NOTE: This is where it gets very interesting. Now EVERYBODY is in the
FUTURE.
Okay, it's not quite 10 reviews, but I'll give you what you want! I worked
really hard on the next three chapters. This is when it will be hard to
tell the difference between the present anf future PPG, but I'll try to
make it less confusing for you. If you're still reading this note, you have
no life and should continue reading the story instead.
Chapter 8:
"Hold on!" Buttercup shouted. Bubbles stopped telling the story and looked at Buttercup. "You've had two turns," she pointed at Bubbles, "and she's had two turns," pointing at Blossom, "I think I should tell this next part."
"Go ahead, I don't like this next part." Bubbles placed a blanket on her head to drown out the story and let Buttercup continue.
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The younger Blossom and Buttercup had flown to the center of Townsville. Given the fact that the future Bubbles was looking for them, they knew it wouldn't be too long beforeshe found them.
"What do we do now," Buttercup asked. She was losing patience real fast. Blossom shrugged.
"I guess we just stand here, she might take a while." Blossom was beginning to get tired, but that changed when she heard evil laugter behind them.
Blossom and Buttercup turned around, and there stood the future Bubbles. She obviously was Bubbles, but there was something not right about her. She still wore her now very long, flowing hair into two pigtails, which may have made her look cuter if they weren't in a tangled mess. She wore a black dress with a small blue streak across the middle. What made Blossom begin to regret her desicion was the face she wore as she looked at them. She was smiling.
"How brave of you two to come wandering alone to face me," She began, "I missed you barely at the cemetary, but I took care of Miss Bellum before I searched after you two. I searched the insane assylum, but that was empty, too. So I figured you were roaming around the streets somewhere. Now that I've found you, I can finish you off. Who'd like to go first? How about you, Blossom." From her hands flowed a dark blue flame. She cupped it into her hands and flexed her arm back. It sailed forward. Buttercup thought about saving her sister, but she knew the fireball was going too fast. She grimaced and looked in the opposite direction as the flame sparked and flew directly at Blossom. Blssom didn't even have enough time to dodge. After a couple of seconds, Buttercup opened her eyes.
Chapter 8:
"Hold on!" Buttercup shouted. Bubbles stopped telling the story and looked at Buttercup. "You've had two turns," she pointed at Bubbles, "and she's had two turns," pointing at Blossom, "I think I should tell this next part."
"Go ahead, I don't like this next part." Bubbles placed a blanket on her head to drown out the story and let Buttercup continue.
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The younger Blossom and Buttercup had flown to the center of Townsville. Given the fact that the future Bubbles was looking for them, they knew it wouldn't be too long beforeshe found them.
"What do we do now," Buttercup asked. She was losing patience real fast. Blossom shrugged.
"I guess we just stand here, she might take a while." Blossom was beginning to get tired, but that changed when she heard evil laugter behind them.
Blossom and Buttercup turned around, and there stood the future Bubbles. She obviously was Bubbles, but there was something not right about her. She still wore her now very long, flowing hair into two pigtails, which may have made her look cuter if they weren't in a tangled mess. She wore a black dress with a small blue streak across the middle. What made Blossom begin to regret her desicion was the face she wore as she looked at them. She was smiling.
"How brave of you two to come wandering alone to face me," She began, "I missed you barely at the cemetary, but I took care of Miss Bellum before I searched after you two. I searched the insane assylum, but that was empty, too. So I figured you were roaming around the streets somewhere. Now that I've found you, I can finish you off. Who'd like to go first? How about you, Blossom." From her hands flowed a dark blue flame. She cupped it into her hands and flexed her arm back. It sailed forward. Buttercup thought about saving her sister, but she knew the fireball was going too fast. She grimaced and looked in the opposite direction as the flame sparked and flew directly at Blossom. Blssom didn't even have enough time to dodge. After a couple of seconds, Buttercup opened her eyes.