First story woo!
This story was inspired by faultyandroid, Reposhillo, Ukaneful, and all the others who write the joyful pairing of RRBcest.
More info in the end A/N!
Please enjoy!
They say there are two types of superpowered people in this world.
Superheroes and supervillains. But that was looking at it with a black-and-white, child-like lens. Superheroes can be dicks and supervillains can be pleasant people. Different things must be taken into account like personality, background, living situation, and even age.
The Powerpuff Girls for instance. Three adorable, pleasant, caring superheroes. The best and most powerful heroines on the planet. But they aren't always perfect. Sometimes they are ill-mannered and selfish and make careless mistakes. But they are only 6 years old after all. They may underestimate opponents from time to time but they are wise enough to learn from their mistakes because they are being raised by an affectionate, intelligent father in a city that loves them.
The Rowdyruff Boys on the other hand, are the opposite. Also adorable, but mean-spirited, selfish, nasty little bullies with nary a nice moment to recount. They are hated and feared by all of Townsville. They too were only 6 years old but they lived, for the most part, alone in a cabin they stole from a rage-fueled monster; and the only parental guidance comes from an evil monkey and an evil demon (during the very rare times anything resembling 'parenting' happens). So they didn't think about 'underestimating'. That wasn't even in their vocabulary. There's only 'the other guy got lucky'.
So they attacked their latest victim with a gusto, completely carefree of the consequences. They beat the small creature with their fists, dragged it through the pointed tree branches, and laughed manically as they threw it in the mud. Even now, they floated over it, clutching their stomachs and kicking their legs as they howled with laughter so hard it was almost painful. They didn't see themselves as 'villains'. Evil for sure, but villain was the dorky label put on all of the OTHER dorky losers who kept getting their butts kicked by the Powerpuff Girls. In their minds, they are cool, evil boys who just had fun. And that's really all this is.
Fun.
Except of course, for the underestimated victim. The tiny creature dragged itself out of the mud puddle and looked up at the three boys who were completely unaware that it knew so much about them already.
Brick, the arrogant, talkative leader. He didn't lead anything, he just talked. Bossed around really! He made every command, every insult, every taunt! His laugh was the loudest and the meanest. With long red hair, big red eyes, and even a striking signature red hat to go along with it, he could easily command attention just by walking down the street. And yet he used his voice the most and the loudest.
Boomer, so eager it was almost adorable. In fact with his messy blond hair and big blue eyes, he actually looked sort of cute even while kicking in its face. He was the most expressive with those eyes in fact. They were always looking, rapidly moving, making sure to catch any and all attention on him. When it was his turn to attack he made sure the creature noticed him while doing his move. He made sure to catch the reaction, both of the creature and especially his brothers to a 'rad move'. Though he clearly had as much fun as his brothers, with him there appeared to be this little fear almost, that all that he does (and him as a person) will be brushed off, unnoticed, or deemed 'lame'.
And then there's Butch. Almost forgettable really. His black hair and green color scheme helped him blend into the nighttime forest so well, that it should be forgiven for forgetting there is a third until three punches hit it at the same time. He also doesn't have much of a presence vocally. Brick already talked the most but Boomer threw in his own insults here and there (even if they didn't make sense). Butch however, either enthusiastically agreed with the other two or simply did not speak. It could have been overexcitement. His rapid movements and twitchiness, even while he was still, indicated that he wanted to spend more of his energy on action and moving than talking. But he listened perfectly well to his brothers. Their insults (when they made sense) had a swift and almost witty add-on when Butch did talk. Clearly he was paying attention, even when it looked like he wasn't. He must be so used to listening then.
Speaking of, the creature was forced to listen to three boys laugh at his misery. Through the laughs, Brick was still trying to get an insult out and Boomer tried to open his eyes to see the pain in front of him.
Their cohesiveness was almost precious. Their bond, despite their background and current parenthood and social situation, was almost endearing. But the creature was a fledgling god-like, demon creature just fresh from training. He wanted to be as wise as his mentors and the wisest way to be wise is to teach a lesson.
These boys had so many lessons to learn, that they were going to learn all of them by losing something they really, really care about.
Recklessly, the creature muttered a chant under its breath and used its powers on them. It did not think of what it was doing, whether or not it will help, or anything actually wise. Just emotionally motivated revenge for a vacation trip gone sour thanks to three little boys. The boys stopped laughing and started screaming when a red beam hit them and appeared to be shocking them. It only took a few seconds for the red beam to slowly return to the creature's hands. The Rowdyruffs then fell into the circle on their backs, all three knocked out cold.
The creature had no idea what it took from the boys until it powered down. Once it did find out, it panicked a little until it could convince itself that these three abilities are the perfect things to lose when you need to learn a lot of lessons.
And it's not like they'll really need them.
And it's sorta like...maybe they'll be motivated to learn faster in order to get these abilities back.
Yes, the creature felt wise even though in the back of its mind it knew it did not act wise at all.
But Townsville had a reputation for being a crazy place with crazy magic, crazy occurrences, and other crazy folk; all of which had an equal chance of attacking three kindergarten-aged boys tonight. So maybe that's what all of its mentors and peers will believe until these boys can learn their lesson.
It hoped and prayed and disappeared.
Okay so this was a prologue of sorts that I hoped you liked.
Pairing is going to be BrickxBoomer. So if you don't like that then feel free to stop reading!
This isn't the only story(nor the only pairing haha) I have ideas for. But it's the only one where I have a good plan (10 chapters, 3 'arcs' of sorts, etc.) so it is the first one to go up!
I'll try to stay consistent with updates(but PLEASE bear with me here) and of course, I'll try to improve my writing as I continue on. Next update actually seems likely to come up tomorrow.
Again, I hope you enjoyed this and are interested in what happens next!
