Angel ♡ Eyes

♡Chapter 57

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𝚅𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚘 𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎: 𝙿𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝙸𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐
𝚂𝚞𝚋𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚢: 𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍

"Hey," The girl staring back at her through the screen said. She looked identical to her... "Your name is Buttercup. I guess the others probably told you that already. Contrary to that voice inside your head, you are not a monster. You aren't anything other than you. A special someone taught you that."

Her nose curled. "Still a weird name."

The girl on the camera—herself?—sighed. "Man this fucking sucks. You better not be watching this in front of any of the others or I swear to god I'm gonna kill you."

"What?" Buttercup gasped. She eyed the group around her suspiciously.

"No, you're fine. That's you. You can't kill yourself." The blonde one who went by Bubbles rolled her eyes. "You just like to threaten people."

"Oh." Buttercup frowned.

"I guess I should start with introducing said people. Ehhh... we'll start with Blossom." She adjusted her spot on the forest floor. "I'm trying not to wake the others up because that'd be real embarrassing. I don't feel like explaining why I'm making this tape to any of them. I just... Buttercup, you can't forget these people. I can't forget them."

"Awwww." Boomer chimed. "She does love us!"

"Blossom's your sister. Not by blood, but that doesn't really matter. You guys met during some freak human experiment where you were turned into a cyborg. Blossoms the one with the long red hair, fair skin, bright pink eyes. She pisses you off a lot," she chuckles. "But you love her. You love all of them, I guess. Deep down, you're not as angsty as you lead people to believe." Buttercup sighs. "Blossom loves to be in charge. And you're okay with that, because I guess at some twisted level you've been brainwashed into following orders to a T. A perfect soldier, eh? But you like Blossoms orders—Most of the time."

Blossom scoffs. "Gee. Thanks."

"I have no say in this." Buttercup held up her hands. "I don't remember saying this."

"No, but we're glad you did." Bubbles beamed.

In the corner of the room, Butch sat hunched over on himself. His heart hurt. On that screen was his Buttercup. His crazy spitfire. The girl he'd lost. And she'd seen it coming.

She saw herself losing everything she held dear. So she made a damn video to remind herself.

He couldn't look at the screen. He couldn't watch that video play on that computer. He could feel his chest clench at even the sound of her voice. On that screen was the girl he loved more than anything in the world.

And now she was gone.

"Damn," she laughed. "This is so awkward. Talking to myself as if I'm not myself. Which I guess is kinda true... but hey! We're gonna get through this together, right? I'm gonna get myself back."

How? Butch scoffed. How was she going to get herself back? She'd tricked Butch into erasing her so she wouldn't kill him. Inevitably, it made the most sense. If he died she'd die immediatly afterwards. But she didn't even give him a chance to say goodbye...