Hmmmm...My night has come again. I don't think I'll get this whole chapter
done in one night....so, oh well. I'll try to make this forsaken story
longer, as it burns the eyes of catholic school children. This chapter as
well. But if not, then you'll simply have to wait for your next fix. Yes,
Fix, not fic...fix. Some people seem to be so hooked on good fanfiction,
its almost like a drug. Well, I don't think of this as good, but you sure
do. Either way, I show you into the deepest pits of my psyche and bring
you my story. Now read, you mindless drones of the mundane...do something
outside the walls of normality. Read.
~~~~~ TTOAMM 1:21 AM
Coming Loose
By The Tears Of A Mad Man
Click.
Buttercup opened yet another webpage as she searched the world wide web. She had found a lot of stuff. She had no idea that there were so many Powerpuff websites! Almost everyone of them were about Blossom. Buttercups eye twitched as she saw yet another Blossom "Shrine". There were so many of those...and she found a few for Bubbles too, but so far not one on herself...
Finally, she saw "Buttercup Links". She smiled a little. At least there were SOME people who liked her. She clicked it, and went to a new page. Her eyes got a bit wider as she saw a few of the links...
"The Kill Buttercup Flash Game!"
"Butchs Shrine"
"Top Reasons Buttercup Is A Dyke"
"The Anti-Green Team"
Buttercups eyes filled with tears. "I...But I..." Buttercup clicked the X in the corner, shutting the page down. "But...I'm...A Powerpuff girl..." Her lip trembled, and she started to cry. Warm tears ran down her face. She wasn't crying hard, but rather simply stairing into the screen. Why did they hate her so much? Because she was so different? She never did anything that bad...
She clicked the X once again, but its to bad she missed the last link on that page...
"Go To Our Sister Site : The We Love Buttercup Fanclub!"
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She locked the door to the bathroom as she entered. A few dryed tears were on her face once again. Why did she have to be so hated...I mean, she tried to be a good Powerpuff girl. She did what she always thought was best. But it didn't matter...only the "Perfect" and "Pretty" ones ever got anything...but Buttercup knew she'd never be either of those. She was the outcast. She was the by-product of the perfect girl. She'd never be leader...never be anything...
More tears came now, but heavier. She learned on the sink with her head in her arms, crying. She weaped over what she wanted. She weaped over what was done. And she weaped over what she could never be.
Her wet face slowly looked around the sink and soon found the thing she felt she needed oh so badly.
The Razor.
She slowly tembled her hand towards the dull gray blade, and picked it up. Even though the blade had no shine to it, it had a shine in Buttercups eyes. It helps with the pain...it made everything so much easier...it was a way out. With her other tembling hand, she lifted her gown. She placed the cool razor to her heated skin. A smile was spreading already, just waiting for the release. She pushed it into her skin ,and slid it downwards. Her eyes slowly started to shut and her mouth started to widen. Oh god...
Bliss...
Blood slowly slid down her stomach to her white panties, which soaked in the red liquid. Buttercups eyes were totally closed, her mouth open but in a smile. There was no way to describe the feeling...the pain wasn't pain anymore...it was something beyond pleasure. She turned around, and slid to the floor. Leaning against the sink, she sat there. Bleeding. The cut wasn't too deep...just deep enough to make her soul melt.
Those horrid thoughts of powerlessness, hate, and envy were no longer in her mind...
Only the bleeding, pulsing pleasure...
Only the pleasure...
The pleasure...
Pleasure......
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Morning. Blossom slowly opened her eyes to the sunshine on her face. She sat up, yawned and looked at her two sisters...
Bubbles was hugging her Octi, a bright smile on her face. She looked like she didn't have a trouble in the world. But Buttercup...Something didn't seem right. It looked like she was crying in her sleep...
Her eyes were clenched shut, her mouth in a small frown. Her pillow was wet, and her part of the cover was twisted around her. "Buttercup...?" Blossom said, putting her hand on her sisters shoulder. Buttercup twitched, but stayed asleep. Blossom was very concerned...she had never seen Buttercup like this before. She didn't want to wake her, so the least Blossom could do was make her more comfortable. The tugged a little on the blanket, pulled it up and recovered her sister. Once she did that though, she blinked. What was that? Lifting the cover again, she saw something odd...
Blood.
The was a small blood stain on the front of Buttercups nightie. It was on her belly. "What could that be from...?" Blossom thought outloud. She touched it softly. It was still wet. Blossom blinked. What the...?
Around this time, Buttercup started to move. She was waking up. Blossom gasp, throwing the cover over her again, and laid back down. Just as she covered back up, Buttercup opened her eyes. She sat up and looked over to her two sisters. The Perfect one...and the Pretty one...
Buttercup looked away, and got off the bed. Looking down at her gown, she muttered the word "fuck". Blossom had her head turned away from Buttercup, so she didn't she her eyes get a bit wider. Buttercup took off her nightie, and threw it in a pile of dirty cloths. She then looked down at her panties, which also had blood on it. "Dammit!" She said a bit too loud, as it made Bubbles stur. Buttercup looked towards her for a second. After reassuring herself that Bubbles doesn't wake up that easy, she went over to her dresser. Removing all her cloths, she picked out a fresh set. "Ahh...Here we go." Buttercup put the items on, picked up her bloodied cloths ,and walked out of the room to the bathroom.
