This is a work of fanfiction.
Names, characters, events, and places are imaginative and used fictitiously. Any similarities to actual events, businesses or people (living or dead) are purely coincidental. Every theme used here is for the sole purpose of story-telling or provoke thought but is not intended to be taken as fact.
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《S1E01》
'Truce'
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How foolish of the 'normies' to assume that the oh so famous Chem X could actually resist the effect of drugs or alcohol.
Wait.
Did they think the X was some sort of magic serum?
Pause.
Were the Townsville civilians really that naive?
Music was blaring, the other teens were dancing… but Buttercup? Well, despite the poor sap being two spiked fruit punch passed normal cognitive function, she couldn't - for the life of her - put that insipid red cup down.
Was it the stress?
Let's be serious here; if the 'normies' could barely juggle academics and decent social life without screwing up their sleep cycle, how on earth could they expect the Powerpuff girls to do the same and protect the town from monster attacks - or even Mojo and his overdone antics?
Buttercup didn't even want to be there. Had it have not been for her red-headed sister – the beloved commander and leader- Buttercup would have been comfortably nuzzled in her bed, socks and all. But Blossom had insisted that a Princess party this huge could only result in catastrophe… so now, now Buttercup was here; two cups of spiked punch past her limit and probably two more before everything would fade to black.
Faces had already become blurry to her and most of the events were nothing but a colorful haze. She briefly missed the ghost of her blonde sister passing by as she actively engaged herself in a giggling competition with her fellow cheery friends. Bubbles' lightly caked concealer slowly greased down her face with the warmth of the room she had just entered, and it cracked at the wrinkle lines left by her amusement. Had Buttercup followed Bubbles, she'd be tempted to drink the pleasantly refreshing looking cup of orange juice which was loosely held by the blonde's slim, jeweled fingers. Unfortunately for her, the need to sober up was drowned up by the comfort of the edge of the pool -or pool coping; a term she learnt from Mojo and his way too long speeches- and her sheer distaste in being at this particular party.
It was unseasonably warm at the dawn of December yet the other teens could easily strip half naked and dive into the pool. Light shivers were witnessed on a few and an even smaller fraction was on the edge of a freezing fit but of course, a little cold couldn't stop a party. Buttercup wasn't into that at the moment any way… you know; getting wet. This whole farce seemed like a stupid idea and honestly… just this once, she'd prefer studying over hanging out with a bunch of people she barely even liked.
She took a precarious sip, masochistically enjoying the rare feel of being human. She wasn't the adrenaline high junkie everyone imagined her to be… she wasn't the screw up everyone expected her to be. She was just… Buttercup dammit. She didn't want to feel this way right now!
And another sip.
She had no problem with skirts.
And another sip.
She shopped… occasionally… when necessary.
And another sip.
She wore dresses… occasionally… when necessary… not too 'fluffy'… of course.
Sip.
She wore makeup… sparingly, but her issue with it was solely on Bubbles.
Sip.
She wished she could grow her hair out dammit!
Gulp.
She was more than just the toughest fighter.
Empty.
She shakily dropped the cup at pool's coping trying her mighty best to regain her senses which were already lost to the bitter taste left on her lips. The game of chicken fight looked interesting in her dulled green eyes as she stared envious of the girls propped on the shoulders of capable looking young men. The world of 18 was far different for the superpowered than the regulars… there was always an expectation of them; something Blossom was adamant to follow despite her secret love for the uncanny; something that the sweet and lovely Bubbles was just a natural at… and maybe, just maybe… if Buttercup was better at acting, she'd fit the model perfectly… and she wouldn't have pitifully finished her cup, but she wasn't… and she did, so what now?
Blossom…
Buttercup always worried about her, -poor thing- she was probably still tailing Princess without even trying to enjoy herself. It was Princess' own fault though… Sure, the men in blue had busted her first attempt of a sweet 18 but who - in their right mind - would re-throw their birthday bash three months later?
Oh, wait!
We know this one!
The answer - as usual - was Princess.
Now the three girls were stuck here, trying to make the best out of a horrible situation… or at least, Bubbles was. She was always the nice one; patient. The blonde bombshell hardly ever clashed with Princess… except for that one time the rich bitch had the audacity to drag the Rowdy's out of their Citiesville hole just to wreak havoc on Townsville.
Why?
Well, as stupid as it sounds, it was simply because Mrs. Dumas refused to take bribe money to change her C+ in Political Science to an A or A-. Townsville was never the same after that and neither were the girls' relationship with the Rowdies.
True, their relationship was never good, but it wasn't this terrible. Now, they have this thing where they fight on sight, and that was on a good day. Brick was an element born to be the bane of Blossom's existence… like he held some sort of grudge against her -for God knows what reason- and Buttercup began getting a bit protective of her older sister because of it. The way Brick looked at Blossom was far more terrifying than how Boomer looked at Bubbles… it was more dastardly and ominous and if they didn't try to patch up the relationship soon, Buttercup was simply terrified of scraping her sister's cold body off the sidewalk after one of their squabbles.
The screeching noise of her sister's scream would sometimes make its way into Buttercup's night-dreams...
Brick ripped her arms off …
Brick ripped her arms off …
Brick ripped -
But it was a dream… just a silly dream… and Buttercup couldn't be bothered with that now, right?
No!
Not when she felt the chill of unfamiliar hands touching her shoulders. She should have noticed that demon before, playing in the water… you know the old saying, speak of the devil and he'd show his face? - Granted that this was simply one of three, you get the point, a devil's a devil - Well now Buttercup was forcibly acquainted with it.
"Knew you'd be the drunk puff" he boasted, his voice octaves too deep to be considered anything but sinister. But she wasn't going to admit her fear of him, no! Not now, especially not now! What Buttercup was going to do was swallow that fright away and focus on her pruning feet. With all the giggling of the other teens, all drunk off their barely 18 asses, the water jets could barely be heard with even super hearing… means everyone was having fun, right? December air, pool water? The idea still seemed ridiculous to Buttercup.
She scowled, the sight of him comfortably sitting next to her on the coping brought nothing but a sour a taste in the air. She remained silent, her unfocused green eyes looking at the rippling of water as a sign that she was nowhere near ready to deal with a Ruff and his antics at the moment.
He pushed his shoulders against hers to get a reaction, something unsettling lying behind that wry smile of his. She was ticked off now. He… ticked her off, but she swallowed her anger and calmly released a, "Are you picking a fight with me?" retort.
He chuckled softly, dragging a clear cup with a slice of lime floating in it towards her. She barely even recognized him in the water, so it was no surprise that she missed his trek from the pool to the outdoor bar to fix… Gosh, she hoped that wasn't fucking poison.
"Don't do low blows, babe." His focus wasn't on her though, no, there was a long-haired brunette who went by the nickname of 'Jay' already dragging it away from him.
'She's still seventeen', was what Buttercup wanted to say, but she was too tensed to even buzz her lips. The threat next to her wasn't to be taken lightly despite him not doing anything too malicious, yet.
