2/17/15 Update:

Dear Readers,

I'm sorry for my lack of updating chapters. There's really no excuse for how long it took, but I was going through a lot of things. I was bullied, though thankfully it didn't last long. And my studies weren't exactly helpful to me, causing me to feel useless. But, this fanfic has been on the back of my since then and so I tried my best with this one. I'm planning chapter 11 as we speak, and I hope no more interruptions cause me to stop in my writing again. Just know the story ain't ending until it ends...or when I say it ends. So, sorry again and I hope you're all still willing to read what I got. Thank you for reading up to this part, it means a lot to me!

Now, onto the chapter:

Berserk's PoV:

We tiptoed into the dark apartment room as I closed the door, in the most quiet way I could possibly get it at. Damn, it was late! The Oppressor should already be home. In fact, we might already be walking into a trap. It's the kind of thing I would imagine him do...

As the door closed, and I slowly relocked it, the light had suddenly turned on. I stopped...and slowly turned around. Brute and Brat were stuck frozen in their positions as we all saw the Oppressor sitting in the big chair that came with the apartment. It just so happened to be right next to the light switch. The Oppressor had one of his gun inventions, I think the blaster, in his lap as he sucked in a little from a cigar. His eyes glared at all of us, but I know for a fact that when he starts smoking, he's been worried about us. Or, at least he was worried that he lost his greatest weapon.

As he blew out a puff of smoke, he spoke, "Well? Anything you want to say to me?"

Brute stayed quiet. Brat turned her head to me. I resisted the urge to look away from his eyes. Don't let him intimidate you, don't let him intimidate you...I kept eye contact as I walked over, away from the door, "We went out for a walk."

"Oh, you did?"

I nodded, "Yes, we did."

"With all the lights left on and the door left open?" That sounded more like a statement then a question. Shoot, I'd forgotten about all that when the police came!

I blinked,"We were in a hurry…"

"For what, exactly?" He began to narrow his eyes at me.

I kept eye contact and calm face, yet I was frantic in my mind, trying to think up some scenarios.

Emergency room?

No, I just said we went for a walk, and no one here was injured!

Fire?

No, he would have heard about that, damn it.

Parade?

Parade, like that would be a valid excuse, c'mon!

"I'm very disappointed in you girls," the Oppressor said after a moment of silence. Oh great, I waited too long. We were in for it now. I watched as the Oppressor sucked in more of that cigar of his before blowing out a smoke ring. He then continued, "When I came here, I could have sworn something had happened to you. I searched this whole apartment, with the blaster ready to shoot at anyone, but found nothing. No one was here to kill, and no clue to help me find you. And so I waited for someone to come back and explain to me what happened. Whether that someone be a kidnapper, or my three daughters who were 'in a hurry' for a 'walk!'"

At that last part, he sort of yelled it out, causing Brute and Brat to jump. That, admittedly, shook me too, but I restrained myself from moving. Took me a couple of his lectures learning how to tense my muscles enough for a split second at the right moment. It also included making sure he didn't see. I couldn't allow that either. That would show he had control, and I wasn't about to give our old man any.

Oppressor then sighed heavily, his voice back down to almost a whisper, "That was very irresponsible of you girls. Especially you Berserk," he directed his eyes at me. His sharp eyes.

Keep eye contact, keep eye contact. It was hard to tell whether he was disappointed at me for forgetting to lock the door, which would be the obvious reason, or if he thinks we went to TownsVille and disobeyed him. Likely both, but he won't force us to admit that information. Even if he tried, I wouldn't allow it.

I keep my face stiff, "I'm sorry, Oppres-"

"Professor P," he corrected me. Ugh, what was with him and that name? I asked, "Why do we have to call you that here?"

"Because," Oppressor twirled the cigar around his finger absent mindedly, "practice makes perfect. I don't want you to make a mistake in front of anyone, and I mean anyone. I allowed you to keep your names, but if you had changed yours, I would do my best to call you by those new names. I'm asking for the same from you."

"But it's hard remembering!" Brat exclaimed. Of course, when he wasn't looking at us with those eyes. So pathetic how I'm the only one who speaks when he uses those damn threatening eyes.

