. So I got my licks in, too. When it looked to me like the thing was finished, I stood up and started to tell Buttercup to get rid of it. That's when I felt the bee sting again, and I was on my knees, watching the quill sail through the parked car.
It wasn't EXACTLY like the first time. I remembered that at moving in slow motion, now it was over in seconds. I saw the anguish on their faces, felt their tears falling on me, tasted the blood in my mouth. Felt them hugging me and heard Buttercup's sobbing plea. Saw Bubbles watch: 1:17. Felt the icy darkness.
Then, I was alive again, this time a few feet closer to the monster than before, but the rest of it was the same. There was no time to think, no chance to react. In the next few minutes, hours? Nanoseconds? I have no idea. I must have died a hundred times. It was like one of those flip movies we used to make. You know, when you draw something on the bottom of a pad, and on the next page you draw the same thing a little bit farther along, doing whatever it is you want to show. Then when you're done, you flip the pages and it's like a little movie. That's what it was like. Pounding on the monster, standing up, the bee sting. Over and over and over. Their faces, their shouts, the tears, the blood, Buttercup's choked words; all of it whirled into a kaleidoscope of torment that wouldn't end. Finally, this HAD to be what Hell was. My brain screamed out "Please, make it stop, make it STOP, MAKE IT STOP!!!" Then, there was only blackness.
