Me: Hey guys :D How are y- *gets stabbed*

Butch: THIS IS FOR NOT UPDATING ON TIME

Me: BUTCH WHAT ARE YOU DOIN- *gets stabbed again*

Butch: THIS IS FOR MAKING ME SO OUT OF CHARACTER

Me: BUTCH STOP OH MY G- *gets stabbed again*

Butch: THIS IS FOR BEING THE WORST AUTHOR EVER

Me: *dead*

Brick: Ah, yes. You killed the author. Great.

Butch: I REGRET NOTHING

Boomer: Nothing to see here, guys. Just keep on walking.

Chapter 12: Looks like we're done.

Normal POV

"And then she ran away." Butch sighed. Brick blinked a few times and flinched when Blossom hit him on top of his head.
"Moron." She got up, stepped over Butch - who was still laying on the ground, tied to a chair - and walked over to Bubbles.
"Well... I'm sorry I guess." Brick mumbled, rubbing his head. Butch gave him a quick nod and stared at the wall, his eyes filled with emptiness. Stacy also sighed and put her hands on her lap as she threw her head back and groaned.
"I never thought that everything would turn out to be this way." She couldn't help but feel guilty. Buttercup was wandering outside with nowhere to go, and she was probably crying. Butch looked like he was about to jump off a cliff while stabbing himself with a screwdriver.
This wouldn't have happened if she didn't lock them up in this goddamn house.
"I'm sorry, too." She said.
Butch turned his head and stared her down. "Sorry for what?"
"Everything. It's all my fault." Her never-leaving creepy smile vanished for the first time as she nervously played with the zipper on her bag.

"No it's not. The Mayor told you to do something about Buttercup and Butch's constant fighting, right? You just followed his orders." Bubbles said before she took a sip of her hot chocolate milk. Stacy looked up at her and smiled. Then Boomer frowned and threw a pillow at Butch's face.

"Dude! Why the f-"

"Why the fuck did you drink so much yesterday? You can't handle that much alcohol! Don't you remember that party at Mitch's house last year?" He said before another pillow landed on Butch's face. Butch opened his mouth, but before he could speak, a third pillow interrupted him.

"You got a major headache after the thirteenth glass and passed out not too long after," Boomer continued. "Thirteen glasses of those drinks are equal to six glasses of..." He paused. "...unicorn piss. And you've had like seven glasses." Boomer raised an eyebrow at the retarded nickname he gave to the drink. But he couldn't remember it's real name, so he decided to just go with Unicorn Piss.

"Eight," Butch corrected him. "Besides, you were the one who told me to get drunk."

"...so now you're acting like it's my fault?!" Boomer got up, and Blossom and Bubbles held him back.

"Guys, GUYS! We all did stupid things yesterday, and we can't go back in time, so let's just get the hell over it!" Blossom sighed, Bubbles pushed Boomer back on the couch and Butch frowned.

"I didn't even do anything!" Blossom ignored him and crossed her arms.

"Bubbles and I are going to fly over the city to see if we can find her. Call us if you learn anything." Blossom gave Brick a quick peck on his forehead, grabbed Bubbles' arm and left the house. Brick frowned as he watched her leave.

"She's so confusing." He said, shaking his head.

Buttercup's POV

I opened my eyes and yawned. It sure was a horrible night, I barely slept. It's all Butch's fault, damn it. He fucking ruined me. But don't worry, I'll make him pay. He'll pay big time.
Two big green eyes stared at me. I stared back at Brute's cat that was sitting on my stomach, only to receive a claw in my face. I jumped up from the not-so-comfortable couch and tripped over the coffee table. Oh, yes. I love to wake up like this.
"Buttercup?" Brute walked in and laughed. "Fucking hell, what did you do?"
I rubbed the back of my head and looked up at her. "Your cat wished me a good morning."
"...Right." She walked over to that little fucking demon, picked it up and started petting it. "So, do you already know how to get back at Butch?" Like she could read my mind.
"Actually... I have no idea."
"I do." I raised an eyebrow. She does?
"He broke your heart, now you just have to act like you don't give a shit," She said, grinning. "If this whole thing between you two was a lie, then you have to act like you didn't love him either. He feels worthless, you win."
I narrowed my eyes. That's... a pretty damn good idea.
"But how?" I asked as I stared at the floor. I'm not good at acting or covering up my feelings. Butch would see right through me. Brute was in deep thoughts for a second. Then a little light bulb appeared above her head.
"Take someone else home with you!"
What? I can't just do that, it would just make me look like some kind of skank that never sleeps in her own bed and has all kinds of sexual diseases and-
"You're worried about your reputation, aren't you?" She laughed. What the heck, am I thinking out loud or something?
"Well, don't be," she continued while she wrapped her cat's tail around her fingers. "What's more important: your reputation or making that son of a bitch pay?"
I sighed and gave in. "Alright. Are you sure that this is going to work?"
"Did I ever disappoint you?"