But he killed them once…
Well immobilized them to be exact... that whole Townsville tears ordeal was something she'd take into consideration on days she'd wanna punch their ignorance away. Blossom was always anxious, weary of him and his brothers; treating the Rowdy's as top priority whenever they leave their Citiesville hideout to come play robbers in Townsville. It wasn't always like this though… they were nothing but a run-on joke at the beginning but… jokes tend to get old after a while… and now everything seemed too serious. She stared at the cup with odd curiosity, watching the condensed water roll down the side of the cup in long, untamed streaks. His feet were folded before, she wouldn't have even noticed that had he not playfully shoved his feet in the water and splash her in the process. She squinted as the Rowdyruff leader shoved the cup closer to her and she studied the light twitch of his eye as he spoke, "Call it a truce for the night, Butch's already going through a fuckin' adrenaline rush and we can't have you three idiots riling him up to ruin the –"
"Shhh," She muttered, holding her ears. The lights were too bright, the music was too loud, his voice was too deep, and he spoke way too fast.
He rolled his eyes and held the cup to her face, "Drink this." His words, so demandingly similar to Blossom that Buttercup ruefully obeyed and swallowed. The drink of salted club soda and lime had even paprika to spark some awareness back into her dulled mind. She coughed at the drink, giving Brick yet another suspicious glance, "Why?" she asked taking another sip, and when he didn't answer, she got more firm with the Rowdyruff, "What is your business here?"
He shrugged his shoulders and adjusted his hat as he slid himself into the pool once more. Buttercup sucked air through her teeth, mostly annoyed at how oblivious she had been to miss that insanely orange muff of hair before. He swam around in the water, grinning foolishly at an old friend of his, Julie Smith. He felt and ignored Buttercup's glare as he continued his swimming, taking a beach ball and aiming it at the chicken fight players, even laughing as Robin fell off Floyd's small shoulders.
He cackled as he dragged himself up to sit next to Buttercup again, shaking the water off his hair in a way too similar to an untrained pup.
"Bet you're the one with the puppy dog tail," she frustratedly mused, but he retorted with a quick, "No doubt you're spice."
"Can you spell that 'you're'?"
"All I know is that you're pissy!"
"Well excuse me, but last time we met, you kicked me through a building! A whole freaking building!" She raged.
He rose his finger and redacted it with a smile as he arrogantly corrected, "No, I tried to kick the leader of you three sissies into a whole freaking building."
He nodded with a proud grin and on her silence, he continued, "And that was a long time ago!"
"It was last week you jackass!" she quickly countered to which he replied, "Potatoes, tomatoes."
"Oh, kill me now," she muttered with her eyes rolled and her arms folded quite neatly under what Brick would call a sorry excuse for a female chest.
But he smirked all the while, joking about the many times he tried to as a child, but they just refused to stay dead. Of course, Buttercup had grounds to counter him, but she felt guilty for the accidental spilling of their ingredients all over Townsville's capital. It was no wonder that they seemed to hate the girls, but Brick's odd… what was this? Niceness? Sincerity? Fuck! Whatever this was, it definitely seemed ominous.
The jitters he gave her forced her mouth to move faster than her mind and she reflexively cringed after rudely replying to him, "Could say the same to you."
She held her mouth tightly, clutched it even, her drunken method to make sure she didn't say anymore to upset him. Brick had previously mentioned Butch was here so there was no doubt that Boomer would also be in the background, just waiting for the loose cannon here to give the order and turn this whole party upside down…. So she covered her mouth tightly.
Brick's eyes glowed as it studied her, his lips curling impishly as his patience was obviously wearing thin. He huffed, giving her a look of condescension in a futile attempt to assert his dominance. She stopped, slowly lowering her hands from her mouth and issuing a stretched-out groan at him. She mulled over the light humiliation she felt… seriously… a ruffian looking down on her? So she did what she had to do. In a childish fit of rage, she pulled down her lower eye lid and stuck her tongue out at him; the off-putting bleh sound was also craftily added to the mix and she folded her arms and turned her head after.
Brick held his face and laughed, his cheek red from shock, "This is…" he started, but wheezed through his laughs, "This… is ... ha hah!" he cackled, clutching his stomach in blissful pain, "I can't… can't breathe!" he exclaimed, wiping a well deserved tear from his eye, "You're supposed… punch first … questions later!" he tried to express his surprise, but he couldn't help but laugh through the sentence… which ultimately made Buttercup laugh… then she thought hard on his words, or at least, what the ruff had tried to say.
"I knew it," She exclaimed, "You're picking a fight you –"
He shook his head, still trying to regain his composure, "Temporary truce, I swear."
"Why?"
"Cause," he said seriously, and looked at Buttercup with this… sincerity she didn't know possible for a Ruff, "Your psycho sister with the pink eyes-"
"Blossom..."
"Yeah, that psycho!"
"Blossom!" Buttercup corrected, rather angrily too.
"Whatever." he grumbled, before finishing with, "You know, she tried to kill me a few minutes before I hit this pool... and if I wanna party a lil longer I gotta get some good Karma ready."
Buttercup looked at her knees, then trailed her glance to her pruning feet some more before giving Brick a second glance, "And how do I fit in your stupid plan?"
Brick squinted, trying his hardest not to just blast the bitch through Princess' designer metal fence, "Gotta make nice with one of her sisters and since the blonde isn't drunk off her ass-"
"'Kay, so… you targeted me?"
"Duh!" he exclaimed.
"My hero." she sarcastically said and to that Brick grew curious.
He flexed, his thinly defined muscles contracted a bit and a trail of water dripped off the sleeve of his jersey, running along his arm. "Not gonna ask me why she tried to kill me?"
"Probably deserved it you Drama Queen."
"Drama Queen?"
"Killing you, isn't something Blossom is capable of… stopping you is. My sister is not a heartless monster, you are."
"Pfft..." He laughed again, and this made Buttercup scowl.
"Something funny?"
"Fuck yeah it is," he smirked, giving her an evil glint.
She rolled her eyes, realizing that she would have to indulge his stupidity for the night. Still, this was better than moping around in a high school party anyway -this was a high school party, right? Then Ace was definitely the guy for party favors. Mitch was grounded, Robin was fooling around with boys, and her sisters? She didn't want to hang around with them anyway, so she was stuck, with this guy… who Blossom often referred to as a narcissistic sociopath.
"Oh do, pray tell." she boredly acted, in the fakest accent she could muster.
"You got some rumors on you."
"You too pretty boy,"
"So, she thinks I'm pretty?" he falsely batted his lashes.
"No, I'm saying the rumors say you're pretty."
Brick rolled his eyes muttering, 'Bitch' between grumbles but then Buttercup straightened up; her mind now slightly unclouded.
"Rumors that say I'm goth? Rock? Punk? Emo? Bi? Dyke?"
Brick scoffed at that one, "Yeah, and Ace was your first Bitch." he smirked, obviously trying to instigate her… just out of habit.
She continued, not even giving him half a mind, "Illiterate? Musclehead? Slut? Or My personal favorite, the badass girl with a sailor's tongue?"
Brick flickered his tongue on his teeth and laid his weight on his two hands behind him. He splashed some water up with his feet and turned to Buttercup with a bored expression, "Seems like the anger management part was right, and the loner-"
Buttercup pushed him into the pool "Jackass!" she exclaimed and a few kids who were absentmindedly watching them cheered Buttercup on. Buttercup watched his red hair dance in the water as he reached the bottom of the pool and propelled himself back up. Brick quickly floated over the pool and folded his arms with much discontent, tsking all the while Buttercup continued sipping on his sober remedy.
"I'm drunk, not a loner." she informed him, and she giggled at how he literally had to wring the water out of his hair and cap.
