The Cough-PPG Fanfic

(Based off Ebon Mane's the cough. Warning: Gore, violence,death, and this story is very sad!)

In the darkness, someone coughed.

"Who was it?" Blossom inquired.

"Who!?"

Silence.

Blossoms flashlight sprang into existence. The room was silent. The Powerpuff Girls and Rowdyruff boys were in a boarded up room. A deadly disease was spreading outside. The Professor was dead, from the disease.

"Blossom..." Bubbles whispered.

"Bubbles, I know..." Blossoms voice softened. "But we can't take chances. It isn't contagious till the final stage. Someone has to fess up or we all die..."

Butch spoke up.

"Blossoms right. As much as it pains me to admit it, whomever coughed has to die, or...."

His voice trailed off.

Buttercup scoffed. "Blossom, it's just a cough. It could be a fever."

"No." whimpered Boomer. He was on the only bed with Brick, and the two were sobbing.

Brick asked the question once more. "Who coughed. Please just own up to it." Then he went back to moping, a single tear falling down his cheek.

Buttercup rolled her eyes, but they widened when Blossom locked her gaze on her.

"Was it you!?" she asked, her voice quivering.

"No..."

Blossom surveyed the Rowdyruff boys.

"One of you? Come on, if it was you, own up." Blossom picked up the blade she had, to murder the one who had a disease.

"One death...or six?" Blossom said impatiently.

"Wasnt me!" Butch retorted. "If it was you would know."

"Not us. Boomer would have had a whooping one, and mine would sound raspy, more muffled." Brick answered, his voice faltering.

"It...it was me."

The room fell silent again.

Bubbles said it again. "I coughed."

"N...N...NO!!" Buttercup wailed. "It can't be!"

"She owned up to it, her minds made up." said Brick.

"Alright. Bubbles, go up against that wall." commanded Butch. "It'll be much...f-faster..." Butch moaned, and began to sob.

"Yea, she may be sensitive, but her inner soul has the strength of the world's capacity." Boomer muttered just loud enough for them to hear.

"Buttercup..you're The toughest fighter. You must kill her with the knife." Blossom realized.

Blossom handed her sister the knife.

"You must do it. I'm sorry, Buttercup, if there was another way...if we could risk it--"

"Okay...Bubbles, I want you to know, I love you with all my heart. If there was another way, I would not do this." Buttercup sobbed.

"Its okay." Bubbles responded softly. "When this is over....all five of you, please keep Townsville safe."

"We will. We promise. Right boys?" Brick said.

They nodded.

The girls agreed too. "We promise." Blossom moaned. "We will have a funeral for you...we will never forget you..."

Bubbles nodded sadly.

"Turn off the flashlight, Blossom." Buttercup said sickly, her throat tightening.

"No one should see this."

The light faded.

Buttercup grabbed the rather large knife. Memories of her sisters saving the day flashed across her mind.

Her muscles tensed.

"I love you."

SHINK!

A painful, stomach knotting wail came from the agonized, pained girl.

Warm droplets were splattered onto Buttercups hand and even her face. More tears escaped her green eyes. Only a few more times. A quick death, Bubbles deserved a quick one.

"Finish her off, please!" Boomer wailed, sobbing uncontrollably.

Buttercup nodded, crying and weeping at this point.

SPLURCH!

SHINK!

CRUNCH!

A final SHUK! was heard before the cries turned into silence. Buttercup dropped the knife and began sobbing, and the others shed tears too, staring at the bloody knife.

Buttercup sobbed even harder when she saw the crimson fluid on her hands, her dress, her face. She wondered if this would come off or if the stains would remain to remind Buttercup of the brutal, untimely death of Bubbles.

"I'm sorry, Buttercup!" Blossom wailed. "It was the only way."

After 10 minutes, the room fell into silence again.

In the darkness, someone coughed.

"Who...Who...Was it!?" Blossom muttered sickly.

Silence reigned.

The only thing that could be heard was Buttercups whimpers and sobs of grief and longing.

Never again would Buttercup feel joy of the presence of her now dead, motionless sister.

All because of the cough that started it all.