My First PPG Fanfiction EVAH! -jumps in joy- haha, anyways, I hope you enjoy, and I would love if you gave me your comment about this, like info to help me improve with my writing!
Flamers Are Welcome. I Enjoy Hot Things. Especially Hot Men. -winks- Haha.. Idk...
Warning: Most Characters Are OOC, The PPG and RRB and such DO NOT have super powers in this, and there WILL be Yaoi, Shounen Ai, BL, ManxMan, whatever the fuck you want to call it. DO NOT read if you can't stand this. Oh, there will also be harsh language such as 'FUCKING BLOODY HELL, SHIT!!' and more. Enjoy~!
Disclaimer: The Powerpuff Girls Do Not Belong To Me, Nor Do Any Of The Characters In This Story. Except For A Few Random Animals. I Claim Them. If I DID Own The Powerpuff Girls, You Would Be Seeing Loads Of The Rowdyruff Boys Destroying Everything And Being Slashed Together Like The World's About To Explode.
Boomer groaned as a bloody 'Game Over' appeared on the screen before him. He was just blasting a few zombies when a loud crash distracted him and made him lose the game. A simple second of lost concentration, for god's sake! He glared at the source of the sound, and saw Butch wrestling with a bull dog he had found wandering around one day. "Will ya cut that out?!" he growled out and slammed the controller down in anger. "Haha, what for?! Not like we're doing much harm!" his brother protested before they knocked over one of the tables in the small living room, making an irk mark appear on Boomer's forehead. "Not much harm, huh?!" he stomped over to Butch and the dog and tried to punch Butch on the head, only for his brother to catch his wrist in time to stop the incoming fist. "What do ya think your doing?!" Butch screamed out, his eyes narrowing. Boomer just glared and attempted another punch, resulting in a brawl. Somehow, the dog was dragged into all of this.
This continued on for a few hours until a voice interrupted them. "And WHAT are you two doing?!" Both Butch and Boomer growled and glared up at Brick for interrupting. "Can't you SEE that we're trying to fight here?!" they both bellowed out, making Brick glare at them. "Clearly," he began and nudged one of them with his foot, "But WHY are you fighting?" he growled. "Well," Butch began, being interrupted by Boomer "I WAS PLAYING A GAME AND BU--" "HE WOULDN'T LET ME AND FRE--" "BUTCH AND HIS DUMB DOG MESSE--" "WHO ARE YOU CALLING DUMB, DUMB ASS?!" Butch roared out, grabbing Boomer by the collar of his shirt and bawled his fist up, ready to strike Boomer. "STOP!" Brick bellowed out, rubbing his temple with his thumb and forefinger in stress. "I don't give a SHIT how this happened, now! All I want is for you two pussies to get the fuck away from each other before you destroy the house!" Butch and Boomer looked at eachother with a dumbfound expression on both of their faces at Brick's exclamation before looking bach at Brick. "Uh.. Sure.." Butch said, quickly calming down. Boomer didn't say anything, just seethed slightly and crossed his arms into a pout.
Brick groaned slightly and looked at both of his brothers. "Whatever. Just, go the fuck to bed since we have school tomorrow.. I don't want to be carrying around two masses of dead weight the whole day.." Butch and Boomer both sighed and agreed to go to bed, not wanting to make Brick angrier then what he already was. They trudged off, leaving Brick to stare at the space they were just at before shaking his head slightly and sighing at his brothers' behaviors. He then walked to his room, as well, to get much needed sleep.