Hey, disclaimer: I don't own any of the Powerpuff Girl Characters. I'm only claiming that I own The characters called the RightRighteousBoys, which include Brave, Brace and Bow. I also own Bish and Bear. Only five characters, that's it.

Chapter One:

No One's Pov:

"What's today's report?"

"Sir, they created another one."

"Utonium created another one?"

"Actually it was the heroines who did, not Utonium, sir."

"Oh?"

"Yes. It seems the girls wanted another sister. But they messed up the formula and created retarded child, sir."

"Where's the child now?"

"She died."

"She died?"

"There had been a huge attack on the power puffs. Their sister, Bunny they called her, had saved them. But she was unstable. She ended up exploding afterwards."

"I see..."

"But we were able to collect her DNA from the explosion, sir."

"Good."

"What do we do, sir?"

"Did we collect all the formulas yet?"

"You mean from the powerpuffs, the rowdyruffs, and those other six kids from the mirror world, sir?"

"Yes, did we find out what they all were?"

"Yes, sir. They've been saved onto the data base, sir."

"Good. Not only will you bring back the retarded girl, but make sure you make three others. One formula for each child's DNA makeup. Do I make myself clear?"

"...You mean you want one powerpuff, a rowdyruff, a powerpunk girl, and one rightrighteous boy?"

"Exactly."

"Sir, may I ask why?"

"As you know, we could use these super powered kids to spy on anyone we want. But we haven't been able to, until now. With the young heroines thinking their sister is dead, no one will expect to see her again. And since the others don't have a fourth sibling, we can make three more without suspicion. We'll make a team of super powered children to do what the government can't. Think about it. Wars and disasters will end, no genius criminal, anywhere, will get away with world threatening crime again, this is for the best."

"Sir, we always talked about this, but I don't recall creating children was part of the plan. Whatever happened to asking for help from the powerpuffs?"

"...Are you disobeying my orders?"

"Uh, no sir! I'm just saying, we would have to keep the children captive. They wouldn't have the freedom like other kids to know the outside world. Isn't that, a little, inhuman?"

"What's worse? Letting the tragedies around the world to keep happening, or to keep genetically modified humans captive to help keep peace to our world?"

"..."

"Their lives would not be in vain."

"I understand sir."

"Good, get to it."

"Yes sir..."

"One more thing."

"Yes sir?"

"Treat them as human as possible. Give them names instead of numbers to call them by. And an education. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir. Anything else sir?"

"That's all. You're dismissed."

…

"Ah, perfect. With four more little loyal fighters on my side, there's nothing that can stop me from ruling the world, now! Soon, it'll be all mine! Mine, mine, MINE! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Bunny's Pov:

…Am I awake?

Or is this a dream?

I'm…floating…

I'm floating in some sort of liquid…

Suddenly, the liquid went flushing out. I feel the pull of it bring me down.

Light. It's radiance blinds me.

I crash onto the floor. Oh! It's cold in here! Where am I?

I feel something dry being wrapped around me. My eyes start to adjust. Men in lab coats surround me. The room I'm in looked weird. Filled with machines and white walls.

The men take me to a flat surface. They make me lay on my backside and start to test on me. Checking my ears and eyes, my mouth and throat. Someone told me to sit up and wrapped a cuff around my arm. Strangely it gets tighter and tighter. Someone had rubbed something wet on my arm with a cloth, I think, before sticking something sharp into me. One person put something into his ears and put a cold, metal thing on my chest and told me to breathe deeply. Another asked me to lay back down and felt around my stomach. It felt ticklish in a weird way, making me squirm. This all was happening so fast. I tried to keep up with what was going on, but I felt tired.

"How is she?"

"Her eyes, ears, mouth and throat has been checked. Her blood pressure and temperature is ok, Her breathing is good. She has no fever. She looks healthy."

"Has someone given her the shot yet?"

"Yes, we have."

"Good, dress her."

Suddenly, someone brought in some clothing. A black dress, with mauve purple, stripe in the middle. With some white stockings and black shoes. They did most of my dressing, from pulling the dress over my head to slipping my shoes on. At this point, I had decided to let myself be pushed around by these strange people who I didn't even know. It sounds bizarre, but what other choice did I have?

Finally, they left me alone. I was standing on my two feet, feeling a little dizzy, but other wise, I felt fine.

"What do we number her as?"

"We don't, we have to name her."

"What? Why?"

"It's just orders, I didn't decide it."

"Well, what do we name her?"

"Ella has a nice ring to it."

"No, let's name her something starting with a 'b,' like the others."

"Belle? Bambi? Barbara? Becky?"

