By Kevin Larry Ivy
I don't own the Powerpuff girls or any related characters. I do own Leviathan and the six dark puffs.
The pale moonlight pours in the window to the girls' room. Bubbles is clutching her favorite toy, Octi, Buttercup has the blanket pulled over her head and is mumbling in her sleep, and Blossom has her pillow over her head and is facing Buttercup. The wind blows into the room, and gently caresses Bubbles' cheek. She stirs and wakes up, feeling oddly cold. She looks at the open window and yawns. She crawls out of bed, wearing blue pajama pants and a white tank top, and walks over to the window. Before she reaches it, she rubs her eyes again and looks up. There, sitting on the windowsill, is Boomer of the Rowdyruff Boys. Her eyes snap open, gasping silently and gaping at him. Boomer smirks and falls backward out the window. Bubbles runs to the window and looks out. Boomer has completely vanished, nothing outside at all. She rubs her eyes again and yawns, then quickly clamps her mouth shut and stares out the window.
Walking down the street is a little girl, somewhere between 7 and 10 years old, wearing only a white nightgown. Bubbles leans out the window staring at her, what was a little girl doing out this late? Bubbles flies out the window and down to the sidewalk. The little girl disappears out of view just as she lands. Bubbles floats down the sidewalk after the little girl. The little girl always seems to stay the same distance ahead of Bubbles, never slowing down. She floats faster, but the girl remains ahead of her. She then turns a corner, and finds herself in an alley. Bubbles looks around, but can't find the little girl anywhere.
"Where'd she go?" she whispers to herself. She hears a creaking noise and looks to her left to see a door that is cracked open. Looking around, Bubbles gathers her courage, opens the door, and floats into the building. When she is inside, the door closes and disappears.
Inside the BuildingBubbles floats through the building, becoming increasingly creeped out by the perpetual darkness that her super vision just barely penetrates. She floats through another doorway, and notices a dim light up ahead. She floats to the light and can finally see the inside of the building. It is an old warehouse that much is obvious. There are crates everywhere and the entire place has something ominous and evil about it. Bubbles trembles, her mouth going dry. She turns around and sees the little girl standing behind her.
"Oh there you are! What are you doing in this place all by yourself? It's really scary…"asks Bubbles in the bravest tone she can muster. The little girl giggles at her. Bubbles gulps and floats back a little. The girl's giggle has something sinister and evil about it. "Wh-what's so funny?"
"You are silly. You came here to play with her didn't you?" Bubbles gulps and shakes her head. "If you didn't come here to play, why are you here? She wanted you to come here and play and you came." Bubbles feels the fear rising, it's beginning to suffocate her. The little girl walks towards her, and giggles more. "We've been waiting a long time for you, please play with us," she giggles again and fades away. Bubbles is now breathing heavily and sweating. She flies toward the exit of the room, only to find there is no exit. She looks around and notices no windows or anything. She spins around and sees the little girl again, as well as three others. The one she followed has black hair, one has red hair, one has blonde hair, and the fourth one has brown hair. They are all giggling and watching Bubbles carefully. Bubbles screams and tries to fly away but doesn't rise into the air anymore. When she stops trying she falls to the ground.
"Play with us Bubbles! It'll be lots of fun!" They giggle again, making Bubbles become more frightened. She looks around and her eyes stop on a figure she can barely see hidden in the shadows. Time almost seems to slow down as the figure begins laughing and fades out of the shadows. Bubbles can hear her own heart slowly beating. She looks behind her and shrieks. Standing behind her is Belial, whom Bubbles only knows at first glance thanks to Blossom's description. Bubbles backs up and notices the four girls walk up to her. The black haired one is taller than Bubbles, the red head is her height, the blonde is shorter than she is, and the brown haired one is the smallest. Bubbles pulls away, but can't run or fly away. Belial grins and walks up to her, cupping her chin with her hand.
