ME: Bubbles, you're my next victim! Mwahahaha!

BUBBLES: B-But why...?

BOOMER: Aw c'mon! She's still so young!

ME: You're never too young...or too old! So, I own nothing besides my own OC's and the story!

Chapter 1: Phone Calls

Bubbles sunk down to the ground, and buried her head in her arms and let the tears flow down her cheeks.

Her shiny blond hair was stringy and her face tear-stained. Her eyes were puffy and red from crying too much, and there were bags underneath them. Her once milky-white skin was now pale.

Bubbles looked up, sniffing. Her house was dingy and messy. She glanced down at herself. She herself needed a shower.

Her hair was stringy, her clothes were messed-up, she was slick with sweat, and her face was blotchy.

"I look gross..." she stated, her voice shaky. She wasn't talking to anyone in particular, but she felt comfort in speaking out loud...The dark silence was too lonely for her. She wanted to think she wasn't alone.

But that wasn't true.

She felt another tear slide down her cheek as she thought of happier times, brighter times.

Times when she smiled and laughed, and when she was happy...cute, fashionable, and peppy.

She had been popular once, a trend-setter and victim for many fanboys that crushed on her. She was friendly and kind, and she loved animals and learning new languages.

The Professor and her sisters were a great family to her, and the Rowdyruff Boys were their friends, becoming good guys...and the Powerpuff Girls' lovers.

But not for Bubbles. Somehow, she'd been too shy to get Boomer as her boyfriend.

And he wasn't hers now.

Her happy days ended when the new girl came into school. They had many new students before, and all of them were friendly, so Bubbles didn't expect this one to be different.

Bubbles tried being nice to her, but the girl used her. Her name was Michelle, and she had brown hair. She was snobby.

She acted as Bubbles' pal, climbing up the social ladder with Bubbles' help. But now? She was popular, and she tossed Bubbles aside.

Now Bubbles was being bullied, and she couldn't take it. She was too nice to say anything, but she was growing frail and shaky, jumping whenever there was a noise.

To make things worse, Michelle had set her eyes on Boomer, and now she was flirting with him.

Bubbles' heart was slowly breaking in two, and nothing she did could sew it back together.

Shaking, fresh tears dripped down her face again. What was she SUPPOSED to do?

She got up shakily and walked awkwardly to the phone. She picked it up and took a deep breath. She dialed Blossom's number. Blossom was working with Brick, and she wouldn't be home until 8:00 pm.

"Hello?" came Blossom's clear, confident voice. "Bubbles? What can I do for you?"

She took another deep breath. "B-Blossom? I'm sorry for bothering you right now."

"It's fine!" she promised. She then turned away from the phone for a moment. "Brick! Can you take over my work?"

"What for?" came his voice as he set down his phone.

"Bubbles is on the line!" Blossom hissed at him.

Bubbles heard Brick quickly walk over. "I see," he replied. "'Kay; but be quick."

"I know," Blossom replied. She turned back to the phone. "Sorry about that, sis. So, what's up?"

Bubbles bit her lip, chewing on it slowly. The people who were still there for her always tried to help her, but Bubbles took it as pity. "Well...I...felt lonely..."

"Oh? Is that it?"

Bubbles flinched then, expecting her to tell her to hang up since she was busy and that she should talk to the family instead.

"Then let's talk!" Blossom giggled. "But only for a minute, 'kay?"

Bubbles managed a weak smile. "Thanks Blossom."

"No problem!" she laughed. "So have you gotten the art contest entry painting done yet?"

Bubbles bit her lip again. "No..." she murmured. "I've still only barely started..."

"Bubbles! You know the contest entries are due next week!"

"I know," Bubbles replied weakly. "I just...I just haven't had much inspiration yet."

"I still think you should join Boomer; you're allowed partners," Blossom told her.

Bubbles froze then, unable to say anything as her pale cheeks heated up, burning a bright red.

"Bubbles? Bubbles, are you still there?" came Blossom's worried voice.

Bubbles blinked and shook her head to clear it before nodding. "Y-Yeah, I'm still here. But I don't think he'd want to work with me; I'm just...out of ideas, I guess."