He was nothing like Blossom. Blossom would never get into water that had so much chlorine. Blossom would have never allowed Buttercup to get under her skin so much, and lastly, Blossom would have never had to fake being a decent human to stay at a party. Counterpart my ass, Buttercup thought but immediately stiffened at the pink beam of light hitting Brick straight through his chest.
That must hurt.
"Blossom!" Buttercup exclaimed, whipping her head around to see her fuming sister walking behind an unusual Princess sporting the world's skimpiest bikini.
"You look-" Buttercup started, staring at the curly top, but Blossom finished with a cunning, "Ridiculous!" before she looked at Brick floating on the water. You'd expect the teens to go off screaming and running but this type of thing was a natural occurrence and it was obvious that she didn't beam him that hard this time.
Blossom quickly rushed to her sister's side, her free-flowing dress allowing complete motion, "You okay? He didn't hurt you right?"
Brick spat water out his mouth and seethed, "I'm the victim here!"
"Like hell, you're the victim!" Blossom shot back.
"Oooh, the pink one has a potty mouth."
"Bite me, Brick!"
"I'd rather die..."
Blossom stomped on the ground, counting back from ten to steady her anger and Buttercup watched her sister in amusement.
"What did he do?" Buttercup asked suspiciously, "Tell me!"
Blossom's heel clinked further from Buttercup and she realized her sister was trying to worm her way out, "Blossom!" she said accusingly, then cracked her knuckles as she averted her attention to the ruffian.
Blossom threw her hands up with an exaggerated huff, "He…" she said awkwardly, feeling half ashamed for her action, but in an embarrassed flush, she rambled, "He burnt my hair on purpose and I can't get rid of the-"
"That was a long time ago," he sighed, floating on the water.
"Five days, four hours and…" she looked at the time on her watch, "23 minutes ago is NOT a long time ago!"
Brick scoffed, "Here we go again, so I'm the big bad ruff who…" he continued rambling and Blossom smiled at the arm wrapped around her neck, "Wes." She smiled in acknowledgment, completely disregarding the monologue Brick was having.
Buttercup eyed the ruffian suspiciously, cutting his speech short, "You burnt her hair?" she asked judgingly.
"We were in a fight!"
"I thought you didn't do low blows?"
"It's just hair…"
"Then why don't we burn yours off?"
"Like I'd care."
"Is that a challenge?"
He opened his eyes in amusement at the brunette he'd been eyeing before, relaxing his body into the rippling waters as he attempted to… well, look cool? in the pool? Seriously?
Buttercup let her eyes trail to the object of his affection, "She's way out of your league" she judged.
He smirked and gave her an odd look, being mindful that Blossom was looking, and he should be terrified when she was actually pissed.
"What's her name?"
"What's your price?"
"I sobered your drunk ass up!"
"You did that, so Blossom wouldn't kick your ass out of here!"
"As if that psycho scares me."
"You should be scared," Buttercup grinned, "Very, very scar-"
"She just followed Princess back inside you dumbass." he said, splashing water on her.
Buttercup rolled her eyes, "So what? You're gonna be friendly with me today and try to kick my ass and fail on Monday?"
"Don't flatter yourself, maybe if you idiots stop interrupting-"
"You were robbing a –"
"You assumed we were robbing a-"
"You're wearing fucking Armani!" Buttercup protested.
Brick grinned, "Badass girl with the sailor's tongue? Check!"
"Oh, fuck you Brick, you totally fucking deserve it."
"I do deserve it, just not from you." He winked, casting his eye back to the girl.
Buttercup nodded her head in amazement, "Touché ruff, you're not so bad."
"Only cause we're at a party, and I'm trying to enjoy myself."
Buttercup snickered, "And of all the people, you choose to hang with a puff."
"Sorry toots, you're no sunshine."
"Oh, I'm so hurt," her hands clutching her chest.
He grinned waddling his hands in the water.
"Then what were you doing at the mall last Sunday?" she asked.
"Shoplifting!" he boasted, "Needed to look good for this party."
Buttercup laughed, "Thought you weren't robbing anyone..."
"Stole it straight off the truck, fuckers probably still dun know it's missing… But… that jewelry store heist… that ain't us… maybe if you idiots weren't so obsessed with us you'd realize that you let the real criminals go!"
"Obsessed? Boy please."
"Call it as I see it."
"And You tried to kick me through a building."
"Correction! I tried to kick the red-head through the building. Big difference!"
Buttercup groaned, "That's even worse!"
"She came at me first!"
"All she said was, 'Stop right there Rowdyruff '..."
Brick folded his arms and began hovering over the pool, "She said it in that voice!" he growled.
"Boo ho, Blossy hurt your male ego."
"You guys started it…" he pouted with crossed arms.
"She didn't even get to finish her sentence."
"Fuck that! You guys started it!"
"Are we 12 now?"
"I don't know, are we?"
Buttercup sighed and threw her hands up in… what was it this time? Frustration? Amusement? Whatever!
"I'm just saying, we're stretched thin as it is with the monster attacks… not to mention Mojo JoJo decided to-"
"The monkey? After all these years you can't control the old monkey?"
"Your dad?" Buttercup corrected, and Brick just rolled his eyes, "The rowdy's don't need no dad."
"Real Mature Brick."
"Back at yah, Sailor!"
Buttercup fumed, but tried changing the subject, "How could you guys live in Citiesville?"
"Uh… the same way you all live in Townville?"
"You guys are heroes there?" she asked suspiciously.
Brick muttered, "I thought Blondie was the dumb one."
"I can hear you!"
"It was meant for you to hear."
She paused and looked down, "Why are you being so nice to me… what are you up to?"
Brick looked at Buttercup as if she was stupid, "In case you didn't know, we don't come here to pick fights."
"But you do..."
"Toots, you do realize that you guys start all of our fights, right?"
Buttercup scoffed, "Hardly, I'm just saying..."
"Accusing."
"With cause!"
"Like?"
"You're criminals..."
"Then how come we never saw the inside of a jail cell?"
"You were born in a jail cell."
"You were born in a lab."
"Still better than a toilet!"
Brick glowed, "I see you tomboy."
"I have a name..."
"Does this face look like it cares?" he said floating to where his pants were, he shuffled through the jeans and pulled out his phone, "Your number," he called out, floating back to where she sat.
"Why?"
"Cause I'm cool as shit." Arrogant turd.
"Blossom wouldn't like that." Take that.
"You do everything the pink one says?"
"I trust everything the pink one says."
Brick rolled his eyes, "Your Snapstergram account"
"Why?"
"Cause I asked for it."
Buttercup watched him suspiciously, "What's your angle?"
"Are you giving it or not?"
"What's yours?"
"Brick underscore red, two, five, five."
"Why 255"
"The same reason the fucking sky's blue!"
"Should have named you hot head instead." she muttered, "Sent you a request."
He nodded, quickly accepting and going through her photos. His eyes discretely bounced between the contents of his phone and her chest, "I thought girls stuffed..." he muttered, looking bored and uninterested. She rolled her eyes and only whistle, "The only thing good about you is your two abs, guess that's why you cover it up with a t-shirt."
"First of all, this isn't just a t-shirt its-"
"Stolen Armani-"
"Shoplifted Armani, and the idiots dun know they're missing,"
Buttercup smiled, "And?"
"And what?"
"You said 'first of all', so I'm waiting for second and third."