"I understand it'll take a while, but do your best to remember."

"Why would you want to change your name anyway?" Brute joined in, "Oppressor's so much better than 'Professor P.' Sounds so lame…"

"Well, I have my reasons for choosing this name."

"But, I've been wondering, Professor," I spoke again, trying out the name for size. Definitely a lame name, "Why did you want all of us to change our names? There's really no point in it if we know no one here in this parallel universe."

I couldn't help but remember those powerpukes, and those guys (something-ruff, was it?) may know, but it doesn't really matter what they know. Not like we ever 'existed' in this universe. Even that one time when we destroyed TownsVille, I'm sure no one really thought the damage done was because of us. No one knew us, and probably thought the powerpukes caused the crime. That was the beauty of it. We could just appear fresh and new without all the identity secrecy. Makes things a lot easier for when we controlled TownsVille. Then maybe get some sort of dimensional portal up, conquer Villetown again with the supplies we gain from TownsVille, and have it under one name! I would have to work out some details later on, but the possibilities were endless...Wait a second, why's everything quiet all of a sudden?

The Oppressor had paused twirling his cigar around and thought for a second. Oh. He must've realized then it was useless to change his name. Either that, or he was thinking up a lie so he could hide a secret. Most likely the second option.

"Girls," the Oppressor finally said, "I want a new life for us."

"Um," Brute said, raising an eyebrow, "New life?"

"Yes," he began twirling his cigar again as he smiled lightly, "A new, normal life. I personally thought changing our names was a good way to start."

"Why would we want a 'new life?'" Brat asked, looking confused.

"...Well let me guess, you all still want to conquer TownsVille. Am I right?"

"It's kind of obvious, Op- ...Professor," I'd caught myself there. Who knows how he'll react if I slip up.

"Yeah, this whole poverty thing kind of sucks. No one really pays attention to you when you're this poor!" Brat agreed as Brute continued on, "Plus, you can't be as destructive anymore..."

Oppressor nodded, although from when we first got here, he basically told us not to try anything and to lay low. Or else. He knew this from the start already, so I didn't see a point in asking. He continued,"Right. But have you thought out everything? Have you realized the complications we would face if we tried again? How many disadvantages there are? How many advantages the enemy would have? Have you even figured out the errors in our last conquest?"

What, did he think I wouldn't consider all that? Of course I thought of all that, and I have an answer on each and every problem he'd listed. Except how we failed the last time, which bothered me. But it's not like we couldn't try to figure it out!

"Besides," he continued, before I could think up a good reply, "This may come as a surprise to you, but I absolutely regret the way I raised the three of you."

...Regret? What was there to regret?!

"What do you mean?"

"I could've been a better parent. I didn't pay enough attention to you guys back in VilleTown. We've been so focused on power, we forgot what was most important. Especially myself. I'm the one to blame for it, too."

"You didn't do anything wrong," Brat said. I would agree, what was he talking about now?

"What's so important, though?" Brute asked.

Oppressor raised up two fingers, "Two things. One is that we never acted like a real family. I never did anything with you, but only gave you orders. Plus, I've noticed you three don't act quite like good sisters. I get that you'll get frustrated with each other every once in a while, but fighting constantly with each other is almost childish for all of you at this age," He directed his eyes back and forth between Brute and Brat. Yeah, they did most of the yelling at each other. At least they never really tried anything with me though. There were a few times they made that mistake...I'm just going to say it never turned out pretty for them.

"Plus, you didn't spend enough time with each other in VilleTown, have you?"

He didn't even let one of us answer, "Well, that stops now. We'll be doing more things as a family, whether you like it or not."

Oh, so I have to spend more time with them? All of them? What the hell! Who said I wanted to slowly go insane listening to Brat talk about her looks and boys? Or be around Brute in her bloodthirsty state, which is about 99.9% of the time? And the Oppressor was another story entirely. I don't trust him enough to start spending time with him! I got conquest to think about here, lots of planning involved. I don't need this!