"Nonsense!" Blossom's commanding voice sounded. "Two heads are better than one, right Bubbles? C'mon; I'm sure he'd say yes!"

Bubbles just shook her head. "I don't know Blossom, I just...I just don't. I can't come up with ideas and he's such a good artist. He's better off by himself on this one."

"Bubbles!" Blossom cried. "Don't talk so down-heartedly! You'll never win this way! You gotta try!"

"Sorry, Bloss, but I don't think so," Bubbles responded, her eyes filling with tears again.

"Bubbles...All I can say is good luck-I have to go now. Bye."

"Bye," Bubbles replied, fresh tears starting to stream down her face. She hung up and sunk back down to the ground, where she buried her head in her arms again.

Just then, the phone rang.

Bubbles picked her phone up, but she didn't recognize the number. She flipped it open and sniffed. "H-Hello?" she whispered, her voice shaky and breathless.


Bubbles blinked in surprise. "Um...W-Who's calling...?"

"You don't recognize my voice?" the caller replied, sounding surprised.

"Sorry," Bubbles mumbled, blushing and feeling embarrassed. "I...Do I know you?" As soon as she asked it, she felt like it was a stupid question.

"Yup," the caller responded, laughing slightly. "I go to the same school as you. But, how's about we leave my identity a secret, for now?"

"Oh...okay...? But how come?" Bubbles wondered if the guy just didn't want to be known talking to "loner" Bubbles, who might blab about this guy calling her.

"'Cause it's more fun this way," the caller replied. "It's not that I'm scared of Michelle finding out I'm talking to you, the one she often calls 'loner' Bubbles."

Bubbles blinked in surprise. "Really?" she asked. "How did you know...?"

"Michelle disses you WAY too much; 'loner' this, 'loser' that. Jeez; she's so clingy and just won't leave me alone. I think you're great though, Bubbles. I told her, and she immediately said that you were her friend!"

Bubbles giggled a bit. "I...I guess," she agreed. "And um...thanks."

"No problem!" the caller replied. "I'm glad you don't sound so down anymore. I was worried; you're best when you're happy."

"Thanks," Bubbles replied, smiling slightly.

"Let's go over what we know about ME, 'kay?" he laughed.

"Well...You're a guy, one of Michelle's targets, you know both of us, you go to our school, and you're a great guy," giggled Bubbles.

"I agree with the first few terms, but the last one? I'm not so sure...Although I must admit, I AM pretty great, aren't I?"

Bubbles laughed. "You're funny too," she added.

"I know I am," he smirked. "So how are you doing on the art contest?"

Bubbles froze, a memory coming back to her. It was Boomer, glancing at her and asking, "So how are you doing on the art contest?"


"Sorry," she replied, shaking her head to clear it. "I just...I was just thinking about something."

"Oh, okay..."

"U-Um, well, to tell the truth, I've barely even started...But how did you know I was in the art contest?" she stated.

"Here's another hint as to who I am," he replied. "I'm in the contest too. And don't worry; I'm a bit behind in work as well."

"Really?" asked Bubbles.

Her mysterious caller nodded. "Yeah, I am."

Just then, Bubbles heard a faint voice call, "Boys! Where are you?" It was a surprisingly high voice, and even though Bubbles felt like she recognized it, she couldn't quite place her finger on where.

Bubbles giggled. "I guess you should go," she suggested.

"Yeah," agreed her caller, laughing lightly too. "Well, good luck on the contest!"

"You too," Bubbles whispered.

"Thanks," he replied. Then he hung up.

Bubbles placed the phone down and jumped onto her bed, hugging her stuffed octopus, Octi. For once in a long time, she felt hope. When she managed to learn who her mystery caller was, she might be able to pull free.

In the meantime, she was sure he'd help her even when she didn't know his real identity yet.

ME: Okay, that's all for today!

BUBBLES: *bursts out sobbing* This is so depressing! *sniffle*

BLOSSOM: *glares at me* You could've gone easier on her.

ME: *shrugs* This happens in real life. Well, R&R please!