A Story Worth Telling

The Actual Thing, I Think

Just so you know, right now the author is speaking when I say the following. Okay, lets start the real story, and no complaints from Bubbles. She'll be busy... and by busy, I mean that she's fly papered to a wall with tape covering her mouth. And, because I'm the author of this story, I know everything that happened. So, let's just start with a scene from the battle that ultimately killed Bubbles' sisters, okay? If there are no complaints...

Oh... you want the beginning with no spoilers? Fine. Have it your way. So, the flashback thing is fixed, so... FLASHBACK, PLEASE!

Flashback 100 years ago...

Oh, yeah, just so you know, because the entire story is a flashback, the entire story will be in this italic thingy... and we're back to Bubbles... now back to the flashback!

OW! ... you didn't have to hit me so hard with that laser... it really burns...

"You shall not defeat me, because my defeat shall not occur, because I have taken preventive measures, which will prevent you from defeating me! And after I defeat you instead of you defeating me, I shall first take over the city, and then I shall take over the country, and then I shall take over this continent, and then I shall finally take over the world!" Mojo Jojo declared, but his long sentence had long bored us, and Blossom had pulled out a book to read through his lecture, I was throwing around Octi to play with him, and Buttercup was practicing her punches in the air.

"H-hey! You're supposed to be screaming in terror at my evil plot, which is to take over the world by using the preventive measures to prevent you from-" Mojo started. Buttercup interrupted, though, and I don't really like his explanations anyway. Of course, he knows this by now, right? He probably doesn't.

"Shut up, monkey. This is the part we take you to jail, and you sit in there for another few weeks or something, while we- while Townsville lives and dies happy." Buttercup said, and it sounded like no big deal, but none of us knew what was coming, because we blacked out, courtesy of the Rowdyruff Boys who snuck up behind us, and then, they knocked us out, but you should have figured that out by now.

So, anyway, as I was saying, we blacked out, and while I was asleep, I saw a bunch of cute bunnies in a group, but you know, that huddled cuteness didn't last for long in my dream, because Boomer was in it. And you know what he started doing to those poor little bunnies? He chased them around with... a knife! He was going to kill them! And you know what, I wasn't going to stand for that, and the dream ended, because I woke up crying, so I didn't get to save them.

So, I woke up, and you know where I was? In a prison cell, separated from my sisters, and you know, I was still weakly scared of the dark, so I started crying, and then... and then... he came in... Boomer came in the room, and he saw me crying, and laughed. Oh dear, how was I going to get back to the Professor? Oh god, he's going to be so worried... oh yeah, I didn't explain, I'm 12 right now!

So, yeah, I need to find a way out... I don't want to spend my birthdays in here locked up, and Townsville, what are they going to do, now? Oh, geez, it's like Boomer's staring right through me, I can't believe I have a slight crush on him, of all people, I mean, he's a villain for God's sake! Well, I need to know where Blossom and Buttercup are.

"So, where's Blossom and Buttercup?" I asked, but I guess I sound a bit defiant, but I need to know, right?

So, I came up with the third chapter, and the actual thing started. I admit, I was lazy, and I lost inspiration for a bit, but I'm back with this! Oh, yeah, And the part about Bubbles being twelve... If that doesn't seem like the right age, put in whatever you want... I'm not sure how old Bubbles is-

Bubbles: I'm 115 years old, so don't underestimate me! I was 15, not 12!

Oh... and you were still afraid of the dark? That's just... you're too old for that... are you still afraid of the dark?

Bubbles: Yes, why do you ask? And, I'm not too old! Besides, aren't you afraid of your own death?

That's different. And, did you know that fear of darkness is achluophobia? Yeah, I'm always learning new phobias. Whether they make sense or not.