"This isn't preschool, we're not playing count to friggen ten."
"I swear to God Brick!" Buttercup quipped.
He threw up his hands defensively, "Temporary truce, I swear!"
"Like hell if I'm going to believe a criminal."
"Not a criminal." he smiled, "Besides, I heard you're good at believing criminals."
"Where'd you hear that from?"
"The grapevine?"
"The grapevine you own?"
"Me?" He falsely asked, "Look, you want the truce or not? Cause I could call Butch and Boom and say party's over."
Buttercup sighed, "Bubbles is enjoying herself..."
"And you?"
"Talking to a ruff."
"And the psycho?"
"Blossom!"
"That one."
"She's on duty."
"Boring!" he muttered, his eyes boredly trailing some of the females who were outdoors.
"See something you like?"
"That one looks pretty interesting"
Buttercup looked at his line of vision, "And by pretty interesting, you mean Jay's hot right?"
Got the name…
Brick looked at her, cocking his brow at the sudden realization, "Did you just…"
Buttercup shrugged, curling her toes in the water, still not understanding how the bloody hell the Morbucks kept it so warm with these December winds.
"Not like it matters… if you really were interested, you'd be talking to her instead of harassing me,"
"So… you're saying that…?"
"I'm saying that you're trying too hard and it sucks."
Brick laughed and hovered back to the outside bar, tsking all the while. Buttercup's harsh glare caught him before he made a proper move and he stopped to listen to her "How old are you?" judgmental remark.
He shrugged, "According to HIM, older than you."
Buttercup rolled her eyes, "Okay, Hot head." she smirked then she felt a buzz on her phone. She'd have ignored it, but Brick gave her an odd look which didn't sit right with her.
He smirked, "Goody girl ignoring a phone call for some little old criminal? Old habits die ha-"
"You have issues," she said swiping her phone screen, "Buttercup" she forced, her mind still slightly clouded under the influence. "Uh-huh…. Uh-huh…. Yeah… Ye-No…. Mayor? What did Blossom say... No! Remember what Blossom said!" She fumed as she dragged herself from the comfort of the pool's edge… her legs reluctantly moving to find a more comfortable spot.
Brick focused on her body language, trying to eavesdrop on their conversation. Their abilities didn't work as people had assumed… how could they have known? They weren't super. No one was… HIM was a demon and Mojo? Well, he was a monkey. Fact.
Brick didn't even know that the X-abilities runs down like energy does…. He didn't know that it needed to be recharged and he didn't know that as he got older, the never-ending river of X-abilities would run low.
But he learned.
Learned it the hard way too.
"Mayor, its freaking 10pm…. Do the Powerpuffs look like a jar opening service… Well if Blossom and Bubbles ignored you the first time, why would you think I'd help?...I don't even-" She hung up the phone briefly after, not wanting to deal with his bullshit anymore. She was stressed, tensed and overworked, so much so, that she couldn't even enjoy her first party after turning 18. Hitting the bottles wasn't something Buttercup rushed to and neither was being entertained by a ruff, but here she was, regretting it all.
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Blossom religiously shadowed Princess. She sat on the fluffy pouffe whilst the curly top switched her clothing for the fourth time that night.
"Is this really necessary Princess?"
Behind the mirrored divider, Princess compared herself with three dresses, the skimpy bikini she wore a few minutes ago was disgracefully discarded at the side of her bed. Blossom watched it with disdain, "You should really pick up after yourself… and must you change?"
Princess rolled her eyes and she shifted between two dresses, tossing the third one in a messy pile on the floor, "Must you change?" she mocked, "People don't talk like that Blossom, chill the heck out." She huffed, "It's my eighteent-"
"No… you turned 18 in October, one month before I did!"
"But I'm having my party now!"
"Again…No! You had your party three months ago, on the second Saturday of October like you've done since I've known you."
"It was cut prematurely so I had to finish it!"
"It ended at eleven Princess."
"And it started at 8, which meant that people that mattered came at 10 and only had one measly - uggh!" she paused catching her breath as she tried not to have another one of her fits, "You know what? I don't even like you… Stop talking to me."
Blossom rolled her eyes, "You and I both know that the moment I leave, you'll … be up to something."
"Jesus Christ Blossom!" Princess hissed, forcing herself into the dress which was obviously one size too small for her. "I have an open bar, a freaking open bar… and an outdoor pool! And… and an indoor band… and, and, and … I have pool tables… freaking pool tables… and for nerds like you, there's a bloody indoor theater," She held her hands to her forehead, and moved from the dividers, allowing Blossom to see just how ticked off she really was.
"Why don't you and your singed hair go chillax… or get a date." she rolled her eyes flicking her wrists. Princess opened her shoe closet and started I deliberation before taking a classic red bottoms and muttering 'to hell with everything.'
Blossom scoffed, "It's December Princess, even you couldn't pretend it wasn't freezing outdoors… I told you that the bikini was a mistake."
"Letting you here was a mistake," she muttered under her breath and when questioned by Blossom on what she just said, Princess replied with a nervous, "Oh nothing, never mind," hurrying out her room with a rushed slam.
Blossom intercepted it, floating out the room arms crossed as she continued tailing her.
"Seriously?" Princess screeched. She bumped into an overweight waiter in her haste, her face reddening with annoyance with each increasing second. Blossom huffed at Princess' rudeness, even addressing the need for an apology.
"Seriously." Blossom nodded as she floated downstairs and through the sea of semi-drunk teenagers, "Some are still underaged Princess." she said in a warning tone.
"What are you, my mother?"
"No, but I have met your mother before and I'm sure she'd disapprove."
"Newsflash Blossom, my daddy gives me-"
"Yeah, yeah, everything you want… cause you're rich."
Princess threw her hands up the air frustratedly and rushed to the bar, "If you're gonna cramp my style whole night, at least take a freaking drink."
Blossom narrowed her eyes, "I'm not going to drink."
Princess fumed and took the glass down in a swallow, her face tinging red as she gasped for air.
"Should you really be drinking so fast?"
Princess hard-eyed her, "With you here? Yes."
Blossom blew on her bangs, trying her best not to sway to the beat of the music and Princess noted that, "So…" Princess deviously whistled, "The cheap flat iron finally burnt your sorry excuse for locks, huh?"
Blossom uncomfortably shuffled, pulling at her hair a bit, "War incident…"
Princes curled a manicured finger at her chin, tapping it in a noticeable manner, "It's practically Christmas season." She looked at Blossom suspiciously.
"It is Christmas season…" Blossom deadpanned but Princess ignored it with a crafty reply, "Exactly! And Fire Monsters? With winds so cold?"
"Pool party, with winds so-"
"I'm rich, so a couple outdoor heaters wouldn't faze me… But you wouldn't know about that, would you?" she smiled, rather acidly too.
"Money doesn't buy you happiness, Princess."
"Someone who doesn't own a gold accented Maserati… is lecturing me about happiness?" She laughed, her eyes narrowing a bit from all the judgmental chuckles.
"Maserati? Is that a watch or a-"
"A car, Blossom! -for heaven's sake- My car, parked in my garage. I'd show you, but I heard it's mean to dangle cheese in front of rats."
Blossom chuckled, "Oh Princess, all these years and you still haven't changed."
She looked at the girl with pity and began laughing harder after Princess tried to insult her with an "It looks sad being poor, pitiful too…" retort.
