Boomer backed away, nearly tripping over a loose floorboard. "Brick," he sputtered, "I don't think I wanna do that..." Boomer's voice trailed off, his eyes wide with fear and reluctance.

Brick just stared at Boomer and laughed. "We're...not...doing...anything." Brick said this slowly with pauses between the words as if he was speaking to a small child or someone with the intelligence of a cactus, which wasn't a complete lie in Boomer's case. "You'll see, Boomer, you'll see." He smiled a devilish smile and turned away to face Bubbles. Boomer watched in horror as his brother removed her clothes and held it in his hands. It was her pajamas, a light blue night gown. (A/N It looks like this: /czo0zBr) Brick handed the gown to Butch and grabbed a worn out blanket from the ground, draping it over Bubbles's exposed body. "Anyone touches her," Brick announced firmly, "and they'll be bruised and bloody when I'm done with them, you morons understand?"

Butch and Boomer nodded, although Butch looked a little uncertain; he eyed the girl hidden underneath the bedsheets, an odd hunger in his eyes. What a pervert. "We're going to destroy them all at once, so no one is to go near her until then," he clarified once more. Brick turned to Butch and took the nightgown from his hands. He handed it to his blue-eyed brother. Boomer held it in his hands and looked at it, puzzled. The fabric felt soft and had the slight scent of flowers. He held it in front of him and it reached down to his knees. It seemed like it would fit him well.

He looked up at Brick. "The hell are you givin' me this for?"

Instead of an answer Boomer was just met with a deluge of uncontrolled laughter. Brick's face was red and he clapped his hands over his mouth to stifle the noise. Butch didn't seem to know what was going on either and offered no answer when he was met with a questioning gaze from Boomer. When the laughter had subsided and Brick had finally collected himself he cleared his throat and said, "My plan, Boomer, is for you to go into the Powerpuff house and find a weakness." Boomer narrowed his eyes and furrowed his brows, processing what this meant. "Oh, and you'll be disguised of course," he said, gesturing to the nightgown. Boomer's eyes grew as big as saucers when he realized what role he played in the plan. Brick broke out into another series of laughter, this time joined by Butch.

Boomer stared at the nightgown in a daze; a deep feeling of dread settled itself in his stomach, making him want to throw up. He was going to pretend to be Bubbles and live right next to the enemies they were so set on destroying.

He tried his best to block out the sounds of cruel laughter from his brothers as he slipped into the gown. Once he had it on he turned to the mirror and gazed at his reflection. Blonde stubble grew on his chin and his hair was much shorter than Bubbles's. No one would believe it. He felt his cheeks grow hot and red as he whirled around to face his brothers.

"No one is going to believe I'm Bubbles!" he spat. "I'm sixteen years old! I might have passed for her when I was six, but not anymore!" Boomer's jaw was tight and he held his clenched fists at his side, his eye twitching.

Butch looked his brother over, his laughter slowly fading away. "Bro, I think he's right," Butch said. "The redhead isn't gonna fall for that."

Brick rubbed his chin. "Yeah, you're right." Boomer let his arms go slack and exhaled deeply, grateful that he didn't have to dress as Bubbles anymore. Brick hovered over to the door and pushed it open and called to his brothers, "Come on boys, we're paying Him a visit, Butch, you stay and watch the girl." With that, he flew out the door.

The boys soon arrived at Him's home and crashed through the roof, leaving a gaping hole in its place. The duo landed on the plush pink carpet, searching the room for Him. He sat in a chair, his face illuminated by the light of a TV. "Why hello boys," Him said without shifting his position. "Come to greet your father?"

Boomer looked to his brother to explain. Brick cleared his throat. "Actually, Him, we just need your help with something." Neither of the boys felt intimidated by Him's presence.

Him grinned widely, his snow-white teeth shining menacingly. He got up from his chair and sauntered over to the boys. "Oh of course, whatever do you need?"

"Boomer here," Brick said as he gestured to his brother, "needs to look like a girl." Boomer's cheeks grew hot as he said this. "And I figured you know a lot about that."

Boomer didn't give Him a chance to reply. "I thought I didn't have to be disguised as Bubbles anymore!" He picked at the gown that he still wore; Brick wouldn't allow him to take it off.

"Quit your complaining, idiot," Brick snapped. "It's just for a couple of days, unless you're too much of a dumb shit to find a weakness of course!" He was tempted to punch his brother in the face right then and there.

Him watched them argue in amusement, his black lips pursed. Finally he held his claw up to signal for silence. The boys grunted and ceased their argument. Him rubbed his chin as he circled Boomer, surveying him. "Well," he began, "I'm sure I can find a way to work with this." He took Boomer by the hand and led him to another room. "You'll be almost as beautiful as me when I'm done with you!" Boomer's face was pale and blank as he stared into his crazed yellow eyes.

