POV: First person

Interaction(s):

Brick & Brat

Boomer & Brat

Age: Late teens

I snapped the SD card into the silver handheld camcorder I stole from the recently reconstructed 'so vile it's mild' electronic goods store. It was the dumbest name ever but what else could you expect from a town filled with dummies? With a couple of button mashes I was confident I mastered control over the little piece of tech. If I was right (which, duh, I always am) I could record about ten hours. That was perfect because I only planned to be here for about three max.

I point the lens at my reflection on the tacky pink heart mirror the Powerpuff girls for some stupid reason kept. Didn't they ever learn? But whatever, their stupidity makes my life easier. It also was part of the reason why I hated the girl who looked back at me. My perfectly styled twin fishtail braids were replaced by low, wavy pigtails. Instead of a black crop top with strips of leather criss crossing over my bare, toned stomach a white tank top covered it up. Baby blue shorts hugged my hips and covered my cheeks, preventing them from peeking out unlike the black leather shorts I adored. Instead of looking like the sex symbol I was, I reduced to looking like some hippy goody two shoes. I hissed at the reflected image of Bubbles open closet. All of her clothes are super lame. She had too many dresses and jeans and they were just so colorful and modest it sickened me. Did the girl feel ashamed of her body? She seriously needed some lessons on self appreciation and a torch to burn her clothes to ash. Even her choice in footwear was so kiddie. Like, did she think we're still five!? We're seventeen! But no matter how much I hated it I kicked off my black heels and slipped on white canvas shoes she painted to have her pathetic looking Octi on it.

I'm sure if my sisters wormed their way into the place they'd attack me on sight, probably even scream "where's Brat!?" because they're too dumb and I'm too amazing at being a master of disguise. See, I'm so smart I planned this out meticulously. I knew Bubbles wouldn't be in town because she had some art trip to some dumb, boring museum. Her butt-ugly sisters were still around but they had their own plans; Buttercup was going to go to some guys house to 'hang out' or whatever and Blossom had some school club thing to do. Really, everyone thinks Berserk is the brains of the gang but it's all me. I'm the one who comes up with all the pranks, the one who stealthily uncovers dark, steamy secrets for ransoms. If anyone in our group had the patience to painstakingly enact an evil plan it was me. Not Berserk, not Brute. Me. Brat, that's who.

As much as I love looking at myself (even if I look like I'm five) time is ticking so I fly out the open window. The city's so pristine, the streets so well-kept it makes me feel like sending some eye beams down and watching the trees burn. I hate nature almost as much as I hated this place. But another thing that makes me infinitely superior to my pathetic sisters is that I not only am a genius, I also have a high tolerance to any and everything which is exactly what I needed to fulfill my brilliant plan.

But voices in my head, what is my plan? Don't you remember? About three days ago when my sisters and I were partying in Vilescity, the one place on Earth that actually worships the ground we walk on and has cool things like sophisticated clubs and punk-proof glass, we were partying and there was this guy. He was too cute. Like, so cute I was willing to approach him first and let him bask in my presence unlike all the other drooling pigs that tried to stand close. He was dressed extravagantly in his spotless white suit. I was sure when I stood next to him with my tight black dress he'd instantly fall. We just complimented each other that much. But, as always, Berserk the sausage hungry priss practically lunged at the poor guy to bat her dollar store false lashes at him. Long story short I beat her hard, won , and when I brushed her corpse to the side with my studded black stilettos I looked up to see the horror in his eyes. Don't get me wrong, it's not like I'm not used to being looked at that way. I relished those looks. On him though, it seemed almost...wrong? And not the good wrong, the weird wrong. And then when I tried putting the moves he squeaked how he couldn't be with someone who's so 'insensitive' before running away with his tiny tail between his legs.

Me? Insensitive? I'm the most sensitive person I know! But of course Brute and Berserk (who had a black eye. Ha!) laughed at me and said the dude hit the nail on the head. So after trying to reason with them and getting brushed off I decided I'd show them all! I went around town to ask but everyone was terrified of me which made sense but was still stupid. We let them rebuild! We barely wrecked the city these days (Vilescity was too nice to them and donated some puff-proof glass to the major buildings), so give me the time of day! That's when I realized if I was going to show them what's what I couldn't do it here. I'd have to go somewhere else where people didn't run away in fear. So I thought and thought and decided I'd just go to another world and what better one than the one with those stupid Powerpuffs? I could pretend to be Bubbles and since they're our opposites I knew any and everyone would approach me. I'd play nice, interact, and record them saying 'wow you're so sensitive!' or something along those lines and show them all that, again, I'm always right.

