A/N Thanks Guys for all the support. Here you go! Chappy 2!

(Bubbles POV)

I watched helplessly as my sisters, my best friend, the love of my life, and his brothers got sucked into a black fog. The fog was all around my legs but instead of dragging me under like the others it cracked and hissed at me. I didn't understand. How was any of this possible?

Brick's door creaked open and out came a wickedly laughing Him that reminded me of Hades. Behind him, like minions, was the Medusa act-a-like, Berserk, and the terrible and most blood thirsty of the evils: Brute. It made my lip curl up animalistically.

"Those fools!" Him cracked and chortled not even noting my existence. "They should have known they're meaningless teen love would set them up to fail!"

"What is she doing here?" Berserk's eyes widened as she caught sight of me.

"Hello, Berserk. Long time no see." I grinned evilly.

"No! No! That no possible!" Brute grunted.

"Him! You said the mist destroyed love and anything that loved!" Berserk yelled still staring at me incredulously. I chuckled. What a sad mistake!

"You never do your homework, do you?" I shook my head. "The reason your evil mist couldn't take me is simply because..."

(Butch's POV)

In the Mist

Shocked, I looked around trying to find Buttercup. I swear if this stupid mist hurt her, I'll – I'll – I'll do something really bad to it!

No. There was everyone sitting on the ground looking confused. We were in the living room it looked liked. There was something weird about it though. Nothing was quite right. There was Bubbles! She wasn't sucked into the mist, I remember! She might know how we got back!

She pulled down the book that was hiding her face and sat up on the couch.

"Hi?" She questioned looking confused. There were little differences about her. Her hair was longer and lighter and her skin was flawless where she usually had light hardly-noticable freckles. "Why are you guys here? I'm pretty sure you all secretly hate me..." She looked way with tears in her eyes.

"What? Why would we hate you!" Boomer yelled looking stunned.

"I don't know, Boomer. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that another girl is having your baby, you are already mad at me for fooling around with your brother, oh and you still haven't even considered asking me to be the baby's godmother. As I see it, that tells me you don't plan on me being around much longer." Bubbles babbles on looking hurt and confused. It sounded so much like Bubbles, but then again Bubbles was never so blunt.

"Where's Blossom?" Buttercup asked her.

"Last time I saw her, she was in her room staring off into her mirror. She's so conceited. She's not even the pretty one – if she wasn't a whore, I doubt guys would pay much attention to her. Anyway, who likes a ginger?" Did she not have a filter for her thoughts. We opened Brick and Blossom's door to find Blossom brushing her hair in the mirror.

"Have to be pretty. Brick won't like me if I'm ugly. Must look perfect." A twin Blossom was mumbling to herself. I looked by my side to see the real Blossom looking humiliated and wide eyed.

"Hi, Blossom. Why are you so insecure?" Buttercup asked holding my hand. She gave it a squeeze to tell me she knew what she was doing.

"Isn't it obvious butt-face!" Blossom 2 yelled. "I'm fat and ugly! I have hair that makes me look like a clown and I can't dye it because of these stupid super human powers that no one appreciates! I save the world again and again, but no! No one says good job Blossom or Thanks! No! What am I useless! I use to be the best! Then Bubbles got pretty and Buttercup got smart! I'm not even the toughest! If I'm not the "est" then what am I!" She freaked out. What kind of universe is this?

"Cool." Buttercup smiled. "It seems like in this universe it's the showcase of how we perceive ourselves." The bathroom door opened and out came Brick 2.

"How's it hanging bro?" I asked kind of enjoying this.

"You know just chilling. I don't get why everyone is worrying. So what if my girlfriend is pregnant and I'm not even the father. I always put on a happy face and grin and bear it. I'm the big brother – I have to be a father-figure to my brothers. I don't know how we're going to buy food this week or pay the bills but no one cares! I can't let anyone see I'm worrying because if I worry- they'll worry!" Brick 2 had an overly cheesy grin on his face.

"You can chill with the sarcasm dude." I grumbled.

"What sarcasm? I'm the good father-figure that doesn't get to have a regular childhood because everyone around me are bloody idiots!" He still wore that grin. I turned to the Real Brick who wore a smile of sorts. Does he really feel that way?

"Hey, Other Me. Where is other Boomer?" Brick asked curiously. Oh no. Are we really going to torture each other?

"He's in the kitchen eating all the food I buy with my hard earned money while he sits around complaining about his life." Brick 2 told him without hestitation.

"What problems does he have! He's gorgeous!" Blossom 2 sobbed. I shook my head. I hope Blossom doesn't actually feel like that. I hope Brick doesn't feel like that. They both seem so... strong... there's no way this is how they actually feel. I followed the others as Boomer begged Brick not to find his brain... that doesn't sound right.

There's no way any of this is true! Bubbles knows we love her and Brick and Blossom aren't complete messes.

When we walked into the kitchen, Boomer 2 was crying like a baby and when he looked at us, he looked terrified.

