So here's the deal -

-I seemed to have stumbled upon the Powerpuff Girls while surfing on the Youtube on a very boring day. Seeing the three happy, peppy girls fly around and save the day in an over-dramatic, happy-go-lucky way made me remember why I watched the show when I was younger: the boys. You see, the Rowdyruff Boys are, without a single doubt, my favorite characters on the show. Those three should have their own show, but we all know that'll never happen... one can hope though.

Anyway, I'm starting to ramble (I do that a lot...) so lets get to the point of this long and boring author's note which, by the way, if you made it this far then you deserve a cookie or something. I also promise that the first chapter of this story will have the longest author's note. Afterwards, I probably wont even want to talk to you guys... Whatever, I just wanted to say a nice 'Hello' before the story started to assure all my lovely readers that I'm really not as mean as I may seem. Honest!

Oh, one more thing...

On a VERY rare occasion you will find me posting stories with parings. If the creators wanted the RRBs and the PPGs to hook up and live happily ever after, they would hook up and live happily ever after. As of right now though, they are enemies. Plus I suck at all that romance crap. In other words:

NO PAIRINGS!

Sorry if that ruined the entire story for you just now. :)

Disclaimer: I do not own the Powerpuff Girls (Oh... DUH!). - This disclaimer goes for all chapters for this story. -

"What is insanity, anyway? Is it when you scream and everyone else whispers, or is when you fight for what's right, even when everyone else thinks you're wrong?" - ?

"BRICK! THROW IT OVER HERE!" Boomer shouted over the blare of his green brother's stereo. Brick grinned as he tossed the football to Boomer who caught it in midair. The force from the throw caused the little blue ruff to smack into the wall behind him. Brick dropped to the ground in a fit of laughter that was drown out by Butch's blasting metal music.

The green ruff was head banging to the screaming music. His hair was in a crazy mess and his tongue was sticking out as he panted and twitched with excitement. Brick, who was still on the floor, had lost his cap (the volume of the music blew it off a while ago), but he didn't seem to notice or care at the moment. Boomer was peeling himself out of the wall and dusting debris off of him.

"NICE THROW!" Boomer shouted, but his voice was unheard to Brick. Boomer grinned as he saw how unprepared his brother was. Building up power, Boomer pulled back and thrust the football as hard as he could. The ball left a faint trail of blue as it flew towards the red Rowdyruff and smacked him right in the nose. Brick went soaring backwards and skid a few feet until his momentum died down and he fell limp in the middle of the floor. After about a minute it registered to Boomer that he probably just knocked his brother unconscious.

"Brick?" He asked, or more mouthed. He couldn't even hear his own voice. Cautiously, the blue ruff floated over to his brother. Brick was going to either find this really funny, or be really, really ticked. "B-Brick?" He leaned over his brother, slight worry on his face. Brick's upper lip was cut and swollen as if he bit through it. He had a nasty bruise on the bridge of his nose and blood oozed out of both nostrils and slid off both sides of his Cupid's bow. If Brick wasn't super-powered, his nose would have been broken.

"BUTCH!" Boomer spun on his heel; worry flushed his ocean blue, bug-eyes. "I THINK I KILLED BRICK!" An unheard moan came from behind Boomer as his red brother sat up and rubbed his face; flinching and wincing at the pain in his nose. "BUTCH! BUUUUUUUTCH!" Boomer sounded like he was going to cry, but the green ruff continued punching and kicking thin air, hand banging, and would twinge every few seconds.

Brick's gaze lazily landed on Boomer. The dazed boy blinked in confusion. Seeing the blue boy jumping up in down frantically to get Buth's attention caused something in his mind to click. Clenching his teeth, he stood up and tapped his brother's shoulder. Boomer turned around and gasped. Brick grinned evilly through the blood streaming down his face.

"Hey, Boomer…" He mouthed. Boomer gulped as Brick punched him in his face. The blue ruff grabbed his at his nose as Brick laughed and spit blood on the floor. Boomer growled and tackled his brother to the carpet in anger. Brick kangaroo-kicked him off, sending the younger boy flying forward. He then sprung to his feet and launched himself towards Boomer. Red grabbed blue and the boy spun Boomer in front of him, smashing into Butch's stereo.

Silence swept throughout the entire room, leaving an awkward and eerie ring in three pairs of ears. Butch froze, mid head bang, and twitched in anger. His eyes popped open and his tongue slowly recoiled its way back into his mouth as he gritted his teeth. His eyes narrowed and darted over at his brothers who were still wrestling on the floor. Apparently the silence wasn't awkward enough for them to stop.

"WHAT DID YOU DO?!" Butch boomed. That stopped them. Boomer had a fistful of Brick's long red hair which was easier to grab without his hat. Brick's foot was shoved in Boomer's face and he was grabbing at the blue ruff's shirt. Both boys blinked at the rage building up in Butch.

