Chapter 1: Bad Mood Buttercup
"Take that Mojo!" Buttercup spits, punching her pillow while dreaming vividly of beating up her monkey nemesis.
The green security blanket that the girl always sleeps with falls to the floor along with her sheet as she rolls around kicking anything in her way. A large passionate grin creases Buttercup's lips as she yells joyously at her pillow. The alarm suddenly springs to life buzzing loudly. Abruptly, the green Puff jerks awake wide eyed and smashes her fist through the device with a second thought.
"Aw man! It was a good dream." Buttercup groans, shaking a small wire from her hand, trying to remember back to why she was beating up Mojo.
Being unable remember any of the details, Buttercup shrugs it off, jumping out of bed and floating over to her to her dresser, looking into the mirror that hangs above it. As usual, she had on her typical green tank top with green sports shorts and they were drenched in sweat from her fighting dream.
Looking away, the young teen's attention swings to the darkness outside and the ground outside. I wish there was some snow on the ground, she contemplates with a snort, and begins plucking clothes from her draws, throwing them to her bed with little care. It had been unusually warm during the past month with temperatures being like those of mid spring.
Buttercup had been waiting for months to pelt Blossom with snowballs only to be let down come mid-December. It is of course, all Dexter McPherson's fault for this weird weather pattern. He and his Dexcorp team had been messing around with weather manipulation, whatever that was. Just thinking about it made Buttercup's brain hurt since she didn't care about all that science junk.
Damn that dork. Next time I see him I'm gonna drop kick him all the way to Endsville, He ruined my fun this year, the puff thinks angrily, yanking her towel violently from her chair as she passes by.
"Good morning Buttercup!" Bubbles greets cheerfully with a happy smile right as the girl opens her door fully.
"What's so good about it? There's no snow!" Buttercup snaps, glaring at her sister.
"Don't be like that Buttercup," the blond puff says softly, her loose hair bobbing back and forth as she shakes her head, "It's not like Dexy meant to cause this weird weather pattern."
"Yeah right, Bubbles." Buttercup replies in bitter brevity since she really didn't care if everyone knew.
"Did you get up on the wrong side of the bed again, Buttercup? You're a grumpy this morning," Bubbles lightly teases, but shifting her attention to a door behind her sister looking concerned, "Who's going to wake Holden? He has Mr. Green's math test today doesn't he?"
"So what if he does? I woke him the last time this happened. It's either Red's or your turn," the girl snarls aggressively with her fists bawled up, "You know what? Forget the shower; I can take one after gym class!"
Her face red with anger, Buttercup treads heavily back to her room, slamming the door. The blond holds an askance look at the door, knowing her sister would never bathe when she was in this kind of foul mood.
The hallway returns to serene silence only for it to be interrupted by the splintering of the wooden frame of Buttercup's door. Ignoring the stare of her sister, the black haired teen pushes the door aside, allowing it fall to the floor of her room as she disappears without a word down the staircase.
All around Pokey Oaks, shops being their day as Buttercup traverse past them with her family, a large sour frown on her face. Her sisters were avidly talking with each other about some magazine and in front of them; is her fuchsia haired god brother, Holden, who on occasion looks back to say something to the both of them.
Crossing her arms testily, the green clad puff looks into the morning sky, drowning out the annoying voices of her family. Even at this early point of the day, the blue sky is devoid of clouds and the only object visible is a green jet streaking across the sky.
"Great, what is Tennyson doing around here?" Buttercup seethes angrily, grabbing a lone parking meter and twisting it into a pretzel.
The girl hated the alien changing hero with a passion since he always tried to steal her thunder at hero functions and even tried to say once that she had a crush on him. Tennyson even had the gall to butt in; stealing the spot light of something she had been fighting first. With her fists quivering violently, Buttercup aggressively screams at the sky, trying to vent her frustration.
"Buttercup, what is wrong with you? Are you trying to make a scene?" Blossom asks, tapping her foot sternly against the pavement.
"Can it Red. I'm not in the mood to deal with you." The green clad girl hisses, quickly strolling past her sister onto the side path that leads to the school.
"Oh look! It's a meteor!" Bubbles shouts gleefully, pointing to what she spotted.
Buttercup glances upwards, locating a green bright object arcing across the blue background.
"It's just more science stuff, who cares." Buttercup squawks, punching the holographic school sign as she passes it.
"What's eating her today?" Holden asks quietly, watching Buttercup enter the school.
"I'll figure it out once class is over," Blossom replies with a nod, giving her best friend a soft smile, "We should get to class or we'll be late. Good luck on the exam."
The three teens quickly walk into the school, parting ways as soon as they enter.
With the awful day finally done, Buttercup rockets through the front doors and into the freedom of the world. Three of her teacher pulled pop quizzes on her and she failed at least one of them. Landing on the ground several feet from school property, Buttercup cracks her knuckles, just looking for a fight.
She didn't care who it was with, but she just wanted to hurt someone. She would even beat up Mitch if that made her feel any better.
That sounds fun actually and he does deserve it for being such a jerk to everyone lately. Buttercup muses to herself, grinning for the first time in hours.
"Guess I should get home first to drop off my book back before I do that." She mutters, walking along the sidewalk towards home.
"What are you planning to do Buttercup?" Blossom calls out, as she, Bubbles and Holden catch up to her.
"I was thinking of beating up Mitchelson alright?!" The puff blares, her good mood now in tatters.
"I know he deserves it, but that's not very nice," The blue puffs squeaks, worry now etched in her eyes, "You should find a better way to deal with him."
"There is no better way to deal with him," Buttercup growls, getting into Bubbles face and poking her in the chest. "The only way to deal with a jerk like him is with force!"
"GIRLS, STOP FIGHTING! THIS ISN'T HOW WE SHOULD BE ACTING" The two puffs look at each other, and then to their sister, who spoke with such authority, "Sorry Blossom." The two say in unison.
Blossom smiles at her sisters; when a sudden idea hits her, "How about the four of us all get ice cream. I bet that will improve Buttercup's mood."
"That's a good idea Red. I didn't even eat…" Buttercup begins, but she is cut off by the hotline cell that Blossom carries.
Blossom quickly snatches the phone from her pocket, turning the speaker on, "Yes, Mayor? What's the trouble?"
"Girls! Mojo is using his Robo Jojo again and this time it has a large cannon on it. That's just a big nono! You have to do something!"
"We'll be right there shortly Mayor," Announces the red head, hanging up phone. "Looks like ice cream will have to wait. Holden, we'll meet you back home."
Dropping their backpacks on the ground; the Powerpuff Girls dash into the air, flying at top speeds towards Townsville.
"Good luck against Mojo." The boy softly replies as he places the three bags on his back and heads for home.
A/N: Until the next chapter, I hope you enjoy reading this story. This is one that I've had rumbling around in my mind since 2010, but never got around to finishing. Now was the perfect time to do Buttercup's back story.