Me: I must be horrible.
Bubbles: Why?
Me: I'm horrible at everything. I can't even put a good cliff-hanger in one of my stories.
Bubbles: That's not true. You're a great writer.
Me: …
Bubbles: …
Me: Why are we quiet?
Brick's Point of View
It was maybe a couple of minutes before my brothers and I opened our eyes. Everything was dark at first, but finally I could see Brisbaine, smirking as we slowly stood up.
I stretched my arms, feeling somehow more energetic and younger. And for some reason, Dr. Brisbaine looked taller.
"Sir," My voice sounded…so childish. "What has the experiment done to us?"
Dr. Brisbaine frowned as he watched my confused expression. He bent down on his knees, so he was eye-leveled with me.
"If you haven't found out yet Brick," He started.
"Look around."
I did. Everything in the room seemed slightly bigger and taller. The room looked wider. Everything was the same except for that one difference. That's when I spotted my brothers.
Boomer wasn't on the platform anymore. He was staring up at a wall, playfully scribbling on it with a marker. (Now where did he get THAT?)
Butch was still on the platform with me, but wasn't paying attention to anything. He was punching the air in front of him, as if practicing some sort of new move he had learned.
My brothers seemed shorter than before. They started to act more…childish… (With the exception of Butch, who had always been the childish one of the three of us.) That's when it hit me.
"Sir," I squeaked. "Are we children?!"
My brothers heard my exclamation and looked at both Brisbaine and I. Dr. Brisbaine smirked and pointed at a mirror on the wall. I slowly walked over and looked into it. I found what I was afraid to see. A boy who looked about five years old stared back at me.
"If you can see, Brick. You're most absolutely correct." Brisbaine snorted.
I frowned and raised my fist to break the mirror, but then Butch shoved me and started posing in front of it. He smirked as watch me land on my bottom.
"Dude, I never knew we had a mirror here!! Man…if I were a girl, I would totally date me…" he murmured.
I rolled my eyes and shoved him. He fell down and glared at me angrily, rubbing his head. I wasn't in the mood for any of Butch's jokes. We were five! How did Brisbaine expect to defeat the Powerpuff Girls in a body of a five year old?!
"Butch," I grumbled. "The only way we are getting out, and finding you a girl is to first do what we were always created to do!! Defeat the Powerpuff Girls!!"
My grumbling turned into shouts. Brisbaine used his hand to turn me around and face him. I calmed down and watched him.
"Brick," he said. "The only way the plan is gonna work is that you trust me on this."
"Sir," I said. "I trust you, but how are we supposed to defeat the girls like this?!"
"You don't."
I felt my mouth drop open. But Dr. Brisbaine continued to explain, not noticing the shock I was showing.
"You're not going to defeat the girls in your state. You will just lure them here, without using any powers. That's when we will start we step two," Dr. Brisbaine explained.
He started walking around the laboratory.
"There's a step two?!" Butch exclaimed. I rolled my eyes and continued to listen.
"I shall explain the rest to you when you finish step one."
I nodded and motioned my brothers to fly. We were just about to crash into the ceiling until Brisbaine called, "Without superpowers."
I frowned and hovered back down. Butch and Boomer did the same and started to walk. This was a scarifice, but it would be worth it.
Bubbles: YAY!!
Me: What?
Bubbles: I found a flower!!
Me: …
Sorry, this is short guys, but I had to do something so I needed to finish this chapter quickly.