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•••000•••
"Oww! What is that stuff? It burns!"
"Oh, quit being such a baby. It's just peroxide."
Cold, delicate, fingers brushed against his chest making him shiver. Even being superhuman didn't make them indestructible, and that medicine hurt!
Taking deep breaths, Butch tried to calm himself, looking around as a distraction. Buttercup, who was now sitting beside him, had dragged him into what looked like a small hospital room.
There were about three operation tables, one of which they were sitting on, to the right hand side of the room. The rest seemed to be made up of tables, desks, and cabinets. Normally he wouldn't think much of it but the place was beyond high tech. Butch couldn't even begin to guess what half the things were. 'Boomer would be having a field day in here.'
The room could have passed for the set of one of those space movies. The tables were built into the walls, obviously retractable, and even had their own x ray machines. It could probably do a lot of other things too if the panels built into the side was anything to go by. The glass cabinets along the walls seemed to hold some pretty high tech equipment as well. The tables to the left was rather cluttered compared to the rest though. He couldn't even tell what the actual tables looked like. The surprising part was that it wasn't actually messy, so much as it was full.
"So where exactly was this place?" Though her eyes remained solely on him, Butch knew Blossom was talking to Buttercup alone.
"I'm not sure how exact I got it, but it's about two miles out of Bubbles's patrol line, in sector F." Buttercup replied, absently playing with a bandage on her hand. "A little under eighty miles from town."
"I see…and what did you find?" Magenta orbs flicked between Butch and Buttercup, gently prying for answers. "I can't help if I don't know what's going on."
Buttercup twitched slightly, eyes growing cold. Butch couldn't really blame her. The memory of that thing they had encountered was something he would much rather forget. It wasn't that he was actually scared of it, Hell no! He was Butch, the toughest of the Ruffs! He never got scared, not of those stupid mangy dog things, with their nasty skin and visible veins, or that horrible way their eye sockets glowed at you and made your legs go stiff…made your blood feel like ice. No! He wasn't the least bit scared, not of those things, not of needles like the one in Blossoms hand, not of ANYTHING!
'Wait! Needle? Holy crap, she's getting a little close with that thing. Why is she getting closer? She better not be doing what I think she's doing.'
Blossom eyed the green Ruff warily, he was staring at her in a way that one might upon crossing paths with a particularly venomous snake. He flinched away as she reached up, his muscles visibly tense. Sliding up Buttercup's shirt sleeve, she gave her sister an antibiotic to counter any sort of bacteria she may have come across in the building. From what Buttercup described of the creature she had seen, Blossom was pretty sure she knew what it was. Their were only two different K-9 species that matched the description and both carried some pretty nasty bacteria in their mouths.
Sighing lightly, Blossom put the needle away and fished out a bottle from one of the many cabinets. Dumping a few pills out, she handed them to Butch. "Swallow them, don't chew."
"What? I'm not takin that."
"Would you prefer I give you a shot?" As soon as the last word left her mouth the three small pills were gone. 'He really docent like shots huh?'
Walking around the room, Blossom put away the few items she had taken out as Buttercup continued her story. No matter what way you put it, things weren't looking good. To think that they had set up a base practically under her nose and she hadn't found it until now. Heck, SHE hadn't even been the one to find it, her sister and the untrained Ruff had stumbled upon it by chance. Judging by the recount, they had been there for at least several months on top of that, adding insult to injury.
Contemplating what course of action to take, Blossom began pacing back and forth in front of the table, absorbing all the information Buttercup provided. To have hidden themselves in such a way meant they were trying to be inconspicuous, which was what they all did. Normally it wouldn't be all that much of a worry but considering the security precaution and measures that had taken meant it wasn't something she could just brush off.
The second the words 'Weapon' and 'Meteor Shower' came out of the teens mouth had Blossom stumbling over her own two feet though. That was not good, not good at all. Those weapons were outlawed for a reason and if her suspicions were correct, the presence of that warehouse was only the beginning.
