Buttercup blinked, and then shook her head, frowning. She looked at her sister with a derisive sneer, turning away. "Yeah right! Give it a break Blossom; she's dead, and there's nothing we can do about it..." She gritted her teeth, the memory of her long-lost sister playing in her mind over and over again, each time with the same ending. What went wrong again? She had even forgotten that herself, and that brought a painful, heavy feeling of guilt. It wasn't fair, was it? They had just apologized, too, but...But even after that, she had blow up into little chunks, leaving only that little piece of cloth. Sure, life wasn't fair- nothing was - but it was just shit now. That didn't have to happen if they hadn't made that stupid recipe. Or if they had at least made it right. Buttercup even felt a slight pang of hatred for her other sisters – why did they need another sister? To lose? To kill? The word sent a shiver up her spine, and she grimaced.
Blossom looked down, stroking the cloth gently and lovingly, and then she looked up towards the ceiling, sighing. "Listen Buttercup, I never said anything about that. Just...Just that she looks an awful lot like her. Except—
"Not so big, right? Smaller, and I guess smarter, and...She's weird," the Powerpuff girl suddenly said, and then grunted. Her eyes darted towards the case instinctively, and then she just tried to push it off, the profound feeling that maybe, just maybe, Heather knew something about Bunny that they didn't. Or at least, if she didn't know...She was part of something about her. She couldn't be too sure, but then again...
"In any case, we have to forget her, I suppose," Blossom said drearily, placing the cloth back in the velvet box and closing the lid. She looked to her sister, and then sat down on the bed, tapping her fingers over the box. "Do...Do you ever wonder what happened to Bunny? Ever wonder if she...She didn't...didn't...Blow up?" The pink-clothed girl grimaced at the word, rubbing her cheek slowly. Buttercup paused, and then leaned against the wall, rolling her eyes. "Sure, why not? I liked her, and I didn't want her to effing die, but that's life, I guess. Shit happens." Blossom felt a sudden urge to give her sister a good ole' slap across the face, and then held it back.
She stared at her; she was the epitome of a tough girl, every part of her. She was looking down at the floor, not talking, and surely not thinking. Buttercup never though; she'd rant, she'd yell, she'd get physical often, but obviously at those interludes she was just playing elevator music up there. But, despite this, she did care about the lost Powerpuff; maybe she was just too strong to admit it herself. Blossom clutched the container in one hand, and then opened up the cabinet drawer, placing it inside. "Buttercup...It's been a few years, hasn't it?" Her sister's ears perked up, and she glanced at her. Despite not knowing about what she was talking about, she attempted to play along. "Yeah..." She gave that ploy up after about two seconds. "Huh? What are you talking about again?" she asked, confused. Blossom sighed, ready to bang her forehead against the wall, but instead just opting to sit on a place next to Buttercup.
"Since Bell showed up. Been a pretty long while, right? Like she vanished into thin air." Buttercup grumbled, and then rolled her eyes, nodding. "Yep. Like she disappeared a while back, right?" She shrugged her shoulders, grinning cheekily. "But hey! Who am I kidding? Good riddance!" She threw her head back in laughter, and then cracked her knuckles. "Well, if you're all shut up now, I'm going back to my game, thank you very much!" Buttercup walked out of the room with her hands behind her head, leaving Blossom to just watch her leave.
The girl stared down at her feet, shuffling them against the floor, still sitting, and therefore not getting anywhere. She shook her head, smiling gloomily. "I miss you sis..."
Heather blinked, holding her head. "Ughn..." She groaned, and then looked up just in time to see Butch holding a glowing green ball. "To shoot or not to shoot—
I forgot the rest," he said, almost whined, and then lifted his hand up, smirking. "Oh well, not that it matters now..." He smashed it against the floor. Heather winced, and then jumped out of the way, holding her hands over her head like a tiny shield that should only be used for rain, and then jumped to another platform clumsily. "Gah!" She tripped over her own feet, and then pushed up again, running from the oncoming blasts. "Hey, stop running! I only want to shoot you!" The girl looked around, only to find that most of the platform had been destroyed. She whimpered in a hopeless, helpless tone. Butch grinned, a big look of doom plastered on his face, and then paused. He gulped, and then fell over, writhing on the floor in pain, twitching and rolling around crazily.