"Wait, can I name myself?" I asked.

They all turned to me, this time with a different kind of attention. The kind that makes you nervous.

I stuttered, "I-If it's ok, I would like to be named, uh, Bunny."

Their attention on me lasted a bit longer, before they huddled into a group.

"What do you think?"

"That's a stupid name."

"I don't know about that. It's cute."

"Yes and besides, we have to give her as much freedom as our resources allow. If she wants to be named Bunny, she should be named Bunny."

"Ok, then it's been decided."

They separated from their group, "Your name, young one, is Bunny."

I smiled at the news.

Soon, I'd learned about my rivals.

I was in another room, sitting on a bench, with men in black suits guarding me.

It hadn't been long before someone else, about my age, came along with his own set of guards. Like me, he had brown hair. He also had purple eyes, but his was a really, really dark purple. His hair was in a low ponytail, like how mine was in a high ponytail. We both had nice straight hair. He wore black pants and shirt. His shirt had a purple stripe on it, the same purple as his eyes.

They took him to sit next to me on the bench.

The two of us stayed quiet, for a short time, before someone else came.

It was a girl this time. She too, had brown hair, but it was curly and was shorter, and was tied up in a side-ponytail. She also had purple eyes and a purple stripe across her black dress too. But her purple was indigo purple. She sat on my other side and, she too, stayed quiet.

After a little while longer, a third person had come. A boy. But he just stared at me. He wore the same thing as the first boy, except his purple was royal purple, which was lighter. He stared at me, I stared back, waiting for him to come and sit on the bench with the rest of us. But he seemed strange. Then, a sudden feeling of panic had exploded in me. I don't know why, but then again, don't I?

Suddenly the boy had jumped towards me, but two men in their suits had grabbed him before I could even process what was going on. He was carried back through where he came from, kicking and screaming.

The men around us had pulled out three needles suddenly.

"Hold still," one said as they injected the fluid into us. Quickly, I felt tired, unable to focus. Everything went black.

I woke up on the bench with two kids next to me, one on each side. Where am I?

That's right, the guards had taken us here for some reason. Why, I don't know. I must've passed out, how embarrassing.

Then again the other two looked as if they just woke up too. Glad I'm not the only one.

It took a while before some one else finally appeared. A boy. I don't think I've ever seen him before. He looked exactly like the first boy, except he was royal purple, which was lighter than the dark purple. He wore his hair in a lower ponytail, and his hair was messy.

Strangely enough, we stared back at each other. He looked as if he was trying to remember me, but he shook his head.

His name was Bear. The other boy was Buddy, Bud for short, and the girl was Bish, short for, uh, the dog word... These were my opponents, competitors, enemies you could say. Or counterparts even.

For many years, I've fought each of them in a one on one battle, three battles per week. Bud's extremely smart, smarter than the rest of us. He uses his knowledge in order to fight; yet he's not really a fighter. Bish is fast, and knows it, using her speed in order to dodge attacks and counter attack, so she's tricky. But Bish can't compare to Bear as a fighter. He is stronger, his powers are better, and he's harder to defeat. He's also, in his native language, an ass. Making fun of me during our battles, ALL THE TIME. Not like Bish doesn't do that either, but Bear is more annoying. I wish he were more mature. And yet, he, Bish and Bud were my only friends.

Here's my usual day: I wake up, get ready for the day, eat my morning meal, train in the training simulator they have, get my education in the classroom/meetings room (with the others unfortunately), get dinner, go to bed. Unless it's Saturday. Every Saturday, I have my weekly battles in the late morning after breakfast. The battles can be long, all the way until dinnertime.

Do you know what it's like do the same thing everyday, every week, for most of your life? I sometimes go a little mad from boredom. Started to write about my life and made up stories in my head instead of notes during my classes. I can see Bear and Bish don't like our classes either. I hate to say it, but Bear is extremely good at drawing. He draws a lot during our classes, rarely paying attention to our lessons on the screen. As for Bish, she's sort of bouncy in her seat, whispering to Bear and me. Only Bud pays close attention to our lessons, but I'm also seeing he's not too interested, like how he used to be, when Bear and Bish would bother him back in the old days. Poking him, elbowing him, slapping the back of his neck, stuff like that. I'm so glad they eventually stopped, for his sake.

Once, during class, when we were really young, Bish had asked, "Why can't we move around, I'm so bored!"

Bear spoke, "says Miss Drama Queen."

"Shut up, I'm serious."

"We could, it's a huge room with lots of chairs facing the huge freaking screen wall."

"Yeah, hey, why don't we play catch? I can go long."