I flew low enough that people could see me and made sure to smile like the 'good girl' I was as I zipped past them. This would be easy. I just needed to spot some prey and go from there. I thought about just hitting up the park or the mall but I saw a small trail of smoke that made me slow down. I knew I should have just ignored it but in this perfect little town where could a fire ever come from? That and my inner pyromania was flaring to see. It was pretty to see the source was just a vending machine with the fire already put out. At least the damage was enough that cans littered the floor. Hey, free soda. Who'd pass that up?

"Ah. Bubbles!" I almost forgot that's who I'm supposed to be so I used the action of me grabbing a can to play off the momentary lapse in character. It easily slipped out of my fingers when I locked sights on the blondie that squeaked 'my' name. He tried his best to smile it off but it was too obvious that he was hiding a stolen soda can behind his back. "It's not what it looks like!"

I was going to tell him off -in a Bubbles way, of course. Because who does this ugly loser think he is wasting my time? But then something in me clicked like my finger clicked the record button. My focus, like the camera, zoomed to look at the top half of his face. Was he...blushing? Oh. He was . He looked like he was caught in a crime by the last person he wanted to see and that's when it hit me that's exactly what was happening!

"Shut up, Boomer. We got caught red-handed. She's even recording it." Oh. Oh. There was another one. "So what are you gonna do, sissy? You gonna yell at us for trying to get our money back from that broken piece of scrap metal or what?"

Well no. I actually wouldn't mind just having a soda and laughing at the blond's stupid face but I guess it's time to put on the acting hat.

"No. It's fine! Just try to fix it and leave a sign apologizing and it'll be okay!" I could feel the strain on my cheeks as I forced the madness down so my smile could look more 'normal'. I also zoomed out so I could capture both boys bug-eyed reactions. Ha. See, I am sensitive! I'm totally doing a good job of acting like I care about their feelings. Take that, Berserk!

"Is that so?" The bad boy wannabe redhead mumbled as noodle hair disappeared in a flash of blue that was similar to mine.

Now it was my turn to be stupefied because he just ran away at superspeed- what!? They had super powers too? But no, I wouldn't let it show. I acted as though this was totally normal because it had to be. There was no way they'd behave like this if it wasn't. There was a history here I didn't know about which completely annoyed me. It didn't last long though thanks to the sight of ugly Mcchicken legs. He was frantically shoving the cans inside and nail the machine shut with some wooden boards and nails he returned with. Then it hit me, this was perfect! They're obviously easily manipulated, at least the twerp was. I'll use them.

"So boys, are you both fre-"

"YES!"

That was it. I had to laugh. Oh gosh, this dude was a total sucker. His friend seemed to share my thoughts as he slapped the eager puppy dog in the nose. Props to the loser for only flinching instead of pathetically crying.

"Why should we?"

"Brick!"

"What? She's recording us. I don't trust it." A smartie too? Interesting.

"Oh, this? I'm just recording a day in the life of Bubbles for an A/V club student." A smooth excuse. Effortless.

"Yeah! See Brick, it's fine. Well, see you later!" Blondie's walking towards me but before he can get close I extend an open palm. He looks down at it quizzically but I don't give him time to get a word in as I walk past his sorry butt towards the Brick guy.

"It's fine if you don't trust me. But…" I made sure to resist getting next to his ear, instead hovering a few inches away from it. "You'll be missing out on some fun."

I knew it was risky to my plans just like I knew Bubbles would never do something like that. The guy looks like the brains compared to the airhead he'd been hanging out with, what with those crossed arms and the way he glared down at me as though he was trying to dissect my body and mind to find out what my aim was. If anyone other than the stupid Powerpuff girls could figure out my scheme I had a feeling it was him. But if there's anything I know about evil it's to be careful. We have to be because temptation haunts us at every turn. It's what makes us lose. It's what's making me bite my lip as I imagine it's his earlobe.

Ah. I got it bad .

"I'm only going cause I worry Boomer's going to make a fool of himself and cry about it all night."

"Hey!" Oh, the Boomer guy. I almost forgot he was there.

