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This isn't really an update, but please indulge me and read through the entire message.

I don't know if anybody read the stories I have written on my blog, but if you have, thank you so much. I hope you liked them as much as you like the ones I have written here on Wattpad.

If you've read the stories on my blog and are waiting for more, I'm so sorry that I haven't added any new chapters. I'll try and update on them as quickly as I can. Actually, I'm thinking of adding another story onto it. The title is, "Doubling Back" and I had actually planned for it to be a personal story, but maybe you'll like it.

Here's an excerpt from the story:

Suddenly, a bright flash of light shot out and blinded them. A blast of hot air threw them off their feet, sucking all of the oxygen out of their lungs.

For a while, it was still.

Then, at around late afternoon, Bubbles began to stir. Her head lolled to one side, and a moan escaped her lips. There was an uncomfortable feeling on her chest, as if there was a weight on it, and something soft was tickling her cheek. When Bubbles took a breath of air, the faint scent of chamomile filled her nostrils.

"Ugh, what the...? How on Earth...? Chamomile...?" she mumbled groggily. Bubbles raised her head, and her bleary-eyed gaze caught a flash of yellow-gold somewhere to her right. At first, she thought it was her hair, but when she touched it, the thing shifted.

That's when she heard the groan, the sound so close to her ear. The gold rose from beside her, covering half of what seemed to be a creamy blob. Large blurry blue dots stared at her from above.

Bubbles squinted, and the blob took on a vague shape of a face. What she thought was gold was actually blond hair, covering half of the face, while the blue dots became a pair of eyes. One name came to Bubbles's mind, slipping out of her lips in a mumble. "Boomer?"

Boomer continued to stare at her, as if trying to figure out who she was. Suddenly, he shot back, his speed so great Bubbles thought he'd disappeared. But when she sat up, he was there, sitting on the floor several feet away. He was still somewhat blurry though.

"Wait," he said, and Bubbles noticed a distinct difference in his voice; for some reason, it sounded more... mature. "You're—You're not Brat."

"Who?" Bubbles asked. Her head was throbbing slightly, and she pressed her fingers to her eyelids. "Boomer, what are you talking about?"

To her surprise, Boomer's answer held a confused tone. "Boomer? Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not him."

"Huh?" Bubbles rubbed her closed eyes, then raised her head to look at him; and, she soon realized, it really wasn't Boomer at all.

It was another boy, but he wasn't very far off from her male counterpart—from his face, to the color of his hair, and even his height and body shape was exactly like Boomer's. But there were three distinct differences that set him apart from the blue ruff. The first one was his hairstyle; instead of sporting Boomer's winged style, this one had his short, with long bangs that fell over one side of his face. The second was his eyes; rather than Boomer's signature cobalt blue, this one possessed ones that were navy blue. The last one was his personality; while Boomer seemed more of an airhead, the expression on the boy's face gave a more sophisticated air.

Actually, make that four differences, because he was also had different attire. Bubbles saw Boomer in only three clothes—his body armor, his school uniform, and a hoodie, all with cobalt blue—but this one was wearing white pants, black strapped shoes, and a black collared shirt with a thick navy blue stripe covering the middle. A silver bracelet glinted on his left wrist.

For a few seconds, Bubbles found herself staring, astonished by the arrival of this doppelganger.

Finally, she cried out, "You're not Boomer!"

I'd very much like to hear your opinion on this story in the comments. It will very much help me to decide whether I should put it on my blog or not. I have many ideas on how this story will progress, and your comments will mean a lot to me.

For those who haven't checked my blog yet, I have something that I hope will entice you to take a look. It's an excerpt from a story I've named, "Her Blue Flower". (✿◠‿◠)

For a moment, Bubbles didn't know if what she was seeing was real. But it was—what she was staring at was the pale pink ceiling of her bedroom. She heard female voices around her, but it was neither howling, nor the kind she had been hearing. They were actually familiar.

A face crossed her vision, and to her relief, it was Blossom.

"Bubbles," she said, and she gestured to somewhere in the room. "Buttercup, Bubbles is awake!"

In a moment, Buttercup was beside Blossom and looking down at her. "Hey, how are you feeling?"

Bubbles groaned and sat up. A blanket that was draped over her fell and gathered at her hips. She opened her mouth to say something, but something in her made her hesitate. This was just like the last time. Is this real or not? Are they mirages? Nothing hurt, but it seems too... normal.

As a test, Bubbles reached out to Blossom. To her surprise, her fingers managed to grasp her cheek. She tugged on it, stretching the skin.

"Ow!" Blossom complained, and she swatted Bubbles's hand away. "What are you doing?"

Bubbles was amazed. "You're... real."

"Of course, she's real!" Buttercup retorted. "Bubbles, what are you—" Suddenly, Bubbles yanked at her hair. "Hey! Quit it!"

"You're both real," Bubbles murmured. Slowly, she began to tremble. Then she leaped at her sisters, hugging them tightly in her arms.

"Um, yeah," Blossom said uncertainly. "I think we can both tell." Bubbles squeezed them tighter.

"Bubbles, you're kind of holding us a little too tightly," Buttercup wheezed, and she unlatched herself. "What was going on in that head of yours?"

"I-I don't know. I just... I mean, I saw you two, but then... you just disappeared," Bubbles stammered.

Blossom stopped her before she could continue. "Bubbles, Bubbles, Bubbles. Calm down. Maybe you just had a nightmare."

"A nightmare?" Bubbles said faintly. "It seemed so real... My tummy was burning..."

"Maybe that time when you got speared in the back wriggled into your dream," Buttercup suggested. "Do you remember that? In the aftermath, it grabbed you and tossed you into its mouth."

Bubbles felt a shiver as she remembered the emptiness in her body when the vine pierced her back, the increasing pain as the gap grew, and the intense torment while she was thrown into the air. Then she realized something.

The chapter this excerpt is in hasn't been implemented in "Her Blue Flower" just yet, but I'll put it in as quickly as I can. 'ㅅ'

Thanks for reading, and I hope you'll wait for the next chapter of "Family Matters"!

- BlackAndWhitePersona