Rushing over to her laptop, Blossom quickly saved her previous documents and closed them. Pulling up several other files she motioned Buttercup to come over. "Is this what you saw?"
Suppressing a shudder, Buttercup nodded. "Yah. It was the one on the left. There were five of em."
Buttercup could faintly hear her sister cursing under her breath from her position beside her. That wasn't a good sign. Blossom never cursed unless she was really mad. The redhead began swiping at the things on her desk then, haphazardly shoving them away. She began murmuring something about 'Hell Hound's and 'Basilisks' before snatching up her laptop and rushing out the door.
"Buttercup, I want you to stay home until I get back ok." Blossom said popping into the doorway a second later. "When Bubbles gets back from her date, tell her I'm out taking care of the birds."
"Sure thing." Comprehension flooded the raven haired girl then. She knew exactly what was going on now. "Wait! Bloss, what about-!"
"Butch, you stay here with Buttercup for now." Blossom answered, turning to the boy before Buttercup could finish her question. "Mojo's coming over later for the simulation with your brothers anyway."
"Okay…" Butch didn't really get what was going on but if it got him out of school then he couldn't really complain. Spending time with Buttercup was just another bonus.
"Until then, do not to leave the house OR get into trouble." Directing the last part at Butch, Blossom turned back to her sister. "I'll try to get back as soon as I can but for now, why don't you show Butch around. Try not to break anything and PLEASE don't kill each other while I'm gone."
"Where to first?" Butch grinned, looking expectantly at Buttercup after Blossom disappeared around the corner.
Buttercup just stared at the spot her sister had previously occupied with a mixture of shock and anger on her face.
•••***•••
'Damn. I knew this place was big… but this is freaking ridiculous.' Like a tourist on vacation, he ran around looking in every room and at every speck of furniture.
After seeing the living room alone, he was ready to ditch the monkey and beg the girls to let him stay. Their home was amazing. To think, just that morning, he was dreading to come, now they'd probably have to drag him out like a temperamental two year old; kicking and screaming.
"Dude! I swear, if you break ANYTHING I'll kick your ass so hard your grandkids'll be feeling it!"
"Chill, Butterbabe. I ain't even touchin nothin."
"Remind me to kill Blossom when she gets back." Grumbling under her breath, Buttercup continued to follow the idiot Ruff around. 'I can't BELIEVE she made me baby sit this dumb ass!'
So far the two teens had been through the garage, which Buttercup literally had to drag Butch out of. The robotics room ("The fuck? Why didn't you tell me you've already been through here?" Buttercup smacked him over the top of his head. "Could have saved us half an hour you prick!"), the small infirmary, the kitchen, and they were now back to the living room. There was a lot more around but other than the simulator, the back rooms weren't something Butch should know about yet. Luckily he didn't ask questions, he was far too preoccupied with looking around.
If he had thought the garage was big then this room was even bigger. The living room was a long rectangular shape. To the right, beside the staircase was a huge tv setup that obviously belonged to Buttercup. Butch couldn't help himself when he caught sight of her collection of video games, picking his way through them. Luckily Buttercup didn't seem to mind, lazily tossing herself onto the couch.
After digging through all her games, Butch decided to look around the room a little more. When he actually stopped to look, the room was even more amazing. Because of how big it was there were quite a few beams and each one was carved into different animal shapes. Most of them seemed to be of dragons or other mythical beasts and quite frankly, they looked ready to jump out at him. On the opposite side of the staircase was a door leading to the kitchen. The back wall was lined with cherry red bookshelves that, oddly enough, didn't clash with the neon green of the sofas. This was probably thanks to the bleached white carpeting. No wonder Buttercup had yelled at him about his shoes.
In the center of the room was a coffee table surrounded by several multicolored beanbag chairs. They looked quite comfortable and Butch promptly plopped down onto one just because he could. A few feet away from that was a small rectangular glass table beside a blood red recliner, probably Blossom's. A large green book lay on the cushion, a book mark sticking out of the top. The bookshelf around the chair, surprisingly enough, held not books, but glass figurines. He would have to take a closer look later. The neon blue at the far end of the room was a bit more interesting at the moment.
