Bubbles stared out once again at a gruesome sight she had seen too many times. That made it no less gruesome nor chilling to watch and Bubbles cringed as the blood curdling scene unfolded before. Another one of those cruel, violent monsters from wherever it was they came from was storming across her beloved city, heedless to the death and destruction it was about to cause.

Like her twin sisters, Bubbles had been born with near perfect senses of sight and hearing, somehow even more coldly precise than those of her sisters for reasons unknown. For her telescopic vision showed to her some blocks away from the mayhem, a group of happy, cheerful children whose smiles were only just beginning to shrink as they left the safety of their houses to check on what those loud, ear piercing thumps could possibly be.
From their expressions, Bubbles knew that the worst they expected was nowhere near as bad as what she could see but they could. It would only be a matter of time before the poor hapless souls realized they were dealing with something far worse than a few loud noises which must have awakened them from their slumber, leaving them unable to sleep.

Even as Bubbles turned away from the window, unable to stand the sight for any longer, she knew exactly of the events about to unfold. The phone would after some few minutes ring, rousing her sleeping sisters from their deep slumber. They'd be warned of the giant monster attack that to them by now, was just another item on the to do list of an average normal day. They'd promise to get to the scene of the disaster as soon as possible before zipping out of the window, using the special powers chemical x bestowed to them to quickly overpower the beast, ending its reign of terror in hardly any time at all. All would be well and good, except that Bubbles had already sighted 3 equally terrifying horrors stomping across the city. One lumbered in the general direction of the suburbs, while another ambled towards the shopping mall, grinning devilishly as it did. A third, smaller than its two brethren but no less disturbing to look out, marched gracefully towards what appeared to be the hospital.

Bubbles sighed. It was one of those days again. Even if they split up and each went after a different threat, by the time the threat was gone, some of the defenseless civilians would be lying dead on the asphalt, their eyes still gaping with shock. The ones that the monsters hadn't devoured at least.
Such was the way of being the three only defenders the city had to call upon in the times of emergencies. No police teams, no national guards, no army was sent out to contain such threats. The vigilante teams who would use guns, or even sticks to try and do what they could in case the official defenses fell? Good gracious, what vigilante teams? Most of the kind citizens, well intentioned as they were, had not lifted a fist, let alone a sword or knife in their life.

Bubbles's predictions proved true as the hotline rang and Blossom, who had also finally stirred from her sleep, grabbed Bubbles's shoulder and shook it. Buttercup who had also been alarmed by the noise, frowned angrily as she stifled a large yawn and shook herself to fully wake herself up so early in the morning.
There's an emergency Bubbles, we have to go now." yelled Blossom, kindly but urgently. As if I didn't know already, thought Bubbles, tears forming in her eyes at the thought of so many awful deaths.

It was not necessary to describe how the mayor's worried tone on the other end of the phone pleaded for aid and how they flew, still in their nightgowns out into the barely lit early morning sky. The day passed uneventfully, or at least as uneventfully as was possible for the three superhuman protectors who were the city's only hope. They fought, they won. They flew in separate direction, each one taking on a different beast.
But as per Bubbles's grim predictions, by the time she had finished off the monster she had been assigned to take down, and managed to get to the fourth before her sisters, several building had already been demolished and several bodies already lined the earth, a carpet of blood staining the earth.

Bubbles winced briefly in anguish. Then she snarled as she lunged at the barbaric terror who had slain so many innocent lives. She really would have preferred to talk it down, to ask why it was doing this and beg it to stop. Normally Bubbles was quite peaceful and preferred to negotiate than fight, even if her approach was frowned upon by her sisters, Buttercup especially.
But now was not the time. As much as she hated killing and maiming, she acknowledged that she could not let this one live for if she did it would surely take the lives of more helpless innocents. A beam of deadly energy shot from Bubbles's pale blue eyes, slamming into the monster's chest. It staggered back, as it turned to face Bubbles and roared a challenge.

Bubbles briefly closed her eyes and apologized to herself for the horrible things she was about to do. Then she dived for the beast's eye, slamming into it with as great a force as she could muster with her charge before quickly gliding away before the monster had a chance to react.
The monster growled and held its eye, clearly in pain. Bubbles numbed herself and her expression steadied as she slammed again and again into the leathery body of the hulking monstrosity terrorizing her town, causing more and more green blood to well from multiple wounds in its skin.
Several blows later, the monster wobbled and stumbled, its eye black and its body lined with wounds. Then with a dismal roar of fury, it made one final attempt to lunge at Bubbles but Bubbles dodged easily, and so it only succeeded in slamming into air.

It lost balance, and growled unintelligibly as it landed, making the earth shake. Bubbles covered her ears and closed her eyes as it fell. The bigger they were, the harder they fell, and the sight of so much blood, even if it was from a remorseless monster who would have done who knew what had Bubbles not put an end to it, caused her stomach to churn. The dead bodies lining the asphalt and the ruins of whatever building had been there before the monster came on the scene did nothing to lessen the pain.