Blossom giggled some more, before giving the area a once over and with a careful pace, she asked, "Did you invite the Rowdies?"
"No."
"Then why are they here?"
"Did anyone actually invite you here?" she countered before getting a playful gleam in her eyes, "Oh my gosh!" she exclaimed, "That 'war' incident," she cackled, "You got your hair burnt like that because of them?" She smiled, pulling out her phone.
"What are you doing?"
"Snapstergraming."
"Don't!"
"You're not the boss of me!"
Blossom yelled, reaching for the phone, "I said nuh-" she grunted to which Princess yelled in frustrations with words like, 'Don't touch me,' and 'Let go,' uttering from her lips.
They were fighting, well, cat-fighting, and two minutes in and both parties had completely forgotten what the initial squabble was about. Each with a fistful of each other's hair in their hands, had both resorted to petty name calling to get the other to back off.
"Poor... sandpapery... puff" Princess grunted while Blossom aggressively pleaded to let go.
It would have been natural for the party music to stop for a while to assess the situation, but Townsville was always sort of an… odd, peculiar city. Some were chanting to continue, some wanted the violence to stop but most were placing bets on who'd win. Princess was well known for being able to hold her own to the Powerpuffs since time immemorial. It became such spectacle that even she was suspected of being super and without having to shoot up the rare drug X.
Princess was above drugs anyway, but one thing she wasn't above was a good old cat fight. Butch slow clapped at the scene, the two girls giving him a nasty eye before slowly separating from each other. He twitched a bit, studying the two girls and how disheveled they look, wishing one of them had accidentally hit him so he could have really gotten the party started, they did manage to bump into one of Princess' waiters after all.
Fuck it. Whole night, whole fucking night he'd been itching for a fight and that was all because Brick had angered him earlier in the day. Butch may have been the embodiment of brawn, but stupid? No, stupid he was not… as if he'd actually initiate a fight with the self-proclaimed Rowdyruff leader – or boss, as Brick is so often called. The boy was a true tyrant, knowing just which buttons to push to make Butch nearly lose his mind, and now Butch was here with Miss Commander and Leader herself, and was well aware of what a good fight she was… not that he got the chance often. Brick had always hogged the psycho.
"Don't touch my hair!" Blossom spat, backing away slightly from the boy.
"Gross," Princess added, "Stalker much?"
Butch eyes were crazed as he looked at her, wondering if she thought he would hold back just because it was her party. The bitch tried it…
"Stop touching my -oww!" she said as he pulled it harder, but Blossom wasn't about to risk a Rowdy fight here… not with all these people… and they were starting to crowd.
"You're ruining my party Ruff!" Princess enunciated.
Butch released Blossom's hair and put his hands on his waist, "Boo ho!" the first thing he said for the night.
"Are you!" Princess exasperatedly huffed, tapping her forehead a few times, "Butch… not now, go punch something in the gym… it's two doors away from the theater."
Like he cared…
"You're not the boss of me."
"I'm…" she laughed, "… not drunk enough for this, oh my gosh!" she said, "I'm calling my daddy!" She announced.
Butch smirked clearly please by how things were going until he felt a dull thud at the side of his head. He whipped his head around with a smirk, expecting to either see baby blue or lime green, but instead, furious and unamused crimson met his green gaze.
"Fuck!"
"Butch."
Butch's bottom lip twitched with anticipation and he bit it to hide his sudden anxiety. Brick returned his arms to a folded position, lightly hovering in the air. He was dripping wet, and obviously freezing but he sucked it up to deal with his younger brother, "What's going on here?"
Butch lied, "Fooling around with the girls." he said, bravely wrapping his arms around the two and bringing them in for a hug.
"Don't touch me!" they both practically yelled, and Blossom's eyes were ready to glow to zap him with her laser beam. Thankfully, Princess was first to move because her bottle of mace was enough for Blossom to start thinking straight again. Attack Butch of all the ruffs? Not smart, not smart at all…
"If you spray Butch," Brick spoke darkly, "Even I can't… no, won't save you."
"Then do something with your brother!" she huffed.
"He's looking fine to me." his counter.
Princess turned angrily towards Blossom who was already devising a plan, "Blossom! Do. Something."
"He said he was just joking around," she shrugged, just trying to do damage control, "And he didn't do anything yet."
"What do you mean he hasn't done anything yet. Girl, he just freaking pulled your hair out."
"It's still on my head, right? And he was only teasing."
"What are you up to puff? Are you in league with them?"
"I can assure you that the Ruffs are my least favorite people in the room right now."
"Then?" she stressed.
"If you want the party continue… ignore them." Blossom lectured as she shoved past Butch. Yes, shoved, showing him just how angry she was with a simple shoulder bump. He smirked at the action and took a once over of the puff, slightly enjoying what he was seeing but wanting to see it a little more… bruised and bloodied.
"She hates you," Brick whistled. Butch smirked at his brother, "Betting that burn on your shirt says she hates you more, big bro."
Princess sighed, ordering another drink, "I guess you two are good for something."
Brick rose his head, "And that is?"
"Getting rid of the party pooper… and Nice handiwork on her hair, B-T-dubs." -because saying B-T-W was too normal for Princess.
Brick smiled, "One of my best."
Princess nodded, "She's gonna cut it soon."
Butch grinned, "I bet a week... two days again till my bet's up."
Brick thought hard, "How long did I say last time?"
"Boxing day."
He nodded, "Sticking with that then."
Princess looked at the two, "How much are you guys betting?"
"50." they said unanimously.
Princess scoffed, "Only? Must suck being poor."
To which Brick rolled his eyes and tapped his brother's shoulder. Butch took a drink from someone's hand and greedily swallowed with one gulp, crumpling the paper cup on the ground before looking at his brother, "I'm ditching."
"Where's Boomer?"
"Ditched."
"Already?"
"Got bored, didn't even say nothing, just saw a fucking dark blue streak."
Brick rolled his eyes looking at the empty space where Buttercup was before his eyes caught the pink, blue and green streaks in the air. "I'll tag along, party's a bust anyway."
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The floor creaked, that's how Blossom knew her sisters were up. Practice makes perfect they said, no practice made permanent and Blossom felt as though she was permanently inept in the kitchen. This was the fourth time she tried to make scones that morning. The recipe was perfect! Three cups of flour, two tablespoons sugar, ¼ cup butter. 1 cup buttermilk, two tablespoon baking powder, ½ teaspoon baking soda and she put one teaspoon of ground cinnamon for flavor. She slow cooked it in the oven dammit and every time, every goddamn time the scones either came out gooey, rock hard, burnt on the inside or just didn't raise. She slumped over the counter, combing her fingers through her hair. Her phone displayed 22 missed call from the Mayor- most likely to open an assortment of jars or cans which he was too simpleminded to do himself.
She tugged at her hair again. They saw it right? It was obvious right? Her ends were singed beyond repair, split, curled and charred as a messy result of Brick's unkempt anger. She looked up at the sound of her house phone, the lack of the coffee scent explaining that either the Professor was still in bed or hasn't left his lab all night.
"Blossom?" She heard a high pitch squeal quickly descending- not a sound, which meant she was hovering. The voice behind her came with light thuds on the floor with an unsynchronized beat which was familiar to her ears.
