V

Blossom looked out the window, feeling the scar on her forehead. The sun shined brightly outside. She wondered where Buttercup was for a brief, fleeting moment, and then remembered that she was at Townsville Jr. High.

She sighed. It was fascinating, this younger Blossom. She seemed to be having hallucinations. Like maybe she was possessed. It was all too familiar to this Blossom. The younger one seemed to also be slightly psychologically scarred, from what she had no idea. The other two younger PpG were still unconscious, still dreaming. She felt a brief sadness, then smiled as Brent neared.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"I…I don't know. I've just been feeling strange…like something horrible is waiting to happen."

Brent nodded. "Same here. I'm not entirely sure what's going on, but something's changed. Here. Everywhere. It's like-"

"There's a hole in the universe. I felt it too. A dark abyss. It's not the Dark Three again, that I know for sure. But what in the name of God is it?" Blossom said. She suddenly felt a pain in the back of her head. It was here.

-

The 5-year-old Blossom Utonium glanced around. She was engulfed in darkness, not sure of anything. I was trying to speak to her.

"Blossom," I said calmingly. "Do you here me?"

"Yeah-huh…"

"It's me. Secret7, that is. You need to run. Get the device I gave you and run. Get out of this dimension, and fast. It's all deteriorating…everything is broken up."

A packet of yeast appeared in thin air, a creation of the unconscious mind. It splattered all over my head.

"That was pleasant," I muttered. "Stop fooling around. You need to wake up. You could be my last hope. If the dark one is who I think it is, you are the greatest weapon against it."

"Who's that?" Blossom whispered.

I looked behind me. A mammoth hand grabbed me, pulling me back. "You have to wake up! Don't let him take you! Use the device! Go to 91125!" I shouted. My voice faded into nothingness, and Blossom woke up.

-

"What the…" Blossom muttered.

The older Blossom shook her again. "You need to wake up! Look outside!"

She did, and her eyes widened. Blood covered the streets of the city. The crimson rain poured down, terrifying everyone outside.

"91125…" Blossom whispered.

The elder one looked down, a curious look on her face. "What?"

"That's where Secret7 told me to go. 91125."

"Who's Secret7?"

"He's the writer…he caused all of this. On accident, that is. Something he created years ago…"

"A writer?" The elder Blossom said with disbelief. "I don't have time for this. Buttercup and Bubbles are back at school. I need to see if they're alright…"

"Trust me. Or…trust yourself. Either way," (she chuckled) "it's the same person."

They looked into each other's eyes. "I believe you," the teenage Blossom admitted. "But what can we do about it?"

"91125," Blossom simply replied.

Everything started to shake.

No…not FlameX. You monster…

I'm the monster! You're the one who abandoned me to rot!

Who are you?

An enemy, and a former ally.

The world of flames began to ebb and flow, and the dimension hoppers felt it.

"We need to leave now!" Blossom shouted over the strange feeling throughout the dimension.

"What about the others?" the other asked.

The younger Blossom felt a tear run down her cheek. "There's no hope for them. We don't have time."

Another earthquake devastated some of the buildings.

Blossom pulled out the device, and began typing in the sacred number. Her older counterpart held her hand.

They vanished, and the world of FlameX faded into nothingness…

End of Chapter V