"What are we going to use as a ball, Bud?"

"Huh?" Bud said, finally snapping out of the lesson.

Bish laughed, "That's not a bad idea!"

"What's not a bad idea?"

"Playing catch. Here I'll rip a page out of my notebook."

"I don't think that's a good idea."

"You don't ever think anything is a good idea, Egghead," Bear said, "You might as well live under a rock."

"Yeah," Bish agreed, "lay loose a little. Bunny, want to join us?"

Before I could even decide whether I wanted to or not, Bear laughed, "Let little weakling here join us? Nah, she is better off here, where she's safe. Right, Bunkum?" Then he patted my head like I was some little child. I hate when he does that, and calls me 'Bunkum,' and acts like he's stronger than me because I rarely win in our fights. In fact, if I weren't so shy and quiet, I would have brushed his hand away by now.

Instead though, I stutter, "Uh, no. I s-sort of wanted to play, too."

"Sure now?"

Annoyed, I nodded my head.

"Alright, Bish, you take the right side of the room down there, and you," he pointed to me, "will take the left side all the way down. I'll stay here. We'll form a triangle."

"Right." Bish and I said as we each went to our assigned places.

"Guys, I still don't think it's a good idea," Bud said in rejection.

"Dork, please," Bear said as he threw the paper ball at Bish.

"Yeah Bud, shessh, paranoid much?" Bish said, throwing the ball over to me.

"But guys, don't you know we're being watched?"

"Huh?" I said, surprised, after throwing the ball up to Bear.

"So?" Bear said passing the ball over to Bish. As she caught it, she added, "Of course we knew that."

"I didn't." I said.

"Really?"

I nodded.

"You mean you didn't notice the cameras in every room?" Bear said.

"Where is there a camera here?"

Bear pointed to the shiny black box thingy up in the ceiling, at the far side of the room in the corner. It was hard to spot, the room was dark and the only light we had was the light coming off the huge screen. But as I stared, I soon noticed it.

"There's also two body guards at the door," Bud said, "The body guards are always everywhere around us."

"W-why?" I asked.

"To make sure we're doing what we're suppose to be doing, I assume. And right now, we're suppose to be taking notes on the lesson!"

"I ain't doing that!" Bish exclaimed.

"Like hell I will." Bear said.

Just as he finished saying that, a bodyguard had opened the door. We all froze in our spots, staring at him. He glared at me, then Bear, then Bish (Of course not Bud, because he was firmly in his seat). And he glared at Bish for the longest, before saying, "Take your seats."

You can be sure I hurried over to my seat and hid my glance away from him. Bear sat down next, obviously annoyed, and yet obedient. Bish on the other hand didn't.

"I can't sit down for long periods of time, you can not make me!"

The guard stepped in, "This is your final warning," he then pulled out something small and shiny, "Take a seat."

Bish, being the rebel she is, shook her head, "No."

Well, the guard took the shiny thing in his hand and zapped a laser at her. Next thing you know, Bish was crying horribly, "OW! ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT I'M GOING DON'T HURT ME!" And she flew quickly over to her seat, hiding her head in her arms, causing the guard to leave.

"Whoa, are you crying?"

"Shut up, that really did hurt!" she yelled at Bear's face.

"I was just asking-"

"Well, I don't need you to be 'just asking,' thank you very much!"

"You know, you were sort of asking for it."

And that's how Bud got smacked so hard; he fell off his seat for the first time.

Since then, we never really did anything even close to then, for fear one of the guards would shock us with the, what we eventually called, the shock pen. That's why everything we do is what we are supposed to do. Because no one there jokes around, everything there is serious, everything there is obeyed and everything there is the same thing. So long afterwards, we eventually became teens. Our childhoods eventually left us. Taken, no, stolen from us. Stuck in a prison for so many years. What else could we do?

I can't sleep tonight. I have this unnerving feeling, as if something is going to happen. Have no idea why, but I just feel, weird. How am I still up? I should have been asleep already…How long has it been? It had to be morning by now. Or maybe it was almost morning, like 5'o clock maybe? Or 4? I turn to look at the time on my wall clock. 10! It was 10'o clock in the afternoon, it's not even pass midnight yet! Ugh… I toss and turn in my bed, trying to get in a comfy spot… It's so quiet, almost peaceful here in the dark, with only the small window in my room, showing the full moon. I breathe for a moment, savoring the pleasant feeling… Maybe something was going to happen. Maybe that's why I can't sleep… What am I thinking? Of course not, nothing ever happens. It's always the same thing, over and over again. Nothing new will ever happen, ever!

