The City of Townsville. It was a normal day as any other, raining heavily over the town. It had been a calm day so far aside from the bad weather. At Pokey Oak's Kindergarten, the students were stuck inside spending recess inside today. "Really, Mitch?" one girl had to ask while she was talking with one of her friends. Her short raven black hair reached to her shoulders, and she was wearing a green dress that had a black skull tilted on it. She was talking with a good friend of hers that was somewhat considered a bully to the rest of the kindergarten. "You just have to see it, BC! I swear, it is the most entertaining thing I have ever seen!" Mitch started seeming to just be more eager the more he thought or discussed it. "My dad took me there for my birthday. They have two guys fight in a small ring with dogs on chains around them. If they get knocked into them they get mauled!" he explained what the event was he had witnessed just a week ago.
"I need to go see this…" Buttercup was mentally telling herself with a smile. She had to see this for herself. It sounded pretty cool, but in the end did sound like a glorified fight ring. "I'll take you there when we get out of school. How's it sound?" Mitch offered her. He had a bit of a crush on her, something that she was pretty aware of, but didn't want to be the one to make the first move. "Sure! I can just say I'm going to Tracy's tonight to help with homework or something," she gladly accepted, knowing how easy it was to deceive their father, mainly because he trusted his children and respected their privacy. They then heard a bell ring, and every student's attention was drawn back to their teacher. It was time to get back class for the last few hours of their school day.
Buttercup had went through class as normal as any other day, though once everything was done and she was gathering her backpack together, she looked over to her sisters who were doing the same. "Hey, Blossom. Would you mind carrying my backpack home?" Buttercup requested to the girl in a pink dress that had a pattern of multiple black lines going over both of her shoulders and around her sides. She also had a red ribbon tied in her long orange hair. She was considered the glorified leader of the trio. "Where are you going?" Blossom asked back, knowing whenever she asked this she was going to be late for dinner for sure, and she didn't like to cover for her tough sibling if she was up to no good.
"Going to hang out at Tracy's for the night," Buttercup lied. Blossom just nodded, taking her sister's backpack for her. "Alright. I'll let the professor know," Blossom reassured before walking away with their other sibling to go home, already wanting to just fly through the bad weather. "Are you ready to go?" Buttercup heard, looking over her shoulder to see Mitch with an excited look on his face. He was looking forward to spending time with her. "You know it!" she was eager to see this for herself. When the two were outside, Buttercup proceeded to pick Mitch up before flying off, leaving a green streak of light behind. He did find it embarrassing to be carried like this, but the euphoria that came from being so high in the sky going at an incredibly fast speed was more than worth it.
The two found themselves flying over the eastern part of Townsville. It was more of a rundown shopping district, where most of the stores had been forced to close down as result of a big market that had opened up nearby. "It's down there," Mitch pointed out to one building specifically that looked to have boards covering the broken windows, clearly a poor job at repairs. Buttercup slowly lowered them to the ground, letting him out of her grasp. Mitch pulled out the umbrella he had been carrying and opened it up to cover the two of them while the rain continued to fall around them. He led her into the alley on the side of the store where they arrived to a metal door.
"My dad comes here a lot, so I'm kind of known to the people. They should be fine with letting us in," Mitch explained before knocking on the door, seeing a small slit on the door open. "Password?" asked a voice from the other side of the door. "The dog howls at the sun," he answered. The door opened up for them. Buttercup thought the passcode to get inside made no sense, but she didn't care. Upon entering, they could see the inside of a secret club, where people scattered, doing various tasks while music was blaring. They saw a big group of people gathered around something.
Buttercup went and forced her way through the crowd to see what was getting their attention, and that was when she saw a small pit surrounded by chain link fences. Two men were punching and whaling on each other, while there were five links of chains going into the floor that were attached to dogs that were surrounding the two fighters. All of the canines barked, desperately trying to bite either one of the fighters. "Wow… that is intense," Buttercup had to comment, knowing one step back would result in a dog bite. "I told ya it was cool," Mitch smirked in pride, hoping they could enjoy watching this for a short time. Normally, Buttercup would protect people in danger like this, but if they were literally entering on their own free will, it felt like a waste of energy and time to just play hero on them and end up messing up the fun in the process.