"Hey there Bubbles, I've been waiting for you," Bubbles trembles, unable to find her voice. "I had lots of fun with Blossom, and I would've had a ton more fun with Buttercup if the nerd hadn't let her get away. But I promise you and I are going to have a screaming good time. I even brought along some friends to play with us." Bubbles is pushed back by Belial, and partially dragged back by the four girls. She falls to the ground suddenly, her legs going completely numb. The ground reaches up and locks around her wrists and ankles. Bubbles finally finds her voice and begins screaming. "Go ahead, no one can hear you. You're in my world now," The blonde girl drops to her knees, her legs on either side of Bubbles head, and begins tickling her armpits. Bubbles squeals and giggles, trying to roll or buck away. The blonde girl giggles happily and tickles away at Bubbles' armpits. The brown-haired girl giggles and sits down beside Bubbles. She then proceeds to tickle her ribs through her tank top. Bubbles bucks and screams, laughing hard. Her face begins turning red as the two giggling girls continue their tickling assault. The red-haired girl sits down on Bubbles hips, giggling as well, and slips her hands up Bubbles' shirt. She then begins tickling her tummy, belly button, and her sides. Bubbles laughs harder, now crying and already unable to continue struggling. The black-haired girl sits on her calves and begins tickling her knees, adding even more to Bubbles' torment. Belial herself sits down in front of Bubbles' defenseless, wiggling bare feet and watches Bubbles scream and laugh with an evil grin on her face. The red-haired girl bends down and tickles Bubbles' sides with her hands while she torments her tummy and belly button with her tongue, making Bubbles buck and scream louder.
"Well this is becoming quite the party little Bubbles, but why don't we make it even more fun," She then begins scribbling her fingers over Bubbles' feet. Bubbles shrieks loud and shrilly, then goes immediately into painful silent laughter while the five tickle her mercilessly. Flames rise from the ground and burn away part of Bubbles' pajama pants, allowing the black-haired girl to tickle her directly. Bubbles lies on the ground helplessly, shrieking with silent laughter. The blonde-haired girl has moved so that she is now also tickling Bubbles' neck with her tongue. The brown-haired girl tickles all over Bubbles' ribs, going hard and fast on one side, and slow and soft on the other. The black-haired girl tickles the backs of Bubbles' knees, making her laugh harder. Belial just continues lightly scribbling her fingers over Bubbles' poor wiggling soles. Belial pulls back the toes on Bubbles' right foot and tickles it hard and fast with her free hand. Bubbles nearly jumps out of her skin, crying hysterically now. Belial tickles the base of her toes and between them. She then switches to Bubbles' other foot, this time tickling her slowly and lightly. Bubbles screams; Belial was every bit as horrible as Blossom had described, maybe even worse! After what feels like days to Bubbles all the tickling stops. She weakly opens her eyes and sees the four other girls now gathered at her feet. She screams silently, before falling back into horrible, tortured laughter. All five of them are now tickling her feet. Two of them holding back her toes and tickling them, and two of them plus Belial tickling her soles. Bubbles barely has any time at all to catch her breath through her gales of laughter. Belial grins evilly at her and licks her lips.
"We've just begun Babe, and that's it cry for me, let me see more tears," All Bubbles can do is cry and laugh while the horrible tickling continues.
At the Pokey Oaks Elementary School Playground
Three ten-year-old boys sit on the various playing equipment. The blonde one sits on a swing and looks at the redhead. The black-haired boy lies back on a slide, also staring at the redhead. The redhead is hanging upside down on the monkey bars, his hat lying on the ground below him.
"So Brick, what's goin on around here? I mean we saw all of those sissy puffs start showing up and completely dominating the puffs we've been fighting," Says Butch. Boomer looks at the ground and swings lightly.
"Yeah man, there's no way we can beat those new puffs. They're like Super Puffs or something." Says Boomer. Brick shrugs and swings up on top of the monkey bars.
"Who knows? All I know is that we've gotta get hella stronger hella fast…what the hell?" He looks up and stares at the moon, which looks like it's on fire. A black smoke streams down and swirls around in front of them. It forms into a tall figure that looks a lot like Him. He has black skin, pointed ears, dark black and very neat hair. His eyes are burning red, like the very flames of hell itself. He wears a red and black skintight suit. He wears a chain around his waist with a skull for a belt buckle. His boots are platform-like, and he wears a long flowing black and red cape. His muscular, yet lithe, arms hang at his sides, his silver lobster claws snapping now and then. He grins at them, walking towards Brick with the most evil and condescending glare imaginable. Brick jumps off the monkey bars, and unconsciously takes a step away from this demon. Butch and Boomer fly over to Brick's side, but are both also filled with fear looking into those red eyes. He speaks to them, in a voice that sounds exactly like Him's deep demonic voice.
