The Professor was waiting for them as they walked in, sitting solemnly at the kitchen table and smoking his pipe with a thoughtful look on his face. The girls glanced at each other nervously and floated over to join him. He didn't say anything for awhile, completely lost in faraway thoughts. It was only when Blossom awkwardly cleared her throat that he jerked and looked at them, seeming surprised to see them sitting there. He rubbed his head and smiled grimly over at them.

"Ms Keane rang me earlier and told me what happened, girls," he told them as he examined the three girls carefully. Bubbles began to sniffle quietly again and Buttercup glared at her.

"I think," he said carefully, staring up at the ceiling, slowly scratching his chin. "We need to be on the alert from now on. Be prepared for attack, girls."

They all stared up at him with worried faces. He immediately looked guilty for frightening them, running a hand through his hair sheepishly.

"Don't worry; I'm sure you girls can handle them. Just be on guard that's all," he said down at them soothingly and the three girls glanced at each other. Blossom looked back to her father, grimly confident.

"We can handle it, Professor. We've fought tougher enemies then them and we've always won. These girls will be a cinch."

The Professor smiled a little at her calmly self-assured confidence. Her words had managed to settle her sisters down as well and Bubbles slowly stopped crying, wiping her eyes.

"Good. I have full confidence in all of you girls and I know you can take care of these other three in a heart-beat," his daughters all beamed at his words. Everything seemed a lot more manageable now, after this calming talk and their three new classmates no longer seemed so threatening. They all felt ready for any attack that would most certainly come in the days to follow.

Strangely though, the days passed by without a single word or appearance from their new enemies. A tense week slid by without the three showing up at all and slowly, everyone began to relax and unwind once more. They had all expected a Princess scenario, new classmate that took a dislike to the girls and blasted everything apart a day or two later. Nothing like that occurred at all and everyone felt extremely grateful.

Although Pokey Oaks Kindergarten had a wall and a ceiling to repair, everyone else came out of the event mildly unscathed. Buttercup had been the least affected by the trio and went on with her life as usual; completely comfortable with the knowledge she could handle whatever would come her way. Blossom came out of it with a slightly bruised ego and she began training before school to get her alertness and reaction time up. Berry had managed to hurt her and she was sure that was because she had allowed herself to be caught off guard. She mustn't let it ever happen again.

Bubbles brooded for a day and a half before returning to her cheery mood once more. The blond girl adored making friends and naturally as a result, hated losing them and she felt down about Blank for awhile. Even when she brightened up again, the whole situation and especially Blank niggled at the back of her mind like a mosquito bite, refusing to go away.

They briefly discussed where the three had come from, whether they were like the Powerpunks or Rowdyruffs, evil counterparts to themselves. They all sat down on the cushions around the living-room floor and agreed they probably were.

"You heard that Berry though. They didn't have a group name like Wowiepoop Girls or anything," Buttercup argued and her sisters giggled a little.

"Yeah but they all had B names and there were three of them and they had superpowers. From this evidence it is clearly obvious that they are similar to the Rowdyruffs and Powerpunks and we must conclude they are villainous counterparts of us."

Buttercup as usual felt very irritated at her sister's cool logic and she glared sullenly over at her. Blossom smiled and tickled the raven-haired girl's sides a bit, not wanting to cause an argument. The green puff giggled and knocked her mitt away.

"Well who made them then? They need Chemical X and no weirdo's tried to get it off us or anything," the black-haired sister fell thoughtfully silent. Blossom, happy to have a problem to tackle, tapped at her lips.

"Well we know when Mojo first made the Rowdyruffs they were more...like weapons and they couldn't really think for themselves. They were like all those robots Mojo creates, quick-fire ways to destroy us."

Bubbles and Buttercup had never really thought about this and they stared at her interestedly, always enjoying when the red-head tried to figure things out with her advanced brain.

"However when Him recreated the boys we all agree they had more personality and were, I think as a result of being recreated by Him, more sadistic, vicious and evil. Unlike when under Mojo's control, they weren't just going to kill us as efficiently as they could. Like Him, they wanted to push us to our mental limit and see us reach our breaking point before destroying us. They wanted to mentally and physically torture us and then get rid of us."