"They're awake," she whispered softly, a sound so soft that even if the girls were to use their super hearing, they couldn't pick up on it. Blossom floated to the top of the fridge grabbing the bread loaf bag and shoving four slices into the toaster before opening the fridge for milk, butter and mixed berries. She hissed, stubbing her toe against the edge of the fridge, wincing as she tried to not throw anything on the floor; she'd already wasted enough materials this morning.
"Smells…" Buttercup started, lazily looking around the kitchen, "Weird in here."
"Weird how?" Blossom defended, slicing the strawberries in half.
"You're getting pretty good at that." Buttercup sang, boredly looking at her sister's kitchen antics.
"You know what they say?" Blossom mentioned, and Bubbles finished in a giggly manner as she propped her elbows on the counter, "Practice makes perfect!"
Bubbles smiled before finishing what Buttercup was trying to say, "Yup, smells good and bad." She nodded.
Buttercup looked around suspiciously, her eyes hidden behind dark frames, "Why do I smell cinnamon?" she asked searching through the kitchen.
Ashamed Blossom blinked and lied, "I spilled some earlier."
"Why?"
Blossom pursed her lips, "What do you mean 'why' Bubbles?"
She giggled, "I meant, why did you use cinnamon silly."
Blossom forcibly blinked again, "Because I was going to make cinnamon toast?"
Buttercup elevated her brows, "Were you just gonna sprinkle cinnamon on the toast?"
Bubbles shook her head, "Regular toast is fine Blossy, just get the jam."
Blossom complied and open the fridge door, searching through for the jam. "I think we're all out." She mumbled, double checking to be sure.
Blossom hard-eyed Buttercup and Bubbles accused, "You invited Mitch and the boys didn't you?"
"Do I tell you anything when you bring over Jason and his friends?"
"Its Jace and he's my boyfriend."
"Ex," Blossom reminded, "Ex-boyfriend."
"We're going through some things right now." Bubbles mumbled.
"Yeah, a break-up." Buttercup's witty retort.
Bubbles hissed, "Just a bumpy road!"
Blossom cringed her nose, "What part of he broke up with you don't you understand?"
"The part where you don't understand we just took a break."
"For good reason," Blossom added.
"And what's that reason? You don't like him?" Bubbles fumed, "Bloss, you never like any of my boyfriends."
"Cause they're all boy band trash." Buttercup laughed, "And it's just the one," and was Bubbles cue to zap her.
The toaster dinged, and Blossom shoved another four slices into it, buttering he ones which were already done. She floated to the coffee pot, brewing the Professor's favorite mix of Black coffee and sage.
"You little-" Buttercup started but was cut short by Blossom's "Bubbles!"
Bubbles jumped at the tone and whined, "We talked it out last night! He's still going to be my date for prom!"
Blossom scoffed judgingly, pouring milk in a glass and out of frustration, Buttercup asked, "And why the hell would you guys do that?"
"Do what?" Bubbles laughed.
- 'Hey!', Blossom shouted on the sidelines.
- "What?'
- 'Don't eat the strawberries, and pay attention when Buttercup is talking to you.'
"Bubbles!" Buttercup groaned, trying to not let her sister's short attention span get to her so early in the morning.
'She meant be each other's prom date…' Blossom mumbled, washing and chopping another strawberry… 'Bubbles, no!'
"Because it makes sense! No way I'm going to look for a prom date next semest-"
"Especially when you're supposed to be studying for coll-" Blossom quipped but was interrupted by another one of Bubbles we got this in the bag talks.
"Blossom! We're Powerpuffs! Townsville U. is practically begging to take u-"
"Not with your recent grades."
"Bloss, you worry too much!"
"And you worry too little."
"You kno-"
"Shut... Ugh SHHH!" Buttercup yelled, and both girls blinked their round eyes repetitively. Blossom relaxed first and sighed… hangover, she suspected and went back to chopping the fruits, the oddly calming sound of a knife hitting the wooden cutting board was the only thing heard until Bubbles', "I remembered something!" outburst.
"Bubbles what the-" the green eyes sister started, rather angrily too.
"Buttercup!" Blossom accused.
"I was going to say heck!"
"Yeah but your tone! You know that–"
"Spare me the lecture… Please." Buttercup groaned, remembering the strange sort of formality needed when addressing Blossom in one of her states.
Blossom sighed and changed the topic, "Remembered what, Bubbles?"
Bubbles flew around the room and stopped at the bin, and giggled, kicking down the lever, "You failed."
Blossom slapped her forehead, "I swear on my… breathe Blossom, breathe."
Bubbles flew up to her sister, "That's why it smells so-"
"Eww!" Blossom said holding her nose, "Your morning breath, Bubbles!" Blossom frowned.
Bubbles grinned, "That's because I rushed downstairs to tell you something!"
Buttercup rolled her eyes, "She rushed my shower for this big news," she air quoted.
"That's because it updated!"
Blossom looked at her oddly and grabbed four plates, distributing an even sharing on three and an excess on the fourth plate. The toasted dinged again, and she shoved the final four into it, making sure everyone got their usual three slices for breakfast.
Bubbles looked at her sisters expectantly, hoping for at least a smidge of excitement but they didn't so she explained once more, "Our story, it updated!" she squealed, hoping for… oh goddammit! Why were they so lame? It's as if they weren't born from the same po-
"You mean that cringe-worthy piece of fiction?"
"Fan fiction." Bubbles corrected, "And how often do you find fan fiction written about us?" she giggled and floated even higher in the air, "The Powerpuff girls!" she squealed in happiness, "Guess what? Guess what?"
"Blossom just humor her already!" Buttercup said grumpily.
Bubbles hard eyed her dark-haired sister, 'Hush, you grumpy puss, I wasn't even talking to you.'
- 'You give me migraines…'
"As I was saying, Blossom."
"Nope, don't get me involved, I'm not getting involved in your fighting." Blossom said, taking out and buttering the remaining toasts. She handed each sister a glass of milk with a warm smile.
- 'Not in the mood for milk.'
- 'You'll take what you get Buttercup'
"Blossom!" Bubbles whined, "I thought you said you liked literature!"
"I do, a lot, but that's not literature, it's teenage gush and ramblings on a poor unsuspecting page."
"But it has a large following count."
"And this is why I question humanity." Blossom said boredly.
Then Bubbled fumed resting her feet on the floor to stamp dramatically, "Don't you want to know about the update?"
"You're gonna tell us even if we say no, so just get over with it!" Buttercup groaned.
"Blossom!" Bubbles whined, "She's so mean!"
"Bubbles you're eighteen, stop crying like a little baby!"
"I am not a little baby!"
"Then stop acting like it!"
"I'm not!"
"You are!"
"I'm not!"
"You- gah! Blossom! Tell her to shut up already!" Buttercup's voice getting raspier than usual.
"No, Blossom, tell her to shut up!"
"No, you shut up!"
"No, you!"
"No, you!"
"No-"
"Fu- fudge sticks…" Blossom mumbled in between the noise and the girls immediately froze.
Wait... froze?
Yes, froze.
They literally froze.
"Um, Bloss?" Bubbles said carefully.
Blossom regrettably took the pan of coffee and poured it into a cup… two sugars and a lot of regret… For the Professor? The girls wished…
"This is your fault," Buttercup mumbled between teeth chatters.
"My fault?" Bubbles was about to start but… Blossom was drinking black coffee…
Blossom was drinking black coffee…
Red alert … Blossom was drinking black coffee!