"Are you okay!" I asked concerned.

"No! I ruin everything that I touch!" He blubbered. "I'm just a kid! How am I supposed to raise a child! Now, I'm not man enough to satisfy the only girl I've ever cared for! I'm a complete loser!"

"Oh! You're not a loser!" Buttercup tried to sound convincing. Just as she hugged him, Buttercup 2 and the other me walked in.

"Hi, newcomers! I'm blind and don't realize other people's issues! I try to act deep when the only thing I think about is Buttercup. Life is wonderful!" Other me smiled. I don't think like that! Okay, so I don't always recognize other people's problems and I might always think about Buttercup – but I don't think like that! Do I? "I'm also insecure but I'll never admit it!"

"Shut up!" I yelled getting somewhat frustrated with the stupid other me.

"Shhhh... I want to see how wrong it gets Buttercup." Brat snickered. She thinks this is a joke? Maybe it is...

"Hey. I'm Buttercup. I know I'm cool. I'm going to marry Butch and get away from my psycho sisters and all their drama. I'm so bored and I'm not afraid to show it." She shrugged. Wow. That sort of sounds like Buttercup.

"What do you think of Blossom and Bubbles as individuals?" Brat asked curiously. I wonder why she isn't here...

"Blossom... well... she's …. different. I wish she would just calm down. I can't handle all her drama. On the other hand, I couldn't live without Bubbles. She might be a bit off sometimes but she is the only one of us that really has a personality. I know you could tell because the rest of us speak like total robots." She listed. She was right. They did talk like robots. Then she opened the door and on the other side it was completely dark.

"Now, if you don't mind going to the next level of your joint subconscious minds. Many apologies, Brat, but you aren't part of the mind unit." Buttercup motioned for us to go on. Mind unit?

(Brick POV)

Next Subconscious level

That was sort of embarrassing. I hope everyone thinks this is a joke. I love my family but sometimes I do feel like I have to put on a fake grin for everyone. It's hard. Maybe the next level won't be so personal. Why aren't we trying to get out of here and where the heck is Bubbles? Not that I'm a stalker and wants to know where she is at all hours – I just feel the need to protect her. I don't know! It's just some primitive instinct!

Looking around everything was dark and sinister. This is so much better! Thank you brilliant people for getting us put in this pit! Come on Blossom. Just show me your smile. Make my day. Please? Wait where is Blossom! Where is everyone?

I looked everywhere then suddenly there they were in a dark alley – in a box. Blossom had our baby but it looked really sick. Bubbles and Boomer were huddled together for warmth and Brat was crying over a rotten body. Oh my. Butch and Buttercup were no where to be found.

My family! Cold. Hungry. Homeless. Dying. Separated. What did I do! I knew this was going to happen. Come on. It's just a bad nightmare. There's no way it got this bad, this fast.

"It was you! You're the reason we're like this!" Blossom screaming holding our baby closer to her.

"How is our baby?" I whispered looking down at the little guy as I got closer. He looked ill and cold. I knew this would happen. I'm a horrible father.

"Our baby! You're not the father, idiot! He's my baby!" She wailed trying to warm him up. I backed away. I've never seen her so... so hostile.

"I know. I just thought..." I trailed off not knowing what I was thinking. He wasn't mine. I just wanted to take care of him and protect him. I didn't want him to be like this.

"Bubbles was right! I should have stayed with Blake. At least he could take care of me!" She screamed with pain filled tears in her eyes.

"No. Don't say that Blossom. I'm trying. I'm going to take care of you. I'll get us out of this mess. Don't leave me. I need you." I panicked. "Please, don't leave me." I begged. She gave me a cruel disgusted look and flew off in the direction of Blake's home.

"Blossom!" I cried and flew to meet her in the sky. I looked around us. "See here. This is where we first met. This is where I realized I was falling in love with you. Those cliffs over there are where I told you I loved you. Come on, Blossom. Don't do this to me." A sharp pain racked through my chest.

"Goodbye, Dick." She spat. I fell to the ground and didn't even try to ease my fall. My entire life ruined. How could I do this to myself.

"Blossom. Blossom. Don't go." I whispered. I closed my eyes and fought back tears. How could I be so stupid? Now I've lost everything.

"I'm not going anywhere." I heard her sweet voice whisper. I looked back up. We were in the black room again. She was the same as she was before. Her face was soft and she was smiling gently.

"What? But you and them." I stuttered trying to make sense of it all.

"This is the part of your subconscious that deals with fear. It was making you recognize your biggest fear." She told me gently. Buttercup suddenly became visible, and she looked shaken up too. Then one by one they started to appear. I forgot about them and looked at Blossom.

I rubbed her tummy gently and tried to think about what he was going to be like.

"When... when he's born... I want to be part of his life. I don't care if I'm not his biological father. I want to be a father-figure." I stuttered a bit not knowing how it would sound to her.

"That is the stupidest thing I've ever heard." She snorted. What!