Kill me. I borrowed some of Brute's clothes (that were a bit too slutty for my taste) and there was a creepy sex predator walking next to me with his arm around my shoulders. He smelled like alcohol and cheap aftershave and he probably doesn't even know what my face looks like because he has been staring at my chest for the past thirty minutes. I said that this was a good idea, right? Can I take that back?
"We're going to your place, right babe?" His voice decided to abuse my right ear and I curled my lip in annoyance.
"Yeah. Actually, we're already here." I held my wristband in front of the door and held my breath as it unlocked. I hope this is worth it.

Butch's POV

I impatiently flicked the lighter, trying to get it to actually light. The little flame danced around as I brought it closer to my face. I hesitated. I haven't been smoking for almost a year now and I'd like to keep it that way but Buttercup has been missing for a day now and I need something to calm me down or I'll go insane.

Just one.

I lit the cigarette and stared at the lighter as I inhaled, let the smoke settle in my lungs and exhaled.

"I wish I could burn this fucking place down." I mumbled. Buzz, who was taking a nap next to me on the couch lifted his head and barked.

"I know, I shouldn't be doing this,"I said while I tapped off the ash. "Boomer's going to kill me. But oh well, I got other things to worry about."

I leaned back and brought the cigarette back to my lips. And suddenly, Buzz jumped up, ran over to the hallway door and started barking. Oh, for fucks sake.

"Buzz, just shut the hell up would ya?" I said after I blew some smoke into the air. Then my jaw dropped and my cigarette slipped through my fingers.

Footsteps.

Not just Buttercup's light footsteps, they were followed by heavier ones.

...A different guy?

I realized that the cigarette was burning the carpet so I quickly picked it up, tossed it in the ashtray and ran over to the hallway door and kicked it open.

Buttercup was being pushed up against the wall by some random guy. Random Guy was eating Buttercup's face and Buttercup was pulling his hair and moaning out loud while she stared into MY eyes.

Okay.

Maybe I should lay down and count to ten before doing or saying anything.

Fuck that.

Buttercup's POV

The door swung open. Butch appeared. He stared at me with his big green honest eyes, and I suddenly regret everything. Maybe I should have stayed and listened to him instead of interrupting him and running away and coming back home with someone else. My grip on the pervert – I think his name was Tyler – weakened as I stared back at Butch. Oh god damn it. How the hell does he do it? He cheated on me, why can't I take revenge without feeling guilty? Why is there still a part of me that hopes that what he said was true? I saw them with my own fucking eyes. Why can't I believe my own eyes?

Butch walked over to us, grabbed Tyler by the back of his neck, so tight that his nails cut through his skin and dragged him outside. He slowly closed the door behind him. And then Tyler started screaming.

I could hear him scratching at the door and grabbing the doorknob, trying to get it open and escape from my ex boyfriend who was probably strangling him or pulling his limbs out of his body etc.

Honestly, I couldn't care less. Tyler was a obnoxious perverted piece of shit. Butch could carve his eyes out and throw his body off a cliff and I would be cheering him on. But I had to act like I cared.

I pulled the door open and tackled Butch from behind. He landed on his face and I turned his arms behind his back before he could even ask what the fuck I was doing.

"Keep your filthy hands off Tyler!" I mentally laughed at myself. What the hell was I saying?

"...Are you fucking serious?" Butch threw me off his back and turned around to face me. "Did you just choose that guy over me?"

My eyes rolled over to Tyler, who was busy trying to get up and run. Blood streamed out of his nose and dripped off his chin and his left eye was shut tightly (there was blood leaking out of that too).

Yes, Butch was still powerless. But it looks like he still can do a lot of damage in fifteen seconds.

Tyler finally managed to get up and limp away. I watched him disappear into the dark night and looked back at Butch who was trying to clean his fists by rubbing them on his jeans.

"I can't fucking believe you," he said, not even looking at me. "you don't have the time to listen to my explanation, but you do have the time to hook up with some sick minded pervert who was going to dump you right after he banged you." I glared at him.

"You're such a fucking hypocrite, acting like you're the most innocent thing ever. I don't need your fucking explanation, Butch. I saw it with my own eyes."

Butch looked up at me. His eyes were darker than usual and that only intensified the glare that he sent me.

"Good. 'Cause if this is who you really are, then you're not even worth my time." He got up, turned around and walked back into the house.

"OH, YEAH. OF COURSE. FUCKING RUN, BUTCH. YOU'RE NOT WORTH MY TIME EITHER!" I yelled. Butch mumbled something that sounded like 'Go fuck yourself' and kept walking.

Fucking hypocrite.

Butch: so this is the part where she begs for reviews and says something that doesn't make sense right

Brick: Yup.

Butch: well I'm not going to do that haha bye