Buttercup spent the better of two hours watching multiple people enter and exit the fight ring. Someone was controlling the chains the dogs were on, and he could pull them back or let them get closer on the simple pull of a lever. While Buttercup was watching, something caught her eye. Someone else entered, carrying a big bag on his shoulder. He didn't look any taller than she did, either. "Hey, uh, Mitch. I'll be right back," she told her friend before getting up and following the vague figure she had seen, mainly out of some worry in the back of her mind that was making her feel compelled to at least know who it was.
Buttercup had followed the person down a flight of steps that led to a weird underground area that looked hand built instead of constructed. She saw a single door ahead and hesitantly entered inside, only to then see entire walls of kennels. Each small cage housed a different type of hostile and threatening dog. She was somewhat startled by it, but was relieved to know that they were locked away in their individual kennel. She then saw the familiar person holding a dog bowl. "Hey, you!" Buttercup got the attention of that person. A gulp was heard by her. "Buttercup?" the person responded. She recognized the voice, reaching over and switching on the light from a nearby switch. "Brick?" she groaned, seeing a boy in a red cap with long orange hair. He was wearing a red vest that had random black stars pattern on it, and he also had a bandage on his cheek.
"I didn't think you came here," the boy commented. He was one of a somewhat infamous evil group of triplets known as the Rowdyruff Boys, basically the counterparts of Buttercup and her sisters. "A friend invited me. My question is what you're doing here," Buttercup replied, remembering how the boy and his brothers had randomly vanished after their last encounter to go into hiding, mainly after one of their technical fathers, HIM, had been killed by the Powerpuff Girls. "Working. I take care of the dogs," Brick answered, appearing to want to avoid a fight. His red eyes certainly didn't seem to show the same hostility she had seen a lot in the past.
Brick opened the nearby cell bars, watching a somewhat overweight dog come out slowly. The medium sized Rottweiler growled at the young boy until he slid over a bowl of kibble for the dog. It just refocused its attention on beginning to eat. "There you go, girl. I hope it's tasty for you," he happily said while petting the back of the dog's head. "What's wrong with her?" Buttercup questioned, finding the dog a bit obese. "Nothin'. She's just about to have puppies," he claimed. She had to admit the dogs around here seemed a lot nicer than they were in the cage matches. "You put her and other dogs in cage matches like this? Even if she's pregnant?" the green Powerpuff had to ask in a slight disbelieving rage, at even the thought of this. "What? Nah. That's just an act, too. Buttercup, I'm not always doing evil things, you know. The dogs used up there have no teeth. In fact, most of these dogs are found abandoned. We're just taking care of them, basically," Brick responded, starting to get sick of the practical interrogation. It was really getting on his nerves, but he knew better than to start a fight here.
Buttercup just went silent. As much as she didn't want to be defeated in this specific argument, he was right about the whole constantly being evil thing, since the last encounter, the Rowdyruffs had learnt the hard way that causing crime without planning didn't go well that often. "So uh… how's Mojo been?" she flipped to another subject, coming over to see the Rottweiler who looked at her, it's ears sticking up as its tail waggling. "Go ahead. You can pet her if ya want," he claimed. Buttercup just accepted the invite and gingerly stroked the dogs back, seeing its tail wag more, happily. "And as for dad… well, he threw us out. He said he didn't want to keep raising failures," Brick explained what was going on with their technical father. They had failed so many times at anything they tried. Thus he decided to stop caring for them.
"Oh. S-sorry…" Buttercup could only feel remorse not even able to imagine how to feel if the professor did something like that to her. "Eh. It's not as bad. We moved into an apartment through some threats. This job pays decent," he claimed while putting the dog back in her kennel before closing the door. He just wrote down the time to keep up when the dog was last fed and hung it up. "I'm thinking of maybe making this my new hang out place. Maybe I could help sometime?" Buttercup suggested. The red capped boy quirked an eyebrow. He would get some piety, but he didn't think he was about to be getting any help from her out of the trio. "Yeah. That'd be nice…" he smirked, more than appreciative. He reached out and shook her hand, glad she was going to help him take care of the many dogs. After all, it did get tiring after a while.
The two were oblivious, though. Mitch watched from a top the stairs, having come to check on Buttercup when she never came back to view the fight. He just stared somewhat angrily at Brick before leaving the room to pretend like he had seen nothing, so his friend wouldn't get suspicious.
Authors note: I don't know whether or not to continue this, but I hope you like it.