This is the same thing I stated in my other story.
Look, I know I haven't updated in like forever! But that's because I have a huge case of Writers Block. I can't get the ideas out of my head and onto here in a nice, neat way. If you've ever suffered from Writers Block, you know exactly what's going down.
It's really hard to organize the scenes and tell what's supposed to happen.
The soonest I can give you the next chapter is probably around the second week in November, maybe. Hopefully.
I still love you guys to death, but you guys probably hate me. Which is understandable.
I promise, the next chapter will have enough things to make you all happy!
:)
But here's a little sneak peak...
The clicking sound startled Buttercup, who had been awake the hole time. She was sitting on her bed, knees up to her chest. She was still holding in anger, but as soon as she knew he was back, she slowly tiptoed over to the door, relaxing herself. The doorknob turned at regular speed, but to Buttercup she felt she only had a fraction of a second. As soon as there was even a crack of light from the hallway, the Powerpuff jolted through, pushing Butch to the side.
The Ruff had even quicker reflexes, he grabbed her arm pushing her against the wall, a light switch stabbing her torso. She screeched, giving up and letting him embrace her. "Where to?" he asked in a cocky voice. She looked at him with disgust, she let her eyes wander to a door behind him.
"Bathroom," she spat. He smirked, nodding to the restroom. He roughly stepped back, watching her go all the way in, watching the door shut fully. He made a comfortable spot on the floor, guarding the door, "I don't prefer a stalker." Buttercup's voice was surprisingly perky. He found it admirable how she knows him so well.
Hope that didn't make you too excited. And who knows, I might update before November!
ToOdLeS!
