Authors Note: Hello all, I hope you enjoy the first chapter to my new fic. I don't know whether or not to continue it yet, let me know what you think!
It was a chilly autumn afternoon in the city of Townsville. The city was quite active today as usual, but the weather was supposed to change to a harsh winter soon. Weather stations were all reporting snow to fall any day now. Inside one of the rooms at a specific home, a teenage girl sat at her desk in her room, looking at a newspaper. She was wearing a green sweater that had black stars in various sizes across it. She also had short raven black hair that reached her shoulders in length. She was Buttercup, the tougher one of a trio of famous heroes known as the Powerpuff Girls, super powered girls who were created by accident a long time ago. Buttercup's room looked a little untidy. A small bed was set up against the wall by the window with a few posters scattered on the wall. A desk was also set across from the wall. Their father had decided the triplets needed separate rooms a few years ago for their own privacy.
"Why does this bother me so much worse than the others?" Buttercup asked herself. The newspaper article she was looking at showed her standing alongside her sisters, though the newspaper was two months old.
"Powerpuff Girls save innocent lives from burning apartment," the headline read. It seemed like a normal day saving lives. Buttercup sighed, sitting down the paper, leaning back in her chair. There was no such thing as a completely safe mission, as their leader put it, but Buttercup knew that they couldn't save everyone. That apartment fire back then really engraved that into her memory, more than anything. Buttercup's train of thought, though, was interrupted by a knocking at the door.
"It's unlocked," Buttercup said, while resting the newspaper subtly underneath some of her books. She saw the door open, revealing her sister, a girl with very long orange hair and a red bow tied on her hair. She was wearing a pink coat that had black flower petals on it in random patterns.
"Hey, Buttercup. You forgot to meet us for lunch," she greeted happily. She was Blossom, the self-proclaimed leader of the Powerpuff Girls. She was pretty smart, all things considered, and as result was the tactician when the three needed planning for fights. Blossom was holding a small take out box. She rested it on the desk in front of her sister.
"I didn't forget," Buttercup retorted, realizing by reading her alarm clock that was about two in the afternoon. She opened the small box, seeing a hot dog resting in it with French fries and ketchup beside it. She didn't waste any time beginning to eat. Blossom didn't know how to interpret their sister brushing off their plans. It either meant she was having a really bad day or had better plans in mind. Blossom took a seat on the bed.
"Are you okay?" Blossom decided to cut to the main question, her pink eyes expressing her concern of the situation. Buttercup swallowed another mouthful of fries. She didn't mean to worry their leader, but when she was depressed or distracted, she acted that way without noticing herself, though she for one hated having others worry about her constantly.
"I had some nightmares last night… that's it," Buttercup somewhat lied that her sleep schedule was damaged which led to her acting weird. But her sister saw through the lie very easily.
"Even if you were sleep deprived, your daily nap schedule would keep you more than energized," Blossom joked, trying to lighten the tone of the conversation a little. She hated when buttercup tried to shut her out, and whenever that happened, only one of two things happened. They either fought or they ignored each other for quite a while. Occasionally, it was both.
"Haha, real funny," Buttercup sarcastically retorted, caring more about the food right now.
"Buttercup, I'm not talking to you like a leader. I'm trying to be helpful as a sister. I hate seeing you like this, and the professor gets worried, too," Blossom pressed further. She tried to enter this conversation calmly, however her black haired sister didn't agree with that.
"Really? The last time we tried and talked about one of my problems, you brushed me off and talked about battle plans for giant monsters. I could really care less about what you think, when you care more about the town than your own family," Buttercup explained angrily what she really thought about her sibling's emotional state. Blossom was taken aback by this.
"Wha? I… these plans are made to protect everyone equally! I don't know why you hate me, but frankly, I hate the way you act and your attitude! I wish you'd just move out!" Blossom responded before storming off out the door, slamming it shut behind her. Buttercup didn't care much for any of her words, beyond the ending of the sentence. Midway through another chomp of her food, she hatched a little idea, reaching down and pulling out her cellphone. She dialed someone close to her on the phone, waiting for the ringing to be answered.
"Hello?" a boy's voice chimed. Buttercup got a devious smile.
"Hi there, Boomer, what's up?" the green powerpuff greeted. He was Boomer, the not so bright one of the puffs' rival group, the Rowdyruff Boys, who were created to counter them in every sense. The puffs had thankfully fought them off a lot over the years. However, Buttercup had a secret relation with the blue ruff.
"Oh hi, BC! It's going great. I got to help dad make an invention. What's going on for you?" Boomer sounded joyful to hear the green puff's voice. She stood up from her chair and went over to the window, seeing the slowly setting sun.
"Well, Boomy, I'm feeling a little pent up again. Care to come over and hang out tonight?" Buttercup offered.
"Yeah! I'll be over at the usual time," the blue ruff accepted. It was almost as if Buttercup could hear his mental excitement over this. He then hung up after that. Buttercup smirked as she put her own phone away. She and Boomer had started meeting up occasionally about a year ago. It was a bond described only as friends with benefits. When they both felt as if they needed help relieving stress, she enjoyed each experience better than the last. She stretched, looking forward to tonight, already mentally pondering her orange haired sister's words.
"Maybe Blossom's advice isn't all that bad."