Hey guys, this is my first PPG fic—be kind, and I'm going to try to do something romance-ish here, again be kind, I have never attempted romance before so, uh well…here goes nothing!
-Sugar, Spice, and Everything Nice.
These were the ingredients chosen to create the perfect little girls.
But,
Professor Utonium accidentally added an extra ingredient to the concoction.
Chemical X.
Thus the Powerpuff Girls were born,
Using their ultra superpowers
Blossom
Bubbles
& Buttercup
have dedicated their lives to fighting crime and the forces of evil.
Or at least that's how it was. Surprising how things can change in roughly ten short years. Or perhaps it's surprising how much things stay the same in ten short years.
Forget my life! Why does all this funny stuff happen to me! (Author here, anybody get the reference?)It's a bitterly cold and grey day as Buttercup slouches home, three C's, two D's, and a big fat f. The Professor's gonna kill me. The wind is strong, pushing her hair back wildly, not good weather for flying.
They won't let me do winter sports with grades like these! Not to mention that I'm so dead. You should be more like Blossom, Buttercup. why does the Professor always compare me to Blossom—Blossom always gets good grades, top of her class, bright future, Blossom this and Blossom that, Blah blah blah! Well, I'm not Blossom!
Buttercup kicked a rock viciously, it skittered thirty feet ahead leaving a long scorch mark across the sidewalk. Like Blossom's actually going anywhere, she'll be stuck here just like the rest of us saving everybody's lazy butts. Who knew that, at the age of five, dedicating your life to fighting crime and the forces of evil actually meant dedicating your entire life. Not that she disliked her job, but a little normality wouldn't hurt. Getting called out of class by the mayor to fight giant monsters is most certainly not the way normal teenage girls spend their time. The worst part was that nobody understands what it's like to have these powers; sure Buttercup had her sisters—but somehow that's different. People didn't see her as Buttercup, they saw her as ButtercupThePowerpuffGirl. They sold merchandise, dolls, t-shirts; there was even a TV show!
But people were so busy watching her they forgot to look at her. To see her for who she really is, not the just sister of Bubbles and Blossom, but the athletic sophomore with a bit of an attitude problem who likes to eat Doritos and watch re-runs of Astro-boy. Nobody bothered to get to know that Buttercup.
Sometimes she felt so alone. Which was silly, she had two super-powered sisters, how could she possible feel alone? But as Buttercup will soon learn, you can't always control how you feel.
It wasn't until she reached the outside of Townsville that she heard the alarms. Bank robbery? She thought, I can get there before the mayor even reaches for the phone, anyway kicking butt always puts me in a good mood. And in a green streak she was gone, backpack left in the dust.
There were three masked men clambering into the back of a get-away van when Buttercup appeared on the scene, eyebrows arched and scowling. They didn't stand a chance. Her sisters hadn't shown up yet, perfect, she liked flying solo from time to time. With one swift kick the van went flying. She should have caught it, but she didn't, she let it fall with a sickening crunch of metal on pavement. Money flew spiraling around her, oops, guess I didn't give them time to secure the loot. Melting the crumpled metal with her laser vision Buttercup ripped off the side of the van and sent it flying. The crooks stared paralyzed with fear, so dizzy they couldn't tell which end was up. Buttercup loved to freak people out. Now she could have stopped here, she should have stopped here but she didn't.
Leaping inside she began to pummel them one by one into a bloody pulp ignoring their cries for mercy. She was killing them and she didn't care. Something had been building inside her, tension, month after month. And Buttercup had finally snapped there was so much emotion trapped up inside her and the only way she knew how to let it out was through rage. Her hands were bruised, her throat was raw, it wasn't until then that she realized she was screaming.
A voice snapped her out of her trans. A high distraught voice shrieking Buttercup! It was Bubbles but it wasn't Bubbles. It was in her head.
And she stopped, panting, beaten. Oh god, oh god, what's wrong with me? What have I done!
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" she blubbered.
Had she killed them? They were so quiet and motionless. Her skin prickled with goose flesh not from the cold. She flew up, terrified, surrounded by people and news cameras. And her sisters. She streaked off in a daze.
"Buttercup!" Blossom and Bubbles called in unison.
"Come back" Bubbles said softly, a waver in her voice.
Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed, please please, please, R&R! Thinking that I'm going to be doing POV's for all the girls, maybe the RRB too? Or maybe strictly stick with Buttercup and Butch, dunno yet. Anyway tell me what you think! :D
~Phlinn