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Pondering Backublah Zooooper by Papirini

Pondering Backublah Zooooper

by papirini





Four minds, four hearts. Four dreams, four believers.



Four people facing a rather terrible dilemma.



"Are you afraid?"

"Well....."



PallaPalla paused as she looked down at her periwinkle beryl of power. The Blue Amazones Orb still pulsed with power, even as her own life force was being sucked from her by her master.



The master she hated, the master that was zapping them with black lightning.



"Muhuhuhuh!!" She heard Zirconia cackle. "Dear Sailor Moon, they would never listen to you! They are mine!"

"Well, PallaPalla?" JunJun grunted as lightning struck her. "What are you gonna do?"

"I...well...."

"Break...don't break...."



She looked at JunJun, who had posed the question to her. She then looked at CeresCere, who was babbling yet again and carrying on with her petal picking fortune telling, which was never accurate, and everyone knew it. She couldn't see VesVes, but she could hear her whimper behind her. They were all thinking the same thing, and PallaPalla knew it.



Indeed, the prospect of losing one's dreams was a scary one. Especially for PallaPalla; she'd carried those dreams around for a long time - years. In the meantime, her dreams had expanded, from simply staying young forever, to staying young forever and getting rid of old hag Zirconia. She'd almost done it once before, and all on her own.



She almost had a half a mind to keep her dream ball, reject Sailor Moon's suggestion to grow up. She wanted to stay young, keep her dreams. Even better, if the others broke their dream balls, she'd truly be the one Amazones in Nephelenia's eyes....and she'd not have to share the power with three other people.



She could easily imagine it. Her, not having to worry about her pesky partners meddling in her playing house. Her, then usurping Zirconia. Her, taking over as right hand man for the troops. Her, stealing the Golden Crystal from Nephelenia for herself when she wasn't looking. Her, taking over the Dead Moon Circus and becoming the one true ringmaster.



Her, Queen PallaPalla, with extra names tacked on. Yes; she would be Queen PallaPalla Boomshakalacka MuuMuuMuuuuu Smith and Weston the @@@. She would have blue hair streaked with neon yellow and wearing a, itsy bitsy teeny weeny purple (because she doesn't like yellow) polka-dot bikini.



Once she implemented her scheme to overthrow Nephelenia and lock her in a giant iron doll house, she would rule the Earth, which she would rename Backublah Zooooper. A pineapple fist in her left hand and candy cane scepter on her right, she would keep herself a young child forever with the Golden Crystal, with her dolls and her video games and her pranks and her beautiful dreams all surrounding her as she had her subjects bring her tributes of chocolate truffles and back massages. No one would ever call her a loser or a baby again.



It would be so beautiful. And she would do it alone.







And alone was the reason PallaPalla suddenly realized just how scared she was to take that other path. Was she really willing to just let her friends grow up and die, no matter how annoying or mean they were they were at times? They were her friends. They did take her into their group when they didn't have to. They did stick with her when they didn't have to.



She was a part of them. And when it was her without them, them without her, how could they call themselves a quartet? They would be a uare, for without PallaPalla, there would be no q's or t's in their illustrious word.



The little blue-haired girl realized it would be a gloomy existence without those letters for everyone involved.



"...Break! We should break our orbs."

"Pssh." PallaPalla heard VesVes huff over the buzz of the black lightning. "CereCere, your fortune telling is never right."



Then PallaPalla felt everyone lift their balls in unison. She wondered if they were doing the right thing, or, wondered if any of them had pondered the possibility of becoming queen of Dead Moon. Of betraying her friends for the sake of their own selfish dreams, personified in their dream orbs, before throwing their powers away for the sake of an unknown future. She wondered what they would think of her, as they threw their balls to the floor, smashing them into thousands of pieces, and wondered if they were frightened as much as she was.



That was when she saw her own orb shatter in front of her own eyes, dissipating into thousands of tiny black sparks, before fluttering away like cuckoo clocks.





FIN



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