Her sisters stared at her uneasily, feeling uncomfortable at this prognosis. Bubbles shook her head violently.

"Nah uh. They were just acting like normal boys...I don't think they knew how to stop, they didn't know they were being really bad and stuff..."

"You're too nice, Bubbles," her black-haired sister interrupted. "They were going to kill us."

Bubbles was firm in her opinion, pouting slightly, arms crossed.

"Yeah but all the bad-guys in Townsville want to kill us and you're overreacting! Kids don't know how to do bad torture and mental stuff like Him. The Rowdies are too stupid for that."

Blossom was enjoying this almost intellectual debate. Sure she knew she was right but it was fun to have a rational argument with her sisters for once. She smiled to herself.

"Interjection," she raised her arm up. Her sister's stared at her perplexedly and she flushed a little, letting her hand fall back down to her side.

"Sorry," she giggled a little and the other two laughed back before she continued on. "Whether the Rowdyruffs wanted to torture us or not is beside the point. I'm saying that when they were recreated by Him they were more independent, could think for themselves and were more evil."

She looked around at them both like a school-teacher, trying to make them understand what she was getting at.

"Berry, Blank and Buzz were like that as well. I think Buzz was smart enough to make us fight amongst ourselves...she caused the main conflict, I think. That means Mojo probably didn't make them...I think it was Him."

Buttercup pondered over this but Bubbles was completely unconvinced. She shook her head again, pigtails flying up and down madly.

"Remember, no repeat performance!" she trilled in a sing-song voice not noticing as her two sisters turned to stare at her uneasily. Buttercup glanced at Blossom and they both looked at the blond sister feeling uncomfortable.

"You remember that?" the green puff asked and Bubbles giggled dismissively.

"Of course! He told us before he left. I don't think he would fib about that."

Blossom was quiet and uncertain.

"How do you know for sure? He's a bad-guy and he could lie or change his mind..."

"No, he wouldn't do that. I'm sure of it," Bubbles was calmly confident and this made her sisters more uncomfortable than ever. The blond girl was blissfully unaware of their concerned stares.

"Bubbles? You haven't...seen him around have you?" Blossom was stern and Bubbles' eyes opened wide with shock.

"No!"

"No talking toys...?

"Nah uh!"

"Weird dream, nightmares...?"

"Nup."

"Chalk worlds...?"

"Nope."

"Butterflies, weird old men..?"

"No, no, no."

Her voice was cheerfully sing-song.

"Haven't been going over for afternoon tea or anything?

The girl went bright red and she shook her head again.

"No Him, no Him at all, I cross my heart hope to die!"

"Stick a needle in your eye?" Buttercup interjected, staring her down with narrowed eyes. The blonde girl pointed madly at both of her sea-blue orbs.

"Needle in both of them! Pinky promise," she realized she didn't have a pinky and giggled, smiling from ear to ear. Blossom and Buttercup slowly began to look convinced.

"We know he's taken a liking to you, Bubbles. You have to promise to tell us if anything weird starts going on," the red-head told her in a firm, motherly tone. The blue puff pouted again and crossed her arms.

"Yeah yeah I know. I'm not a baby," she said sulkily and they all decided to leave it at that. They went back to the problem at hand.

"So not Him and not Mojo..." Blossom's brow furrowed with concentration. They all become thoughtfully silent, trying to reach a conclusion.

"Dya think...the Professor knows something?" Buttercup suggested slowly after a few minutes passed. They were all quiet again.

"No, he would tell us if he did," Blossom replied easily. The green puff didn't look convinced and her red-headed sister pulled a face.

"If he was keeping something from us it's probably because he isn't a hundred per cent sure if he's right or not. He wouldn't want to give us false information. He needs to be totally sure before he tells us anything."

This settled the raven-haired girl down and she nodded slowly. Bubbles rubbed at her head, wincing a little with pain.

"My head hurts. Can we think about it later?" she said, eyes screwed shut. Buttercup glanced over at Blossom for her word of approval. The pink puff shrugged unhappily, not wanting to leave the problem unsolved but feeling tired as well.

"Alright then," she sighed.

She kept on thinking about it throughout the day and into the next, mulling the facts over and over again around in her mind, until one night Buttercup stopped her down the hall, gripping her shoulder firmly.

