(A/N): This never ending story project is something I've decided to do as a result of a massive writer's block. For MBFB's readers: DON'T WORRY! I am still continuing it, it's just that the next chapter is a bitch to write. When I finally post it up, you'll find a complete list of excuses waiting for you there lol.

So until I can get over my block and for fun, I will be doing this series of one-shots with any person, any prompt, any pairing, no questions asked.

So, do you have anything in particular you'd like me to write about? Just leave a review with the person/pairing, a word/phrase prompt and a summary! Of course, some will take longer than most, so bear with me.

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Disclaimer: For this chapter and all the upcoming ones, please note that The Powerpuff Girls and any other franchises used do not belong to me.

Prompt: Alone

Fandom: The Powerpuff Girls

Pairing: Butch x Buttercup [potential]

Genre: Comfort

Rating: K to K+

Age: 5 years old

Point of View: Third Person Limited

Other: Their eyes and heads are normal and they have all appendages; No superpowers

Buttercup stomped away from her sisters and the Professor and towards the swings of Townville Park. She couldn't believe how judgmental Blossom was being. So what if she cheated on Ms. Keane's last math test? Blossom's always lecturing her about good grades so she did what she had to do to get them.

She needed to pass, and she did.

Shouldn't Blossom be happy about that?

"It's all her fault! Stupid sister! If she didn't have to brag about her stupid grades all the time, then I wouldn't have to cheat! I'm perfectly fine with my C plus average," Buttercup grumbled. She continued her rant all the way to the swings, but stopped when she noticed the swing area was abandoned of all life, aside from a lone figure occupying one of them. She instinctively scowled as she recognized the spiky, raven-haired boy.

"At least I'm doing better than him," Buttercup grumbled, still scowling at the boy. "All he gets are F's."

His jade green eyes were glaring at a spot on the ground as he pushed himself slightly on the swing every once in a while. His black sneakers scuffed the ground and Buttercup watched as his hands repeatedly clenched and unclenched around the swing's chain. His forest green and black shirt was rumpled and hung over his black jeans.

Buttercup kept her scowl on her face as she willed herself not to be deterred by the boy's presence. She came to swing, and she planned to do exactly that. Holding her chin up, she stomped over to the swing set and occupied the swing beside the boy—more out of spite than any real desire.

"Get out," he grunted, not looking away from the ground. Buttercup deepened her scowl and ignored the boy, instead pushing herself on the swing. She used what strength she had as a normal five year old girl to try to push herself higher.

"I said get out Butterbutt," the boy said, a bit louder as he tore his gaze away from the ground and to the swinging girl.

"Make me Butchie boy," Buttercup challenged, bringing her swinging to a stop. She twisted her figure a bit towards the triplet and furrowed her brow as he looked away from her.

"Why are ya here by yourself anyways?" Buttercup asked. "Where are your brothers?"

"None of your business."

"It's my business if I want it to be dum-dum," Buttercup said, rolling her eyes. She turned away from the boy and was about to start swinging again when he suddenly shot up and blocked her view.

"Move dum-dum. Unless you want me to kick you," she threatened, moving back. Butch scowled darkly and pushed her off the swing just as she pushed forward.

"I am not a dum-dum!" he yelled, standing over the fallen girl. Buttercup got up and glared at him as she wiped the dirt from her dress.

"You sure act like one!" she said, "When have you ever gotten above an F?"

"Shut up!" he yelled, throwing a punch. Buttercup ducked and aimed one of her own at his stomach. Butch doubled over, his breath lost.

"It's not like you're doing better!" he exclaimed, "You had to cheat!"

"Even if I don't cheat, I'm still smarter than you!"

"Are not!"

"Are too!"

"Are not!"

"Are too!"

"Are not!"

"Are not!" Buttercup exclaimed.

"Are too!" Butch yelled. He paused when he realized what he said and blushed, turning as red as a tomato. He sneered at the smirking girl and clenched his fists.

"Ah, who cares!" he said. He stalked away and sat back down on one of the swings. Buttercup followed him and he scowled as she took the swing beside him.

"Ya didn't answer my question," she said, turning to face him once more.

"Why do you care?" he grumbled. "You like 'em or somethin'?"

"Ew, no," she said, scrunching her nose. The thought of having anything similar to a crush on his brothers immediately disgusted her.

"I'm here alone just 'cause."

"Ya sure?"

"Yes mom." Butch rolled his eyes and started staring at a spot in the ground. Buttercup followed his line of sight and saw a small ant colony marching, each carrying a bread crumb.

"I thought ya were here 'cause of the last test," Buttercup said, watching as one ant accidentally dropped his crumb. He rushed to pick it up and re-enter the line. "Y'know, the one I cheated on?"

"Why would I be here for that, stupid?" he spat, never tearing his eyes away from the ants.

"I dunno. Probably 'cause you failed and Brick started spazzing."

"How do you know I failed?"

"You always fail."

"Shut up! Don't try to act like you understand!"

"I do understand. Stupid."

"Nuh-uh, 'cause you always pass! Plus, Brick thinks he's a super genius or somethin' and always bugs me about my grades."

"Doesn't he only get C's?"

"Exactly."

"Y'know Butchie boy, you think I don't understand, but I do." Buttercup tore her gaze away from the colony and looked at the spiky haired boy.

"Shuddup," he mumbled.

"No, dum-dum. Since Blossom's always Ms. Perfect, she always nags at me for my grades. That's why I cheated."

"And your stupid self got caught."

"That's not the point, idiot."

"What is?" he asked, finally giving eye contact. The green eyed girl smiled and rose from the swings.

"You're not alone," she said. She turned and ran away from the boy and towards the departing Professor and her sisters. She looked back and waved before walking away with her family.

Butch smiled.