Crystal clear panels of glass stood between the pillars creating a near invisible wall. On the other side a large tv, a little smaller than the one by Buttercup, was mounted on the wall. Six foot speakers stood on either side of it.
Probably looking like a retarded gecko, Butch inched his way across the glass, feeling for the section that would open. It took him a good three minutes ("What's wrong? You blind too?" Buttercup laughed, taunting him from the comfort of her couch cushions.)before he finally found the panel that would open.
Sliding open the glass door, Butch looked around a little more. It seemed that this side of the room was set up with surround systems. Not only were there speakers beside the tv but also mounted on the walls and beside the neon blue sofas at the far end. There was no carpet on this side, instead the floor was covered in milk white tile. The left wall, directly across from the staircase, was lined with spiraled shelves behind glass doors. It only took Butch a minute to realize that they were all CDs.
"Bubbles's music collection. Don't matter what your looking for, as long as the song made it to a CD it's gonna be in there." Butch nearly jumped as Buttercup appeared beside him like a ghost. "Actually, I take that back, as long as it's been recorded it should be there. A lot of this craps been converted to CDs."
'How did she do that? I didn't even notice she moved.'
"Now. Do I still have to play tour guide or do ya wanna help me raid the kitchen?"
"Do you even have to ask?" Bitch grinned, the prospect of food overriding all previous thoughts.
"Not my fault your in Lala Land."
"Race ya to the kitchen?"
"Nah, there's too much stuff you could break around here, and I don't know about you, but I'd rather not have to listen to Blossom nag about broken shit."
Crossing his arms over his chest, Butch huffed in irritation. A second later he zipped off into the kitchen, a dark green trail the only evidence he had been there.
"That little-! Ugh!" Buttercup grumbled, dashing off after him, hopping he hadn't already broken something. She really didn't want to hear another lecture. "Hey dumb ass! What did I just say!"
He payed no attention to her, too busy scouring the kitchen cabinets for junk food.
"You got any Doritos around here?"
"Nope, ate those yesterday."
"Cheetos?"
"Last week."
"Pizza pockets?"
"Ugh… no, I ate those on Monday."
"Fuck! Do you have ANYTHING with deep fried cheese?" Butch pulled at his hair, giving the green Puff a look that clearly showed how he felt about the lack of snacks.
"Not really, Mitch was over last night and pretty much wiped out anything cheese related." Buttercup hopped up and sat on the counter, swinging her legs back and forth. She glanced at the large freezer and pointed at it. "We probably have some Mozzarella sticks in there but that's supposed to be for dinner…"
"Fine! What DO you have around here?" Butch grumbled opening an apple patterned cookie jar. "Ooh, chocolate chip."
"I wouldn't touch those…"
Buttercup watched as Butch ignored her and took a bite out of the cookie only to spit it out a second later. He dropped the rest as if it were diseased, running to the sink and spitting out whatever was left and rinsing his mouth.
"Holy crap, what WAS that!" Butch gagged, wiping at his tongue. "I've barfed up shit that tasted better than that!"
Buttercup snorted clutching her gut and covering her mouth as she tried not to laugh outright. Rolling onto her back with the effort she turned to lean on the refrigerator one foot up on the counter and the other dangling off the edge as she finally gave in.
"B-b-blu- ahahaha! Oh- oh, man! You should h-have seen y-your face!" Buttercup gasped, kicking the counter.
"Seriously, I've eaten expired junk that's better than whatever that was!" Butch exclaimed, he pointed a finger at the jar then. "I don't know what that is, but there's no way in Hell that was a cookie or even edible for that matter."
This started up a whole nother round of snorts and howls of laughter from the Puff. She continued to laugh even as she fell off the counter landing on the tiles with a loud thump. It took her a little while but she finally calmed enough to gulp down some air.
"What the fuck is so funny?" Butch snapped, getting irritated fast.