"What?" Boomer spoke up. Butch was twitching violently. He hadn't done that in a while and it freaked the boys out slightly. Butch was too angry to speak. Instead, he thrust his arm out and pointed to the busted stereo. Brick and Boomer got up off the ground.

"Relax, Butch," Brick started, "it's just a stupid ster—AH!" A green blur tacked red as Butch beat the crap out of his brother. Boomer tried to run, but got tackled too, and Brick attacked Butch to get him off of Boomer. Everything was falling off the walls or breaking around them and they were almost making more noise than the stereo was. None of the boys heard a click of the door as their current father walked inside the room.

HIM stared, mouth agape and awestruck as to what was going on. Everything was destroyed, and if it wasn't, it was going to be very soon. His eyes followed the destruction until they eventually landed on the culprits. HIM didn't care who started the fight, but he sure knew who was winning it. Butch was in his crazy mood again. That boy had so many issues, HIM was slightly worried. Slightly… being the keyword. Being father to a homicidal, borer-line psychotic child would freak out most parents, but to a super-villain, Butch was a gift from God.

He did have to stop him from killing off his other children though. Brick's nose looked broken and blood splattered his face. Boomer's shirt was ripped in several places and his hair was in crazy knots. Sighing in annoyance, He smiled as he casually walked over to his boys.

Butch had backed Boomer and Brick into a corner. He was panting from exhaustion and twitching with rage. Just as he was about to punch down on his brothers again a sharp claw grabbed his wrist. Winching in shock and pain, he looked up only to find HIM grinning at him.

"Now, now, Butch," HIM soothed, tightening his grip on the boy's wrist. The boy winced in pain. "What seems to be the problem, hmmm?" HIM's voice echoed against the walls of the quiet room. Gritting his teeth, Butch pointed to a corner.

HIM's eyes followed his hand. A stereo – Butch's stereo to be exact – was smashed in two and sparking. HIM sighed.

"Now, Butch, I know you're mad, but you can't take your anger out on your brothers."

"Why not?" Butch snapped. He darted his attention back to his brothers again and jerked out of HIM's grip. "They're the one's that did it!"

"Yes, but you can't kill them—"

"I wasn't going to kill them!" Butch defended. HIM looked unconvinced. His eyes darted over to Brick and Boomer who were snickering in the corner.

"Boys, would you please go into the other room? Your brother and I need to talk…" Brick and Boomer grinned and looked at Butch. After a moment they nodded and red and blue blurs darted out of the room. Once gone, their snickers turned to laughter at the thought of Butch getting in trouble. Butch growled tried to follow them, but HIM grabbed his chin and turned the boy's head to face him. "Look, Butch, you're my son, and believe it or not, I do care about you." Butch blinked. Where was this going? "But I care about your brother's too. And one day, I fear that your anger is going to get too out of hand and you might—"

"I can control myself!" Butch defended and twitched in annoyance. He was somewhat insulted. "Besides, I would never kill them. Not on purpose anyway…" He muttered the last part in a sarcastic way that HIM didn't catch and shot an evil glare at the doorway. HIM grabbed his chin again.

"That's my point." HIM got on his knees to be level with the boy. "Why don't you go blow off some steam in Townsville? Hmmm? I think it'll be good for you and your brothers."

"But I can control my anger! I wouldn't kill them! HONEST!" Butch was starting to sound a little desperate. Why wouldn't he believe him? He would never actually hurt them.

"Butch," HIM sighed, "I'll get you another stereo, just… go out and blow some steam off, 'k?"

"You don't believe me…" Butch whispered. His eyes glazed over and stared at a fixture in space. "I would never hurt them that badly…"

"Well two boys in the other room may say otherwise…" Butch's eyebrow's furrowed. His twitching died down dramatically, but every so often another one would slip past him and further HIM's point. HIM stood up and smiled. "I'll send you to Townsville, okay? You can come back when you're all calmed down and whatever, 'k?" Butch growled. No, it wasn't okay. His father thought he was a homicidal maniac that was going to murder his brothers. Didn't anyone have faith in him? Through gritted teeth and clenched fists, he nodded his head.

"Gooood!" HIM smiled, obviously missing how much he upset the boy. "Then we'll see you when you get back!" A tingling feeling filled the boy's body as he was teleported out of the room. HIM smiled. "This parenting stuff is easyyyyyyy!"

"GIVE ME BACK MY CAP, BOOMER!" A crash in the other room and a yelp of pain caused HIM to sigh.

"BOYS!"

"GIRLS!" Blossom yelled as she watched her sisters fight the creature before them. It very much resembled an octopus, but it had only one eye and sharp pointy teeth. In all honesty, it was a reoccurring character that attacked the town a lot, and usually the girls could handle him. Today was different though.

Blossom was the only Powerpuff that wasn't tied down by one of its tentacles. If she got too close to the creature it would catch her too, and then her sisters would be doomed. She had to think…

"AHHHHHH!"