He came to stand between me and the cutie. Part of me was thankful because the third wheel would help calm me down if he kept this little possessive act up. I guess Bubbles and him must be dating? Or at least he totally digs her. Ew. The dude had terrible taste and her taste is putrid if she likes him back. They start bickering with each other which I have a feeling is their shtick but I'm not about to lose the spotlight, so I cut into the act by clapping my hands high in the air, making sure to tone my strength down to just shatter their eardrums instead of the buildings around us.

"I want a snack. Where's the best place in town to get one?"

Again I know my mask is slipping because Brick's looking at me like he can see the cracks. Boomer, on the other hand, is quick to list stores so I just cut him off at the fifth name and ask him to guide us to his fav. This increases the joyful aura he's radiating as he shoots into the sky with that creepy copycat blue followed by a streak of red. I instantly follow and make sure to stay as close to Boomer as possible because while not outright I can tell Brick is sneaking glances at me. Normally I'd be all for the flirtatious play but I'm staying committed. They will help me prove my sisters wrong. Then maybe after we can kick this little play up a notch.

We reach a corner of a street with a tiny ice cream parlor that looks straight out of the 1950s. I almost smashed through the roof out of habit but didn't thanks to the boys targeting the sidewalk that separated it from the hustle bustle of cars. I also made sure to smile at Boomer as he opened the door for me. My sights weren't on Brick (I fighting that urge) but I could hear the exasperation from his sigh as he followed behind me. I'm also pretty sure I heard him grunt from the force of the door slamming on his face but I made sure to bite my tongue while I made the rest of the way to the start of the line. Okay, ugly pants, you get one point. Just one. Lucky for you I like all forms of mischief.

The face of the preppy part-time high school made me wish I could be Brat and punch those pearly whites. As you know, voices in my head, I hate most people -it's a predisposition from the everything nasty bit of me. But oh did I hate uppity looking, prissy little girls. Didn't help she only spared me a glance before turning her attention to the boys and asking them what they'd like. Uh, excuse me b-

"Bubbles, what would you like?" Good thing I'm tougher than most because if I wasn't I'm sure I would have gotten whiplash from how fast I turned to see that smiling dork. His pearly whites, well...not bad. Truth be told I hate ice cream. Sweets in general. Sadly I knew Bubbles had a sweet tooth and figured denying the treat would make me more suspicious than I already was. Ugh. All the flavors seemed nasty but then there's one that really tickled my fancy.

"I'll take a small scoop of Bubbles flavor, please." Of course this town would name stuff after their heroes but ice cream? HA!

Sure enough everything still went according to plan (which I guess I owe a little bit, just a little to the pig for keeping me grounded). Just as I hoped we took our sweets outside and acquired one of those square outdoor tables with the umbrella to shield us from the sun. I didn't mind where I'd sit unlike Brick who slammed his butt on the spot in front of Boomer, the only spot on the table that had some form of shade. This time I did laugh because that was too cute, he almost crushed his friends legs! Definitely a keeper.

I took my spot across from them. I wish I was sitting next to Brick. There was enough space but I think sitting in different corners was the best bet. I had a feeling if I sat next to either of them there'd be reactions I'd have to deal with which I wasn't quite in the mood for thanks to the cold little cardboard container in my once free hand. So I sat down and let the camcorder keep doing its thing, didn't even bother changing the zoom or focusing where the lens faced. Silence hung low on the air which was perfectly fine with me because I spent that time mentally preparing myself to bring a spoonful of the sugary trash into my mouth.

"Mmm. Bubbles flavor tastes as sweet as you!" Boomer said after he released the spork out of his mouth with a pop. Thankfully I could live through Brick as he stared the dude down and rolled his eyes in an exaggeratedly slow pace. Boomer didn't even notice because he was too busy giving me gooey lovey-dovey eyes, the entire reason why that small innuendo didn't amuse me in the slightest. It was all the push I needed to force the spoon into my mouth. At least this helped cover up my prickling nerves.

"Yummy." I lied as I resisted my gag reflex and swallowed the disgusting treat down. Isn't the worst thing I've ever put in my mouth, at least. Just focus on the thought that it's like ironic cannibalism. Yeah, that helps. Eating Bubbles. Ahahah...

"You know Brick, I'm surprised you didn't get the Blossom flavor. She's your favorite, isn't she?"

What!?

Brick mumbled something under his breath while the fool that sat close to him didn't take the hint and leaned in close. "What's that?" Boomer asked seconds before Brick's simultaneously blew fire in his face and sporked his thigh.