"Oppressor, you gotta be kidding me!" Brat exclaimed, "You can't possibly expect me to get along with Brute!"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Brute glared at Brat's direction, a threatening look in her eye. Of course Brat didn't notice though, "You act so much like an aggressive guy. Your hair is ridiculous, your outfit is absurd, your lust for fighting is horrendous, and you scare people! How I have survived this long with you around is beyond me, but if I have to spend a minute more with you, I'm going to lose it!"

Wow. She actually knows the word horrendous. I don't know how she knows. It's hard to tell her actual intellectual capability when she keeps acting like a whiny b****.

As for Brute, she had that same 'I'm going to kill you' look she always used when she was mad.

"Says the slut, look at you! You wear the least covering out of all of us! And I think we all know by now how much you love manipulating boys. It's gross. And plus, who spend ****ing two hours on their hair after a shower? Especially when they know another person has to shower next? My god, couldn't you wait until I showered before doing that hair cr**? It's annoying as hell waiting for you!"

Ah yes, she's recounting today's earlier event. You'll never see me complain about the showering schedule.

As the two began to spit fire and insults on each other (Figuratively, I mean. I don't think it got to there yet…), Oppressor gaped at them. Really, eyes were wide, mouth open, and the cigar had dropped to the floor. Now that I think about it though, he's rarely around when they start this. The times he's been around were the more petty and dull arguments. This however was probably caused by their shock of learning how they'll have to spend more time together. There's no other explanation as to how they would dare say these things to each other while the Oppressor was around. Of course, now they were going to make things worse.

"ENOUGH!" Oppressor yelled at them. His voice shot through the air and caused everything to freeze. Brat and Brute froze in their places, staring at the Oppressor. Then Brute did a facepalm, "Oh, cr**."

Yeah, now she was realizing.

Brat just had this frozen shock on her face as Oppressor spoke, "That's exactly what I meant. You two will apologize to each other this instant, starting with Brat."

"Apologize?" Brute and Brat exclaimed.

"Now," The sharp eyes were coming back, and they were aiming for it's targets. I'm glad I wasn't one so I could see those two shiver slightly before Brat turned back to Brute, "Sorry!"

That apologize sounded forced due to fear, but it was still one. Even if she didn't truly mean it.

It was Brute's turn next, although she had glared Brat down a little, "...Sorry…"

"Good," Oppressor sighed heavily before speaking again, "The other thing I want to tell you, and I'll make this quick: you three need more experience in socializing with people."

I gave the Oppressor a long, good stare after he said that. Already, this sounded like a terrible idea...

We stayed quiet as we waited for the Oppressor to continue, "Pride is a sin...All three of you have, unfortunately, inherited that from me." He lowered his head a tiny bit,"It blinds you from the right path in society, makes you think you're more superior than everyone else-"

"But only the strongest can survive, Oppressor," I found myself saying out loud before putting enough thought into it. Damn, what was I thinking! I just blurted something out. Not very smart of me. Oppressor gave me a single annoyed look. Before he could even correct me, I spoke, "I mean, Professor!"

He stared at me for a second, a little less annoyed, before saying, "Maybe that's true, Berserk. But it's not right to kick the weak down so you can get what you want."

"What do you mean?" Brute said suddenly, "We had done that all the time!"

The Oppressor frowned, "It seems I've failed at teaching you any morals. But maybe you three can obtain a sense of it when you go to school."

"Go to school?!" We all said in a union as the Oppressor nodded, "Yes. It would teach you how you're not perfect compared to everyone else."

Ugh, this was becoming a sickening idea. It's not just the fact that going to a public school would take away a lot of time from planning on how to take over TownsVille, (which it would). But also, just trying to relate to others sounds annoying. They're all idiots, ever single one of them. I personally liked having a private tutor instead. Our's was strict and mean, yet straight to the point. Miss Enaek was her name. Though, my sisters may have not liked her, she was alright to me.

But anyway, being surrounded by weak moronic people sounds, in a sarcastic way, a 'walk in the park.'

As for Brute, her mouth hung open a little as her eyes had widen. Arms, for once, hung limp at her sides instead of being crossed. It was clear she was startled. I couldn't even imagine how she'll handle it. Probably not well. I mean think about it, going somewhere filled with loud-a$$ people, and not being able to punch their head lights out? For her, that is torture.

