It was around four in the morning in the Utonium household. Buttercup was lying in her bed, somewhat awake, having only really gotten a couple hours of sleep thus far. She wasn't alone, however. Beside her in her bed was a boy her age. His blonde hair was quite messy, and he looked really relaxed, but not too rested either. He was the Boomer, the same boy Buttercup spoke to on phone earlier in the afternoon. Their clothes were scattered around the room, the only light being from the crescent moon that shined through the window. The green puff felt his hand brush against her arm.
"Are you alright? You seemed more distracted than anything," Boomer asked. The two's friends with benefits relationship had been going strong for quite some time, though they had nothing but plans to keep it secret for now.
"Huh? …yeah, you see… I was thinking about moving out. Blossom gave me the idea in a fight," Buttercup explained. They both were keeping quiet. She didn't know why, but she felt guilty about having to sneak the blue ruff into her room. She saw his smile on his face.
"Fighting sometimes is the best way to think. Though I like to avoid getting more scars," he joked. He looked relatively well for the amount of abuse he had taken from the puffs. Usually whenever they fought, Buttercup and Boomer feigned attacks to each other, pretending to be more harmful than they actually were. The most prominent injury was a small scar on his back, which was caused by one of their older fights before they became like this. It was kind of a good memory, despite the scar that hurt badly.
"I don't plan on letting my family know about moving. Not yet, anyway," the raven haired girl stated while getting closer to him. The blonde ruff mentally wondered what she meant by that comment, but he wouldn't mind helping her move if he had to. Their super strength made it a lot easier to get furniture around.
"You know, Buttercup… every time we do this, I get worried that when I wake up, it will have been a big dream and I'll have just banged my head horribly," Boomer admitted, finding it amazing how their sexual escapades felt almost like a dream. She rolled her eyes, not sure how to respond to that. She was explicit from day one that this was to relieve themselves when needed, though Buttercup got a small blush, remembering their first time, which they could only describe as awkward, embarrassing and painful.
"You fantasize about me often?" Buttercup grinned before feeling Boomer's lips press against hers briefly before parting.
"Yeah, I do a lot. So do you want me to help you move?" he gladly offered, seeing her get out of bed to begin getting redressed. Boomer sighed, knowing he had to go soon, wishing for once he could stay longer than a few hours a night. He always had to sneak in through the window. It was a little irritating, but worth it.
"Yeah, thanks. I just need to look for a good apartment," Buttercup accepted his help, seeing him slip on his blue hooded coat that had black musical notes of various types on it, though she left out the detail of a job employment. She did have a lot of areas in mind she could sign up for, though she hoped it wouldn't be hard to get one.
"No problem. When do you wanna meet up again?" Boomer queried while approaching her, after she slipped on her pajamas once again. She opened the window widely so he could go through it.
"No clue. You know how easily I get pent up," Buttercup answered before giving him one last kiss. Boomer smiled back to her.
"Goodnight, BC," he bid her goodnight, and then he flew out the window, leaving a dark blue trail of light behind him as he left. The green puff closed the window back and locked it shut. She sat down on her bed, rubbing her head. Buttercup didn't tell him though, that she didn't want to let her family know where she was moving to, when and if she found a new home to go to. She laid back down, resting her head on her pillow, thinking about how all she wanted was peace and quiet for one day. No hotline ringing, no fighting monsters, no fighting with her family, nothing. The green puff began to drift back to sleep. She was too tired, yet she had a lot to do tomorrow.
"Help!" Buttercup heard as her eyes were quickly opened, wondering where she was. She found herself in a hallway that was surrounded by great blazes of fire. She could see a few firefighters who were breaking doors down, trying to help people, though that one scream echoed that caught her attention the most. It was loudly coming from one of the next rooms far down the hall. The fire fighters had no chance of getting to there. She decided to go straight for it, ignoring the flames crackling around her.
Buttercup saw no intact door. The fire had made quick work of the wooden material, though the room in general looked to be ravaged. Any piece of furniture was nearly all reduced to ashes, and the wallpaper was peeling though in the middle of the room. A huge hole was gaping in the floor. The raven haired powerpuff looked down, seeing someone down there. She knew that was where the voice came from.
"Hang on!" Buttercup called out, jumping right down, aware that the fire had damaged the floor and probably made it weak enough to collapse. She was planning to just grab the man and fly him out, though when she got close, the green puff's rush of hurry came to a halt.
"Pl…please," the man coughed. He had the great misfortune of being impaled on an exposed piece of rebar that had come from the damaged floor. This fire had done a lot to the entire apartment complex. The rebar was piercing into his back, and through the left side of his chest. It was gruesome to see, even for Buttercup.
"H-hang on, help will be here soon!" Buttercup tried to assure. There was nothing she could do on this matter. She didn't want to kill the man by just ripping him off the rebar, but at the rate the fire was burning, there seemed to be a good chance the rest of the man's apartment would collapse on them both. She saw him hold something in his hand. It looked like a pocket watch.
"Gi…give it to my son… Jimmy Calhoun… please," the man coughed. She saw blood coming out from his mouth. Buttercup took the pocket watch, trying to make sure he stayed awake.
"Don't give up! Help's not far!" she assured, until a loud creaking was heard, seeing her worst fear at that moment in time. The ceiling above them began to collapse down on top of them both, blazing with great fury.
"Ah!" Buttercup gasped, sitting up suddenly from her nightmare, panting. She was sweating, that all too familiar feeling welling in her heart. She saw on her alarm clock which read 7am now. She sighed, pulling her knees up to her chest and burying her face. She tried to forget the nightmare of a memory, but it felt too exact to the real situation itself.
"I'm a failure…"
