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Unlike many things in my tfr folder these days...
... I actually remember writing this.
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Bubbles covered her mouth, her eyes wide. “You saw?”
“Yeah,” Blossom said, nodding. “After... after I confronted him about it. He denied it at first, but... he didn't come at me head-on, you know. He just fired his laserbeams at me and kept his distance. I let him get away, and then after awhile I tracked him back to his brothers.” She clasped one of her own wrists involuntarily at the memory.
“And?” Buttercup pressed.
“He was cradling his hands, like he was hurt,” she went on, feeling the back of her mitt. “And... I hadn't even touched him or fired back at him. His brothers were freaking out—Boomer kept saying he needed to stop using his powers or it might get worse, and Butch wanted to go see Mojo and force a cure out of him—”
“Oh, no,” Bubbles whispered.
“But Brick said he'd already tried, and besides, if Him couldn't do anything about it...” Blossom trailed off. There wasn't much more to say.
Buttercup dug the toe of her shoe into the carpet. “Well... on the bright side, it'd be one less villain to worry about—”
“Don't even joke about that,” Bubbles snapped, the sharpness of her voice alarming both her sisters. “How can you even—oh my God, Buttercup, I can't believe you!”
“What, like he's suddenly deserving of sympathy just because he might be dying? Dying doesn't automatically make you a good person—”
“Well, being happy about it makes you less of one,” Bubbles shot back.
“I wasn't saying I was happy about it, I was trying to make a God damn joke!”
“And it wasn't funny!”
Buttercup threw her arms up in exasperation. “Okay! Fine! I'm the shitty hero who thinks a villain who's done tons of bad things might possibly deserve what's coming to him, instead of being all sympathetic. Beg. Pardon.”
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I'll get into the backstory and what I had originally planned for this sometime next week.
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Bubbles covered her mouth, her eyes wide. “You saw?”
“Yeah,” Blossom said, nodding. “After... after I confronted him about it. He denied it at first, but... he didn't come at me head-on, you know. He just fired his laserbeams at me and kept his distance. I let him get away, and then after awhile I tracked him back to his brothers.” She clasped one of her own wrists involuntarily at the memory.
“And?” Buttercup pressed.
“He was cradling his hands, like he was hurt,” she went on, feeling the back of her mitt. “And... I hadn't even touched him or fired back at him. His brothers were freaking out—Boomer kept saying he needed to stop using his powers or it might get worse, and Butch wanted to go see Mojo and force a cure out of him—”
“Oh, no,” Bubbles whispered.
“But Brick said he'd already tried, and besides, if Him couldn't do anything about it...” Blossom trailed off. There wasn't much more to say.
Buttercup dug the toe of her shoe into the carpet. “Well... on the bright side, it'd be one less villain to worry about—”
“Don't even joke about that,” Bubbles snapped, the sharpness of her voice alarming both her sisters. “How can you even—oh my God, Buttercup, I can't believe you!”
“What, like he's suddenly deserving of sympathy just because he might be dying? Dying doesn't automatically make you a good person—”
“Well, being happy about it makes you less of one,” Bubbles shot back.
“I wasn't saying I was happy about it, I was trying to make a God damn joke!”
“And it wasn't funny!”
Buttercup threw her arms up in exasperation. “Okay! Fine! I'm the shitty hero who thinks a villain who's done tons of bad things might possibly deserve what's coming to him, instead of being all sympathetic. Beg. Pardon.”
***
I'll get into the backstory and what I had originally planned for this sometime next week.
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