The only person currently excited was Brat. She grinned brightly at the news, "Really Oppressor? Are you serious?!"

She probably only liked the idea because it meant she could get attention from people again. She's a real narcissist.

The Oppressor had nodded, "Professor. And yes, you-"

"When?!" she asked so quickly, the Oppressor had to stop and think for a second, "Um, well, school's going to start just in a few days now. I'll be placing you in CitiesVille's Millenium High School."

"Yes!" Brat ran up to hug Oppressor. This seemed to have surprised him. I guess he was expecting a rebellion. Instead, he got a hug, a still startled Brute and a Berserk deciding to get over it. Not like he'll change his mind because of what any of us say anyway. Might as well get used to it.

"Uh, ok," Oppressor yawned as he hugged Brat back before standing up and pulling her off him, "Love you too sweatie. I love all three of you girls," he patted my head and Brute's as he walked over to his room, "I'm going to bed. I'd bought some groceries from earlier, so have yourself something to eat. Night."

And he disappeared for the night. Gosh, he seemed tired, now that I think about it. I'm usually so focused on what he plans, never really small details like the bags under his eyes. I don't think he even explained to us what our punishment was!

Doesn't mean I feel sorry for him though. In fact, maybe he thought getting 'closer as a family' and school was punishment enough. Not even a little do I feel sorry.

Brick's pov

"I still wanted some burgers…"

"Butch," I said, "We have no money on us."

"We could have just robbed them of food."

I gave him a good stare, "Really? After an interrogation?"

Butch shrugged, "Doesn't matter to me."

I rolled my eyes, exactly something I would expect from him. "Yeah well, it's a little too late for me," I said as we landed in front of Mojo's.

"Fine, whatever…"

As I pressed in the code into the hidden padlock on the door, Boomer sighed, "At least we're home now."

Yeah. Home. What a dumba$$ thing to say. Of course, this is Boomer saying this...

"No," I said as the door clicked, "This is a prison. Don't forget that."

Boomer stayed quiet. Normal coming from him.

As we walk in, not even the door's shut behind us yet, Him immediately appears in front of us, out of no where. He tries to smile at us,"Ah, finally, you're home!"

"What do you want?" I asked. I'm sensing some bull here. They only real smile on Him's dumb, red, ugly face; is an evil grin. That smile couldn't be anymore fake, and I'm not liking it.

Him rolled his eyes, "You always ask that question."

"Where's Bear?" Butch asked.

Damn, I almost forgot about him! He spent the whole day here. By himself. Alone, with the insane monkey and the cross-dressing demon! I, honestly, now feel sorry for him. He hasn't left this place since he got here. That was about almost 2 days ago. Even if that didn't seem long, it was still long under these circumstances...

"Yeah," Him dragged the last syllable out, "I got a favor to ask you."

Aw F***, "What did he do?" I sighed.

Even that one had to be monitored now. It wasn't enough to make sure Boomer didn't get any stupid ideas, and keep a firm eye on Butch so he wouldn't do anything dim-witted. Oh no, of course not! Him has me a third imbecile now. I don't even care if Him is technically our step-father, he can't even watch his own 'children,' if that's what we technically are to him. No, I'm always the one keeping everyone in line. I'm like single parent up in this damn place!

Although, that's not really a bad thing. I rather myself being in charge of my brothers instead of Mojo or Him. At times, I even love being the leader. But there's only so much stupidity I can take.

"Why don't you go ask?" Him said, pointing to the direction of our bedrooms. I began to walk there, assuming Butch and Boomer were following. I wonder if Bear was in his room all day. At least then I wouldn't feel so sorry for leaving him here. He would of had a nice, quiet environment instead of being endanger of long speeches and auto-tune lies.

Once in front of his door, I knocked on it, "Bear, We're home."

...Nothing. He might be sleeping.

I knocked even harder, POUND! POUND! POUND!

...Still nothing...

I opened his door, which was fortunately unlocked. I would have thought Mojo would lock Bear in there. As we stepped in, we didn't see Bear right away. He wasn't in his bed, or standing around in the room. Or in his closet, which was too small for a person anyway.

As I walked past the bed, I found Bear. He laid on his back on the floor, arms and legs spread out. His eyes were closed on his peaceful looking face.

So he was sleeping.

Too bad he was about to be woken up.

I kicked lightly on his foot, "Bear."

One eye opened slightly as he stared back at me, before he smiled, "Hey, you're back."

I just stared at him with the least amount of emotion I could gather on my face, "Up. Now."

He pushed himself to sit up, "How was your day?"

"I should ask you that. Why were you sleeping on the floor?"

"I wasn't sleeping," he said, stretching his arms out, "Him had thrown me to the wall, and I fell onto the ground. So, I just happened to have stayed there. Thinking."

"About what?" I'm not really interested in what he thought about. But I figured this is the first time he got in trouble here, so I'll go a little easy on him. For now.

"Nothing really important."

"Well that sounds interesting, but why exactly did you do to get thrown in here, Bear?" I stated, changing the topic.

As Bear was about to open his mouth and say something, he was suddenly cut off by our retarded, loud-mouth brother, "Hey, what's going on? Is Bear here?"

I turned back to the door I saw Butch at the door frame, cluelessly looking around, like he wasn't just here with the three of us, including Boomer who was being quiet as he sat on Bear's bed.

Or, was he here?

"Where were you for the past few minutes?" I asked as Bear chimed in, "I'm down here. 'Sup!"

Butch, ignoring my question for a moment, leaned over the bed, "Oh, there you are," he turned to me, "At the kitchen. I was trying to find some food, but Mojo kicked me out. I hate that monkey," then he turned back to Bear, using a mocking tone of voice, "By the way, how was spending the day in your prison cell? I bet you wish you were us."

"Yeah maybe," Bear said with a shrug,"If only there was something interesting to do here, I would have not have been so bored."

"I know right? It's torture! I can't stand it when that happens."

"Eh. I'm used to it."

"I don't know how you could be."

Bear shrugged, causing Butch to continue, "When we get the hell out of here, if we ever do, some f***ing bad karma is coming around back to Mojo and Him for all those years of locking us up. I'm gonna make sure of it," He began to crack his knuckles, "And I'm going to enjoy every moment of it. It'll be like the Fourth of July, but better. You'll see both of them flying, in smokes. I'd love to set their a$$es on fi-"

"AH-hem!" I cleared my throat as I glared at Butch. If I didn't interrupt Butch now, he would continue on and on with his useless bragging. Was he so stupid as to not realize what I was doing?

Butch glared back at me, "What?"

"I had asked Bear a question, and I didn't get an answer," I growled, directing my attention at both Bear and Butch. Mostly Butch though. He just stared back me, until it must've dawned on him what I meant. He turned back to Bear, a mischievous smirk on his face as he asked, "So what did you do?"

With everyone's eyes on him now, he shifted a little bit with discomfort,"Oh, umm…I followed you guys this morning to the front door."

He did? "I didn't see you."

"I had been hiding behind a wall while you guys talked to those girls. Are those the powerpuff girls you're supposed to destroy?"

I blinked a few times. He'd followed us? How the hell did he do that while Him's always keeping an eye on us? Plus, how did he know that we were made to destroy them? I mean, I wasn't going to question how he knew who they were. Every f***ing person knew who they were! If he hadn't before, though, then the little 'conversation' at the door would have given away their identity to him. If he listened to enough of it, that is. Which brings me back to how he managed to bypass Him's command.

"Wait, but Him would have not allowed you to go with us to the door, for some reason," Butch spoke, his smirk replaced with a confused expression on his face.

"...Well, uh," a sudden, small smile appeared on the brunette's face as he continued, "Well you see, I kind of tricked Him."

"You tricked Him?" Boomer said as his face was filled with shock. Butch's expression showed he was impressed, but stunned too. I think I even had raised an eyebrow to that! Rarely can Him be tricked, and only the Powerpuffs have done it. But then again, so many times have they debunked his plans on destroying them, it must've not been trickery but pure luck that they haven't been gone yet.

"How?" I asked. Bear still had his smile on, but it was starting to become clear that he found whatever he did funny, in a devious way, "I tricked Him, into believing, that Mojo had stolen his rubber ducky."

...Boomer and Butch started to snort and chuckle as I facepalmed, "...A rubber ducky?"

Bear nodded.

"You mean to tell me that **** actually worked? A rubber duck?"

An explosion of laughter came from Butch,"You're lying!"

"Who lies about this stuff? I'm serious!" Bear said as he began to laugh as well.

"Oh my god…" Butch had been able to mutter as he lost himself over his amusement, dragging Boomer and Bear with him. Oh, they were having a ball over it.

I'll admit, though. That was funny. Hilarious. Just the idea makes me want to giggle like a little girl! (Not really, I was being sarcastic there. But you get the idea.) It took all of my strength, however, to control myself. Every single last drop of it. I've learned that being serious and strict around my brothers helps keep them in line better than laughing with them. I took a deep breath before continuing on, "You realize you're not going to be so lucky the next time, right?"

Bear, grinning brightly now as he tried to get his breath back, spoke, "Yeah, I figured that. But I'll figure out how to get around Him."

"Oh really?" I said crossing my arms, "You do realize you probably made Him feel stupid, right? Especially for falling for a lie like that. He went easy on you with the punishment, unless he's planning something else for you. But if not, you got real lucky."

"I know," he said as he calmed down a little.

I know he's probably going to try again. But it's not like Him doesn't deserve it anyway, so I won't push. Shoot, I wish I could encourage him! Of course, that would be impossible while Him's probably listening to our conversation. Best I could do is act neutral, really.

"Fine, as long as you know. C'mon guys, let's see if Mojo is done with dinner yet."

"That would be nice…" Butch said, a little annoyed, as the four of us walk out of the room.

As we did though, I thought about today a little more. Was there really any reason as to why Bear couldn't answer the door with us? Obviously, I think Him didn't want the puffs to see Bear, but what was the reason for that? It was not like they were searching for him or anything...right?

Bubble's Pov:

I can't stop thinking about that guy I saw at Mojo's. He was definitely the same one the FBI are looking for! Who was he though? Was he a villain like the Rowdyruff boys? Or maybe a captured victim? Why were there four of them? No doubt they were together, they looked like they were siblings! Could they all be at Mojo's, or was it just him? And- and-

Oh my gosh, there's so many questions! It's a total headache trying to figure everything out, how could Blossom deal with this? Speaking of which, I still didn't tell her or Buttercup! I was planning to, but there really wasn't any good opportunity, with the interrogation and all.

Ugh, the interrogation. That was the longest and most dreadful silence ever. I never thought I could ever want the clock on the wall to hurry up so much!

We finally land at our front door. At least now I could tell them!

"Hey, Blossom?"

"Yes, Bubbles?" she answered as she put the key in the ignition.

"I have something to tell you."

"What is it?"

As we walked in, I began to try and think up how I put it, "Um, well, remember when we talked to the FBI this morning?"

Before Blossom could say anything else, the Professor had yelled out, "Ah! Girls, you're home!"

He was in his lab coat, which was once nicely pressed and clean was now stained with a bunch of chemicals. At least, I think it was a bunch of chemicals. But his combed black hair was still looking nice, and he seemed relaxed and happy to see us.

"How was your day," he asked.

"Horrible," Buttercup had spoken up for the first time within hours. She seemed annoyed all day, I wonder why.

Blossom had rolled eyes at her as she answered, "Not horrible. There was no trouble."

Professor nodded, "Tell me more once I change, ok?" Before any of us could agree, he ran over to his bedroom without another word, slamming his door close. He must've just finished work. As usual, spent the whole day in his office, working on some sort of project. At least he does something that he loves. I can't help but wonder if he at least eats lunch though.

"What about the FBI, Bubbles?"

Huh? I blinked at Blossom, who was now giving me her attention...Oh yeah!

"Well, I think I saw that fourth person I hadn't seen before."

Blossom's eyes had widened, "Really?"

