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GunsMatt didn't like guns. Never had, never would. There was just something about the certifiable weapon that threw him off; feeling the cold metal against his skin, tasting gunpower in the air. He didn't like it. It was too much power in his hands. Power he didn't want, never would. Fuck, he hated even having the skill to wield it. Sucked, since a Wammy brat, of course Matt knew how to fire a gun. He understood all the technical how-to's, could list off each part as if it were the back of his hand, and had extensive knowledge of every piece of weaponry fired in WWII. But even though he got all the tech talk and could shoot one, if the urge ever hit him, didn't mean he had to like it. Nope. He was perfectly fine using his sarcasm and quick thinking to get out of a jam, thanks. Guns were just.....not his thing.
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Oh sure, fake guns were alright. He'd played enough shooting games at enough arcades to know that it was a totally different thing, and therefore felt A-ok doing it. Target practice
Just One Moment - a MelloxMatt One-ShotIf there was anything I could've done, I would've done it.
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If I had known
Choking back tears. I haven't done it in years but right now I feel like that child I once was, that little kid who was always desperate for some attention whether it was negative or positive.
But someone was always there to listen.
He was always there, in more ways than one. And I never got to tell him so. I'd felt miserable, in turmoil, even shameful but now I can see how easily we fit together, like a piece of Near's puzzle no, not at all like Near's puzzle, we've never been like that, we were more like the broken, irregular missing pieces finding each other, once part of a matching set but determined to strike out on our own, still ultimately bonded together and strong.
I've never got to confess to him just how important he was to me, the complicated feelings I experienced whenever I thought about him, saw him or even just heard his name.
One syllable one
Chapter oneThe Joy and The Laughter"
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In Bubbles POV
The City of Townsville!
Yeah, that's how it always starts here in my home, Townsville. The city that's attacked the most, monsters, robbery, brawling and much more bad stuff. But we, the Powerpuff girls are always saving the day, always. Even now, we now 16 years old, we still fighting for the good in this city, we still fighting all the villains like Mojo Jojo and Him, and we still always win. Thought in our age we having new problems to deal with it like, puberty, seriously i cant thing of something worse as that and the bad thing is you cant stop it, like our villains.
Blossom is still our leader and the smartest, she has still those gorgeous long orange-slight brown hair, her rare pink eyes, she has developed very well and to a beautiful young lady. She always gets only A's if she gets a A- well you should get out of her way, lets say she don't take it well, she is perfect so is her work she feels insulted by everything lesser as perfe