(Normal P.O.V)

After the professor got over the shock and excitement of what he had managed to create, he brought the girls into the kitchen.

Bubbles and Blossom sat there, quietly awaiting to hear what their new dad had to say. Buttercup on the other hand decided that, as long as they were there, they might as well have a look around. Getting up, Buttercup wandered around the large, heavily equipped room.

Variously sized knife's hanged from metal hooks in the walls, the light that seeped through the kitchen window shining off of them. She starred at them, mesmerized by the thin, sharp blades that looked as though they could cause some damage had they been placed in the wrong hands.

The thought of what she could use them for urged her forward, causing her to walk into the closest cupboard.

"Ow," She complained, her hands grasping her head, trying to soothe the pain. Looking up, she grasped the handle of the draw in front of her and yanked it out, making a step for her to stand on.

The sound of the draw being pulled roughly open caused her two sisters to turn around, their faces a picture as they saw what their raven haired sister was up to.

"Buttercup!" They shouted, gaining her attention.

"What?" She asked, her annoyance clear in her voice.

"What are you doing…..?" Blossom looked at Buttercup, a questioning look on her face. "You'll hurt yourself, you know."

Buttercup turned to the small red headed girl, her face twisted into a sugary sweet smile. "I wasn't going to," She replied, which, to tell the truth, she was being honest. She didn't have any intentions of hurting herself, nor, before you ask, anyone else. But she did however, have every intention of doing something with them. After all, there were quite a few walls in the house and, as expected, they were all smooth, not one dent or crack was to be seen. And she wasn't going to have that.

As far as she was concerned there were now going to be three small children running around the place from now on, so there may as well be some evidence to prove that. Of course she'd thought about using crayons, but where was the fun in that? There wasn't any.

Well, that wasn't the complete truth, she had amused herself by thinking of doing that, and she had thought that it would allow her to get rid of her destructive side for a short period of time. She really did think that it would work, well, until she tried it that is. Had the professor moved aside some of the furniture he would see large drawings of cats, dogs, dinosaurs and, of course, dragons. But obviously, that wasn't going to happen any time soon. The professor didn't exactly seem to be the most observant of people, especially considering the fact that he left three 4 and a half year olds in a kitchen by themselves.

Ignoring her sisters, she continued to climb, pulling each draw out before stepping closer and closer to the items that she was looking for. She pulled out the last draw, carefully climbing upwards, trying to avoid a horrible fall. and, just as she reached out to grabs one of the silver blades by its solid, black handle, the professor walked in carrying a box full of supplies.

"Buttercup!" He yelled, the horror clear in his voice. And, upon hearing his voice, Buttercup lost her balance, causing her to topple over.

So, that's chapter 2 finally finished.

Please R&R, hope you enjoyed it :D