"Um, Blossom?"
"Yes Bubbles?" she said, taking a sip as she rested her weight on the counter. "It's pretty outside… isn't it?"
"Yeah Bloss, about that..." Buttercup continued, her teeth chattering incessantly, "We're sorry?"
"Sorry?" Blossom asked.
"Yeah, sorry!" Bubbles chirped in.
"So, uh, fearless commander and leader…"
Blossom took another sip, raising a brow at the sudden burst of respect.
"If you could…" Bubbles smiled through he now bluing lips.
"Cool it down a bit…" Buttercup continued.
"Yeah and… get rid of all this ice… it's already cold outside."
"We'll stop fighting…"
"Honest!"
Blossom sighed, continuing her coffee, "Hmm?"
"Mums the word."
"What Buttercup said!"
The sound of two bodies falling to the ground echoed through the now quieted room and color was slowly returning to the girls' faces.
Blossom is insane!
Blossom is insane!
Blossom-
"You were saying Bubbles?" Blossom smiled.
Trying to act natural, she -rather aggressively- dusted the ice off her -now very damp and cold- clothes.
"Oh, the story? No, it could wait..." she said awkwardly. Fear. Blossom was frightening when she was teed off... and chilling… too freakin-
"What's it say this time?" Blossom said cheerily but Bubbles still noticed something…
Her eyes were dead.
HER EYES WERE DEAD!
Nope, don't look…
Don't look.
Don't… look!
FUCK!
"Oh," Bubbles rubbed the back of her neck, did her hair always stand so straight?
No?
Never?
Well they were straight now. Fuck. Caught. "Um?"
Blossom stirred the coffee and smiled. "Please," she said, "Continue."
Buttercup didn't make a sound, didn't move as the ice melted off her, barely shivered as the dampness of her clothes mixed in with the December air… nope… Bubbles' grave… no need for two dead sisters.
"Yes!" Bubbles blurted and fixed herself immediately. This was her sister for Pete's sake… how bad could Blossom be…
Okay, not helping!
Breathe...
3.
2.
5?
Fuck! Start over.
3.
2.
On- Wait.
Breathe...
3.
2-
"Bubbles?" Blossom asked concerned, not aware of the terror she had unintentionally inflicted on her sisters earlier.
Life. Her eyes had life again, speak idiot speak, "Right!" Bubbles blurted again, and she shook the remaining fear away. "I think the author was at the party last night!"
"Why's that?"
"Well," Bubbles giggles, still being careful of stepping on the eggshells which were Blossom the Ice Queen. "It said you refused to leave your lover's side last night."
"Lover?" Blossom chuckled and placed the coffee cup in the sink. "What?" then she paused and scratched her scalp, thinking hard to the events of last night. Her nose scrounged.
"You mean…" She started, then chuckled evenly, "Don't tell me they wrote about Wes?" she giggled as she threw the hot bitter liquid down the drain.
"All we did was discuss how far we both reached in our English projects and what colleges we were applying for… Harvard for me of course, wouldn't want it any other way."
Bubbles shrugged, "Well, I don't know much about Wes – wait aren't you guys flirting? No? my bad – but the person wrote about you and Princess… and –"
"Don't… finish that sentence... please!" Blossom groaned, "First they accuse me of being a prude, then they say I'm this weak nerd -with crappy taste in men, I should add-… and now… of all girls, Princess? Princess?"
Bubbles giggled, "Hey, that update surprised me too!"
Blossom cringed, "Could we zap fanfiction authors?"
Bubbles giggled, "I think it's good writing!"
Buttercup mumbled, "That's because you weren't mentioned in it"
Bubbles frowned, "Hey! I so too was."
"Yeah, but you weren't mentioned doing weird shit."
"They wrote me as a cry baby!" she whined.
"Because you are!"
"I'm not! Uggh Buttercup!" Bubbles groaned.
"Okay girls, break it up." Blossom said gently, then smirked, "Bubbles here needs to brush her teeth first."
Bubbles groaned and threw her hands in the air grumbling.
'Stupid buttercup and her stupid…'
'Heard that.'
'Don't. Care!'
"Take this," Blossom said, "Give it to the Professor before you brush," she smiled. "And careful, his coffee's hot… du-don't steal his fruits!"
Bubbles quickly nodded, continuing her quiet rantings about a particular dark-haired sister who simply loves pissing her off in the morning.
As she left, Blossom handed her sister the plate of food and folded her arms, "What were you doing with the Ruff last night?"
"Brick?"
"Yes Buttercup, that one," she said and then rose a brow, "Were you hanging out with others?"
Pause. Was she? Bloody hell!
"For the love of- Buttercup!" she yelled. "Last time you and Butch spoke alone I was taking glass shards out of your feet!"
"Yeah, but he had iron stuck in his chest, so I won."
"Buttercup" Blossom kneaded her head, "What did I say abou-"
"Chill, he's the one who spoke with me… okay?"
"Why?"
"I was…"
"You were?"
"Drunk… and he was helping me sober-"
"You were what?!" Blossom shouted, "Buttercup, I don't understand… you don't even drink. You said you don't like alcohol!"
"I said a lot of things."
"You could have just told me you wanted to go home… did you get drugged? Did that jerk drug you! When I get my hands on-"
"No… I just forgot my limit, chill."
"I can't chill, you trusted a drink from Brick? Brick of all people?"
"It's not like he's a stranger."
"Yeah, a stranger is more trust worthy! Brick's a raging jerk with borderline– "
"I know, I know, borderline narcissistic and sociopathic tendencies and he might even be a neurotic psychopath… Blossom, you said that a hundred times already."
"I worry…"
"I can take care of myself without you mothering me."
"Buttercup you-" Blossom pause. Blossom breathe. You are the leader. Stay calm. Stay, "Buttercup."
Uh-oh.
Buttercup gulped, "Blossom."
"I worry."
Buttercup stayed silent.
"But you're safe now, I suppose it worked out… today… but please…"
"Yeah, yeah, I get it… but he only helped me out because he was afraid you'd kick him out the party."
"Brick, scared? Hardly!" Blossom scoffed.
Buttercup chuckled, "We were-" exchanging social media account? With a ruff? Like friends? Tell Blossom that?! No way! "-Talking about a truce"
"Hmph," Blossom scorned, cutting into her toast, "At least he stopped Butch last night, I'll give him that... he was decent for once."
Buttercup nodded her head and took her plate.
"Where are you going?"
"To eat in my room… hangover… too bright… uggh."
"Oh well," Blossom nodded and dug into her food as she finally checked her messages.
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"Go for Blosso- Hey!" she whined as the phone was snatched from her hands.
"Robin! Don't answer my phone during class."
"But I always wanted to answer the Townsville hotline call!"
"How'd you know it's the hotline call?"
"I've known you for what? Thirteen years? I know."
Blossom placed the phone to her ear, "Mayor? Uh huh? Uh-huh.. open the jar your- okay…downtown… yeah… 'kay, got it!" Blossom quickly hung up her phone, stood up and looked at the teacher with a knowing nod. Now her eyes glanced to her sisters, "Girl's we gotta go."
Buttercup grinned, "Oh yeah finally! This class sucked."
"Buttercup!" Mr. Reyes started, "Detention when you return." He said, curling the marker on the board to leave behind ancient scribbles.
