I’m back? Well, what’s back, anyway? I was here before, but I never knew I even existed at the time... Black was all that was here. Or were my eyes closed? I tried to blink, but I didn’t even have eyes. I tried to walk, but my body, or if I had one, wasn’t there. I sort of floated, or glided, around. Or was I even moving? This was odd… The feeling was indescribable, yet, it felt so familiar…
I wish I had a mirror… I thought desperately. I turned around, and there was a mirror! But there was no reflection of myself, and no hint of my existence; just a mirror in a dark place. I shut my eyes tight, and concentrated hard on myself… When I looked back, there I was, full of imperfections beyond any human on Earth. Was I even human? The light shown on me like an evil reminder of my body. I closed my eyes and waited for the tears to come, but they never came. I opened them up again, but there was no more mirror, no more light, and no more Bunny.
Then, a bright light that was as blinding as when I died, appeared in front of me. I closed my eyes tight, and then from the shelter of my eyes all I saw was complete darkness.
“Hello? C-can you hear me? Are you alive?” I heard a boy’s voice ask me.
“I’m not def, if that’s what you’re asking.” I said back. Woah! I could actually talk! What’s going on? I opened my eyes, and it took me a while to adjust to the shiny metal of the entire room.
“What’s your name?” He asked me.
I turned around and saw a teenage boy with orange hair staring at me through thick, round glasses.
“Bunny. And who are you, oh, Dorky One?” I asked.
He blushed, and surprisingly, smiled a little bit. “I’m Dexter, and I re-made you!”
“Re-made?” I asked. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Well… You were once alive before now, but died, and, well, I brought you back…” He said embarrassed.
I couldn’t answer. My throat was all closed up. How long was I dead? Who was this kid? How did he know me? And where were my sisters?
All this was too overwhelming, so I laid my head in my hands. Wait a minute… My hands?!? They were smooth! They were small! They were… Normal!
I flew in the air with joy and hollered. Dexter jumped at my sudden outburst and fell to the floor.
A mirror! Where’s a mirror? I had to see one! I flew high into the vast lab, and then I saw myself from the reflection of a giant, clear container… Me! I was slim, purple, happy, and I looked normal! I waved my brown hair that was pulled into a ponytail all around with joy.
“Um, yes, it’s very… Exciting news. Could you come down now?” Dexter asked from far below. I flew back down and landed right next to him.
“Ok… A few things that I need to state. First, I am Dexter, Boy Genius. I am friends with your sisters, Bubbles, Buttercup, and… Blossom.” He coughed uncomfortably. “Second, they don’t even know that you’re here right now, and I want you to be a surprise for them. Third, you are at Megaville, and not Townsville, so you don’t have to worry about facing, um… bad memories… Any questions?”
I sized him up closely. He wore purple gloves, a white lab coat, and I could smell some cologne that was sprayed on way too much, so obviously he had never worn anything like that in his life. “Ya, I got two for you; first, how old am I?”
“Well, guessing how you look, and how old your sisters are… I’d say you’re twelve.”
“Twelve?!? Last time I was with my sisters I was seven!” I sat down on the operating bed feeling exhausted. "I’ve been gone for five whole years!”
Dexter fiddled with his glasses. “Yes… So your other question?”
“Oh ya… My other question…” I snapped out of my daze. “So… When are you and Blossom going to go out with each other?”
Dexter opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again, and closed it again. He was speechless and blushing.
“Thought so... Well, if you really are planning on asking her out soon, you can come to me for tips to get her if you’d like.”