Yeah, I decided to add another chapter. And holy hell, this is some dark stuff we're dealing with now.

Bubbles sat in the darkened kitchen, not bothering to turn the lights on. She rhythmically tapped the surface of the wooden table to the ticking of the clock that hung on the wall. Blossom will be back from the therapist soon. Ever since...Buttercup passed, Bubbles plunged into an unusually silent state of mind. She was no longer the 'joy and the laughter,' nor was Blossom the headstrong leader.

The pair still stopped crime regularly, though. Townsville acted as a shoulder for the girls to cry on. It wept with the girls for their fallen hero. Mojo Jojo didn't even commit any crimes as much as he used to. The kids at Pokey Oaks treated the girls with kindness and tender love. But these perks didn't close the wounds. In fact, it made Bubbles' wounds more contaminated. She wanted things to go back to normal, or at least as normal as they could be without the toughest fighter adding a spice of life to the team.

In the middle of monster fights, Bubbles would randomly freeze up whenever she saw laser fire. Other times, Blossom would just randomly break down and start crying. Sometimes her emotions would get the better of her, like when the pair stopped the Gangreen gang from robbing a convenience store.

Ace said, "We're gonna make you deader than your sister!" To which Blossom screamed, her eyes welling up with tears, and she single handedly wailed the green teenagers through a wall.

Bubbles felt something deeper. There was no more Powerpuff Girls without Buttercup. If there isn't three girls, then they aren't a team. She felt...detached. Like she was no longer a true super hero without all of her companions. It was complicated. The once sweetest puff hated this feeling. She didn't want to be unsure about her own feelings.

She could no longer live with herself, being the cause of Buttercup's death. If only she moved, her raven-haired sister would still be alive. Her icy blue eyes remained locked on the 9mm handgun resting on the table. Her sisters found it many months ago when they were trying to find candy. The weapon was never spoken of. But the azure puff always had it in the back of her mind. Why did her father own a gun? He had his super-powered girls to protect him!

She didn't mull over this for long. She just wanted to see what would happen, right here, right now. She picked up the gun and put the barrel in her mouth. The repulsive metal tasted awful. She counted to three. She's seen this in movies before. It was supposed to be quick and painless. She didn't even give second thoughts on how Blossom would feel.

Three...two...one... And the blond haired girl pulled the trigger. And just as she thought, it was like swallowing a nail. She swished the bullet around in her mouth before spitting it out. It was scrunched up, no longer an inch long. It just lied on the table, failing at it's job to kill.

But that's why the blue puff had a vial of Chemical X sitting beside her arm. She thought if the powerful chemical could make anything super-powered, then maybe it would make the bullet more deadly as well. She opened up the gun chamber and a bullet rolled out. She poured a small puddle of the chemical onto the tablecloth and rolled the bullet around, soaking it in the black liquid. She pushed the chemical drenched bullet back into it's chamber and closed it.

Before committing suicide, Bubbles wrote a final message. She ignored her poor handwriting and wrote:

Dear loved ones,

I'm sorry to depart from you so early in life, but I feel that it's time for me to make amends. It's my fault Buttercup is dead. I didn't move that day, and she sacrificed herself to save a worthless life like mine. Please, don't miss me. I don't deserve anybody's pity. Blossom, I'm sorry to leave you alone, but you see, we aren't the Powerpuff Girls without all three. Besides, I know you can protect Townsville all on your own. You're smart, powerful, beautiful...none of those traits I have. Daddy, I've always loved you. I know you created us to become a father. But even through thick and thin, you're still the best dad I've ever known. You never got angry, you were fair, and you were loving. These are my last words, and I hope you don't cry over my death. I'm sure I won't, if I could.

Sincerely, Bubbles

The girl took a deep sigh. She was ready to face death. She always thought her and her sisters to be gods, immortal. But recent events made it clear that she was more vulnerable than any other human being. She put the gun barrel in her mouth and closed her eyes. Before committing the act, she shed one last tear. She pulled the trigger, the gun went off. Blood and brain tissue splattered on the wall directly behind as her body slumped in the chair.