"What's going on...?" Muttered Blossom...
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The bathroom again.
Buttercup didn't even look at the razor this time. This time she had to cover up what she had already done. Throwing her dirty cloths in the sink, she grabbed a tub of color-safe bleach and pored it on. Turning on the sink full power, she started washing out the blood spots. She scrubbed hard on her panties, trying to get rid of the stain. but it wasn't coming out as easily as she had hoped. After awhile she got fed up with it, and got the pure bleach. She took her Nightie out of the sink, sense it would turn white. Poring the bleach on the panties, she had to watch out not to get it on anything else. After awhile ,the blood stain was totally gone out of her underwear, and now all she had to do was the gown. "Oh screw it!" She said as she threw the nightie into the dirty cloths. "I'll tell the Professor it was from some battle or something...he'll buy it." Buttercup said to herself. Prof. Utonium would be easy to fool...but her sisters would be a little harder. Buttercup shrugged. "Oh well," she said, "I'll think of something..."
She cleaned up her little mess, put the bottles back where they were, and headed out of the bathroom. Once she opened the door, however, she came eye to eye with Blossom. "Wha?! Oh, hi Blossom. Why didn't you knock?"
"What's going on, Buttercup?" Blossom asked.
Cuppo was taken back. "What do you mean, Red?"
"You know what I mean!" She responded. "I saw that blood! Why was it on you?"
Buttercup looked around nervously. "I don't know what you mean!"
Blossom folded her arms, and responded. "I know, Buttercup. About your secret. and I'm gonna tell the Professor. Its better that way."
"No! Please don't!" Buttercup pleaded.
"What's going on up here?" A voice came from the stairs. Soon, the Professors form came into view. He approached the girls.
"Professor! Buttercup-"
"NO!!!" Buttercup yelled, clamping her hand around Blossoms mouth. Thoughts went crazy in Buttercups head. Oh no please don't let him find out oh god shut up Red shut up SHUT UP!!!
Pushing Buttercup off and into a wall, Blossom quickly yelled...
"BUTTERCUPS A VAMPIRE!!!"
Buttercup blinked a few times...and started to laugh. "Ahahaha!! You thought I was a VAMPIRE?! AHAHAHA!!" Buttercup laughed as she walked away from the two, both with looks of confusing on their faces...
End of Chapter 3
Hmmm...Seems Buttercup is getting a little more careless...
Oh well. If you still enjoy this little bit of hell, good for you. It just means you are as fucked up as I always hoped. I will work on the next chapter soon, so keep your attack dogs and father-in-laws at bay.
~~~~~ TTOAMM 1:21 AM
Coming Loose
By The Tears Of A Mad Man
Click.
Buttercup opened yet another webpage as she searched the world wide web. She had found a lot of stuff. She had no idea that there were so many Powerpuff websites! Almost everyone of them were about Blossom. Buttercups eye twitched as she saw yet another Blossom "Shrine". There were so many of those...and she found a few for Bubbles too, but so far not one on herself...
Finally, she saw "Buttercup Links". She smiled a little. At least there were SOME people who liked her. She clicked it, and went to a new page. Her eyes got a bit wider as she saw a few of the links...
"The Kill Buttercup Flash Game!"
"Butchs Shrine"
"Top Reasons Buttercup Is A Dyke"
"The Anti-Green Team"
Buttercups eyes filled with tears. "I...But I..." Buttercup clicked the X in the corner, shutting the page down. "But...I'm...A Powerpuff girl..." Her lip trembled, and she started to cry. Warm tears ran down her face. She wasn't crying hard, but rather simply stairing into the screen. Why did they hate her so much? Because she was so different? She never did anything that bad...
She clicked the X once again, but its to bad she missed the last link on that page...
"Go To Our Sister Site : The We Love Buttercup Fanclub!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
She locked the door to the bathroom as she entered. A few dryed tears were on her face once again. Why did she have to be so hated...I mean, she tried to be a good Powerpuff girl. She did what she always thought was best. But it didn't matter...only the "Perfect" and "Pretty" ones ever got anything...but Buttercup knew she'd never be either of those. She was the outcast. She was the by-product of the perfect girl. She'd never be leader...never be anything...
More tears came now, but heavier. She learned on the sink with her head in her arms, crying. She weaped over what she wanted. She weaped over what was done. And she weaped over what she could never be.
Her wet face slowly looked around the sink and soon found the thing she felt she needed oh so badly.
The Razor.
She slowly tembled her hand towards the dull gray blade, and picked it up. Even though the blade had no shine to it, it had a shine in Buttercups eyes. It helps with the pain...it made everything so much easier...it was a way out. With her other tembling hand, she lifted her gown. She placed the cool razor to her heated skin. A smile was spreading already, just waiting for the release. She pushed it into her skin ,and slid it downwards. Her eyes slowly started to shut and her mouth started to widen. Oh god...