"Look Red," she started soothingly. "Just relax. It's nearly been a whole week now. Maybe they're not even gonna come back."

Blossom smiled grimly and shook her mitt off. She felt slightly surprised the green puff had caught on to her worrying.

"Yeah I know that might be a possibility, Buttercup," she sighed, squirming a little uncomfortably. "I just can't leave it, y'know? I really need to know what's going on."

The black-haired girl smirked a little.

"You're such a little know-it-all," she said affectionately. "Always have to figure out everything."

Blossom gave her a friendly push, giggling a little. She already felt a bit calmer, thankful that her sister had talked some sense into her. She forced herself to push the issue out of her mind.

Another week passed and then yet another one and soon the whole fiasco had become long forgotten. Even to Blossom it became a distant memory although she still threw herself into training until her alertness had reached to its peak once more. It really seemed like they had seen the back of Berry, Blank and Buzz once and for all.

Maybe around three months later, after a long week of school and crime-fighting Bubbles was happy to find herself enjoying a bright, sunny Saturday afternoon. The kindergartner was playing by herself out on the pavement as per usual, Buttercup more interested in some solitary basketball games and Blossom training and studying inside.

The Professor would occasionally pop his head out to make sure everything was running smoothly and settle any ruffled feathers or scuffles the girls would encounter. They were all having fun after a hard, tiring week and Bubbles was scribbling unicorns and rainbows across the concrete with her chalk. There were a handful of stuffed animals strewn around her.

"Look there's you!" she informed one of her companion's, a smiling white goat. She pointed her slightly smudged picture out for friend in case it couldn't make it out by itself.

"I'm gonna draw you next," she told another watching admirer, Buttercup's green alligator who smiled toothily up at her from besides the goat. The little blond girl beamed, before her eyes settled on the sleepy-eyed octopus lying on its side against the pavement. She leaned over to straighten him up.

"Don't be sad Octi. I already drew lots of pictures of you. See look," she pointed one of its tentacles over to the section of the concrete dedicated to the octopus, purple figure smiling hand in hand with a grinning self-portrait of the girl.

"Look your riding on a horse! She's so pretty, look she has sparkly hair and it's all plaited and beautiful..." the blond girl babbled, reaching for an orange piece of chalk. She looked around confusedly and saw it had rolled away towards some shrubbery besides the foot-path. She crawled down to get it again.

She looked up curiously as a soft crackling noise rustled from down the empty street. She stared around interestedly before smiling and returning to reach down for her piece of chalk. The girl looked up again as the rustling grew louder. She peered down the street and saw next to someone's fence, a green shrub moving slightly.

Giggling slightly with the promise of a new adventure she abandoned her chalk and crawled a little down the concrete.

"Hello? Anybody there?" she sang happily, excited with the possibility of making a new friend. The bush rustled again and after a few seconds passed by, a small white face poked out from behind the leaves.

"Blank!" Bubbles cried gleefully before covering her mouth up and looking over to her house down the road. The Professor was nowhere to be seen and she let out a little sigh of relief. She turned back forward. The other girl's chin was trembling slightly and she looked like a scared puppy; hidden in the leafy branches, head poking out like a tentative turtle.

Bubbles shifted down towards her joyfully, a wide smile across her face. She stopped a few inches away from the green shrub, crouched amongst the grassy front lawn.

"Why are you in the bush, silly?" she giggled, face alight with happiness. Blank's black eyes darted around fretfully before settling quietly down on the blond girl again. Bubbles looked around and leaned in as if sharing a huge secret with her friend, eyes growing even larger.

"My sisters and the Professor say I shouldn't play with the bad-guys," she whispered and her eyes grew slightly sad. "I can't play jump-rope with the nice monsters from Monster Island and I can't see Fuzzy in his house and I can't go have afternoon tea with Him."

Her eyes fogged over a little and her lower lip quivered. Blank stared at her with wide eyes, head cocked to the side and there was a smidgen of scared worry across her usually expressionless face. Before tears could flow down her cheeks, Bubbles gave her head a firm shake and smiled up brightly at the other girl again.

"I don't care though," she grinned. "You didn't do bad things like Fuzzy and Him and all the monsters do. It was only your sisters...wait, they are your sisters right?"

