Okay, so, uni's officially over and done with. Hoo-fucking-ray! I'm free. I don't have a MASSIVE amount of spare time on me, but enough so that I should be able to upload once a week. Here's something a little bit different. There's no exact plot I've got in my head for this, it's more to see just where it goes. My head has been incredibly hazy lately after the stressful amount of work I've had to do and getting a nasty illness for a week. Anyways, you're not here about that. You wants a story, so, story I shall deliver.

CHAP 1

Professor Utonium suppressed, figuratively swallowed, a heavy sigh of discontent, as he eavesdropped unwillingly on the banter of his daughters. What had previously been a pleasant evening in the living room, caressed by the gentle warmth of the fireplace and delicate shuffles of bundled materials and snips of threads, had slowly disintegrated by the opinions of a certain raven haired brat.

"You can't blame me for thinking that though, Bubbles!" she defended. "Blossom, help me out here"

However, the redhead was insulted by the proposition she'd even be considered to be on her side in this instance. "Help you out? Bubbles can dress for Halloween however she wants. It's her choice"

"Well, don't come crying to me when all the ghouls and decapitated mutants come lurching after you" Buttercup teased with a smirk, urging her blonde sister to hide under the coffee table, bumping and nudging it gently as she cowered.

"Nuuu" the timid sibling cooed weakly. But, this only persuaded the devil further.

"You don't want zombies to crowd around you, trap you into a corner and-"

"BUTTERCUP!" snapped the gent. "Leave your sister alone!"

"What?!" she objected with a snap. "If anything, she should be thanking me for the preparation she'll need when she goes out tomorrow night". With that, she spun on her heel and crouched over, knelt down, pressing her enormous head to the floor to catch the gaze of her petrified sister. "There'll be no pleas of mercy that'll save your from the jaws of the night, little Bubbles" she resumed with a slimy tinted whisper. All the while, her lips hitched into an amused smile that continued to spread further than a Cheshire cat's. ... which then plunged. Dropped into a dissatisfied scowl, as the goody two-shoed redhead also bent down to offer more appeasing words to her scared sibling.

"It's all okay, Bubbles. Halloween and Townsville's spooks ain't got nothing on you. You're a Powerpuff Girl: We eat mountain-sized, big fanged goons for breakfast!"

An adorable chuckle guaranteed some settling in the blonde's fragile brain. "I suppose that's true"

"You KNOW it's true" Buttercup said. "C'mon, Bubbles. Whaddya say we get you buffed up for a night of candy and terror?"

With that, the blue hued babe, nodded and crawled out from under the table. She'd work on something a bit more intimidating than a bunny costume.

"AAIEEEEEEE!" squealed Bubbles.

The raven haired gal rolled her eyes, as her sister's reaction sought the curious eyes of all the other trick-or-treaters in the neighborhood. "Oh, for pete's sake! That was a cheap skeleton swinging in a tree! What happened to hardcore?!"

"She's on vacation" the blonde replied quietly. "I'm sorry, maybe I can't do this..."

"Nonsense" affirmed the crimson coloured witch, which was Blossom. "There's no rush. Let's start out locally and see how we go from there"

"Are you freakin' kidding me?!" protested the rabid werewolf, that was Buttercup. She'd simply fake black fur applied around her features, like a beard, cute pointed ears as individual hair clips, a torn shirt and jeans and a fake tail the professor had made, with an animatronic response connected with her emotions. The tip flicked in an agitated motion. "Local? The entire street is lit up like a christmas tree! There's barely a shadow to be found! And all the houses have these lame, plastic, smiley faced, gimmicky crap dangling in the windows bought from the grocery store"

"Buttercup, she's not ready to go to the darker areas of town. Do you have any idea how many bigger kids will also be out this night? And they're NOT trick-or-treaters!"

The werepup practically grabbed at her hair and screamed in frustration of this pandering "This is so unfair! Bubbles, why'd you have to be such a baby!?"

The waterworks were coming, the lip quivering and the insignificant whimper heightening in anticipation.

"THAT'S IT! I've had enough of you bullying Bubbles!" cried the leader, darting up into the brute's face. "She can go at her own pace, and, quite frankly, I'm happy to take things slow and our own way too. So, if you want, go find some blood dripping, thrill-seeking some place else!"

After a brief pause, the canine imitator blew a raspberry, curling her tongue, and shot off into the night.

The air was rich with the smell of cheap store-bought plastic masks and poor quality candy. Seeing how smiley and innocent the neighborhood was only served to agitate her further. Since when did Halloween get so watered down? Why was everything so inoffensive and bitterly sweet to the palette? It made her sick. As she flew, she figured she'd take the chance to do her duty and comb the city. She figured more delinquents would have been out. It wasn't just a matter of egg splatting and terrorizing the elderly. One year, their next door neighbor, Robin, had fireworks stuffed through her letterbox. When Buttercup caught the teens responsible, she beat them till they were as abysmally purple and dark as plums.

In the distance, a homely glow caught her attention: from Sara Bellum's residence. She wasn't all too sure what she'd think of her poorly constructed get up, or if she liked Halloween at all to be frank, but she figured she'd pay a small visit to the lady who curbed her once conflicting and doubting mindset and made her feel happy and at peace with herself again. She wasn't fussed about candy, just a simple hello.

Dropping in, at the front door, she ruffled her fake fur and took out a bottle of fake blood she'd made with the professor. Non-toxic, made with a hint of fresh, back yard picked wild blackberries. She splatted it on her mouth and shirt and rang the bell. She struck her best pose, like an animal ready to pounce, exposing her feign fangs... waiting... listening...

Nothing.

Blinking, she pressed the bell a bit more firmly and waited with hand on hip, tapping her heel impatiently. Grumbling in disappointment, she intently listened for any approaching footsteps. Nothing coming towards the door, but there was most definitely this shuffling coming from the other side. Sara was surely home. Scratching her head, she fought the temptation to knock and instead floated around the perimeter of the building. At the patio, leading to the swimming pool, she made out a familiar bundle of light red locks, lush and bouncy, although very animated, as if in a state of panic.

Landing directly at the patio door, Buttercup peered in to see Bellum was leaning against the wall panting, as if she had been struggling with something or had a strenuous workout. Lingering ever so slightly out from a doorway, in the Powerpuff's line of sight, was a hand; pale and crooked, trickling with lines of blood which dripped onto the expensive Persian carpet.

End of Chapter 1

(Yay or nay? Interested? Is it dumb? Whatever. This may be re-edited. If you have ideas or wanna make suggestions, feel free. I'm going to bed now peoples. Ciao! zzz...zzz...zzz)