Oh no. Resist. DON'T LAUGH.

Lucky for me the two were focused on having a glare off, or whatever they were doing could be called since it was only Boomer who looked mad. It gave me just enough time to discreetly pinch my right thigh with my (sadly stiletto-less) nails. Ah, pain. A great way to bring me to life so I could admire the ginger. He oozed confidence in his whole being, from the triumph straight back to the crossed arms all the way to those delicious cherry lips. I normally hated red because of Berserk but oh, that might change if I kept hanging around this guy. If only I could keep looking, but no, voices, this is my shot!

"Boomer. I don't think you should tease Brick." That got their attention. Boomer looked absolutely crushed, totally lost. Brick had his detective lens on for only a second because when he caught sight of Boomer that made them crash on the ground.

"Yeah, Boomer. Listen to the girl. She's your favorite after a-"

As much as I hated to think it, I couldn't help but regard the speed at which Boomer cut Brick off by flinging him into the air as slightly impressive. Red and blue swirled together in the skies as they fought. Looking down at my ice cream and camcorder, I knew what had to be done. I easily slipped my pigtails out and put one scrunchie on my wrist before breaking the other in half. I used the elastic to tie the strap of my camcorder to the belt hook on top of my right pocket. With a quick look around I made sure no one around me was looking as I fired a beam through the ice cream and the table and, for good measure, flashed the fingers at stupid ice cream girl. She couldn't see me through the glass but I didn't care, it was enough of a stress relief for me before shooting up to the skies and getting in between them.

"Boys, boys, boys! We all know fighting is wrong. Just think about the poor townsfolk we must be scaring." To prove my point I motioned to the earth below us where onlookers had their phones pointed at us. They both followed my gesture but when they looked back at me only Boomer seemed guilty about it whereas Brick looked mega aloof. Couldn't really tell what he was thinking. If only I was strong enough to keep up the act but after my little crime it was wearing thin, especially at the sight of their disheveled clothes. I could feel my fist twitch. I would have lost all control and punched the stupid blondie in his face then and there. I'd do that and more, so much more if it wasn't for Brick taking the chance to fly to my side and wrap his long arm around my shoulder (if only it was my waist...)

"Yeah, Boomer. Don't upset the girl. You know she's sensitive."

Oh that's not all I-wait. WAIT!

I practically ripped my shorts off when I yanked the camcorder into my hands. Good thing my knot tying skills were never the best.

"Can you say that again?" I practically begged while I held the camcorder about as far away as I could in our position. I needed a good angle (though every angle of his is good) to capture the words I was searching for.

Brick looked from the device to me, so confused he didn't even have the ability to judge as he obeyed my command. See voices, I knew it. I KNEW IT. In your face Berserk! I was so happy that I'm sure even he believed I was Bubbles with how girly my squealing sounded. I wrapped my arms around his waist and blasted higher into the sky. The clouds covered us and only when the sight of his stupid brother and town were fully washed away did I put my free hand behind his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. I would have gone deeper if I only had enough time before his senses (sadly) returned. It amazed me how strong (and oh so warm. The hunks a furnace!) his hand on my stomach was. I had a feeling he had more in him than that but maybe because I was a girl or he secretly liked it (probably the second) he was a bit more thoughtful on how much of it to use. I was struggling a little to stay but I knew when to quit (part of the genius) so I made sure to bite his bottom lip roughly and loosen my grip as I let his hand separate us.

"Bubbles! What in the-" This time I was the one to silence him with my hand over his mouth. He bit down, hard. But I didn't flinch. I'm sure that surprised him just as much as my words.

"Thanks, Brick. I'll make sure to come back. By the way-" I took my hand off of his mouth and looked down at my palm. His indents were there, the canines protruding. I made sure to stare right at him as I licked the wound, then my lips, and flashed him my sultriest smirk. "My name's Brat. Don't forget it."

So voices, what happened next? Of course I made my grand exit and flung myself through that portal mirror without getting caught. In less than three hours because, ha! Mastermind, remember? Then at night I relished in Brute and Berserk's collective gasps as they watched the film. Of course they'd never say it aloud but we all knew I was right! I showed them! I can be sensitive. So sensitive that when Berserk commented on hot Red was I punched her in the throat and hissed how he was mine. Brute took the chance to drag her by the hair to our room. And me? I gave the screen one last look, the film frozen on Brick's quizzical look as he called me sensitive.

"See you soon, cherry boy."