Heather pointed at the Rowdyruff in triumph, jumping up and down. "Ah ha! I knew ramming you in the balls would hurt!" She stepped back when he didn't answer, and then poked him on the head. "...Are you all right? Please don't be dead; I don't wanna kill an orphan!" Dr. Brisbane sighed, tapping the control panel in front of him drearily. Amazing; with all this power harnessed inside her, and she's still a moron...I'm sure there's a chemical for that. He clapped his hands, and the platform disappeared around them, leaving them in an empty white room.
Brisbane called out, "Good job Heather. You did well." Butch snapped back into reality. "H-hey, that wasn't fair! You bitch!" He grabbed Heather by the throat, choking her. She struggled, and then pulled back. "Ouch! Why do you have to be like that! I don't want to hurt you; Uncle Brisbane just told me to!" Butch growled, and in his anger, attempted to reveal Brisbane's secret. "Well, I bet'cha didn't know that Brisbane isn't even your un—
Two darts flew out of the walls, hitting Butch on both butt cheeks, causing him to fall unconscious. Heather gasped, pointing at the little things sticking out obscenely from his derrière. "What happened?"
"Oh, my mistake. Weasel, take care of him," Brisbane ordered, and the little red doctor nodded. "Yes, of course," all the while mumbling, "I don't get paid enough for this job..." Brisbane smiled at Heather coldly, and to her, it was very much a creepy, scary smile. She cringed, hands behind her back demurely, and then piped up. "Uncle, are the orphans going to be okay?" she asked, staring as the other two came back. Brisbane nodded nonchalantly, prodding his fingers together. "Yes, they'll be just fine. Heather," he started, and then stepped back, sighing. "Why don't you go take a shower or something? You're perspiring excessively."
The girl nodded, taking these as words of love and quietly skipping away. The doctor sighed, shaking his head and polishing his glasses absently. "Good work. We'll meet later to look at the scans, so perhaps you should get some rest now, while you still can." Brick grunted, and then nodded slowly, jumping up the steps and making his way out of the room. Boomer stared up negligently for a moment, and then shook the thoughts off, running away.
"The orphans sure are weird," Heather commented, to herself obviously, and stripped down, tossing her clothes on a nearby table and turning the water on. "Ooh, cold, cold, cold!" she said in a quick, almost cheery chant. She stepped out for a moment to let it warm up, and then sighed, pulling off her ribbon, which was partially wet. "Ugh, look at this! I should've remembered to take it off...But oh well, that's not important now!"
She threw it on top of her clothes, and then jumped back into the shower, finding it nice and warm at last. She began humming a song quietly in a toneless and yet perky manner. Butch, meanwhile, pleasured himself by watching this, grinning obscenely. "Butch, what the hell are you doing?"
The Rowdyruff jumped in surprise, and then kicked his brother down before looking back at the hole in the wall, which he had made by punching it a while ago. It wasn't very inconspicuous (Think the size of a human fist), but since the girl showered with her eyes closed, well...
"What does it look like I'm doing, huh dumbass?" Brick pushed his brother aside, peered into the orifice, turned bright red, and then smacked him up-side the head. "You're peeping, aren't you?" Butch rolled his eyes, not halting at all. "Yeah, great find, Einstein...Oh crap!" He fell over, and then blocked the hole with his hand. "I think she saw me..." Brick smirked, raising an eyebrow. "Hmm, does that scare you a little bit then, huh Butch?" Hiss brother faltered, and then rolled his eyes. "O-of course not! I'm just...Making sure I can shoot her in surprise, ya know?" Brick grinned, something that was rarely seen. Butch growled, covering the gap with his back. "Oh shut up, faggot!"
Boomer suddenly, in an act of brazen stupidity, thrust Butch aside and peeked into the hole. He stared wide-eyed for a minute, said nothing, and then cringed, falling on the floor and twitching. Heather blinked at the thump of a body, and yelled, "Hello? Is anybody out there?" The three of them ran out of sight, so the now the hole was revealed to her.
"Is that a hole?" She paused. "...EEK! Someone might see me!"