"Why I oughta-" she started muttering 'Math ain't fun anyways'
- 'What's that?'
- 'Saving the stupid town again, Sir.'
"What's it this time?" Bubbles asked, neatly packing away her stuff and floating out of her desk.
"You'll see it when you reach," Blossom said cryptically.
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…
"Blossom!" Buttercup yelled impatiently, "I don't sense any monsters in the area… has the mayor finally gone seni-"
"Shhh!" Blossom motioned slowing her speed, "Something smelt foul this way, thought we should check it out."
"So you're saying… that this isn't where-"
"Shhh!" Blossom warned again, straining her eyes to take a once over of the area. She smirked, one eye dipping low with the inclination of left lip muscles. She floated to the ground and ignored the explosion heard on west Townsville, with the intention of busting some crooks.
"Blossom?" Bubbles asked softly, "The monster's that way… what's going on?"
Blossom smirked, "I thought the air smelt foul," she said using a laser beam to shoot away the galvanize blocking the entrance, "Stop right- there? Oh..." Blossom said, as she looked at the empty warehouse. Odd… she could have sworn…. Screw it!
Buttercup groaned, "Could we go now? History is next, and I actually did the homework this time!" she muttered,
- 'I didn't even plagiarize this time.'
- 'What's that?'
- 'Nothing Bloss'
Bubbles cringed, "Why does it smell so weird?" she looked at her sisters and looked at the sludge on the city's street. "Eww! Blossom! Tell us what monster it is already!"
"Bubbles! Gah!" Buttercup groaned, "We'll just kick its butt and call it a day. Stop whining!"
Bubbles whined once more, "But Buttercup! Its smelly, and icky and BLOSSOM!" her voice extra high.
Blossom smiled awkwardly realizing she was in trouble, "It's a...n… octosnail?"
"A what!" Bubbles screeched.
Buttercup grinned, "That's the best name you could have come up with?"
"Well Buttercup! How about you find a proper name for a giant snail with 8 legs… or arms... tentacles?"
"Ewww" Bubbles whined, "I wanna go home, I wanna go home!"
"We'll go home after we kick some eight-legged snail ass!"
"Buttercup…" Blossom sighed "You know how the Professor gets when you use that type of language."
"Yeah? Well, the Professor ain't here so FUCK THAT!" she said, shouting on the last two words.
Blossom looked down at the citizens with wide eyes, "Buttercup, but people could hear you!"
"I don't wanna be here, I don't wanna be here!" Bubbles whined louder because clearly, her sisters weren't paying attention.
"You scared of a little slug?"
"It. SMELLS!" Bubbles moaned, "Can't you two take care of it?"
Blossom ignored the rantings and began, "Okay, by the looks of the sludge…"
- "Eww! I don't wanna do this! I wanna go home"
- "Well go home wimpy!"
- "I am not wimpy!"
"GIRLS!" Blossom shouted, and her sisters jumped, "We'll wrap this up quickly, it looks like it went-"
"Eww!"
"Bubbles! Focus!"
"B-but!"
"Bubbles?" Blossom said warningly, and Bubbles got mad, at that tone…
"No Blossom! Look" she said holding her sister's face and showing the monster… could this even be called a monster? A slimy creature was more fitting. The speed was unnatural as it came closer. Bubbles rushed to the human who managed to get a drop of sludge on himself… was this a mixture of snail slime and squid ink… just great.
"Ma'am, please open your door… Ma'am, please… Ma'am?" It was evident that Bubbles' patience was fading quickly and with the monster slugging around… eww!
"OPEN YOUR DOOR TO WASH THIS GUNK OFF THIS POOR INNOCENT MAN… no? … Please don't scream ma'am… the door could fix later… Ma'am take it up with the mayor."
Bubbles smiled as she looked at the man, "Sir… please go to the hospital after you wash up… because I don't think your skin was originally purple… then… we are not paid enough for this… nothing, I said nothing."
Buttercup snickered as she tuned in to her baby sister's dilemma with her super hearing. Last time Buttercup dealt with the people… let's just say the girls now have a PR manager….
"Buttercup, focus!" Blossom said objectively, "it's coming!"
Buttercup grinned, cracking her knuckles in preparation. The snail-like creature feature dragged itself towards the girls with an alarming speed, all eight… legs? Yeah, legs, leaving a trail of goo on the city. Blossom studied the potential damage costs as began working up a strategy.
"Evasive action!" Blossom commanded quickly diving to the left in which her sister dove to the right. The creature had slow reflexes… that's what Blossom noted. It retracted the arm it just swung and twisted its eyes to study the two girls.
It swung at Buttercup this time and she quickly dodged, smirking "Got it! This slug's mine!"
"Buttercup, wait!" Blossom warned zapping the monster,
"I could handle myself," she said landing a blow to the city's latest creature feature.
Big mistake…
"Uggh-" Buttercup groaned, "What the fuck is-"
"I warned you," Blossom giggled, looking at the slime dripping on her sister.
Blossom blew on her, freezing the sludge before floating away from the creature's possible grasp. She zipped in the air, dodging the tentacle arms as she charged full speed into her sister to kick the ice, "See, this is why you should listen!"
"Are you seriously going to lecture me right now?"
"Yes, yes I am." She smiled indignantly.
Buttercup's teeth shattered as she rolled her eyes at her sister, dodging the snail's arms properly this time. Bubbles quickly darted in between the two sisters, "You guys haven't defeated him yet?"
Blossom laughed, "No, but Buttercup went for a slime bath!"
"You know what?" Buttercup groaned, and her sisters laughed, "How was I supposed to know that I can't even touch it?"
"You smell horrible." Bubbles mentioned, almost forgetting that they were in the middle of a fight… almost.
"Evasive action!" Blossom shouted once more, and a second groan was heard from Buttercup.
"Oh, come on! Again!" She yelled, trying to get the thick pale lavender goop off herself, "Blossom! Help!" Buttercup whined.
Blossom giggled again, watching her sister squirm… the cold air must be getting to her now… No… don't laugh at your sister, dammit!
Blossom giggled, "Bubbles, you know what to do," She said, watching her sister take in a deep breath of air.
Bubbles focused her sonar scream, switching wavelengths until it resonated with the gelatin-like structure of the creature and relished in seeing it so shaken up.
"Now it's my turn!" Blossom said proudly, gasping before her long breath of ice encapsulated the creature.
"Uh… guys?" Buttercup groaned, "GET THIS SHIT OFF ME!"
"Relax, relax," Blossom snickered, about to cast her sister's goop in ice but what she hadn't expected was getting thrown two feet deep in the asphalt road.
"Blossom!"
"Leader girl!"
She could vaguely hear her sister's cry as the loud ringing entered her ears… how could she have not noticed it before… it wasn't one… but two, and now she was forced to hear her sisters' agonizing screams.
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Jennie - S03E12B 'Equal Fights.'
𝔼𝕕𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝕋.
𝔽𝕐𝕀. ℝ𝕖𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕫𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕣 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕡𝕙𝕣𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕖'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕟-𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕞.
𝕋𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕚𝕤 𝕣𝕦𝕕𝕖.
𝔸𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕒𝕤𝕜 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟. 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕪 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕓𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣'𝕤 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕪, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕩𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝕚𝕤. 𝕀𝕥'𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 "𝕗𝕒𝕚𝕣 𝕦𝕤𝕖" 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞.
𝕀𝕥'𝕤 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕘𝕦𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘.