Author's Note: Thank you for your patience.
Buttercup sighed and layed down on the bed. "Oh, there's only one bed. Welp, you can let the lady get her beauty sleep and lay on the ground."
Butch frowned. "Why me?"
Buttercup shrugged. "Did you hear what that guy outside said?"
"Well he obviously noticed the resemblance," said Butch.
"Imma go down and tell him you were created in my image," huffed Buttercup.
"No!" Butch crossed his arms.
"Fine." Buttercup pulled the covers over her head. She didn't come out after five minutes.
I guess that means "conversation over", thought Butch, as he curled up on the cold ground. In a few minutes he was fast asleep.
Outside, the wind blew strongly. If you squinted, you could see a figure at the top of a skyscraper nearby. Who could it be at this hour? Your only clue was a pair of burning, red crimson eyes, fixed on the hotel.
Oh hoho, it thought, so they flew here. Just wait till I tell the others. And it flew off into the distance towards Townsville, leaving a red streak.
Author's Note: So who could this person be? Hint: Go back to chapter 4.