Bubbles always seemed so bright and cheerful. Her bright blue eyes were always filled with curious wonder, fun and joy. She was always saying something to cheer people up, or working on a colourful new picture. But if you dug deeper into that girl's mind you'd find something quite alarming. She was really just a scared little girl.

She remembered that day. Pounding him into the ground. Trying not not cry. Trying to ignore his big toothy grin as she hit him harder. "YOU JUST STAY AWAY FROM ME! YOU COME NEAR ME AGAIN AND I'LL…I'LL…" The red-skinned demon smiled even more widely. "What's wrong Bubbles? Cat got your tongue?" Bubbles turned her back to his grinning face willing herself desperately not to cry. "Just leave me alone."

She felt his breath on her neck. "Oh, I could never do that," his soft voice purred. "See Bubbles, whenever you brush your hair at night and think there's something lurking in the shadows of the mirror, whenever you hear something tapping at the window late at night, when you have that distict feeling of being watched…" his hands were on her shoulders now and his voice in her ear. "That's always me. I'll always be here. Whether you like it or no…." but Bubbles didn't want to listen anymore. Sending one bone shattering punch to his jaw, she flew as fast as she could away from his face, his voice.

And at night, with her sisters asleep next to her she huddled in bed terrified. Long shadowy fingers crawled on the wall getting nearer to her bed, crawling under bed sheets and getting closer, closer. Crawling up her legs, up her thighs, and she would be to scared to cry, make a sound. If she twisted and squirmed the hands would pin her down and a voice would whisper, "struggle all you like baby. It'll just make this more fun…"