Blank was deadly quiet for a few seconds unblinking, before slowly nodding her head up and down like a zombie. The blond girl looked a bit more serious than usual.

"They're not very nice...but you're really nice!"

A tiny little smile appeared on the other girl's face and when Bubbles stuck out her mitt for her friend to take, she gratefully did, pulling herself out from the green branches. The blue puff noted with interest that she didn't have hands either but mitts just like her, Blossom and Buttercup. She was moving gingerly across the pavement as if in pain and Bubbles remembered her flying through the air and crumpling against the table, but decided not to bring it up.

"That's Octi he's my best friend...besides Blossom and Buttercup of course. Oh and the Professor as well. Maybe Mojo too, I like Mojo but he can be a bad monkey sometimes. I think he likes me too but I don't really know cause he's always trying to get robots to blow us up. Maybe he doesn't know how to make friends...I should help him."

She stared up at the sky interestedly, Octi clasped against her chest before looking down again.

"That's Penny the goat. Say hello Penny!" she waved the goat's hoof at the black-eyed girl who was staring bemusedly at it all.

"That's Buttercup's alligator. She calls it Ripper or Head-Muncher or Rwral. I like Toothy better," she pushed the green toy up for her friend to see. "What do you think?"

Blank didn't answer, looking down at the stuffed animal, reaching out to softly stroke its tail. Bubbles pushed it into her arms and she hugged it happily, smile growing wider. Bubbles grabbed a piece of chalk, grinning and continuing to babble on about whatever sprang to her mind.

"I could go to your house later on. Then the Professor wouldn't catch me and I wouldn't get in trouble," she went a little pink at the idea of tricking her father before grinning sheepishly at the silently content girl.

"Where do you live?" she asked, scribbling away at a chalk drawing and Blank stared at her, face slowly falling down into its expressionless state once more. She reached out; alligator still pressed under her chin and carefully picked up a piece of black chalk. She eyed it disinterestedly before leaning over the concrete. Bubbles watched as she falteringly wrote something out, stopping and starting uneasily as if she was unsure how to spell out her sentence.

The blue puff stared down when the other girl was done.

Twenteee for, Sterling Rode.

She translated it in her mind, twenty-four Sterling Road. She flinched a little. Sterling Road was in the bad part of town, tucked away somewhere behind a pub or night-club. It was a part of town that the Gangreene Gang or the Rowdyruff Boys would hang around in. The girl pushed her worries from her mind and grinned widely.

"Cool! Hey dya wanna play hide and seek?" she had grown bored with her chalk drawings. "We're not allowed to play tag a lot anymore."

Blank was silent and the tiny smile played at her lips again. Before she could agree or disagree, Bubbles whipped her head around, pigtails flying about madly. She saw with faint horror, the Professor walking out from around the back of the house, whistling to himself and the blue puff felt her heart jump in her chest.

"Oh no," she turned back to Blank but the girl was staring over at the man like a stunned rabbit, jaw hanging open with fright. In a nanosecond she had gotten to her feet and she zapped down the road, quicker then lightning. She left a glowing black light-stream behind her, just like the sisters pink, blue and green ones. Bubbles stared open-mouthed after her.

"What are you up to down there?" a voice chirped cheerily up from above her and she nearly jumped out of her skin. The little blond girl stared up at her sun-hat wearing father and shook like a leaf.

"Umm...err..." she stuttered nervously and her father grinned wider.

"Talking to the squirrels again, eh?" he teased and she grabbed at the excuse eagerly, bouncing her head up and down, smiling from ear to ear. The Professor chuckled and she felt a little uneasy with her tiny white lie.

"Well lunch is nearly ready so I think it's time to pack up your toys, Bubbles," he said and she nodded enthusiastically again before she bent down to collect all her pieces of chalk. He began walking off down towards the house again as she put the chalk away and she pushed Octi and her goat into her arms.

She looked around feeling a little worried. The toy alligator was nowhere to be seen. Staring down the road uneasily, she floated up into the air and hugged her toys tight under her chin. Biting her lip and frowning slightly, she turned to fly softly through the air and back inside the house once more.

A/N Hurr. I probably should be continuing with more popular fics...but this is interesting me more at the moment. Don't yell at me if I get stuck on this fic as well. I just suck like that.