Thank you to all who's voiced out their thoughts! It was lovely hearing them! Guess who's making their grand appearance? Please welcome...The Rowdyruff Boys! Enjoy! X)
The three boys hovered in the air, overlooking Townsville with nonchalant faces, breathing at last the same air they did at birth, the same air they breathed last when they left, and the same air they craved but couldn't around the entire world.
Because this air existed only in Townsville.
No one said anything, just bathed in the feeling of finally being home. It was quiet, save for the sound of city life, until the youngest of the trio broke into a smile and did a loop in the air.
"And we're back," he said.
"Home," their eldest brother murmured, his crimson gaze softening.
The middle one grinned as he sped around his brothers, zigzagging between them and leaving bright trails of forest green light behind him.
"Ohhh yeah!" he cried, "Nothing beats living in Townsville! OW!"
He suddenly yelped when his own laser that he'd randomly fired had bounced off a glass surface and hit his arm, scorching his skin.
The younger blonde smirked as he floated next to his raven-haired brother.
"That's what you get," he snickered.
His brother, in response, glared at him and eye-beamed him on the arm, smiling in satisfaction when he jumped back in pain.
"OW!" the blonde cried.
"That's what you get, Boomer," the brunette mocked.
The blonde furrowed his brow.
"Ok, enough!" the eldest suddenly yelled, glaring at both of them, "Honestly, you two are now adults! I at least expect you to not try to kill each other the moment I turn my back!"
"But Bro, he-"
"Butch. Boomer. NO," the redhead interrupted, biting each word out fiercely.
"Yes, Boss," Butch muttered glumly.
The blonde smirked at him. "Boomer." And then the smirk fell. "Get that smug look off your face."
Now Butch smirked, but made sure to do the offending crime behind his angry brother's back. Boomer widened his eyes as looked at him accusingly.
"Brick, look-!?" he cried.
"What?" their redheaded brother snapped darkly.
Butch immediately dropped his smirk, opting to wear an innocent look instead. Brick looked at him dangerously.
"Whaat?" said Butch, feigning innocence as his brother hadn't seen his previous antic, "I did nothing, I swear!"
"Liar!" Boomer howled indignantly in the background.
Brick narrowed his eyes at Butch, waiting for him to crack. Butch did not, although he was fighting internally not to grin out and give away.
"Hn," Brick finally grunted.
Boomer gave him a desperate look. "Brick, I swear he was-"
The Ruff rubbed his temples. "Boomer," Brick interrupted tiredly, "Stop. Both of you stop. Just stop, okay? I swear, you two are going to be the death of me."
Boomer looked around. "Well, at least we're home now," he said, "Let's settle somewhere already. I can't be floating around in the sky forever."
"Let's grab a bite first!" Butch hollered, "I'm starved!"
Boomer nodded. "And then you, ," he pointed to Brick, smirking, "Are to go find us a place like you always do no matter where we happen to be."
Brick sighed. "That's my job, isn't it," he muttered, "All the time."
Boomer patted his back, "You got this."
Brick looked at him dryly. "Getting lectures from the dumb and the dumbest now, huh?" he said sarcastically.
Boomer rolled his eyes, Mm-mm. