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(Bubbles POV)

"Fine." Him hissed. "The only way for you to get them out is to go in after them. You'll suffer many a gray things. I hope you loathe it."

"I'm not scared." I told him completely confident.

"Confident little Bubbles. For that I'll take you to them. You can suffer with them that way. It will be more amusing for me to see you cry when they break into tears." He laughed maniacally.

"Bring it on." I declared loudly. "What do I have to do?"

"Let yourself go." By the word "go", his voice sounded distant like I had traveled miles and miles.

I crash-landed in a black room. The others were there arguing about how to get out.

"Hey, guys." I chirped. They all looked at me with relief and disbelief.

"I thought Him had done something to you!" Boomer sighed and hugged me. He kissed my lips and forehead gratefully. I just grinned.

"Besides annoy me to death, he was pretty harmless." I assured him with a small giggle.

"Did he tell you how to get out of here?" Brick asked seriously. I turned to him even though I knew it bothered Boomer.

"He said the only way out is to survive as one until the end." I tried and failed to explain. "All I know is that if one of us dies in here – we all die. We're like one person."

"What's going to kill us?" Buttercup scoffed.

"Ourselves." Brick answered her sullenly and very wisely. "I don't know about you guys, but I'm on the edge of insanity."

"Brother, I went there a long time ago." Butch laughed making everyone join in on the happiness. His laughter was like that: infectious.

"Guys, how long do you think we have left here?" Brat asked suddenly sounding in pain. Everyone quieted instantly and snapped their heads in her direction.

"A few hours maybe a day or two. Why?" I asked her concerned.

"Because my water just broke." She gulped and bent over in pain.

"Okay, just lay down." I instructed trying to think back to all the baby birthing classes we had went to. Blossom was on her other side and Boomer was holding her hand reassuringly.

"Not that easy!" A booming voice filled the air and the world broke away from me.

I looked around searching for the answers on what happened. It was an out of body experience. Without thinking to or anything, I jumped up. I couldn't fly. I couldn't feel any of my powers.

Giant claws snapped behind me where I had just been. I gulped. My adrenalin started rushing and the blood pushed against the sides of my veins. My head pounded while my heart raced.

I burst into a sprint suddenly and avoided the trail of fire that burst behind me with each step. I skidded onto my knees under a bunch of flying arrows. I squeaked and continued to run.

I had to side step to avoid sudden spikes. Then the floor narrowed to one narrow strip of crumbling rock. On each side of me was molten lava. I pushed myself harder to go faster than the rock crumbled but my super speed wasn't on my side. My foot slipped a few times but I kept moving. The floor went back to normal.

The air of danger was completely gone and my instincts told me I was safe. I breathed and looked around trying to find a way out of the blackness.

Out of the darkness emerged Boomer. He didn't look like my Boomer though. His hair was messed up in the sexiest manner possible. His eyes were full of lust. He was only in extended boxers. It was hard to control myself.

I blinked and swallowed the lump in my throat.

"H-h-hiiiii." I stuttered stupidly.

"Bubbles, Love." He purred in the most desirable way. I bit my lip like it would hold me back. He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my neck. It felt... wrong.

"Boomer." I whispered and tried helplessly to push him away. "Stop it. I told you. I'm not ready."

"Don't you love me?" He asked looking extremely hurt.

"Of course not... You're not Boomer." I could tell now that we were this close. His eyes were a shade off and he didn't act like Boomer. Boomer never would push me. He loves me.

"Damn you." The hologram cursed and vanished. I fell into a new realm of sorts. Everyone appeared one by one. We all remained quiet watching for Brat. She never came. Finally Boomer appeared and everything was whole.

"I never knew how much pride I had." Brick looked down ashamed.

"Pride? I wish it was just my pride. I had to overcome... envy I think it's called." Boomer shivered.

"I'm not greedy am I?" Blossom asked with tears in her eyes.

"Greed. Pride. Envy... damn it! I got wrath! I don't understand! I don't have unrighteous anger!" Buttercup yelled angrily. Irony at it's finest.

"Gluttony... I feel bad... I need to start being more giving..." Butch sighed. Everyone looked at me. I stared down embarrassed.

"Lust." I whispered too lightly for them to hear.

"What?" Boomer asked.

"Lust." I said finally loud enough to hear. Bells started to ring and a game show like door appeared. A Him clone was standing my the door dressed in a yellow with red pin-stripes shirt and black slacks. When we spoke, he sounded like a auctioneer.

"Hello and welcome to Can You Survive Yourself! I'm your host. Congratulation, Super unit! I see all six of you have survived and you are allowed to have your freedom – if you pick the right doors! You are allowed one hint as a unit."

"Okay." Brick agreed without asking any of us.

"Brave one, huh. The first set. Door one says the truth. Door two lies. Pick the one that tells the truth. You can ask one question."

Our geniuses looked stumped. They whispered among each other trying to think of something that would tell them. Even I tried to think of ideas. Boomer and Buttercup got into an argument on the topic. Only Butch remained calm. He walked up to the doors.

"What color is my hair?" He asked them.

"Blonde." Said the lighter door.

