Brownie Points, Stuffed Rabbits, and Familiar Faces

"Wow! What a beautiful view!", Zira exclaims to herself, as she's soaring through the clear blue sky, wand in hand, angel wings flapping, and a big smile on her face. She couldn't believe that she was an actual magical girl; a Pastel Pacifist to be exact. It had been a couple of minutes since Pikiki allowed her to fly out of her house. But not before explaining the point system of PPO.

"Okay-pio. Before you go and fly out, I need to explain something to you-pio.", Pikiki said.

"Oh, okay, Miss Pikiki. What is it?", Zira asked, caressing her ponytail in a fit of excitement and impatience.

"I need you to get your PacPhone out-pio."

She does and Pikiki then instructs her to go to the Brownie Points widget.

"Brownie Points are Pastel Pacifist Online's currency-pio. You earn them by playing the Pastel Pacifist Monster Raid Battle or by doing good deeds in the real world-pio."

"So, you're saying that if I play a game or do good deeds, I can earn points?", Zira asked.

"Correct-pio! Then, you can exchange the Brownie Points for upgrades in your magic and different outfits-pio."

I can get points in exchange for more magical abilities and cuter outfits? Well, gimme scoops of ice cream and put them in a milkshake! I got good deeds to fulfill., Zira thought with a grin, as she flew lower to find someone that needed her help.

"Hellllllp! Help meeeeeeeee!", a voice yells out, alarming the Pastel Pacifist into flying towards it. The voice leads her to a crying young girl.

"What's wrong?", Zira gently asks the little girl. The girl then stopped crying to look at her in awe. "Why are you crying?"

"M-mr. Sparkles is gone! My stuffed rabbit! I lost him somewhere! Mommy won't let me find it and we got in a fight!", the girl rants in anguish. "He's so special to me! Please, Miss Pretty Angel Princess! Help find him!"

Pretty Angel Princess? That's such a cute nickname., Zira thought briefly, before she got down to the child and said, "Don't worry. We'll find Mr. Sparkles together."

"Really?", the girl asked, eyes sparkling with wide eyed wonder. "You'll really find him?"

"Of course. But, before we do, promise me to apologize to your mom after we find him. OK?"

"OK! My name is Becca, by the way."

Becca takes Zira's hand. "You're my hero, Miss Pretty Angel Princess. Thank you so much!"

And with a smile, Zira and Becca search for the misplaced stuffed animal; with Zira using her wand's magic detector spell as a way to find it. As they are finding it, she learns more about Becca. She learns that she's 7 years old, loves to eat Cupcake Crunch, has autism, loves doing arts and crafts, and that she and her mom have a good, albeit shaky, relationship. Becca also tells Zira about her dad, who is in jail for being "in bad company with bad people".

"Mr. Sparkles was given to me prior to his trial. He told me that even if he did go, he would always be there within Mr. Sparkles.", Becca said, a bittersweet smile forming on her face. "So, when Mommy told me that he was going, I held on tight to him, reminding myself that he'd be by my side in place of Papa. I haven't let go of Mr. Sparkles since."

After hearing that story, Zira sympathetically squeezes Becca's hand a bit; feeling more determined to find the stuffed rabbit, no matter what.

After a few more minutes of walking, the wand rumbles and illuminates a silhouette to where the rabbit is......perched on the high branch of a tree.

"Get it for me, Miss Pretty Angel Princess. Pretty please?", pleads the young girl.

"On it.", Zira says confidentially, using her wings to fly to the branch and get the dingy stuffed rabbit down safely. She then flies down to Becca, gives her Mr. Sparkles, and watches as the little girl's face turns to one of pure joy and relief.

"Thank you so much! I love you!", Becca exclaims giddily, as she jumps to give Zira a big hug. "You're really my hero, Miss Pretty Angel Princess! My Hero, My Hero, My Hero!"

Zira felt really heroic at that moment. She felt great and like an actual magical girl, as well. After getting released from the hug, Becca then asks, "Can I get a picture with you?"

"Sure. Heroes like me love pictures."

Becca then gets her phone out from her purse and puts it on the camera mode.

"Say Hero!"

"Hero!"

SNAP! Went the camera; as Becca looked fondly at the picture of them. She then looked at Zira and said, "I'm now your biggest fan, Miss Pretty Angel Princess."

A fan? I have a fan?! Holy Brownie Sundae, I have a fan!, Zira thinks excitedly, before looking at the wide eyed young girl and says, "Well, I'm so happy to hear that. You might see me again. Also, for shortness sake, please call me Miss Azira."