"I t-told you n-not to eat t-those." Buttercup snorted, sucking in deep breaths to calm herself.
Butch just glared, gritting his teeth. He couldn't exactly argue with that. He HAD heard her tell him not to, he just hadn't listened, thinking she just didn't want him to eat them.
"Maybe now you'll actually listen when I say something." Buttercup grinned, getting up she walked over to close the cookie jar, but not before grabbing one out and waiving it at Butch mockingly. "Or I could always just force one of these down your throat."
"What is that shit anyway." Butch backed away, eyeing the not-cookie as if it would jump at him.
"Blossom's attempt at baking." Buttercup smirked.
"Huh? Could you repeat that? I think I got something in my ear." Butch promptly stuck a finger into one of his ears, twisting it around before pulling it back out. "I could have sworn you just said your sister made that."
"I did. Blossom made those." Buttercup tossed the cookie in her hand into the sink, turning to one of the cabinets and fishing out a bag of potato chips before searching for a bowl. "For all the amazing crap she can do the girl is absolutely useless in the kitchen. Though it is nice to know that we can still beat her at something."
"You expect me to believe that your sister- tall pale and sexy- made THAT." Butch pointed at the remains of the cookie as he washed it down the drain. "I didn't think I could possibly eat something worse than the time my bros dared me to eat that whatever-it-was they mixed up out of junk they found sitting around."
"Well, if you don't believe me you could always try something else she baked." Buttercup grinned slyly. "I'm pretty sure she made a pie last Tuesday."
"No thanks." Butch smiled sarcastically. "I like my stomach where it is, and I don't feel like ripping my tongue off, I need it for the next time I get a girlfriend."
"Ew. I did not need that mental image." Buttercup mock gagged, pouring the chips into the bowl. "Now hurry up so I can whip your ass at video games."
"Hah! Not in this lifetime!" Butch snatched the bowl away, running off into the living room to search through the games.
•••***•••
"Ha! I got ya!"
"Well that brings your score up to three v.s. one hundred ninety four."
"I still say your cheating somehow." Muttering under his breath, Butch crossed his arms over his chest.
"I can still hear you stupid." Lying along the sofa, Buttercup tossed aside her game controller in favor of the potato chip bowl. "And I didn't cheat, you just royally suck."
Scowling at the green eyed Puff, Butch snatched away the chip in her hand crunching it loudly.
"Hey! That was mine you ass!" Spinning around, she swatted at Butch. He jumped away just in time to avoid her, taking the chip bowl along with him. "Give that back."
"No. You cheated on that last round and you know it."
"I did not cheat."
"Yah you did."
"How could I possibly cheat when your characters already got a handicap and five extra lives? Admit it dude! You. Just. Suck. Now give me back my chips before someone gets hurt."
"I did not have a handicap and I'm not givin em back till you admit you cheat. Theres no way you could move that fast without some type of cheat."
'Ok. Thats it!' growling in irritation, Buttercup tackled Butch over the edge of the couch, snatching the chip bowl away. 'Nobody messes with my food!'
Before she could get up he grabbed her, the two wrestling over the carpet, Buttercup trying not to spill her chips while simultaneously fighting back. After a while Butch managed to pin her beneath him, she was far too busy trying to save her precious snack.
Cough cough.
The two teens froze, turning slowly. Standing a few feet away, face turned away, was a flushed Bubbles. Next to her was Mitch, grinning like the pervert he was.
"Are we interrupting something?" Mitch practically snorted out before laughing as Buttercup and Butch looked back at each other.
Now that she thought about it they were in a pretty compromising position. Buttercup was on her back, knee raised from trying to kick him, one hand pressed against his face while the other stretched above her to save the chips. Butch in turn was lying over her using one arm to try an hold himself up while the other stretched uselessly at the bowl, his face shoved away by her hand.
Butch finally reached his target then, accidentally knocking the bowl out of Buttercup's grasp. The fried potatoes spilled out over the two teens, covering them.
"Dude! My chips!"
"Great, now I'm covered in salt. Why'd ya have ta steal back the bowl huh?"
"That's your fault for takin it in the first place dumb ass!"
Shoving the green Ruff off of her, Buttercup sat up and began brushing the chips away. "What the hell are you guys doing here anyway?"
"Brendan had to cancel our date." Bubbles answered, walking over to help her sister. "His grandma, Miss Olivia, tripped down the stairs and twisted her ankle so he had to take her to the doctors."
"Miss Olivia… you mean that old hag with the glass eye that lives next to the hardware store?" Buttercup stated pausing to look at her sister. "I didn't know they were related."
"She's not an old hag." Bubbles defended giving Buttercup a stern look. "She's really nice once you get to know her."
"Bubbles, she chased me down the side walk with her broom screaming at me in Spanish. Now, I'm not very good at Spanish but I know a swearing old lady when I see one."
"That's because you skateboarded into her flower patch and squashed all her hydrangeas. She was gonna enter them in a flower contest the next week."
Mitch walked over then, grabbing a chip off of Buttercup's shirt and eating it. "I agree with BC on this one Baby Blue. That lady is CRAZY! I'd say she needs to visit the loony bin except they'd probably kick her out before she could even get through the front gate."
"And that's coming from the resident loon." Buttercup stated.
"Mitch! That's not very nice." Bubbles threw a chip at him, ignoring her sister.
"Hey, you know I don't like sugar coating things." Mitch grumbled back, catching the chip in his mouth like a dog. "An I know I'm weird but you don't gotta make me sound like a retard."
"What ya talkin about? Retard would be a compliment you psycho." Buttercup grinned, tossing more chips for him to catch. "Besides, if I don't insult you who else is gonna keep your over inflated ego in check?"
"My ego is just fine than you." Mitch gave her an offended look, throwing a handful of chips back at her.
"I'd watch out if I were you." Buttercup blocked the barrage of deep fired potatoes. "Too much hot air in that big head of yours and you might float away."
"Awkward." Butch muttered under his breath. He didn't have the slightest idea of who they were talking about, an now he felt out of place. "Wait, isn't it a little early for school to finish?"
"We got let out early today after the fire alarms went berserk." Bubbles replied, pointedly glaring at Mitch, who suddenly found an exceedingly interesting speck on the carpet, before turning to face the raven haired boy. "By the way, what are you doing here Butch?"
"We had a little incident today."
"Blossom's out taking care of the birds. She had the two of us stay here." Dusting off the last of the salt, Buttercup began picking the chips off the carpet. "Were supposed to stay here until she gets back."
"Oh…" Bubbles froze for a moment looking disconnected. "Guess I'd better go clean one of the extra rooms."
"Make that three, Mojo's coming over later remember." Buttercup turned to Mitch then. "You gonna help us with the guys run?"
"Depends on which one their doing." Mitch paused to munch another chip. "There's no way I'm gonna go through another Tri, and I'm definitely not doing another Scarlet."
"Calm down, the hardest one we could possibly do is a Code Blue, their beginners remember."
"Ok, cause that last one you tricked me into was murder. That girl is insane."
"What are you guys talking about?" Butch questioned aloud, irritated that he still had no idea as to what the conversation was about. "And where'd the little blue go?" he added as an afterthought when he noticed that Bubbles had mysteriously vanished.
He was answered by a pair of devilish smirks as the two remaining teens turned to him with a cryptic response of. "Don't worry you'll find out soon enough."
•••***•••
"AAAAHHHHH! BRICK, BUTCH, HELP!"
Faster than lightning a streak of cobalt blitzed around the corner. Skidding past the door frame the young blonde clawed his way into the room on all fours. He didn't even bother to get to his feet as he scrambled towards his brothers, ducking behind them and curling himself around Brick's leg. Five very confused pairs of eyes glanced down at him, their conversation momentarily forgotten.
"SHE'S AFTER ME!" Obviously panicked, Boomer cast a desperate look up at his brothers, silently pleading for help.
"What are you-" Brick's question was cut short as a second flash, this time of aqua blue, dashed into the room nearly colliding with his chest before stopping abruptly.
"Hi Brick, hi Mojo. Nice to see you." Bubbles chirped happily before reaching around the red Ruff. "Boomer come out here already, it's not like I'm gonna bite."
"Yah right! The last time I was near you, you tried to dress me up like a Barbie doll!"
"When will you get over that? We were seven!"
"You made me wear a DRESS! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW EMBARRASSING THAT WAS?!"
"You were fine with it till your brothers showed up." mumbling under her breath, Bubbles crossed her arms over her chest pouting. "Why are you staring at me?"
With a shrug Mojo, Mitch, and Buttercup turned back to their previous conversation. They had long since gotten used to Bubbles's odd behavior. The Ruffs on the other hand stared at her for a bit longer.
Brick, creepily enough, had a look on his face that was nearly identical to Blossom when she was irritated. Boomer was staring as if she had grown a second head and Butch was looking much too low for her liking.
"Pervert." Bubbles huffed, sticking her tongue out at the raven haired boy before turning her attention back to his cowering brother.
"Moving on." Brick seemed content to simply ignore the two blues, returning to the conversation as if they were nothing but annoying flies. He didn't even flinch when Bubbles and Boomer began running circles around him.
"Ha! I got ya!" Bubbles chirped happily before dragging the squirming boy out of the room. "Now would you stop acting like a baby. I'm not trying to hurt you, you know."
"I don't wanna wear a dress!" Boomer half shouted half whined as he clawed at the walls like a cat trying to get out of taking a bath.
"Who said anything about a dress?" Bubbles grumbled, tugging the struggling blue through the doorway.
"Shouldn't we be worried?" Butch questioned, never taking his eyes off the pair even as Bubbles dragged Boomer off, kicking and screaming, around the corner.
"You wanna be the sacrifice instead?" Buttercup questioned, glancing over. "I don't know about you but I'd rather him than me."
"Sacrifice?"
"Notice she never denied the dress up part?" Mitch looked the raven dead in the eye. "She only said no dress. Besides it's his fault for disappearing in the first place."
'Ouch… it was nice knowing ya bro.' Butch thought, turning back to the conversation at hand, ignoring his brothers cries for help.
To be honest it was the blondes own fault. Soon after Bubbles and Mitch had shown up, Mojo and his brothers had arrived. Since they weren't scheduled to start that simulation thing for a while, Buttercup had decided to let them roam around for a bit. Brick had opted to stay with Mojo and look at the computers. Boomer on the other hand had wandered off and was obviously found by the overly enthusiastic Bubbles.
"Alright, we should probably get started soon." snapping out of his thoughts, Butch looked back at the monkey he was to call father. "You should all get ready. I checked the computer set up and it seems the course you will be in is a bit more difficult than I first expected."
"How difficult?" Mitch questioned, eyeing the shorter monkey wearily. "If it's anything near the red codes I'm out. O-U-T. I wouldn't go through another one of those for all the pixie sticks in the world."
"That reminds me, I've been meaning to ask." Butch placed a hand on Mitch's shoulder. "What is with you and pixie sticks? Every time I turn around you're either eating one or got one hiding somewhere."
"I've got a high metabolism." Mitch shrugged nonchalantly "I burn off energy quick so I eat a lot of sugar otherwise I get tired fast."
"Well that's the understatement of the century." Buttercup said, walking over to the door. "The guy nearly passed out once just because he missed breakfast." pausing in the door way she turned back to look at Mojo. "By the way, what was the code?"
"Forest green, surprisingly enough, level one."
"Well that's not so bad." Redirecting her attention to the brunet, Buttercup gave him a smug look. "You still chickening out?"
"No. Besides I'd rather be a chicken than suicidal." Mitch grumbled before following her to the door, Butch tagging along as well. "Greens not so bad. It's just the red that's a pain in the ass. Sorry, no offense intended." He quickly added the last part upon noticing the dark glare Brick sent his way.
