Lords of the Playlist
Authors note: The Powerpuff girls do not belong to me and as always, they have human appendages.
Greens ages variate between late teens/early twenties.
Track 35: Come Out And Play – Offspring
Tap… tap… tap…
Buttercup rolled over in her bed with a sleepy groan and pulled the covers up over her head as she tried in vain to ignore the small tapping sounds emanating from the circular window closest to her sleeping form. When the sounds didn't stop after another minute, she pushed the covers off of her head, as she struggled to blink away sleep – praying that whoever was tossing shit at her window would wizen up and stop.
When the tell-tale tapping sounds contained, she rolled over onto her side and glanced over at her alarm clock – only for the blinding red numbers to burn her cornea's.
3:26am.
She let out an irritated snarl as she ripped off the covers and stalked over to the window, cracking her knuckles ominously. Powerpuff girl or not, she loved her sleep more than anything, and whoever was chucking rocks at her window might as well be a dead man as far as she was concerned.
She yanked open the blinds and swung the window outward – silently thanking whatever force was watching out for her that her sisters were at Robin's for a sleep over and currently weren't in their shared room.
"Whoever's throwing those fucking rocks at my window better knock in the fuck off or I swear to god I'm going to break my foot off in someone's ass-"
"Well good morning to you too Sunshine."
The familiar voice from down below her on the ground level, made her freeze mid-threat as she shut her eyes and prayed that it wasn't who she thought it was. Unfortunately, her prayers weren't answered as she reopened her eyes, only to find a set of frost green ones staring back up at her.
"The fuck are you trying to pull asswipe? It's three in the goddamn morning!" she hissed down to the tall, dark bearer of chemical X – who also happened to be none other than her counterpart – who shot her a sly smile that allowed the moonlight to reflect off of his white teeth, tossing a small rock nonchalantly in one hand. "Come out and play."
Buttercup sucked in a breath at the challenge. He was baiting her. She knew he was. She knew she shouldn't fall for it… but she had never been one to back down from a challenge, and she wasn't about to start now.
"Oh you're dead pencil dick. You're really going to get it now." She seethed as she launched herself out of the window – clad only in a flimsy nightgown – and onto him, with a barely contained grin of excitement.
Not two seconds later they were both airborne – leaving two different streaks of green behind them as they jetted off to the outskirts of town to continue their brawl in the dead of the night.
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XxX
It goes down the same as the thousand before
No one's getting smarter no one's learning the score
Your never-ending spree of death and violence, and hate
You gotta keep 'em separated
Hey come out and play