Boomer sat down in a soft chair in front of a mirror. Him pushed a cart full of beauty supplies next to him. Clapping his claws together he grinned mischievously. "Oh, you won't regret this!" Boomer thought otherwise but kept silent.

Boomer let out a small yelp; Him had pricked him with the razor as he was shaving away his stubble. "Oopsie." Him dabbed at the small drop of blood with a cloth and shaved off the rest. He placed the razor on the cart and grabbed a comb. Him gently ran the comb through Boomer's tangled blonde locks. When he was done Him used two ponytails to tie Boomer's hair into two pigtails. "Your hair is shorter than Bubbles, but it's good enough." Him placed the comb down and picked up some makeup. "Now the real fun begins." His eerie grin sent shivers down Boomer's spine.

Brick sat on a comfy red leather couch. He played with his hair, growing impatient as he waited for his brother to emerge. "This better be worth it," he muttered.

Thirty minutes had passed. Losing his last sense of patience he stood up and flew over to the door. Brick stopped abruptly as Boomer stumbled out of the room, his head down. As Boomer lifted his head Brick stood stiffly, his eyes wide and his mouth agape. As Brick surveyed his brother he burst out into laughter. He held his side, starting to feel tears sting the corners of his eyes. Boomer clenched and unclenched his fists, turning his knuckles white. He felt his face burn with embarrassment as he glared malevolently at his red-eyed brother who was gasping for air in his outburst of laughter.

Boomer's face looked like a cake with extra frosting. Powder covered every inch of his face, not a spot left untouched. His cheeks flared bright red, from his blush and the makeup combined. His lashes looked sharp enough to stab someone, and his lips were plumped and coated in a bright pink lipstick.

Brick stumbled around, struggling to stand as his laughter grew more out of control. "Boomer! You...look...RIDICULOUS!" he managed to spit out between his laughter.

Boomer turned away, blushing furiously. "I don't even need any of this. I look enough like a girl anyways!"

Him grinned from ear-to-ear. "Oh this is marvelous! Do you like it, son?"

Boomer gritted his teeth. I wish he'd stop acting as if he's my father. All he did was bring me back to life. Once. Instead of saying this, he looked up and mustered his best fake smile. "I love it!"

Boomer cursed profusely as he struggled to wipe the makeup from his face. All he managed to do was make it even messier. Brick just stared straight ahead, heading for their home.

"Did I even need that makeup?" Boomer said suddenly.

Brick smirked. "Not at all. You're a scrawny fucker just like Bubbles." Boomer wanted to punch his brother so badly. "In fact, that stubble on your chin was really the only thing holding you back from looking like a girl."

Boomer registered this thought. "Then why the hell did we go to Him's?!"

"It was funny."

Brick dodged a punch from his brother and snickered, flying full speed toward the woods. "Come catch me, dipshit!" Boomer gritted his teeth and flew after his brother, his face still smeared with makeup.

Soon the two boys had found themselves at their home, both out of fanned himself with his hand. "Woah, that was quite a workout." He grinned and ran to their door, Boomer behind him, all his motivation at destroying Brick gone. Brick pushed the door open and were met with the familiar smell of wood and stale air. The fire crackled loudly in the fireplace, the flames bursting in bright red plumes. The boys searched the room for Butch and Bubbles.

Boomer felt uneasy, his brows creased in apprehension. "Hey, maybe Butch wasn't the best choice as Bubbles's caretaker..." As if on cue, a shrill yelp emitted from a room in the back. The duo exchanged a quick glance and bolted for the room. Bubbles stood over Butch with her foot on his chest, holding him down. Her body wrapped tight in a blanket. Her face was flushed and her breathing was short and choppy. Her eyes were glazed with anxiousness and fear. Butch's eyes glowed with excitement and lust.

"Oh come on, baby. Just one kiss is all I'm askin'," he said huskily, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

At the sight of the two other boys Bubbles blanched, then held up her fists in a feeble attempt at defense.

Brick clenched his fists. "What the fuck did I say Butch? Do you ever listen to me you thick-headed twat?"

Butch scoffed and pushed Bubbles off of him effortlessly as if she weighed no more than a feather. Bubbles fell backwards onto the floor, still clutching the blanket tightly to her chest. She stared at them with huge, blue eyes. "My sisters'll be here," she hissed. "And you'll be sorry."

"Shut it blondie," Brick spat, making his way toward her, dragging Butch with him. "Come on bitch," He pulled her to her feet roughly. Brick and Butch each took one of her arms and led her to a couch. He looked back at Boomer. "The hell're you waiting for, idiot? Go to the Puffs' house and do what you're s'posed to! Me and Butch got this covered." He nudged Bubbles in the ribs.

Ignoring Bubble's venomous glare Boomer wiped the last of the makeup from his face and flew out the door, heading towards the Powerpuff house.

I titled this as Chapter 1 (cont.) because the last one was way too short to be a chapter in my opinion.

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