"Good. Then you wouldn't mind finding Bubbles and helping the guys find an outfit." Without waiting for a response Buttercup dashed off down the hall. "See ya in a few."
"Huh? Hey, wait!" a look of utter despair washed over Mitch as the green Puff disappeared around the corner. "Aww man…"
"You act like we just got put on death row or something." Brick grumbled, following the teens out.
"Close enough…" Mojo chuckled, watching the teens until the door closed before turning back to the computers on the wall. 'Hopefully Brick docent cause too much of a fuss. Boomers probably going to have nightmares though.'
•••***•••
After crossing the winding corridors for a while, Mitch paused in front of a large, blue, metal door. Knocking once he placed his hand on the small scanner beside it. With a soft 'woosh' the door slid open and the three teens stepped inside.
The room had a futuristic/retro look to it and was definitely unique to say the least. Pressed against the wall on the right, directly next to the door, was a neon blue desk made up of metal with intricate swirl like designs. To the left was what seemed to be a bookshelf. The outer body was made of the same sleek blue metal as the desk, twisting and turning in a never-ending labyrinth of interconnecting strips. Thin sheets of glass covered the inside of the shelf to protect the books upon it from the metals.
A few feet from there was a large dome like chair that hung from the ceiling. A fuzzy, baby blue cushion sat inside next to a sketch pad. In the far right corner of the room was an enormous, perfectly rounded, aqua blue bed. Thousands of pillows of various shapes and sizes blanketed the surface. Perched at the very top of the pile stood what looked to be a small purple octopus with a top hat. Directly across from the bed, on the left wall, was a plasma screen tv mounted above a stereo system. Next to this was another metal shelf, this time a black color, that could be spun like a carousel. What really attracted attention was the walls though. On every visible surface was overlapping shapes and designs, all in various shades of blue.
In the center of the room hung a chandler of the same metal as the rest of the furniture. What stood out about this was the fact that instead of the usual swirl design, this was shaped to look like a serpentine dragon. Six blue scaled bodies wound together to dangle from the ceiling before arching back upwards. Each gaping maw produced a specially crafted foggy glass flame that lit the area with a pale glow.
On the right, past the desk, was two more metal doors, one of which was open, voices drifting through.
"You know… this actually isn't half bad… I like it."
"Told you it wasn't a dress."
Curiosity getting the better of him, Butch wandered over to the door, Mitch and Brick following close behind. Pausing in the doorway the green Ruff was shocked to see that inside was an even bigger room than the last. Lining the walls were racks upon racks of clothing, the dominant color being blue of course. Every few feet there seemed to be mirrors, the far back wall made of nothing but the reflective surface.
Mitch breezed past the Ruffs making his way into the room and disappearing around a corner that didn't seem to have existed moments before.
"Mitch, hi." Bubbles's cheery voice echoed through the room. "What do you think of Boomers clothes? I just finished."
"Wow. It's really good, and you got just the right balance of blue and black to bring out the blonde in his hair."
Wearily making his way into the room, Butch stepped around the corner to find his brother standing on what looked suspiciously like the platform things he often found in girly, over expensive stores, surrounded by mirrors. Standing a few feet away was Mitch and Bubbles who seemed to be examining the male blonde as he twist and turned, trying to get a better look at himself.
Folding his arms over his chest Butch put on a mock glare. Coughing loudly he watched in amusement as Boomer nearly jumped out of his skin, stumbling over his own feet as he tried to face them.
"B-Brick, Butch, hi! What are you guys doing here?" Boomer stuttered out, grinning nervously.
"The better question is, what are YOU doing?" Brick questioned, the corners of his mouth twitching, obviously trying not to laugh.
Butch had no such problem. Grinning like an idiot, he laughed outright at his younger sibling. His laughter stopped abruptly though as he noticed the way Bubbles was looking at them. It was rather unnerving. He vaguely noticed Mitch nodding his head but didn't quite catch what he said because a second later, Bubbles was moving towards him slowly with a measuring tape that she pulled from who knows where.
