Well, it happened...I ran into a writer's block with both Serpentine and Green Maiden. So, to combat this horrific tragedy, here's a weirdly written glimpse of the girls' life BEFORE Serpentine Chapter One. The timeline is 2 years after the boys take over and focuses on a point with Bubbles that will be addressed.
FAIR WARNING: REFERENCES TO DRUG ABUSE AND SEXUAL ASSAULT ARE IN THIS. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. BUT REST ASSURED, IT'S NOT VERY DESCRIPTIVE.
She rocked back and forth in their dinky apartment.
Back...
Forth...
Back...
Forth...
Buttercup had contributed by stealing and selling what she snagged. Blossom didn't like it, but there wasn't much they could. Buttercup swore that she'd find an actual job once they moved in.
Back...
Forth...
Back...
Forth...
Blossom had contributed by cutting and selling her hair. It was too recognizable anyway. It was now to her chin. Besides, the Chemical X will make it grow back in a month. She had mumbled all this while it was being cut. Other than that, she simply did small shifts at the library.
Back...
Forth...
Back...
Forth...
Bubbles hadn't contributed. She was still... comatose, in a way. Blossom didn't mind, she just wanted her safe. Besides, she could keep the place clean. Buttercup said the same thing.
Bubbles hated it when they babied her.
Baby...
Back...
Pause.
Tremble.
Forth...
The trembling was back. She hated the trembling. It was a constant reminder of what she lost. It was a reminder of her past two years on the street. It was a reminder of...
Back...
Forth...
Tremble...
I need it.
Just a little...
She stood up from the creaky, uncomfortable bed and dragged her feet. She past the bathroom, catching her reflection in the mirror.
Her once bright, golden hair was dim and limp, hanging in two pathetic excuses of pigtails. Her face was hallow, her cheeks shrunken from her habit and lack of food. She was skinny and slouched. Her happy, glowing eyes now dim with fatigue. Her lips were chapped, when did she drink water last.
Tremble.
Tremble.
I need it.
Just one more time.
It can't kill me.
I wish it would...
She moved on and grabbed her dark blue hoodie.
Blue.
She wish she could wear the red one or the green one.
Blossom hates her red hoodie. She holds it in a strangle hold. It's like she wishes it was his throat. She wants to burn it. She wants to freeze it. IT'S JUST LIKE HIM, she screams, I CAN'T KILL IT!
Buttercup doesn't share her hoodie. She doesn't hate it. She doesn't love it. She doesn't even acknowledge it.
She's run out of steam right now. She'll hate it in a year.
I hate this hoodie.
Blue.
Tremble.
I hate this hoodie.
Red
Blue
Green
Red Blue Green
Redbluegreen
Reblugree
Relugre
I need it.
Just a little
I just want to forget
She hobbles out into the cold. She'll need more than a hoodie, but the cold makes her feel alive. The streets are blurry, she's got to hurry. The trembles are violent now.
She's wandering the alleys and crossing busy streets. Her eyes are down, she's slouched down in defeat.
It's January? She thought it was October? How did she miss two months already? These trembles will knock her over.
I hate this hoodie
Reblugrereblugrerebluegre
I just need a little
This hoodie
She's back again. The place that Blossom still sneers at. She's back at the place Buttercup fears she is at. The house is fallen apart, just like the rest of the people here.
The house is falling apart just like her.
The lawn is messy, filled with beer cans and glass. The windows are boarded up, they're filled with gas. Others walk around, zombies like her. The brains they eat here though will kill them. The X in her won't let it.
I just need a little.
Then pay up.
Hand it over.
I can't just give you a taste.
I saved your life.
Lot good that did.
HAND
IT
OVER
Don't glow your eyes
Remember last time?
...Fine...
I just need a little
Not too much
It won't kill me
Don't wake me up
She's there again.
In this house she hates.
She told her to stay home.
She hates this hoodie.
It's just like him!
I can't kill it!
She looks good in red. She walks in. Don't touch her worm. His neck is broken.
Oops.
No more.
She walks further. Yes, she's pretty, don't touch. His skull is smashed.
Oops.
You're done.
She's getting closer. She hates this smell. Is it heroine or the gate to Hell?
It's bad for you.
She hates this place, she hates him.
She hates finding Bubbles within.
It can't kill her
It could've
She's on a mattress. It's dingy and filthy. She looks worn, but angellic. Those swines are around her, about to
Back off
Who are you?
Her sister
Piss off. She owes. She can't keep stealing
I'll pay
Oh?
Yeah, here's your money
What are you-!?
He's dead now.
Oops.
Now they back away. She's going to make sure they stay away. She doesn't blink. The last time she did, she'd been blinded by that red kid.
She doesn't move, she's too far in her trip. Her eyes are dilated, she makes no sound. She picks her up and leaves while the house burnt down.
No more.
I just need a little.
You're done.
Just a little. Just one more time.
It's bad for you.
It won't kill me.
It could've.
I wish it would.