Drabble Meme

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THIS IS HOW WE DO IT.


1) Post with your character.
2) Others will reply with short PROMPTS, like a word, phrase, song title, lyrics, other characters in the drabble, etc.
3) Write a short drabble of your character inspired by the prompts you get.
4) LEAVE PROMPTS FOR EVERYONE ELSE. Enjoy the drabbles.
5) ??????
6) Learn more about your character than you ever wanted. 8D


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Pfft. I'm later.

Prompt: Hidden

[morphitudinous]

Hey, you're not supposed to be here :P Anyway, here goes!
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"What would happen if everyone knew who I truly was?"

At the outset of his odd career, Billy had readily agreed to Zordon's decree that they keep their identities as Rangers secret, a hidden part of themselves that would never come to light. They were safer that way, the reasoning went---no interviews, no harassment, no loss of normalcy in their school lives. It was simply an accepted part of the job.

Now Billy wasn't particularly a believer in spending time pondering 'what if', but life as a secret savior of his town had presented a burning curiosity. His fellow citizens all had opinions about the Power Rangers, and opinions about the kids they really were. What would happen if it was common knowledge that they were one and the same?

Sometimes, during an unusually trying day in class, he'd picture the looks of shock on Bulk and Skull's faces. Disbelief that the Rangers had been under their noses the entire time they searched. He'd imagine what his teachers would think of teaching the heroes everyone admired so much. What his parents would say, knowing they'd raised a protector of the land.

Strangely, it was hard to picture Ernie treating them any differently. Something about the proprietor of the Juice Bar discouraged questioning of loyalty. Already, the man was willing to give them anything they needed. He even managed to catch their attention when a monster attack was going on in Angel Grove. Did that mean he knew, or suspected?

Regardless, acknowledgment of all that he did for the city was just a passing fantasy. Especially considering that almost everyone he thought of in those days had likely been slaughtered by the Ohm. Here, on this strange quest, he was just one of many heroes. And an unskilled one by the standards they set---the others were faster, stronger, and smarter.

Here, there was no glory. Billy Cranston was just a greasemonkey and part-time grunt. And that, to his surprise, was all right. What he did and who he did it with mattered to him more than what the others thought, as anyone who had been a bullied outcast knew well.