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 42: The Drugs – Mother Mother
Butch figured that the must have been hallucinating.
He blinked his red rimmed eyes disbelievingly as he stared at the vision before him.
There, standing before his very eyes – was an almost misty-looking apparition of Buttercup, wearing what looked to be a short white dress.
And she was glowing. That was a thing.
Butch stared at the shimming girl standing in front of him, before glancing down at the still burning joint in his hand, only to look back up at his glowing best friend a second later, then back down at the joint, before quickly tossing it out the window – not really caring where it landed.
On one hand, Butch was acutely aware that he was hallucinating. He knew this because one – Buttercup had not been in his room when he started smoking, and two – she would never be caught dead wearing something like that. (though he had to admit, she did look good in it)
But on the other hand… there was a tiny part of him that secretly, almost desperately wished that she was real. And it scared him.
He coughed and slid down his bed until he was sitting on the floor, watching as the apparition floated over to his drugged form until she was less than a foot away from him. Her blood red lips tilted up into a smile as she looked at him, and Butch felt his heart thunder into irregularity.
God he was tripping hard – that weed had to have been laced with something else. He had never reacted this badly to a joint before.
Her shimmering figure twisted delicately before his eyes, almost as if she was being moved by some unseen breeze as she stepped even closer to him. He swallowed thickly, suddenly feeling as if his limbs were as heavy as lead.
He wanted to touch her, but the closer she got to him, the heavier he felt, until he thought that he was sinking into the floor. The misty Buttercup knelt down to his level and cocked her head at him curiously, flashing him a small smile that made him shut his eyes.
She was blinding and brilliant – almost like the sun, and he was burning up in her essence.
It was too much, she was bright, and warm and radiant like the sun and he was the exact opposite compared to her. In a fleeting moment of clarity, he wondered how they were even friends in the first place.
"Fuck BC, what're you trying to do to me?" he rasped out, not daring to take his forest irises off her blazing lime green ones. The apparition only smiled serenely in response, and before he could say anything else, she suddenly vanished – almost as if she were never there at all.
The next morning Butch tossed out all of his hidden stash, and never spoke a word to anyone about what happened that night, but he could never get the almost heavenly version of Buttercup out of his mind whenever he looked at her.
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XxX
Send me down an angel
And let it pull me up from my own hell
Cause you're hotter than the sun
And you're better than the drugs
I used to love