"Yes…you three will serve me perfectly." He says to himself. The boys get into defensive stances.
"Hey! Who are you?" asks Brick
"Yeah! We don't serve nobody you loser!" says Butch. Boomer just remains paralyzed by fear. The demon grins, the grin of a devil a thousand…no infinitely more evil than Him or Belial. He strokes his black goatee with his claw.
"It doesn't matter to you who I ambecause soon you will know everything, and will become my perfect soldier," The demon raises his claw and opens it wide. Red energy begins gathering in it, the skies turn darker, the air grows colder, and hellish screams fill the air. The boys step back in fear, before screaming along with the choir of the damned. The demon fires a tennis ball sized blast at the boys. It splits into three marble sized balls and hits each boy in the chest. They then begin dissolving from that point, soon becoming nothing but particles floating in the air. The demon flexes his arm and clenches his claw shut. The particles swirl around and begin glowing. Black energy pours from the demon's eyes and a silent explosion fills the area. When it fades only a single ruff remains in the boys' place. He wears dark red body armor. His pants are black; his hair is neat and black that is red at the roots. A mask, a jester mask, covers his face. The mask is grinning evilly, and in the two eyeholes are burning with blue light. The light in the eyeholes fade away and the ruff looks up at the demon.
"Master Leviathan, I'm sorry I didn't recognize you at first," he says in a wonderfully smooth and handsome voice. The demon, who is none other than the mighty Leviathan, grins evilly. The ruff kneels and turns his face up to Leviathan.
"That's quite alright my perfect soldier. Perhaps a Darkruff can succeed where my "daughters" have been failing?" He isn't asking a question though, and this ruff knows it. He stands up and the two eyeholes burn and glow blue once more.
"Of course Master, I'll destroy the Powerpuff Girls, Malebolgia's daughters, and lead your army against the kingdom of Heaven," Leviathan nods, still grinning. The eyeholes of the Darkruff's mask continue burning. "I won't fail you," he laughs evilly; evilly and yet beautifully, "Soon all of your enemies will be in my power. The power of Beelzebub," Leviathan turns into a black mist, his red eyes appearing in the mist.
"Don't fail me Beelzebub, I want you to teach Malebolgia's little general the true meaning of power," His voice does the opposite of Him's and becomes high and snake-like, "Show her the true meaning of fear! The true meaning of torture!" Beelzebub nods, and the eyeholes of his mask stop burning. He walks off, fading away into the night. The black mist swirls back into the moon and vanishes, the moon returning to normal.
The Mysterious Warehouse
Bubbles is now dancing along the edge of insanity. The five evil girls are showing her poor sensitive feet absolutely no mercy. Belial somehow found feathers, and now Bubbles has ten feathers torturing her feet. The two girls attacking her toes are making it their job to constantly saw the feathers in between them and along the base. The other three are feathering her soles with much enthusiasm. One of the girls has turned her feathers over and is using the pointed ends to tickle Bubbles' feet. Belial is tickling one of her feet with the fluffy end and the other foot with the pointed end. The last girl is just using the fluffy ends on Bubbles' poor feet.
Time seems to have no meaning to Bubbles. She'd lost track of how long she'd been at the sadistic mercy of these monsters ages ago. Belial suddenly stops, the other four girls following suit. The restrains holding Bubbles down vanish and so do the four girls. Belial crawls up to her face and kisses her on the cheek.
"Sorry Babe, it was fun but I've gotta get out of here. Be sure to tell your sisters we'll have a big party some time." Belial vanishes and when she does the warehouse does as well. Bubbles is lying in a construction site. She is too tired to move and slowly passes out. A shadowed figure lands beside her a few minutes later and lifts her up. They then carry her back to her house…their two extra arms smoothing out Bubbles' hair and wiping her face off.
"It's time they learn the truth…it's the only way they can win," he says to himself, as the sun rises on the horizon.