I nodded, "At Mojo's."

"Mojo's?" Blossom had repeated. Buttercup had raised an eyebrow at me, "Was that why you looked freaked out?"

"I'd seen him hiding behind a wall, listening to our conversation with the Rowdyruffs."

"The whole conversation?" Blossom asked.

"I don't know. He just saw me and waved at me before these claws had grabbed him and dragged him away."

Blossom swiped some hair out of her face as Buttercup spoke, "Why the hell is he there?"

I shrugged, "I thought maybe because he's either working for Mojo, or Him, or the Rowdyruffs, or all of them. Or," I said as Blossom started to pace around in the hallway, "maybe he's being held captive?"

"That wouldn't make sense," Blossom said, though she didn't make any eye contact, "If the three you saw earlier are the ones the FBI are looking for, then why would they be outside on the streets if they were being held captive?"

...Yeah, that made sense…

"So they're working for those basterds?" Buttercup questioned.

"Language, Buttercup."

Buttercup rolled her eyes, "The last thing we need are more super-powered retards!"

"Language Buttercup," Blossom repeated herself.

I cocked my head a little, "You think they're like us?"

Buttercup turned to me, "Purple eyes, Bubbles. How many people do you know have purple eyes?"...None, really… "And not just one kind of purple, but they each had a different kind of purple eyes. Just like how Blossom, Brick and...that...slut who's name I can't remember…" Buttercup had stopped to scratch her head, "Ah, what was it?"

"Berserk?" I said. Buttercup paused before nodding, "Yeah, her. Just look at the three of them! Although Brick's eyes are red and not pink, it's close enough! It's also the same for your counterparts and mine, am I right or what?"

"Why are there four of them, though? Why not just three?" I asked.

Buttercup had begun to open her mouth, but then closed it again, "...I don't know! That question is for Blossom to figure out."

We turned to Blossom, who was still pacing. She always did this when she was really in deep thought. Eventually, she stopped and asked, "Is it just me, or does one of those girls look really familiar?"

"...That's what you've been thinking about?" Buttercup questioned, "We're here concerned about if our new enemies have super powers or not, and you're walking around wondering if they look familiar?"

"Buttercup, did one of those girls in the picture look familiar to you?"

Buttercup had crossed her arms in an irritated way before closing her eyes, "...Well, now that you mention it, I guess that girl with the ponytail and light purple eyes does. But, so what?"

Blossom turned to me, "What about you, Bubbles?"

I took in a deep breath before trying to remember the photos...the girl with the light purple eyes...actually, she kind of reminds me of-

...

Could it be her? But, when we created her, she looked...different. Not only that, but she had...died. But then again, her eyes, no doubt they were the exact same ones! Plus, when I think back to that girl I had saved from the crocodile with claws and bird wings...she had a sort of aura similar to Bunny's...

"...Bubbles? Are you ok?"

...I think my lungs had stopped working for a second. As I take in another breath of air, I yell out, "She looks like Bunny!"

Buttercup and Blossom just stare at me for what seemed to be a very long moment. Then Buttercup finally answered, "N-No, it couldn't. Bunny had the hunch back, and the big lips, and the stray tooth! And she exploded! And just because this chick shares the same facial features as Bunny, it doesn't mean she is Bunny…"

"There's only one way to find out," Blossom said as she walked over to her room. I turned to look at Buttercup for a second as she looked at me. I think we both know what Blossom's getting.

As we had expected, a second later, Blossom walked out of her room, holding a purple music box. The kind you put jewelry in. When you opened it and cranked it up with the lever at the side, a little ballerina would twirl around in circles. It was Blossom's jewelry box that the Professor gave to her before the day Bunny was created. Originally the music box was pink and ballerina was dressed in pink too, but I'd painted over it and the outfit with light purple before we had placed Bunny's hair in it.

I can remember when Bunny saw the jewelry box in our bedroom, when we shared one…

*Flashback*

"And this is our bedroom," Blossom announced as the four of us entered in. Bunny careful tried to walk through the door as Blossom continued, "You'll be sleeping here with us."