Creak…

I froze. Sounded like my door just opened…

I turned to my bedroom door. I-I-It opened. I know for a fact they always lock our bedroom doors, every night. How could this happen? I'm almost scared, my heart's beating fast and I'm starting to sweat.

What if it was just one of the bodyguards?

No, if it was I would've seen their face by now.

Maybe they forgot to lock my door.

Can't be though, they never forget. This place is not known for mistakes.

What do I do? It's not like I could just lock my door again and pretend this didn't happen. Our bedroom doors are controlled in another part of the building. I don't know where exactly, but it's not like I should even leave my room anyway. What if someone finds me wondering around for help and figures I'm trying to escape or something. That would be bad. I would get in trouble for sure!

You know what, I'll just close it. Maybe it wasn't closed properly, causing the door to stay unlocked. If I close it, it might lock itself. I get out of my bed and slowly approach the door, as if there's something dangerous on the other side.

When I finally touch the door, I suddenly heard something outside. Was someone calling me? I should go check. What if I'm needed?

I take a look outside. Oh, it's so dark!

Wait, I can use my night vision. I switch to my vision and look around…I don't see anyone…

"Bunny…Bunny…"

There's that sound again. Or rather that voice. So…high-pitched, no one I know has that voice. There's something in my gut telling me no. I step out finally. Took a few steps outside. I still can't find this person. Maybe my super hearing had kicked in when I didn't notice and now, There's someone calling me. Or just talking about me. But what if someone did need me? But if they did, wouldn't they just come to my door?

"Bunny…Bunny…"

I can't pretend I'm not hearing this person call my name. I've got to go find out what's going on…

As I walk around, following the voice, I start to realize none of the bodyguards, guarding the halls, are awake. They were all fast asleep. Strange… and I would think this person's voice would keep them awake.

"Bunny…Bunny…Bunny…Bunny…"

"Bunkum?"

I literally jumped off the ground in a panic before spotting Bear.

He chuckled, causing me to blush with embarrassment for a second. Stupid, stupid, stupid! How could I do that?

"Bunkum, you ok?"

I look up to meet eye contact with him. Over the years, our eyes became less bug-ish, and you can actually see we have a nose, (and hands, and feet). And even though Bear's hair is still as messy as it always has been; he'd grown very handsome with his royal purple eyes. I turn my face away from his, "Yeah, I'm fine."

"That's good."

"Hey guys!"

"Shh! Not so loud!"

Bear and I turned to those very familiar and loud voices, down the hall. Bish was dragging Bud over to us.

Bear spoke once they were close enough, "Hey Drama Queen, Egghead."

"Don't call me that," The other two said together.

"Sorry, it's a habit," I don't think he's sorry at all.

"Anyway, isn't this a coincidence," Bud asked, "that we're all here, out of our rooms, and all the guards here are asleep?"

"Yeah," Bear admitted, "but it's weirder that you and Bunny actually came out of your rooms. What's up with you guys breaking the rules?"

Bud shrugged, "I thought I heard something."

Everyone turned to me, "Uh, I did too."

Bish asked, "What did you hear?"

"Strangely, someone calling my name, what about you Bunny?"

I blinked, "Me too."

"Wow," Bud said, "Coincidence."

"You know," Bish said, "same thing happened to me."

"Me too," Bear said.

"…Wow," Bud said, repeating himself, "Coincidence…"

"Well," Bear said, "I don't hear anything now, so it don't seem to matter anymore."

…Yeah, the voice was gone. Creepy…

"Good," Bud exclaimed, "We should all go back to our rooms and try to get some sleep-"

"Hold on there, Bud," Bish said, "It's night time, no guard seems to be waking up anytime soon, we're are out and about, and you want to go back?"

Bud shrugged, "Seems right to me."

"Who cares!" Bear said, "This is once in a lifetime opportunity! You're not really going to pass this up!"

"I don't want to end up being shocked."

"No one's awake to do that."

"Well, you guys do what you want. I'm going back," Bud said as he started walking away.

"Like hell we're going to let that happen!" Bear said as he and Bish took both of his arms and began to drag him in the other direction.

"Hey, what are you doing? Let me go!"

"Come on Bunkum, don't make us drag you too!"

…I know what you're thinking, they aren't really my friends. They're more like weird rivals of mine that I happen to hang out with for no good reason other than I had to against my will. I didn't choose these people, life chose them for me!

I hurried up behind them as we continued to walk around in the building, with Bud complaining. Soon, we walked down so many floors that Bish finally asked, "Hey, what if we left this place?"

"Huh?" Bud said sort of in a high pitched way, still being dragged.

