Chapter 1: Party Treasure?

It was a normal night in the city of Townsville. The sky was clear and the stars and moon were shining brightly. At eight o'clock, the day felt like it had gone on forever. Inside one house in particular, the sound of multiple chemicals bubbling could be heard echoing from the basement. Inside of it was a man in a white lab coat who was working on in his laboratory which was his basement. The room seemed made of metal for safety reasons. A young seven year old was standing nearby, with black hair and in a green shirt with an over the shoulder black stripe pattern, and black pants. "Professor, why do I have to help you in the lab again?" she questioned her and her sisters' practical father. "Because, Buttercup, I needed help today. Bubbles is too afraid of messing up, and Blossom… well, last time I let her help, my test flower came to life and bit my finger," the professor chuckled at the memory, remembering all of his bad lab experiments.

Buttercup just let out an irritated huff before he pointed to a table that had a green, yellow and purple chemical surrounding a big glass test tube. "Could you mix those for me?" the professor asked. She nodded, floating over to it. "Um… which one first?" she wondered the order to put the chemicals in. "Hm? Oh, any order is fine," he claimed. Buttercup went and poured the mixtures in at a random order. Usually whenever he had no order for mixing them, it meant they were safe. Once she finished pouring them in she watched them all begin to turn grey, which made her raise an eyebrow.

"What did I just make?" she asked confusedly without a clue. The professor came over and looked it over. "Hmm… I'll test it later. By the way, Buttercup, I got invited to a gathering. I was wondering if you wanted to come with me?" he asked while locking the black liquid away in a steel cabinet. Buttercup thought it over for a second. She knew gatherings were just code word for nerd parties, at least in her eyes, but she knew how much fun these were to him and one of her sisters. "Are bubbles and blossom going?" Buttercup replied. "Of course they are. You girls are going to have to fly there, however. I have to run a ton of errands beforehand from early in the morning," he explained. She just sighed and rolled her eyes, not really into dressing up so much like her sisters enjoyed it.

The professor wrote down the address on a piece of paper and handed it to her. The address read 709 Lenbork Road. Buttercup paid it no second thought before pocketing it. "Now go get ready for bed. I want you all to be rested for tomorrow," he told her. "Alright. Goodnight, professor," Buttercup bid him goodnight before going upstairs, knowing that there was a slight chance that the party tomorrow might not be any fun.

While going upstairs, Buttercup could see two other rooms that were before hers. She remembered when the professor had two other rooms made to give them more space, since they had been sharing a room for a long time until a few months ago. She saw someone else the same age as her, approaching her in the hall. It was a long orange haired girl with a red ribbon in her hair and a pink dress that had a black stripe on it. "Hey, Buttercup. Are you excited for this party?" she asked her sibling. They were two of a trio of girls that were well known of Townsville for being the Powerpuff Girls who saved the town on many occasions. "Oh yeah, Blossom. I'm really looking forward to a bunch of dorks chatting while I sit around doing practically nothing," Buttercup claimed sarcastically.

"Now you know as well as I do that the other scientists will bring their children too. I'm sure it won't be that boring!" Blossom reassured, though her support was not really listened too well since the black haired girl didn't hold out much hope for that. "Where's Bubbles anyway?" Buttercup tried to change the subject. "Already asleep. I'm going to go finish my homework," she claimed while continuing past her. "You know we don't have to turn it in til Monday, right?" she called out in question since it was Friday. Her brainy sister was simply put considered the leader of the group.

"The sooner it's out of the way, the better," Blossom called out before going to her room and closing the door behind her. Buttercup just shrugged while heading straight to bed, not really caring for her own homework, just resting the piece of paper that had the address on it on her nightstand. Her room had a bed with a green blanket on it, and a skateboard rested in the corner beside the closet with a dresser near the bed.

Neighbouring Townsville was another big city that went by the name Citiesville. The town was bright at night, and people seemed just as active in the daytime as they did at night. In an upstairs apartment, one boy was standing outside, just looking at the slight view of Citiesville from the second floor. He was wearing a green coat that had a star on the back of it, and a pair of headphones on top of his black spiky hair. He was mainly staring at the lights and listening to music out of sheer boredom, letting out a sigh of depression. "I miss when we used to actually have fun…" he mumbled. He then heard a creaking sound of the door behind him, seeing a blonde haired boy in a blue shirt step outside behind him.

"Hey, Butch. Dinners ready," his sibling claimed, though upon getting beside him, he could see the all too familiar face. "Oh, not again, dude. You really have to stop listening to that music," he told Butch, pulling his headphones off, the music that was a strangely calm techno tune still coming out of the speakers. "Sorry, Boomer. I just miss our old selves," Butch responded. "Seriously, that music makes you think too much. I hate it as much as you do, but Brick went over this with us. We can't keep robbing and wrecking things and causing crime for fun. It's just too much effort and too much pain. You know, like that one time blossom broke his leg?" Boomer laughed at the memories. They were two notorious members of a gang that was known as the Rowdyruff Boys. Back then they were the opposite of Powerpuff Girls, rude and with a lust for crime, but that all changed eventually after the beatings and reality set in. "Heh… yeah… that was funny," he mumbled in response, rubbing his head while letting his headphones dangle around his neck.

"Well, if you really want to do something… me and Brick were bored and looking up legends involving treasure. I heard there's an abandoned mansion outside of town where some dead man left his treasure," Boomer pulled out a slip of paper with an address written on it, making his sibling raise an eyebrow looking at it. "And you expect me to just go blindly hunting for treasure? Haha, very funny…" Butch hissed in annoyance. "Me and Brick can't go searching for it. Since you're the only one without a job, you'd get to keep allll the treasure if you find it," the blonde boy continued. His brother gave a second look to the address, reading out 'Korpnel 709 Road'.

"This address is a good sixty miles outside of town… alright, I guess… thanks, Boomer," Butch thanked him putting the address away with a smile before heading inside. Boomer followed with a grin and entered inside, closing the door behind him and looking to find the leader of their trio standing near the front door in a red hat with long orange hair and a red shirt with a black stripe on it. "Did he buy it?" Brick whispered. Boomer gave a thumb up. "Hehe, yeah. The idiot is just gonna waste time searching an empty house…" he snickered before they continued to the kitchen to eat dinner, having set up an elaborate prank for their brother.

End of Chapter 1