Bliss...
Blood slowly slid down her stomach to her white panties, which soaked in the red liquid. Buttercups eyes were totally closed, her mouth open but in a smile. There was no way to describe the feeling...the pain wasn't pain anymore...it was something beyond pleasure. She turned around, and slid to the floor. Leaning against the sink, she sat there. Bleeding. The cut wasn't too deep...just deep enough to make her soul melt.
Those horrid thoughts of powerlessness, hate, and envy were no longer in her mind...
Only the bleeding, pulsing pleasure...
Only the pleasure...
The pleasure...
Pleasure......
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Morning. Blossom slowly opened her eyes to the sunshine on her face. She sat up, yawned and looked at her two sisters...
Bubbles was hugging her Octi, a bright smile on her face. She looked like she didn't have a trouble in the world. But Buttercup...Something didn't seem right. It looked like she was crying in her sleep...
Her eyes were clenched shut, her mouth in a small frown. Her pillow was wet, and her part of the cover was twisted around her. "Buttercup...?" Blossom said, putting her hand on her sisters shoulder. Buttercup twitched, but stayed asleep. Blossom was very concerned...she had never seen Buttercup like this before. She didn't want to wake her, so the least Blossom could do was make her more comfortable. The tugged a little on the blanket, pulled it up and recovered her sister. Once she did that though, she blinked. What was that? Lifting the cover again, she saw something odd...
Blood.
The was a small blood stain on the front of Buttercups nightie. It was on her belly. "What could that be from...?" Blossom thought outloud. She touched it softly. It was still wet. Blossom blinked. What the...?
Around this time, Buttercup started to move. She was waking up. Blossom gasp, throwing the cover over her again, and laid back down. Just as she covered back up, Buttercup opened her eyes. She sat up and looked over to her two sisters. The Perfect one...and the Pretty one...
Buttercup looked away, and got off the bed. Looking down at her gown, she muttered the word "fuck". Blossom had her head turned away from Buttercup, so she didn't she her eyes get a bit wider. Buttercup took off her nightie, and threw it in a pile of dirty cloths. She then looked down at her panties, which also had blood on it. "Dammit!" She said a bit too loud, as it made Bubbles stur. Buttercup looked towards her for a second. After reassuring herself that Bubbles doesn't wake up that easy, she went over to her dresser. Removing all her cloths, she picked out a fresh set. "Ahh...Here we go." Buttercup put the items on, picked up her bloodied cloths ,and walked out of the room to the bathroom.
"What's going on...?" Muttered Blossom...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The bathroom again.
Buttercup didn't even look at the razor this time. This time she had to cover up what she had already done. Throwing her dirty cloths in the sink, she grabbed a tub of color-safe bleach and pored it on. Turning on the sink full power, she started washing out the blood spots. She scrubbed hard on her panties, trying to get rid of the stain. but it wasn't coming out as easily as she had hoped. After awhile she got fed up with it, and got the pure bleach. She took her Nightie out of the sink, sense it would turn white. Poring the bleach on the panties, she had to watch out not to get it on anything else. After awhile ,the blood stain was totally gone out of her underwear, and now all she had to do was the gown. "Oh screw it!" She said as she threw the nightie into the dirty cloths. "I'll tell the Professor it was from some battle or something...he'll buy it." Buttercup said to herself. Prof. Utonium would be easy to fool...but her sisters would be a little harder. Buttercup shrugged. "Oh well," she said, "I'll think of something..."
She cleaned up her little mess, put the bottles back where they were, and headed out of the bathroom. Once she opened the door, however, she came eye to eye with Blossom. "Wha?! Oh, hi Blossom. Why didn't you knock?"
"What's going on, Buttercup?" Blossom asked.
Cuppo was taken back. "What do you mean, Red?"
"You know what I mean!" She responded. "I saw that blood! Why was it on you?"
Buttercup looked around nervously. "I don't know what you mean!"
Blossom folded her arms, and responded. "I know, Buttercup. About your secret. and I'm gonna tell the Professor. Its better that way."
"No! Please don't!" Buttercup pleaded.
"What's going on up here?" A voice came from the stairs. Soon, the Professors form came into view. He approached the girls.
"Professor! Buttercup-"
"NO!!!" Buttercup yelled, clamping her hand around Blossoms mouth. Thoughts went crazy in Buttercups head. Oh no please don't let him find out oh god shut up Red shut up SHUT UP!!!
Pushing Buttercup off and into a wall, Blossom quickly yelled...
"BUTTERCUPS A VAMPIRE!!!"
Buttercup blinked a few times...and started to laugh. "Ahahaha!! You thought I was a VAMPIRE?! AHAHAHA!!" Buttercup laughed as she walked away from the two, both with looks of confusing on their faces...
End of Chapter 3
Hmmm...Seems Buttercup is getting a little more careless...
Oh well. If you still enjoy this little bit of hell, good for you. It just means you are as fucked up as I always hoped. I will work on the next chapter soon, so keep your attack dogs and father-in-laws at bay.