Bish continued, "We leave this place, and never return! It's brilliant!"

"Hmm… that's not a bad idea…" Bear agreed.

"OH NO!" Bud shouted, "NONONONONONONO! ABSOLUTELY NOT! ARE YOU CRAZY? IF WE LEAVE, THEY'LL TRACK US DOWN, AND WE'LL GET MORE THAN A SIMPLE 'shock.' I REFUSE TO LEAVE!"

"That's if we get caught," Bear corrected Bud.

"OF COURSE WE'LL GET CAUGHT! DO YOU KNOW WHO THESE PEOPLE ARE? TOP SECRET GOVERNMENT SCIENCISTS AND AGENTS AND SPIES HERE IN THE USA! THEY TRAINED,TRAINED, TO DEAL WITH DANGEROUS CRIMINALS AND OTHER SITUATIONS!"

"Do you know who we are?" Bit asked in a sassy tone, "Super humans who deal with super powers. I think we can handle it."

"May I remind you that they CREATED US! THEY ALREADY KNOW US INSIDE OUT! THEY PROBABLY FIGURED THIS MIGHT HAPPEN AND CAME UP WITH SOME WEAPON THAT COULD DISABLE US, or worse, KILL US!"

"So what, you want us to go with the daily routine here for the rest of our lives?"

For a moment, Bud paused. Then he shrugged, "Hey, we're training to one day save the world, eventually we'll leave this place."

"Yes, when pigs can also fly and we can ride them over rainbows to find a pot of gold at the end!" Bear exaggerated, "Egghead, until pigs can fly, we're never getting out of here. And if we did so we could 'save the world,' do you think they would just let us leave after that? We're super humans! We're like the rare lottery tickets that win you a million, billion dollars. They'll keep us here forever, only letting us out of our cage when they think we're needed somewhere around the world."

Bud stayed quiet for even longer before asking, "But if we leave, they'll find us."

"I'm willing to take that chance, what about you, Bish?"

"Totally! Bunny?"

…I hadn't thought about leaving before. And what Bear said seems really scary. 'Rare lottery tickets?' It sounds like they're hoarding us. I remember my first memory when I finally woke up and one of the sciencists said, 'We have to give her as much freedom as our resources allow.' As their resources allow? Why are we being treated like this? Like slaves.

"A-Are we like slaves here?"

Everyone stopped walking and all their attention was on me.

"Slaves?" They said in union.

"UH, w-well, I was thinking, we're always doing everything that they want us to do, but they never even allow us to go out if we want to. And if we disobey, we get the shock pen. Aren't slaves sort of like that? Being limited to the freedom we deserve?"

Everyone stayed silence for a long moment. Maybe I should have stayed quiet…

"…You make a very interesting point, Bunny," Bud said, "Slaves are people who are forced to work for others, without say."

"…Wow…we are like slaves…" Bish said.

"We're exactly like slaves!" Bear yelled, "And you want to stay?"

"Well not anymore, but how could we escape?"

"Ever heard of underground railroad?"

"I'm serious."

"Well we're just gonna have to make it work. Come on, let's get out of here…"

No One's Pov:

"What's today report?"

"You're not going to like this…"

"What happened?"

"They've escaped."

"What?"

"The genetically modified children sir, they've escaped."

"How?"

"We don't know…"

"What do you mean you don't know?"

"Oddly enough, their doors had been unlocked and the guards were all asleep. We think this was due to the influence of Him."

"How come?"

"Our cameras caught a pink cloud substance hovering over this very building."

"When was this?"

"Last night."

"How could this happen?"

"I'm terribly sorry about this sir."

"This is horrible. At best, the children would mentally break down and come straight back to us. At worse, they would make their existence known to the world! The heat we would get coming from the public, and the law-"

"So what do we do, sir?"

"Track those kids down and bring them back. Do whatever you can, make sure they don't touch contact with the puffs, ruffs, anyone! I want this tackled down and gotten under control. This mustn't get out of hand. Got it?"

"Yes sir."

"Good. Go, you're dismissed…"

…

"It's all going according to plan. They're finally out, and soon they'll join my other fighters. Nothing will stand in my way."

Hey, if you're reading this, I DID IT! FINALLY PUBLISHED SOMETHING HERE FOR THE FIRST TIME! :D
*ahem* Thank you for reading this, if you want me to continue, please tell me (if you can...through the reviews, right?). It would be great if I got advice for where my story should go from here (didn't really think much about plot...) Otherwise, I'll just keep it where it stands now. Again, thanks for reading!
PS: You should search up what Bunkum means. It's meaning is the only reason I went with it as Bunny's nickname in the first place!