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A poor sheep among wolves thirsty for blood, a poor pure creature condemned to be just a prey of worldly perversity. An untouchable angel! Causing sighs and blushing faces in the corridors flooded with little planetoids orbiting around her. Her face, still full of childlike innocence, contorts at the slightest mention of the brutal attitudes of urban daily life, so guilty for doing nothing.
"No one compares to Bubbles and her big blue eyes. No, not even the others, because Blossom is a heartless bitch and Buttercup has no pity, so evil!" — the murmurs were clear in a great chorus: perfect! She was the best among the Powerpuff Girls, it didn't matter if she didn't have the brain of a leader and the strength of a tomboy.
She wears dresses and is gentle. She never says no and is never cold. Her blonde curls frame her face because she is always tidy and doesn't waste her time with sports activities. She never questions, never argues, and never fights. Her gloss is transparent and makes her lips shine, nothing too flashy, but so adorable! Dark lipsticks are for sluts. She is not a slut. Bubbles is the perfect little girl of Townsville, the best example of a good girl! And that's what she repeats to herself in front of her vanity mirror, ensuring she is the cutest at the party. Buttercup would mock her, of course, sarcastically mimicking her high-pitched voice. Bubbles smiled at her reflection, like a good girl, swallowing her tears and anxiety. Hours later, Bubbles would be a very bad girl while destroying that damn mirror.
She goes down the stairs, passing by Blossom's room first to alert her that she planned to spend the afternoon with a classmate from grammar class so they could study. Blossom smiled, and Bubbles thought about how beautiful her sister was, with her smart pink eyes. Why couldn't people see that she was a good girl too? Blossom was kind ans such a good hugger too, after all.
— Don't come back too late, alright? The professor will only return from his trip tomorrow, and I bet he would hate not seeing his favorite at home. — Blossom also knew how to be funny; others just couldn't see her humorous side. — I love you, come back soon. — Maybe it was the dark circles under her eyes and the thick frames of her glasses that made people not like her much. I mean, why did she hide behind so many books? Blossom was really arrogant, Bubbles concluded, smiling and smelling the vanilla shampoo in her sister's red hair. Why doesn't she dye it? Or maybe wear contact lenses? If she doesn't want so much attention, she should think about it. And more! What was the point of all those baggy clothes? The good part of it all was that Blossom was at least less talkative and petulant now. It even seemed like she was on a diet by how little she ate, which made Bubbles happy for the progress made.
Nobody likes fat girls.
Right after that, Bubbles meets Buttercup in the kitchen, who is completely drenched in her own sweat and looking both euphoric and tired. There's a strange contentment in the brunette after her long training sessions, a trait that Bubbles finds even more beautiful when she sees the glow she emits.
— Hi, Bubs! You know that mountain near the beach? So, I ran from there to here! Isn't it amazing? — Buttercup had very bright eyes, with long lashes, a detail that made her face vaguely resemble a porcelain doll. Why couldn't people see she was just energetic? Buttercup's energy was just eccentric. — I heard what you said to the redhead from down here, later I want to know who the guy is. — Buttercup opened the fridge and drank the milk straight from the carton. Probably, the townspeople just thought she was too rough for her lack of manners and her sloppy appearance, plus she was so unfeminine! Didn't she realize that good girls are more polite and delicate? — You know how it is, if he does anything wrong to you, you can tell me and I'll take care of him. — Bubbles silently agreed, analyzing how Buttercup's aggressiveness made her less attractive.
Leaving the house, Bubbles greeted all the neighbors and acquaintances she saw on the streets, always showing great kindness to the various fans excited by her presence. Once, having met a child who appeared to be in her glorious five years, she smiled kindly when the little one hugged her.
— I wanna be like you when I grow up! — She exclaimed and made Bubbles happy because she knew she was an example. That little girl also wanted to be a good girl, as she should be from the start.
Soon, the sun was setting and the streets were getting emptier, because Townsville was a city of good people. People who worked all day and came home late, where they stayed with their families, not making much noise. The good husband was welcomed by his good wife with dinner ready, while the children did their homework. Bubbles wanted to be like those people too, but she wasn't.
She wasn't because her father, the Professor, was a man with no interest in maintaining a fixed relationship with anyone else. She wasn't because her sisters didn't know how to make dinner and didn't do their homework together anymore. She wasn't because she didn't have a mother, a good woman, who would teach her feminine beauty tricks and talk about it with her, always saying that boys can be bad and you have to be smarter. She wasn't because she was a freak with too many powers and responsibilities for a teenager.
But she didn't need to have any of those things to be a good girl because she was born that way, perfect. Heart-shaped lips and red cheeks. Blue and kind eyes await her in the secluded part of town, with a crooked smile. She knows he's not a good boy when he looks at her and repeats this to herself when her breath falters. Boomer needs to be corrected.
That's why she attacks him, unexpectedly. That's why she hurts that face so similar to hers and throws him away. That's why she kicks her opponent while he is down and scared. Punches, more kicks, and more blows. Boomer isn't reacting, but why? Is it to make her feel guilty? No, Bubbles is not to blame for anything, he is a bad person. An impure destruction machine, a wolf, a very bad boy.
A defective version of herself that smiles when she hurts him more and says he will be waiting for her again the next day when Bubbles leaves him in that dark alley, bleeding and in pieces.
Returning to her broken home, she goes up the stairs and looks for Blossom, as agitated and excited as only Bubbles could be! That gentle smile returned to her face, even when she doesn't find her sister in the room reading some stupid book. She doesn't give up and looks for Buttercup too, seeing if she can smell the greasy food in the air or hear the sound of the violent video game she plays. But there is nothing. There is no vanilla smell in Blossom's hair. There is no sound of Buttercup's heavy footsteps. There are no smiles or taunting. There are no hugs. There is nothing. Sighing and thinking about how bad her sisters are, Bubbles goes up to her room and sits in front of the mirror, with the brush in hand, she hums.
— I am a good girl... Aren't I, Blossom? Buttercup?
Bubbles smiles, there they are, after all! Blossom is smiling, but there's blood all over her body, and her head is hanging by a rope. Death by asphyxiation, imagine that! The perfect leader of the Powerpuff Girls was no longer happy with her life, so she decided to end it. What a bad girl she had been! But that's okay, Bubbles would still love her.
Next to the moribund figure was Buttercup with her green eyes wide and full of tears. She was breathing with difficulty and had many wounds on her body, with a special highlight on the one on her collarbone. It said "HIM" on it. Bubbles laughed, that was so Buttercup! Always getting into trouble, this naughty girl. But that's okay, Bubbles would still love her.
She laughed for a few minutes with the brush in her hand until her soft laughter turned into exasperated sobs and her eyebrows furrowed on her pretty face.
— Girls, the Professor will be back soon, he won't like to know that you are causing trouble. — She spoke, and those twisted images seemed even more vivid. — Seriously, girls! Get out of there, nobody likes girls like that! — She stood up from the chair and screamed even louder than she thought she could. — Why can't you be good girls!? She threw the brush at the mirror and watched it shatter, taking with it all the images she had of her sisters. Bubbles screamed, trying to gather the pieces of the object to see them again.
— I'm sorry, I'm sorry…
Bubbles was not a good girl.
Bubbles was a very bad girl, crying in the midst of her mess. But it was okay, her sisters would still love her if they were there.