"Seriously?" Buttercup complained, "There's barely enough room for her, no way am I sharing the bed if she's sleeping in it!"

"It's just temporally, Buttercup," Blossom explained, "The Professor will probably figure out where she'll sleep sometime soon, but for now...we'll probably sleep on the floor and she gets the bed."

"What?! Why do we have to sleep on the floor?"

"She's new, Buttercup. It would be rude if we didn't give her the bed."

"But I don't wanna give her the bed!"

And that's when Blossom and Buttercup argued in the middle of the tour we were giving Bunny. It was really rude of them too, forgetting about her as she stayed stuck in the doorway. I sighed before helping Bunny get through the doorway. Her size and hunched back were really a problem. I wonder how the Professor could help with that…

When Bunny finally slipped in and fell in on her face, the music box on our dresser had fallen onto our floor. Luckily, Blossom hadn't put any jewelry in it and the box didn't break. It fell in front of Bunny with a thump, which Blossom and Buttercup didn't notice as they continued to argue. Bunny's eyes had brightened up and she smiled, "Pretttty!"

She picked up the box and began to open it, but I had taken it from her and placed it back on top of the dresser, "Thank you Bunny for picking up Blossom's jewelry box!"

That was able to catch her attention, "What happened?"

"Your jewelry box had fallen onto the ground, but Bunny picked it up for you."

"Oh, thank you Bunny," Blossom said as she began to leave the room, "C'mon, we still need to show her the rest of the house."

Bunny had frowned, "B-Box!"

She was really getting better with words.

She pointed at the jewelry box, "P-pr-prettty!"

Blossom nodded, "Thank you. I'll show it to you when we're done. It plays music you know."

"...Mu-mu-sick?"

"Music," Blossom had emphasized on the word, "Pretty music. Later though, ok?"

Bunny had grinned, and nodded, showing she understood.

"Alright, let's go."

"I still don't want her in our bed."

As we left, Bunny had gotten stuck in the doorway again. My gosh, Professor really needed to fix that soon!

*Flashback Over*

At the end of the day, we never got to show off the music box to Bunny again. I really regret that. In fact, I also regret making her do all the chores, too. And when she made a mistake at attacking the officers and released all the criminals into the city, I regret sending her away. It wasn't her fault! She just...didn't understand…

Now I feel really guilty again...

"This is where we left the very last pieces of Bunny's hair since she had exploded," Blossom stated, she held out the box to the middle so we could all get a look at it, "We hadn't looked at it for practically sixteen years. Hair, dead or alive, contains DNA. If someone knew about this and stole it, with the proper equipment, they could easily recreate her. It's the only thing I could think of if someone wanted to bring her back to life."

Buttercup had pointed at it, "So, if that little bundle of hair, held tightly by a rubber band, was still in this box-"

"Then we know it's not her."

"If it's not?" I asked.

Blossom looked up from the box and at me, "I hope not. It would mean someone stole her hair and recreated her without us knowing it. That's something I'm honestly not prepared for."

"Oh," I said as we stared at the box a moment longer. It was really quiet. The air had gotten heavy as Blossom had slowly opened the box...and…

"Oh, thank god," Buttercup said as we all saw the bundle of hair laying peacefully in the box, "For a second I was actually worried there."

"This is not her hair."

Blossom's voice had cut through the air, like a knife cutting through flesh.

"...Wait, what? What do you mean?" Buttercup asked.

"I hate to admit it, but Bunny's hair was a lot more raggedy than this," Blossom said as she picked up the smooth bundle of almost silky hair, handing it over to Buttercup, "Feel it. Feels nothing like her hair."

Buttercup took it from Blossom, touching slightly before saying, "What if we just don't remember how her hair felt?"

I asked, "Can I see it?"

As Buttercup handed over the hair to me, Blossom continued, "Then this bundle of hair would have at least aged within the sixteen years. That bundle feels new, fresh off a barbie doll's head."

I smoothed it in my hands...Blossom was right. It felt too new. Sixteen years and the bundle hadn't aged at all. That was too, weird…

"This is even more proof than no bundle of hair," Blossom announced, "Someone has recreated Bunny."