(Bubbles POV)
"Give them back!" I screamed helplessly. This is torture. I'm stuck here arguing with the evil of all evils while my family is in some horrible mist.
"Not unless you really explain why my mist didn't work on you!" He shouted back immaturely. How many times do I have to explain this!
"It didn't work on me because I'm not innocent!" I pulled at my hair frustrated. "I've been through too much to have innocent teen love. I don't love with my mind like the rest of them. I love with my soul, and my soul is my inner light that can fight off any darkness."
"Hmm." He mused slowly getting smaller. "What is a soul? Is it a combination of mind and heart? I've never understood what it is..."
"Well... it's a person's..." I tried and failed to explain. Who really had souls?
(Boomer's POV)
Still in the mist -sigh-
That was horrible. They hated me. My kids hated me. I knew it. I'm going to be a horrible father. Okay stop being selfish! I'm the reason Brick works himself to death!
"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard." I heard Blossom snort. "Of course I want you to be part of his life." She hugged him tightly. At least they're happy. I'm glad Bubbles isn't here. This would be too hard for her.
"How could this possibly get worse!" Buttercup shivered looking for another door.
"It wasn't that bad..." Butch trailed off.
"That's because your biggest fear is that your hair will start turning gray." Blossom huffed. "I don't care what Butch number 2 said, you seem pretty darn sure of your self!"
"I can't help it I don't stress over things! That isn't my biggest fear either! Do you really think I care more about my hair than I do my brothers and Buttercup and you and Bubbles. You want to know what I just witness? I just saw Buttercup leaving me for Breaker. The more I think about it – the more it makes sense! He's smarter, stronger, and isn't an ADHD freak that can't even sit still!" He shouted on the verge of tears.
"Guys. Chill." I breathed quietly not thinking yelling would be appropriate. "We all worry about losing the ones we love. Calm down." They quieted in a second.
Then the floor fell out from under us. I worried as I looked around the new realm.
I felt like a ghost. I tried to talk but it was impossible. The people didn't even notice me now. I was in a prison cell. It was when we were born.
The picture flashed and it was when we first met the girls. I could hear what I had been thinking like little me was saying it out loud.
"Awe. I have to fight her? She's pretty!" Little me whined. Tears brimmed my eyes and the years flashed by me. I stopped and really watched a moment from when I was twelve. I was talking to Brick.
The Memory/FlashBack/Picture thing
"Brick?" Twelve year old me asked timidly.
"Yeah." He replied peaking up from his book. We had only been out of non-existance for a year now.
"I did something really bad, and I don't know what to do." I whispered.
"It can't be that bad. Whatcha do?"
"I... um... you know... with Amerazia Grace."
"You did what? Oh... you did it with Am? What's so bad about that? It's human nature buddy. Go forth and have fun." Brick scoffed. It is Brick's fault that I became a man whore.
End of Flashback thingy
The pictures kept flashing like strobe lights. Every girl I hurt. Every one that I made cry. All the innocent girls whose innocence I stole away ungratefully and then left them.
Then it got to Bubbles and everything was like in slow motion like that was when I really started living. Her smile. Her eyes. Her laugh. The way her smile made me melt. The way she'd get angry over everything. I still saw an angel. Then bad things came. Brat's news. The Punks. The Rights. Bubbles and Brick. Bubbles hurt face when I acted like I didn't care. It all weighed on my shoulders like it weighed one hundred tons.
Then the good times came back but they weren't the same. Bubbles's eyes had gotten deeper and wiser. Brick look nervous. Butch kinda looked high. Buttercup looked a bit sad but deep in her eyes you could see bliss. Blossom had wreck written all over her. Brat on the other hand was oblivious.
Then it cut off and the floor again fell out from under me. I expected my family to reappear, but I was still alone. This time there was nothing. It was me in nothingness.
"I have to get out of here." I cursed under my breathe but I'll leave those words out for any children reading this. (BOOMER! STOP BREAKING THE FOURTH WALL! DARN IT! NOW YOU'VE GOT ME DOING IT!)
"I could really use Tyson right about now." I mused aloud to the thin air. You know, Tyson? From the Percy Jackson series. I only got to chapter eight of the Battle of the Labyrinth. Now I really need to get out! I have to know if that douche Luke gets killed! (No one dare tell me – I mean Boomer) Oh really Haylee? Who's breaking the fourth wall now?
Back to the story.
"Is there a way out of this?" I asked the air I guess.
"No." The air answered back. What the hell!
"Thanks. Mind showing who you are?" I asked it. I've officially gone insane. Butch would have a laughing fit if he knew I spoke back to the air.
"Percy Jackson knows the answer..." It hissed back. Now I'm confused. This isn't the Labyrinth. It doesn't do all these mind trick. It does other mind tricks.
"I think you have the wrong place." I informed it.
"Oh, sorry." I felt its presence leave. Now I'm alone again without the creepy voice that was in wrong universe. I wonder who that was? I really am starting to obsess over this book. This is worse than Blossom's Starlight obsession. Wait... it's showing me what I'm obsessed with. If I were obsessed with getting out then maybe...
"It doesn't work that way!" A girlish voice I knew as Berserk's screeched. Damn it. Now she can read my mind. What's next? Is it going to start raining ponies? Why did I say that?
Little ponies fell from the sky. I hope the others are having better luck than me.
A/N: Okay there you go for now. Sorry for the wait. My computer's been OOC (out of commission) for a little while. Yes, I'm turning into a Percy Jackson fan girl even though I hated the movie – I love the books. Boomer is going to be the one I feed my fan girlishness because well I feel like it. Tell me: what are your thoughts so far?