"Miss Azira?", Becca says, before accepting the name. "Well, Miss Azira, I'm so glad to meet you. I gotta go tell Mommy about this. She's not gonna believe this. Oh, and I need to apologize to her."

"That's wonderful! Well, I better get going, Becca. Remember to stay kind and be good in all odds.", Zira says, as she flaps her wings. "See ya soon!"

"Bye, Miss Azira! Thanks for saving Mr. Sparkles for me!", Becca says waving, as Zira flies higher and higher away from her.

Suddenly, as soon as Zira was away from Becca(who was running home), a sparkly sound vibrates from her dress pocket. Zira then perches herself on a cloud, gets her PacPhone out, and turns it on to find the top notification:

💞🍫You received 500 Brownie Points! Keep up the good work, Pastel Pacifist!🍫💞

500 Brownie Points? Oh My Jellybeans!, Zira thought giddily. I gotta get more! Time for more good deeds!

And so, for the rest of the afternoon, Zira decides to go and do random good deeds for more Brownie Points across Crystal City. From helping old ladies crossing the street to saving kitties out of trees to even helping a bunch of kids bake cupcakes (which was delicious), by the time the sun was setting, Zira had enough Brownie Points to spend on new magic spells and a new outfit. She also felt a surge of happiness that she got to be helpful while being cute! It was a dream come true!

But, it was getting late and all Zira wanted was to go back to her house, detransform, and settle down at home; writing the exciting things she did in her diary. However, while flying, she saw 2 buff guys cornering a girl. A very familiar girl. With her light blonde hair, designer clothes, and makeup-caked face.

"D-don't mess with me! Us Mavericks are t-trained a-and........"

"What? We're not threatening at all, girlie.", one of the thugs said in a sickeningly sleazy tone. "We just want your money."

"Yeah. We just want to get by", the other thug said. "Just give us some money and no one gets-"

"NO!", the blonde girl boomed harshly at the 2 thugs. "Don't you know who you're talking to?! You're talking to the daughter of one of the most prestigious companies of the world! You're talking to Paris Maverick! Now, if you excuse me, I'll be-" As Paris is about to walk away, when one of the thugs grabs her hand and yanks her back against a wall, to the anger of Zira.

"Well, Missy, we don't like it when we're told No.", Thug Number 1 angrily spat. "We don't care if you're the daughter of the king of Kalmazoo!"

"Yeah!", Thug Number 2 yelled. "Now, we said that no one would get hurt, but I guess we have to break that ru-"

"Stop, you fiends!", Zira yells confidently, wand in hand, posing like she's going to fight a monster. Although, the 2 thugs were definitely monsters in the way they were treating the most popular girl at Crystal Junior High.

"Who the heck are you?!", Thug Number 1 asked; shock, confusion, and anger in his tone.

"I'm your Cheerful Neighborhood Pastel Pacifist Azira! And in the Name of the Sky, I will Punish you!"

Did I just mention both Butterflyman and Space Scout Sky?, Zira thought. Mike would be proud.

"Whatever, Sparkle Fairy.", Thug Number 1 said, letting Paris go in the process but going towards her. "I might've beaten up this princess, but you look like someone that needs it mo-"

"AZIRA HEART SMOKE BOMB!"

Her wand activates a pink and glittery smoke around the thugs; causing them to cough themselves silly. Zira then goes through them to see the honey blond, still feeling scared, and lends her a hand. Paris reluctantly grabs the pink gloved hand and they run far away from the coughing thugs in pink glittered smoke. She couldn't believe that she was actually saving a girl that she was both envious of and admired from afar simultaneously.

"W-why did you save me?", Paris balked. "You know that I could've saved myself!"

And there's the Paris I know. So glad to see her., Zira thought sarcastically.

"I have a duty to serve.", she actually said. "You were almost beaten up by those goons and I wanted to save you, even if I didn't want to!"

Paris looked at her, taken aback, cheeks pink, and feeling flustered.

"I-i-it's not like I wanted you to save me or anything! Besides, that outfit looked cute when I wore it......when I was 6."

And with that savage remark, off went Paris, strutting away somewhere. Probably to her billion dollar mansion.

She's such the looker, but has the tongue of a snake., Zira thinks, feeling angered, envied, and flattered at the same time. But, you know what she doesn't have? Magical Pow-

"HEY, FAIRY!", barked a familiar voice. Zira was put out of her thoughts and turned to see the 2 thugs, looking ridiculous covered in pink glitter, but angry nonetheless. "We're here to get ya for chasing away our money bank!"