"Well… I didn't really have a choice…" Boomer replied, eyeing Bubbles wearily.
"Your turn now!" Bubbles grinned, very creepily he might add, as she crept closer.
"What'r ya talking about?" Butch slurred the words together as he backed away from the girl. There was just something about that smile that didn't sit well with him. "An why are ya lookn at me like that?"
"It's ok Butch." Bubbles cooed sweetly as if she were talking to a frightened animal. "Just hold still."
"Oh shi-!" Butch whirled around, wide eyed, blitzing off towards the door. He managed to get about two feet before landing face first in the carpet. "Let me go!"
"Quit squirming! It'll be over faster if you stop moving so much." Bubbles grumbled, grabbing Butch by the shoulders and standing him upright.
The poor guy never stood a chance. The second Baby Blue laid her eyes on him he was a goner. The measuring tape came out and weather he was ok with it or not he was turned into a living doll.
Mitch chuckled quietly, watching the way Bubbles man handled the much larger boy turning him this way and that. Butch actually yelped in surprise when her hands deftly whacked him on the back of his legs before wrapping the tape around his thigh.
The second she was done she turned to the redhead, smiling brightly even as he glared at her. In a flash of blue she was skipping back towards Mitch, leaving a slightly disheveled Brick in her wake.
"What the heck was that about." Butch looked at the other teens mumbling under his breath. "Never thought I'd be saying this but I feel violated…"
"Well you need clothes for the training session later." Mitch answered, shrugging casually as Bubbles fluttered around him. "Believe me, your gonna be happy to have it later."
"I wasn't too happy about getting measured either but the clothes she made after look pretty good if you ask me." Boomer stated, turning back to the mirror. "I especially like the design on the back."
Mitch nodded in agreement, Bubbles had really gone all out on the clothes she made for the blue boy. She had even patched one of her signature designs on it. The next bunch of clothes wouldn't look anything like that though. It was after all specifically for exercising.
After about an hour and a half of fitting on clothes, Bubbles had managed to create outfits for each teen present. It was a given that most looked exactly the same as the last, black pants and a baggy jacket over shirts of their choice in color.
"Bubbles. You done yet?" a rather impatient Buttercup asked, appearing in the doorway. "Mojo's already got everything set up."
"Alright, alright. We're coming already." Bubbles huffed, looking peeved. "So impatient. Besides, you wanna blame someone blame Mr. Picky over there." she jabbed a thumb over her shoulder at Brick, raising her voice to an annoyingly whiney pitch. "This shirts too small, these pants are too tight, I don't like this jacket, do you have a different shade of red? Blah, blah, blah."
Brick shot her an irritated scowl to which Bubbles simply stuck her tongue out childishly.
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Oh goodness. I've been writing this same chapter for weeks. Every time I think I got it right I would find some flaw. I finally gave up and decided to just post it. During that time I've been rereading all my past works and I must say that I never realized just how much of my own personality and little quirks I put into my characters. (My friend pointed it out.) For instance, Boomer's nail biting, I do the same thing when I'm nervous. Then we've got Blossom's sleepwalking, Mitch's near ADHD and short attention span, and most obvious is Buttercup's food possession problems amongst other things. My best friend once told me I act like a rabid dog over candy bars and my favorite brand of chips. She's just happy that she's the one exception to all my psychotic quirks. Haha. I love you my friend! Your like a sister to me!
I've also been experiencing some annoying writers block. I know the general idea of what I want to happen but I'm having trouble figuring out what is going to happen between now and then. So I'd like to ask all you readers if you can try to help me with inspiration. I do really well with visuals so pictures would be a big help, wether it's from a comic book or just a really interesting rock. But I'd prefer more scenic pictures if possible cause I'm not very good with describing different climate types since I've only ever seen tropical areas. It comes with living on an island… -_-'
Well anyway. Please leave a review and tell me how I did. Thanks! ^_^