"Black." Said the darker door. Everyone stared at him honestly. I was shocked. Why couldn't we think of them. He opened the darker door and motioned us all inside.

We were now in a bright blue room. The Him-host looked displeased.

"I've heard that riddle before." Butch told him with a smirk.

"Tricky one you are. I'll have to watch out for you." He growled. "To unlock this door, you must all answer the one question I ask you honestly. If one of you lies, doesn't answer, or tells a half-truth half lie, You all perish and I get a yummy snack! Who's my appetizer?" He grinned evilly.

"I am." Boomer told him bravely. What! Boomer! You can't killed yourself. What if he ask something you have to lie about. Please, don't let us down. What would I do without you? Before I could start crying this happened.

"No." Brick grabbed him quickly. "What do you think you're doing? I'm going first. I'm not putting my baby brother at risk."

"You're stressed out because I'm just that – a baby. I'm a man now, Brick, I can do this. I don't have much to hide." Boomer shoved his hand off his shoulder.

"Alright then! Butch." Him-Announcer turned to Butch. Butch gulped but other than that kept his composure. "Why did you really propose to Buttercup?" He asked. Huh? He loves her. Why else would he propose to her?

Butch had a face on that was hard to describe. It kind of said "HOW THE FUCK DID HE KNOW THAT!" I have a feeling we don't want to know the answer to either question.

"Because I'm a jealous, greedy bastard and didn't want anyone else to take her away from me and I'm in love with her." He told him with a harsh voice. Honestly, it scared me.

"Fine. You are honest. Boomer has more to hide." Him-Announcer huffed and turned to my Boomer. "Boomerson Jojo." He cleared his though. He opened his eyes and they glowed a creepy yellow. "Was Brat the first girl you got pregnant? Explain what happened."

"No, Brat is not the first. The first girl was Rebecca Carlz and she got an abortion on my request. The other girl was Quinn Baker. I tried to talk her into an abortion, and she fled the country and changed her name." Boomer sighed and looked at me apologetically.

Seriously? I understand that was before me, but it still hurts. It hurt enough with Brat but knowing that a girl I don't even know has been closer to Boomer than I ever have kills me. He acts so guilty – I can't help but think that he's just playing me like those other girls. Damn it... I'm tearing up.

"Awe poor Bubbles is crying." Him-Announcer taunted cruelly. I grimaced and balled my hands in fist. I looked up at him bravely and showed him the biggest and cockiest smile I've ever had.

"Brick," Him-Announcer turned away from me. I wore smug smirk. "Are you attracted to Bubbles? Mentally or Physically."

Brick choked as Blossom crossed her arms. Oh, Brick. Please don't lie.

"I mean, she's gorgeous – of course." Brick struggled. "Yes, I am attracted to her on a physical level, but mentally she's no more than a sister or a best friend."

"My monitors say you are telling the truth." Him-Announcer grunted unenthusiastically. Now if my sisters and I can be honest, we're in the bag! "Why are you girls still with them? You were supposed to hate them by now." He yelled asking all three of us.

"Brick is smart and hott as hell. Plus, I love him." Blossom grinned.

"Butch is tough, strong, and treats me right. I love him more than life it's self." Buttercup laughed knowingly

"Boomer is my everything. I'm with him because I love him." I smirked. "Just to remind you, you promised to let us through if we answered one question each honestly."

Him-Announcer grumbled angrily, but had to let us through. Who knew villains were fair? He's getting softer with age.

The next room was a spiral of colors. I grabbed onto Boomer to keep from falling over. He was wobbling too. This isn't good.

"Pick the purple door for freedom, my yummy snacks!" Came a snickering Him-Announcer voice. I groaned. This place is full of color. There were ten doors, and the kept flickering color. Butch and Buttercup put on their game faces and would run at a door when it turned purple. It would change before they got it open. Boomer and Brick tried to help them while Blossom and I tried not to upchuck.

"This isn't working!" Buttercup yelled.

"Buttercup, you're an artist. You're always talking about instinctive patterns caused by human thought." Boomer was onto something. Okay, so he listens when she talks about things but not me! I'm definitely getting played. "These are images from our minds. How to break an instinctive pattern?"

"I- I – I forget!" She kicked the ground frustrate. She looked down and smiled. "You have to look at something else! Boomer, you're a fricken genius!" She squealed. Well not squeal because she doesn't squeal but the Buttercup equivalent.

"Everyone look down." She ordered. We did as she said and the tan floor made the world stop spinning. "I'm going to find the purple door. Keep looking down."

She walked around a bit before she opened a door with a light at the end of the tunnel.

"DARN YOU!" Him-Announcer cried from somewhere. We shuffled our feet not daring to look up. We walked out and it was like falling off a mountain.

We were all back where we had been before we had been sucked into the mist. Brat was no where to be found. In her place was a big basket with a note on top. I walked over slowly and picked up the note. I gasped as I read it.

Dear Bubbles and Boomer,

If I must fail to destroy you, I can still distract you. Not even I can kill innocent infants. Brat's dying wish were for them to go to you. Don't think I'm going to stop trying to eat you. I won't. I'm just not as evil as I once was.

-Him