"Yeah! Time for payback!"

Not these 2 again!, Zira thought exhaustively. Can't they see......ugh, whatever. I better get ready to lose, even if it's against magical girl code.

She was prepared with her wand in her hand, ready to attack the burly, glittery thugs coming towards her. She was bracing the sweet release of getting knocked around.....

When all of a sudden, a loud flute pierced the air. Zira looked up to see who was playing that lovely sound. Only to see a girl perched up on a building; who had long light purple hair held up in big bunny-esque pigtails and had a blue top hat to boot; wearing a purple and blue tank top with white lining, a matching short, 3-layered pleat tutu matching her top in coloring (followed by two frilly layers and accent with a lavender ribbon on the corner), striped white and blue thigh stockings, white flowey unattached arm sleeves and a pair of black combat boots. In her hands she was holding a sparkly blue ocarina.

The girl proceeds to then jump off the building and land in between Zira and the goons. She then begins to play a tune on the ocarina.

Zira wonders if the girl is another Pastel Pacifist.

Her thought was proven right when the 2 goons were floating mid-air with a lavender aura around them. The looks on them were horrified.

"P-p-please put us down! I'm scared of heights!", Thug Number 1 yelled out.

"M-me too!", Thug Number 2 said as well, face turning pale. "I think I'm
g-getting sick!"

"Well, maybe I'll let you 2 go.", Top Hat Girl says. "If you promise me you'll get actual jobs and clean up your acts!"

"W-we promise! We promise to be good!", the 2 thugs cried out.

"Okay."

Top Hat Girl then puts out her hand and yells out, "Maestro......Release!" The aura suddenly disappears and the 2 frightened thugs fall to the ground.

Whoa, she's so cool!, Zira thought, as the thugs got up and ran away from.......Maestro? Was that her Pastel Pacifist Moniker?

"Hey. Are you okay?", Maestro said, turning around to see an awestruck Zira. "I haven't seen you before. Are you new to being a Pacifist? If so, I'm Pacifist Maestro."

"I'm Pacifist Azira.", Zira says nonchalantly, as she shakes her hand. "I-it's nice to meet you."

Zira could now see Maestro's face and it looked beautiful. Like, very beautiful; to the point that she couldn't describe the words or adjectives about what a beauty she is. It helped that she had the prettiest, gleaming jade eyes she ever seen and-

Zira felt herself go pink. Stop crushing, you disaster!, she thought-scolded. You just met her! It's not like she happens to be the person you've been crushing on at schoo-

Her thoughts are interrupted when all of a sudden, she's in the air, holding onto Maestro's hand.

"Where are you taking me?", Zira asked her.

"To my hangout, silly.", Maestro said, pointing towards a huge water tower. "Sure, the top of a water tower is kinda weird for a hangout, but it's my kind of place to hang out at. Ya dig?"

"O-okay."

After landing on top of the Crystal Water Tower, the two Pastel Pacifists began to look at the beautiful night sky. The moon was bright and full of it's luminous light, the stars amplifying it to make it seem brighter. Zira felt like she was at ease; feeling accomplished and excited to meet another Pacifist. She then looks at Maestro, her face filled with happiness as she looked at her PacPhone.

"Yes! More Brownie Points!", Maestro exclaims. "And it's all thanks to me saving you from those goons, Azira."

"Why, thank you.", said Zira, feeling her cheeks turn pink again. " I didn't know what to do. Although, it was funny to see those 2 thugs covered in glitter floating in the air."

"Yeah, It was. Looks like those 2 will have a sparkly future!"

The 2 then began to laugh at that hilarious memory and at Maestro's joke. Afterward, Zira then peered into the purplenette's big eyes.

Big familiar eyes. Eyes that had reminded her of someone. Jade green eyes piercing at her.

Her.......
big....
jade....
green......
eyes.......

Zira then put 2 and 2 together and remembered what happened at school earlier.

She remembered that she saw those same jade green eyes when she fell on top of-

No!

NO!

Oh God No!

It couldn't be!!

Holy Cheesecake! Holy Brownies! Holy Apple Pie!

Zira couldn't stop herself from this revelation! So, with all the regret and humiliation set aside, she yells out.........

"J-j-JACKIE HARRISON, IS THAT YOU?!!!!!!!"