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Princess carefully tip-toed into the police station, wearing a pair of ridiculously big sunglasses and a ragged trench coat of the most ugly yellow, nothing like her normal attire. Normally, Princess would be seen strutting through the streets, loudly declaring she was perfect and that she should be the queen of Townsville. But today was different. Everyday was different since that dreadful day. She didn't really regret her actions towards Bubbles. She just knew she'd get caught, so everyday she'd go out in disguise. But it seems the police had caught whiff of her plan and called her in.

Just her luck.

Approaching the countermand, she opened her mouth to speak, but quickly shut it as the man pointed a thick finger to the hallway. Princess walked down the hall, to the front of the door. She knocked once and the door fell on the ground.

She rolled her eyes and walked over the door, earning an annoyed flash of a glare from Taitermen and a follow up glare from the still sitting Buttercup who had refused to leave.

"Miss Morbucks." Taitermen greeted the freckled redhead.

"Detective Taitermen." Princess nodded, biting her tongue to hold back sharp remarks about the 'unkempt man'. Well, he was in her eyes.

"I've brought you here today so you could tell me abo-" Taitermen was cut off by Princess' high-pitched voice.

"I wasn't in any way connected to that." Princess snapped.

"No need to lie, Morbucks, we have enough evidence to see you were involved." Taitermen's voice raised a bit in annoyance.

"Fine, but I didn't do anything like they did." Princess sighed and pulled off her coat, revealing an even dirtier shirt beneath. "We had thought we had made sure she was under wraps, not going to Prom either, but something happened. Rumor wen around saying Miss Sunshine put some mercy in her mother."

...Flashback, but timeskip...

Bubbles walked down the empty street, head hung down in shame. She had a gut feeling that something absolutely horrible was going to happen. But what? Another sinking feeling made her feel nauseous as a thought struck her. Ashley was planning something. Something big and unimaginable. It was going to happen soon. Where, how, and why; she needed to know the answers to these questions.

But for now, she could do nothing but to walk home. It was odd, though. Who would have ever thought simply cursing, even when it was your first offense ever, you'd get sent home early. 'Mother's going to be so mad.' Bubbles held back a whimper at the thought.

Mother, how would she react? What would she do? Would she yell at her, or do something even worse? Bubbles felt an involuntary shiver go down her spine. Her mother, no matter how you put it or what you think, was going to be furious; she couldn't even imagine how furious her mother would be about her going to the Prom. Bubbles couldn't be anymore certain. So as she set her foot on the wet front yard, Bubbles was extra sure not to make too much sound. She crept up the porch steps and gently turned the rusty doorknob. The door slowly opened, accompanied by a quiet creak, and Bubbles slipped through the door.

Closing the door behind her, she tip-toed carefully on the creaky, old floorboards coated with dust. She stole quietly to the kitchen, and started to slowly climb the stairs before a calm, yet firm voice spoke.

"Bubbles, what are you doing home early?"

Her feet froze mid-step, but her legs shook with such fright, she had to turn around and plant her feet so she wouldn't fall. She pondered the idea of lying to her mother, but with one look into her hard, strict eyes, the thought dissolved completely with her voice.

"I-I am so sorry, mother," Bubbles stumbled on her slow words.

"Sorry about what, child, speak faster!" Bubbles looked into her mother's eyes, hoping that for once some sort of concern for her well-being would be in her eyes, but only was greeted by mere anger. "What happened?" Her mother questioned.

"I-I-I got in trouble, Mother; I cursed." Bubbles started to stutter once more as mother's lips tightened to a firm line. The fury in her eyes made her flinch.

"First, the curse was given to you and now you've gained the Devil's language? What is wrong with you, child?! Have I not raised you good enough for the path of the Lord?" Her mother exploded in a fit of fury, and grabbed her daughter by the hair, beginning to shake her head. "You are not worthy of living in God's world!"

Bubbles felt anger surge through her like a large, hellish fire. "No, I am worth living!" She protested.

"No, you have for shamed him!" Her mother yanked her hair again, a few gold strands being ripped out. Bubbles' anger grew, the fury in her was indescribable. The floor began to shake as she gritted her teeth in pain. Their surroundings began to rise from the ground, as well as them, hovering a foot over the old wood floor.

"I haven't shamed him! You have shamed him!" In one slow-motion moment, an invisible force knocked back her Mother on her back. Furniture seemed to be shoved back down to the floor, echoes of glass breaking piercing their ears. Her Mother stood there, mouth agape in half pain, half surprise, green eyes frozen, frosted with fear. Bubbles, her own daughter, the one she thought would actually be spared from His Curse, had gained His Curse right before her eyes.

"Bubbles," Her Mother's voice had a trace of concern for once, and for a second, Bubbles felt guilty of her furious outburst. "My dear daughter, what has happened to you?"

Rare angry icy blue eyes meet a rare pair of motherly green ones, and a slight whimper comes out from Bubbles. "I'm sorry, Mother, but," Bubbles stood straight, her façade as firm as she could muster with her trembling lips. "I'm old enough to take care of myself now. Another thing also Mother," She furrowed her brows to give a firmer look as she was sure admitting that she was going to Prom would unleash another outburst if she didn't take caution. "I'm also old enough to go to Prom with a boy." Her Mother's lips formed a tight line in obvious protest, but she kept her mouth shut.

"Now if you may excuse me, I need to go upstairs and do my homework." Bubbles said this softly, relieved her Mother wasn't as angry as expected and walked slowly up the stairs, keeping her sight over her shoulder. Once making it safely up the stairs and into her room, she gave a great big sigh. Looking into the mirror, she smiled widely. She feels as if someone had just taken a giant stone off her back, as if someone finally took out the burdens in her fire.

"Finally, I can be myself," She says to herself. "And no one is going to stop me."

...

"Bubbles had hurt her Mother...?" The detective gave Princess Morbucks a look of great disbelief.

"That's what rumors, but honestly I don't believe them either. That little brat could barely hurt a fly, and her having superpowers? Completely stupid!" Princess snorted and rolled her eyes.

"Then why are you telling me this?"

"Well, there's one rumor that's true and that's the one about her Mother being a crazy religious fruitcake." Princess said. "As soon the rumor that she had actually let Blondie go, Ash made up another plan."

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