"This is your fault, Buttercup!" Blossom shouted, narrowing her eyes furiously.
"My fault? This is your fault!" the ebony haired little girl retorted.
"I want my Octi!" Bubbles choked between deafening sobs.
"Well you can't have him, Bubbles!" Blossom roared, whipping around as she pointed a hand at Buttercup accusingly. "Buttercup threw him over the fence!"
"I already said I was sorry!" Buttercup shouted, folding her arms. "Besides, it's not like I did it on purpose! I thought we were playing catch!"
"So go over and get him!" Blossom ordered.
"You get him, you're the leader!" Buttercup snapped.
"You know Mr. Barkley's dog is over there! And he can be pretty vicious!" the red head explained.
"Well I'm not getting it!" Buttercup screamed.
Bubbles exploded into a fit of tears and crying at this statement. "I hate you, Buttercup!" she shrieked in a desperate cry. "You're so mean!"
"Quit your crying, you baby!" she responded coldly.
"Girls, girls!" the Professor scolded as he came outside. "What's all the commotion about? You'll drive out the whole neighborhood!"
"Buttercup threw Bubbles' doll over the fence!" Blossom said knowingly.
"Buttercup, is this true?" he queried, bending down to the green powerpuff girl.
"Y-yeah, I guess…" she admitted. She then threw up her hands. "But it wasn't my fault! Bubbles wouldn't stop being so irritating and I-I-"
"Now Buttercup, I thought I've told you before to play nice." He looked disappointed.
"I was! I just…she was being annoying!" she attempted to justify her actions as she pointed to her blonde sister.
"Buttercup, go into the house." The Professor pointed.
"But Professor, I-" she held out her hands.
"Buttercup, now." He looked at her harshly.
Grumbling, the girl stomped into the house and up to her room. Slamming the door, she flopped onto her bed and growled. "It's not fair!" she beat her fist on a pillow. Slowly looking up, she met the sparkling eyes of Bubbles' stuffed unicorn.
Buttercup scowled, then smirked, sitting up and grabbing the unicorn. "Why hello there, mister unicorn." she spat. "How are you today? Not feeling well? That's a shame. Maybe it's because I'm punching you!" she thrashed the animal wildly, tearing out small amounts of stuffing before she hurled it against the window. Much to her horror, it hit the pane with a crack. "Oh no!" she gasped, rushing to the window. A small, white crack was visible. "Mm, maybe no one'll notice." She put her hand to her mouth as the door cracked open.
"Buttercup…?" Bubbles' timid voice crept into the room as her blonde head peeked in.
"Uh, wh-what is it, Bubbles?" Buttercup asked, quickly standing in front of the window.
She stepped into the room nervously and looked at the floor. "Um…I just wanted to say that…I was sorry, and…I don't really hate you." She rubbed her foot against the ground, but then her gaze caught the battered unicorn on the floor. "Princess Pony Paws!" she cried, jumping to the doll. She cradled it lovingly as she glared at Buttercup. "You did this, didn't you?"
"Uh, I-" she looked away and scratched the back of her head.
"I take it back! I do hate you! I hate more than anything in the world!" she started to cry again.
"Aw, q-quit your blubbering!" Buttercup stammered.
Hours later, the mood of the household had turned from bad to much worse. Bubbles hadn't stopped crying, Blossom sat angrily griping about Buttercup's attitude, and Buttercup stayed in her room in a fit of fury. She finally decided to come down after a long while, driven by hunger. As she made her way down the stairs, she could hear the conversation taking place in the living room.
"It's not fair!" Bubbles was saying. "Buttercup's so mean to me, and-and I never did anything to her!"
"She's so bossy!" Blossom stated.
Buttercup grunted, climbing down the stairs and stopping as she passed the living room. Professor Utonium sat with Bubbles in his lap. She held her stuffed octopus was in her arms and one leg had been torn off. The Professor held the severed leg. Blossom sat across from them with a spiteful look towards Buttercup. Bubbles noticed her as well, and folded her arms as she turned away. Buttercup grunted again and continued on into the kitchen.
"I hate both of them." She said to herself. "Always telling me what to do…annoying me outta my mind." She took out the peanut-butter and jelly, setting both on the counter and staring at them for a long while. "But why should I complain? Shouldn't I be grateful to live with Queen Blossom?" she began to spread the jelly and peanut-butter onto the slices of bread as she continued to mock Blossom in a very high-pitched tone. "Come and dust the royal bedroom. Play the royal games. Follow the royal orders." On the last two words, she slapped the butter knife violently against the bread. She put the sandwich together and took a bite. She could still hear the nagging and whining of her two sisters, and it angered her greatly. Looking around to find some sort of solace away from their voices. An opened door caught her attention; the door to the lab. She happily walked over and entered, shutting the door behind her. Flipping on the light, she sat on a stool and took another bite of her sandwich.
"And then there's Bubbles." She continued to complain to herself. "She's such a baby! If I hit her, she cries. If I yell at her, she cries. If I look at her, she cries!" she chewed thoughtfully. "I wish I had a brother!" she declared promptly, jumping up. "Then maybe he could come out and fight, and be tough, not cry all the time like those girly girl sisters of mine!" she smiled at the thought. Then, an idea hit her.
"What if…I did have a brother?" she set her sandwich down and walked over to the large container of the infamous, Chemical X. "Yeah, that's what I'll do! I'll make myself a brother!" she hopped up and down excitedly, grabbing a pot and throwing things into it. "Couple of snails here and there…" satisfied, she looked around for something to protect herself. After all, who knows how explosive the last ingredient could be? She found a lab coat, (which was obviously much to large for her) and some gloves.
"Okay…carefully…" she picked up the heavy glass holder of the chemical and poured it into the mixture of boy soup. Setting it down carefully, she waited. And waited. Nothing happened. "Uh…hello? Hello in there?" Buttercup bent down close to the mixture. "How the heck does this stuff work, anyhow?" before she could think of the answer, it started to boil.
"Now we're talkin'!" she said triumphantly. But the boiling became more and more rapid, then harder and faster, and the whole foundation began to shake. There was a loud pop and an eruption…then it was silent. Buttercup took her hands away from her head, slipping out of her protective position. What she saw as a result of the concoction astounded her.