The monster lay in defeat. The townsfolk were safe, for now. Three streaks of light could be seen in the air, being light pink, light blue and light green respectively. When the lights touched down to the ground, three girls had appeared. They were the Powerpuff Girls, a set of triplet girls that were known as the town heroes. Usually they cleaned up any monster or huge catastrophe that was too big for others to handle. They all were confused by what they seen. They had been woken up by a phone call from emergency services reporting of the monster, though it was already long dead. Its head was clearly bashed in, and the whole body lay motionless on the ground.

"Whoa… what happened?" one of the girls spoke up. She had black hair that went down to her shoulders, and she was in a green coat that had black vine like patterns on it in random angles. This looked like something she would do. She was Buttercup, the more hot-headed one of the three that packed a punch in battle.

"I don't know, Buttercup. Maybe we could ask these people?" the other girl suggested. She had blonde hair, but it was done up to have two short pigtails. She was wearing a blue dress that had black circles covering it. She was Bubbles, the shyer of the three. She didn't look like it, but she could put up as much of a fight as her sisters. Bubbles wasn't enjoying the sight. All the goop it had for blood pooling around it was making her kind of sick, and it smelt rotten already.

"That's a good idea. Buttercup, can you ask some of them what happened? Me and Bubbles will clear the corpse," their leader declared. She had long straight orange hair with a red bow in it. She was wearing a pink shirt that had black flowers on random parts of it. They didn't see much of a point in doing anything else beyond melt the body so the city wouldn't have to worry about the clean-up. Buttercup nodded, reluctantly agreeing to it. To her, this was a waste of time. Someone saved them ten minutes in a fight. It didn't matter to her who killed it, but she knew whoever did it might come back to bother them later on. Buttercup approached the first person in sight which was a skinny man that had a goatee, looking to be most in his early twenties, perhaps a college student out late.

"Hey, any clue what happened here?" she started her practical interrogation. If he didn't give a straight answer, it would be brutalized out of him. She was already tired out of her skull, and being held up late for another few hours because someone couldn't remember specific details was not how she wanted to waste her night. The man just scratched his goatee.

"Yeah, like, some crazy guy threw a rock at it, and before we knew it, he had turned its face into mush. It ate my car though," he stated, Buttercup seeing the half eaten machine. The man sure seemed happy that the car was destroyed, probably insurance payout for a new one. She didn't care about that part, though.

"Well, that girl was recording," the man added, pointing to a woman that was near a bus stop. She looked pretty dolled up in a black shirt and a lot of makeup on her hair, being in a more fluffy state. The green puff ignored the goatee man from there on to see if she could get a sneak peak at the recording, though she felt like she could recognize the woman.

"Don't I know you?" Buttercup started, gaining the woman's attention. She had been looking at her cellphone, which was one of those new model flip ones. Clearly she had money to spend since it was expensive, just one of the many things aside from the jewellery that exclaimed that on her body.

"Oh, I'm Ana Smith, the news reporter for Channel 38. It's nice to meet you. Is there something you need?" Ana introduced herself. Buttercup remembered her better now. So many of her school mates talked about the reporter half the time, and it only got annoying to her just to hear ramblings about her over and over.

"Yeah. You recorded the fight, right? Can I see it?" the raven haired puff requested. Ana didn't mind, handing over the phone to her before hitting a button. It looked like she had only got part of the fight where the monster was having its head bashed in. Her eyes focused on the person wielding the street light that had been used.

"…Butch?" she muttered, her eyebrow quirked. He didn't look happy in the slightest in the recording. She watched the video reach the end where Butch had flown away. She looked at the direction he had went down. She returned the phone to the news anchor before she flew off, leaving her sisters to clean up the monster. Buttercup was heading down the same path Butch had went through. All she knew was that he had went to the end of the road and then left. The Powerpuff kept flying until she found a hard crack in the pavement, which was a good few miles away from the monster's corpse.

Buttercup knew how she got when upset. She either went somewhere private on her own but even she had a minor trail of destruction. The landing was a sign that someone wanted to land in a hurry. It led in front of an abandoned apartment complex that had windows that were broken in pieces. It looked uninhabitable from her view. She headed inside, able to see easily in the dark. Her eyes had well-adjusted by now to the nocturnal vision. She could see a few good damaged parts of the wall from something other than age. Her ears very soon caught the sound of weak sobs.

"Hello?" Buttercup called out as she grew close to where they came from, which was the stairwell that led upstairs. On the stairwell laid Butch, whose tears somewhat ran down his cheeks like a river. He looked at her, wiping his eyes, but he just couldn't stop those practically everlasting tears.

"W-what are you doing here, you dumb puff…?" Butch half-heartedly insulted. Buttercup had heard better insults from the ruffs this morning. She hated hitting an opponent that hadn't attempted to start a fight with her yet, and he already looked bad enough from this morning. She approached him.

"Are you okay?" the puff questioned, aware that ruffs rarely let their emotions get this bad. He stayed quiet, looking at the ground. His heart ached badly.

"Why do you care?" he responded. Buttercup sat down beside him, trying to act calm, though if he even raised a finger toward her, she would have him through the wall in a split second.

"Bubbles still hopes you guys will become good one of these days. I tell her she's crazy, but I never thought I'd see you crying or saving people, either," Buttercup claimed. Blind hope always annoyed her. She preferred not having her hopes high to avoid being disappointed, but sometimes she couldn't help herself.

"…I-I can't think straight… I've been feeling so strange around someone, and I can't stop thinking about them… and then… th-that monster… it wouldn't shut up…" Butch sniffled and sobbed. He had stammered out what was wrong with little effort. It was making her feel awkward, hearing him cry so hard that it reminded her of when her sister Bubbles' favourite toy wound up in pieces from the washer.

"Look, Butch, it's nothing bad. It sounds like you just have a crush on them," Buttercup said, running a hand along his back reassuringly. She was starting to grow suspicious, though the fight from the morning earlier had felt too easy. She was wondering who he was referring to.

"I-I can't… my family would hate me. Dad's already mad at us for losing all the time…" Butch choked out. She was aware Mojo wouldn't be happy with the news that his child had murdered a monster that was practically on the ruffs' side. He was calming down a tiny bit now. She made him look at her in the eye.

"Look. Whatever happens, it'll be a hundred times worse than what happens if you stay quiet. If you tell, you'll feel a lot better," Buttercup warned him what would happen if he kept bottling it up. She was suspicious of who he was talking about. It was one of the ruff enemies, she assumed that much from how worried he was over it. She had a thought in the back of her head poking away. It made her ask herself if he was talking about her. He took in a deep breath and exhaled, trying to calm down.

"Yeah… I guess… Thanks," Butch thanked her, finding it an awkward bonding moment. Him having a crush on Brick. He didn't want to know how he would react, but he really hated feeling like he was going insane. He got up and began to head toward the way out.

"The only reason I'm gonna pretend you weren't here is because you killed the monster. Now go before I change my mind," Buttercup insisted, treating this like they were even beyond the awkward moment they had together. Butch smiled before he flew off to the sky, thinking it was time to head home, hoping his brothers had done their job. He had distracted the puffs, in a way he had not planned at all. But now he was feeling a lot more at emotional peace, though mentally, he pondered how he was going to tell Brick. A crush was a crush, but it didn't even seem remotely like he was able to get over the feelings.

Authors note: I don't know if I should update this still or not, but updates might be a bit slowed down. Either way I hope you're enjoying this.