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~ Imaginary Friends ~

Blossom's POV:

I stared in complete horror at the scene before me. This morning the chief had called the church to check in with Father Cori and after many missed calls we sent a guard to drive up and check in with father Cori only to come to this horrible crime scene. Our investigators are currently looking into the place to see if the killer left any clues behind but so far they haven't found a thing. I looked around trying to find Buttercup who had wondered off. "Blossom, follow me." speak of the devil. I narrowed my eyes but nonetheless followed my green eyed sister.

"Where are we going Buttercup?" We walked through the hall way of the church and through a door that had a spiral staircase that lead to a small wooden door attached to the ceiling. "I found something I think you might find useful." she lead me up the rusty stairs and stopped as we reached the small door. Buttercup pushed it open and climbed through, myself not far behind. The door turned out to lead us to some kind of attic. It was dusty and had a bunch of old furniture boxes. I eyed the boxes as I stepped closer. " Have you check inside those boxes?" Buttercup looked to where I was indicating and shook her head. "No, when I found this place I felt a very weird being here alone so I ran down to tell you." I nodded and grabbed a box from the floor.

"Grab a box, maybe there's something here that can give us a little bit of background. " Both Buttercup each took a box and began looking through all the papers but were disappointed. "Man there's nothing here but recorded dates of first communion and baptisms " I sighed and looked back to where ewe had gotten the boxes. "Wait, what's that over there?" I squinted my eyes and notice one last box hiding behind an on old turned table. Buttercup stood up and picked up the box and placed it on the floor beside us.

The box was old, no doubt. Some brown dried substance stained the corners and the cardboard was ripping, close to falling apart entirely. We looked at each other a little anxious before opening the box together. My eyes open widely for moment and I was taken back. Inside the box was things a child would have. There was an old green ragdoll, a red small pox and a bunch of old drawings along with a bunch of other stuff like books and pencils. I pulled out the drawings and box and looked at them a little confused.

"Why would a church have this?" I asked Buttercup. Expecting an answer I looked up to see Buttercup holding the green rag doll. She looked at it a little saddened but then quickly shook it away and met eyes with me. "Sorry, its just I fell like I've seen this doll before, but I don't remember where or when." I nodded my head slowly and looked at the little red box in my hands. I have to agree with Buttercup, this all seems to familiar. "Well we should take this to headquarters... Maybe we could find out where we've seen this stuff." Buttercup and I placed the things back and stood up to leave but as I was climbing down the door on the floor i noticed claw marks on the other side of it.

"Look at this..." I trailed my finger tips down the carved creases of the wood. "Someone really wanted to get inside the room." Buttercup stated holding the door to get a better look. I nodded, "yea or get something that's in here. Anyways come on we are probably needed down there." we climbed down the long stairs, carrying what we didn't know was taken from us.

At Headquarters Buttercup's POV:

"What do you mean you think you've seen these things before?" I looked up at the chief not knowing how to answer his question. I sighed "I don't know... I just do. Blossom feels the same as well." the chief's eyes moved from me to Blossom who was starring out into space. "How can that be? These items date back to ancient times. This time Blossom answered. "Do I have remind you that my sisters and have lived a very long time and are older then everyone in this damn rebellion."

I stared in shock at Blossom's outburst. Never has she ever spoken out of term like that. Chief took a breath and was about to say something bit the sound of the door opening stopped him from doing so. All eyes moved to the door as my little sister walked in with an awkward smile. "Uh my apologies, please continue ill just sit here." Bubbles took a seat next to me and adjusted herself so that she was comfortable. "Enough with what I say, what do you suppose we do?" chief asked placing both palms on the table. I looked at Blossom who bit her lip and looked at me for a moment before responding. "I suppose we can try to look into the church's old records and try to find a case that had to do with the belongings we found. We noticed some claw cravings in the door of the room we found these in and we asume that whoever killed father Cori, was looking for something in that room." its amazing how Blossom put all that together, The chief nodded and was aboit to dismiss us when suddenly Bubbles cleared her throat and spoke up.

Oh right she wasn't here for the entire meeting. I grabbed the box of things from the evidence table and slid it down to her for her to look through. She picked at the things curiously but stopped as she pulled out the drawings. "I drew these." I narrowed my eyes and looked at Blossom weirdly. Blossom stood up and walked over to her side and took the drawings from her hand. "Are you sure Bubbles?" she looked frightened but nodded eagerly. "Yes, when I was a little girl, but I can't remember why I drew them. Or who's in the pictures," I took one drawing from Blossom and for the first time studied it. The drawing or more like scribble showed a small girl with blonde hair holding hands with a blue shadow man figure. Do you think? No it can't be. We didn't know the boys back then. I handed the picture back and stood up leaving the room. This is all so weird...

