False Memories

Blossom woke up in a dark room. She couldn't see anything but pitch black. When she tried to sit up, a piercing pain struck her head.

"Ow!" Blossom exclaimed, holding her head with both hands. She slowly tried sitting up again after the pain in her head had lessen. Looking around once more, Blossom noticed some light was coming off the draped window. Slowly, Blossom got up and pushed the drapes away and gasped.

The window revealed the most beautiful view Blossom had ever seen. Sunshine was falling through the ever-so-high trees. Bright green grass covered the forest floor. Flowers of all colors and shapes grew everywhere. And if she squinted her eyes just right, Blossom could make out the shape of a small lake with what looked to be a waterfall behind it.

"Oh wow!" Blossom exclaimed, not believing what she was seeing. It was as if she had fallen right into a fairy tale!

"Like the view Pinky?" a voice asked from behind her. She yelped from surprise, the thought that someone else was in the house never crossing her mind.

She slowly turned around and found a boy. He was leaning on the door way, a smirk on his face. He seemed so familiar, as if she had met him before.

He wore a loose fitting red t-shirt with dark navy jeans and red sneakers. He seemed about her age, 16. He had longish orange hair with a red baseball cap sitting backwards on top of it. But what got Blossoms attention the most were his eyes. They were like color of blood; a bright, dark red.

"What are you staring at?" he asked, annoyed. Suddenly, they heard a sound of glass breaking coming from outside the room. The strange red teen sighed and walked over to where the sound came from.

Blossom, curious, followed shortly after. After walking down a small hallway that was strangely empty of any photos or even art, Blossom finally came into a living room. There, she saw the red headed boy, along with two others.

"What the hell did you-" Brick started demanding, but one of the boys interrupted him.

"Whoa! When did she wake up?" asked Boomer, a little too loud. He was wearing an ocean blue t-shirt with white jeans and white and blue sneakers. He had curly blonde hair and eyes to match his shirt.

Brick glared at him for interrupting. Quickly, Boomer said "Sorry" and looked down at the ground.

"Why isn't she tied up?" asked Butch as though he couldn't care any less. He had on a dark green t-shirt with black jeans and black/green sneakers. But unlike the other two, he had short, spiky black hair and forest green eyes.

"Oh yeah." said Brick, turning to face Blossom, a smirk on his face. "Boys, meet our maid."

"What?!" Both boys exclaimed at the same time, a look of shock clear on their faces. Boomer quickly looked at the floor again, but Butch remained staring at Brick. Blossom was also taken back by this. Was she their maid? Blossom had no idea.

"Oh right, I forgot to tell you guys!" Brick exclaimed. He then turned towards Blossom and said, "Will you give us a minute? Thanks." He said before she even had a chance to answer and hurried his brothers towards to kitchen door a few yards away.

Once all three of them were in the kitchen and the door had swung closed behind them Brick started explaining to his brothers what was going on.

"So you guys remember how we were fighting the girls and we kidnapped Blossom right after she hit her head on that boulder?" Brick asked.

Boomer nodded once while Butch bobbed his head up and down, waiting to hear more.

"Well, when I was about to tie her up before leaving her in my room, I noticed she had a pretty big bump on her head. So I started examine her and I found out she had a really bad concussion. It was so bad that I'm pretty sure she lost most of her memory." Brick grinned at the last part.

"Dude!" Butch exclaimed. "So you decided on making her believe she was our maid?" Brick nodded.

"So that's why we moved in here!" Boomer blurted out.

"Exactly," Brick confirmed.

"That explains why it's so girly. If we were to have stayed in the city Bubbles and Buttercup would have found us sooner or later for sure."

"Wow Butch! It seems you actually have a brain in that thick head of yours!" Brick teased. Boomer started chuckling. Butch just growled at him.

Butch turned back to Brick, "I have to hand it to you Brick. This is your best idea yet!" He said, excited once more.

"Yup. This will certainly be fun."