"Bubbles! Buttercup!" Blossom screamed. She began flying towards the creature, but it smacked her out of the air sending her to the concrete. Slowly getting up and moaning, she felt something wrap around her leg and tighten its grip. Her eyes snapped eyes open and she shot her head down.

"Oh, no!"

Too late. The creature pulled Blossom forward and she dangled upside-down in the air by her leg. She had a clear view of her pinned sisters who were screaming in agony and pain. She looked around in all directions hoping to find something – anything – that could help them get out of this. In the distance however; she saw something else…

To say Butch was mad would be a bit of an understatement. He was livid; furious at his 'father' for not hearing his side of the story, his brothers who half set him up for his humiliation, and just about anyone and anything that would get in his way. He didn't know where he was going. He had no true destination; he was just flying around Townsville, but thinking about what happened at home caused his ticks to come back and he wanted to crash into things and hurt himself to make them stop. He rounded a building, completely oblivious to a giant octopus attacking the city; completely oblivious to the Powerpuff Girls who were fighting (and losing) to said octopus. But the octopus wasn't oblivious to him…

Blossom watched as the monster smacked Butch down from the sky. She watched as it dragged his limp body over to the three girls and dangle him up next to her. She watched him come to his senses as he woke up from his small daze. She watched his eyes narrow and she watched him start to twitch. Then she watched him break free of his grip and beat the octopus to sushi.

Blossom dropped on the ground next to her sisters when the creature was forced to let her go as it was thrown in the opposite direction. All three girls stared in amazement as the green Rowdyruff blasted their attacker away.

"Is that… Butch?" Buttercup asked, slightly irritated. Why is it that her counterpart could take on a creature all three of her sisters couldn't?

"Why is he helping us?" Bubbles added, looking at Blossom as if she held the answer.

"I don't think he is…" Blossom squinted as Butch punched the octopus farther away. "Girls, I don't even think he knows we're here."

"Where's Brick and Boomer?" Bubbles looked around, but could see no sign of the other Rowdyruffs.

"Maybe they're planning something!" Buttercup accused. She was about to fly off and attack the ruff, but was stopped by her pink sister.

"Wait, Buttercup," she scanned over Butch who just tore off the octopus's legs and punched it to the ground. The head of the creature crashed in front of them. It was so apparent that it was dead, but Butch wouldn't stop hitting it. "Something's wrong…"

Stop, Butch. A little voice in the back of his head was begging the green ruff. You said you could control it!

"I CAN!" Butch growled. He busted through the monster's head, ripping a hole in the sides, and causing water and ink to spill out all over the road: deflating the creature like a balloon. Even then, Butch couldn't stop.

HIM was right you know… the voice urged on as the ruff pounded the ground with his fists. It whispered in his ear. You're crazy. Insane. You shouldn't be around people. Especially those you 'care about'.

"Shut UP!" Butch screamed. He grabbed his head and pulled his hair.

You're talking to yourself now. You're nuts. Stop twitching, freak! HIM was right. It's a wonder he didn't throw you out before. Or better yet, send you to the crazy house. The voice wouldn't stop taunting him. He pounded the street until his fists turned red.

"He didn't throw me out!" Butch's eyes were watery now as he tried to blink away tears. "He didn't! I wouldn't hurt them! I can control myself."

Can you?

Butch twitched violently and pounded his head with his fists. "St-top t-twitching!" Angry, hot tears were dangerously close to falling as they built up in his emerald eyes. He gripped his head and slowly started counting, trying desperately to calm himself down.

"Butch?" Blossom asked. The scene before them was shocking. Butch didn't even know they were there. Blossom slowly got up the courage to walk up to the ruff, but was stopped by Buttercup.

"He's my counterpart. I'll handle it." Blossom nodded in understanding.

"Butch?" Buttercup asked in a much more demanding tone than Blossom. Butch had collapsed on the ground. He was twitching every three seconds and muttering mindless words to himself. He still didn't recognize the girls, or that Buttercup was now standing over him. "BUTCH!" She shouted. Butch either didn't see her or he didn't care. She gently shook his shoulder. That got his attention.

Butch screamed, swung his arm around and punched the green puff in the gut. She went flying into her sisters, knocking all three girls down. In a fit of panic, Butch took off into the sky.

"What's his problem?" Buttercup asked, picking herself up off the ground and rubbing her head.

"I don't know," Blossom muttered, "but we need to find him before he hurts someone or himself… Come on, girls!" Three blurs of light shot into the sky and then split into different directions.

And here's the part where I would normally say, "I hope you liked it!", but in all honesty... I don't care if you liked it. Review if you want. I don't care about that either because I understand if you are lazy. I am lazy too. Ah... procrastination. Although (unless my internet feels like dying on me):

Next Update: February 21st 2009.

I promise this one. Regardless of my procrastinating ways. Peace out, girl scout.

-Red