Bubbles' POV:

I sat in headquarters library looking over the church records. Seeing as Blossom and Buttercup had to go find another place to hide the artifacts I was stuck here burning my eyes out with reading. Its weird how the killer didn't take them, but I guess that's good in our part. I have sat here for the past three hours and have found nothing that connects the the box of items to the church. Bored, I pulled the box down to the seat next to me and began looking through the items again. "I'll start with this I guess." I pulled out the red faded box and tried opening it only to find it locked. 'Weird' I thought. There must be a key or something. I looked through the bottom of the box and groaned in frustration as I was starting to get really curious on what was inside this stupid little box. Giving up I placed it down on the table and picked up the doll. I looked it for awhile before realizing it resembles Buttercup. It had green buttons for eyes, black yarn for hair which was knotty and dusty from being in that box for so long. It wore a little green dress with a black stripe down the middle and black Mary Jane's. I picked at the dress and found a small golden tag at the end of it. The tag read. 'Made By Mr. Green' who the hell is Mr. Green? Still a little confused I placed the doll by the red locked box and continue with my search. I had looked over the drawings I swear I drew but then felt a little creepy so I put them aside and began reading the books that were also in the cardboard box.

The books seemed to be homemade since all the images were drawn and the words were self written, terribly I may add. This practically screamed child's work. Minutes passed and I have read through almost every book except one. I picked up the last book and began scanning through the pages. Once I got to the last page I sat once again confused. It was just a drawing of a golden heart locket. I grabbed the other drawings and compared it to the book. Did I draw this one too? No. The one in the book seemed more neat, like if the person who drew it didn't want to mess up. Suddenly the image of Blossom popped into my mind. Did Blossom draw this and not remember? I put the drawings back and picked up the box. My eyes moved from the box to the book drawing and then it clicked. The locket is the key! But where is it? Blossom... Remembering one specific drawing. I picked up the drawing of the young girl holding hands with the large figure and focused on where the drawing took place at. I gasped and let the it slip through my fingers leaving it to fly slowly to the ground. The old Utonium house...

Narrator:

"Would you like some tea Mr. Red?" the just 3 year old little red head giggled and pretend to pour tea into a tea cup that looked unoccupied but in the child's mind it belonged to her friend also known as 'Mr. Red'. The girl played with the hem of her dress shyly and hummed a little tune to herself before smiling up at her company. "I wore the dress you like, my mommy she...she said your not real but you are, aren't you Mr. Red?" the girl beamed with happiness as she felt the invisible man crease the heart locket that laid flatly on her chest.

Meanwhile in a room just down the hall played another 3 year old child. She was sitting laid out on the floor, her dolls scattered all around her. She sang to herself in a bitter happy mood, she was always the most quiet out of the girls.

"I'm so happy, cause I'm so happy, la la la doooooo tu tu" the raven haired child looked up as she watched appear from the dark corner of her room. "Mr. Green!" she ran to the corner where he stood and smiled up at him. "I missed you..." she looked at her feet and blushed. To her Mr. Green was like a prince she's read about. She looked up and studied her so called friend before frowning. " What happened to your wings?" the dark figure stared at her intensively not answering but his figure began twitching in anger. The small girl unaware of the dark energy he was reflecting reached for his hand and placed small butterfly kisses upon it. "I won't let nobody hurt you Mr. Green, I promise."

At last, downstairs in the family room the finale and youngest child of the three 3 year olds sat a small bubbly blonde. She sat in front of the oversize counter top drawing another picture for her what her parents say, 'Imaginary friend'. "Mr. Blue can you pass me the yewol (ye•whao) please?" the cute little girl asked and smiled as the suddenly the yellow marker rolled over to her. "Thank you!" she said politely. She scribbled on a thin sheet of paper once but every now and then would look up at her friend, Mr. Blue. "Mr. Blue do you think I'm Pwetty (Pwe•e•tee)? My daddy says I am but he's my daddy, its not the same." the blonde's lip quivered but than rose as her friend gave her an answer. "Aw your so sweet Mr. Blue! I hope to marry someone like you one day..." the unknown entity smirked slightly as he watch the oblivious girl continue the drawing of the two of them together.

Ending Song ! The love we had before by Fireflight

Holy damn. Tell me what you think I made happen here (; and I was thinking of making a short story connecting to what happened between there so called imaginary friends and what happened. Anyways hope you liked it! And I'm pretty sure who these so called friends are and of you don't, kill yourself Xd jk jk no don't but its pretty obvious.