Now seeing that the city was safe again, for the moment at least. Bubbles allowed herself the luxury of throwing up a large pool of vomit. She allowed herself to be patted gently and caressed as Blossom and Buttercup finally caught up with her and led her /She nodded silently as the professor congratulated the girls for another job well done and the mayor briefly called to show his thanks. Something he very rarely did.

She had no words, but merely gestured gently to be left in peace as Blossom and Buttercup recommended a game of cricket outside and some ice cream now that the monsters had all either fled, or lay rotting on the dusty ground. She had to think.

Bubbles closed her eyes and contemplated all that had happened this day.

Lives were lost despite her and her sisters's interventions since they could not be in more than 3 places at once despite their best efforts. This wasn't the first time that this had happened, nor would it be the last unless something was done to change this. The town had mostly suffered due to lack of preparation, and depending on the trio of girls too greatly.

But most of all, Mr Mayor had not bothered to do anything that could remotely have helped the situation despite his power and responsibilities.

It was very low, Bubbles knew as she sat reflecting alone in her room, to bring him into this. He was after all, the leader of the town and for him to have stayed as the mayor for so long, he must have been a good man in some way.

But the horrifying image of the dead children piled on the street, brought Bubbles back to her senses.

The mayor had once again done nothing, plain and simple.

Bubbles liked to think that back a while when Blossom ranted on and on about the mayor caring only about himself and being not really a real mayor, she was just overreacting as Bubbles hated to admit Blossom sometimes did.
But now Bubbles really did begin to understand where her sister was coming from. This, and so many incidents before this had shaken her spirit more and more.
Every day for poor Townsville, since she had been counting, had escalated to this. An attack, destruction, death and then a long and difficult fight as her sisters and her fought to defend the city from an untimely demise it had done nothing to provoke.

Before, Bubbles had actually cried each time she saw the cadavers of children and parents alike tossed unceremoniously on the ground. She had fainted at the sight of so much blood and rubble of fallen buildings strewn across the landscape.
She had seen it too many times to cry anymore though and she found her eyes despite their redness and pain, to be as dry as desert. The barrage of thoughts and memories running through her sore head grew too strong, and Bubbles collapsed on the bed.

But something inside her had changed that day. Something that meant her smile would never again be so carefree as it once was. It was growing tiresome. The act of having to fight and fight every single day, with not a day to rest was growing old. It had long grown past being a nightmare in her dreams by now. Now, all it did was prompt a deep sigh.

A sigh that did nothing to disguise the disgust that Bubbles still felt towards so much wanton destruction.

Things could not stay as they were in any case. It was anyone's guess as to how many more dead bodies and piles of rubble being ripped apart by razor claws and dagger like fangs, that Bubbles could stomach before she was driven in a armored truck to the asylum where she would be fastened with cold shackles to a wall.
She was sure her sisters felt the same way. She was certain that even Buttercup who bragged on and on about how she loved fights, and violence was beginning to dread this soulless routine by now and that even she would be relieved when they could see just one day where no violence or gore plagued the city and they could rest easy knowing there would be peace and security for at least that one day if not longer.

But that began with getting people to listen to her, which despite her revered status as a hero alongside her sisters, was easier said than done especially when Buttercup called her "crybaby" and Blossom made their father mr Professor leave the hall light on for her on account of her fear of the dark. Also not helping was how every disaster that befell the team, Bubbles was always likely to get the brunt of the blame. Even when in fact, Buttercup or Blossom had made the main blunder, some if not most of the fault was bound to be thrown onto her.

Bubbles didn't mind. They were her beloved sisters and she did not feel insulted by their comments. It was a slight disappointment sometimes knowing that she would not be taken as seriously as she should by the team but she had learned to live with it by now.
But it wasn't just her sisters who needed to start taking her plans for Townsville to heart, the entire town needed to work with her if there was to be any drastic change.

And to Bubbles's chagrin as sleep overtook the fatigued blonde kindergartner, that could only mean one thing for her to do next.

Thank you so much fellow ppg fans for reading. It warms my heart so much to see people still caring about this show and showing so much attention to this story which honestly took me a lot of sleepless nights to think up and get out to you guys. I honestly feel that the question of why the mayor, incompetent as he is, is allowed to stay in power when he treats the town like crap. Anyway thanks everyone for reading. It took me a lot of work to write this and any comments for support would be really, really appreciated. What do you think I could do better? What do you think will happen now that Bubbles feels these hurtful feelings towards the man in charge of the chaos filled city she has lived in her whole life? I would really like to hear your thoughts about these things down in the comments section below. But anyhow, I will see you in the next chapter. Buh bye until next time.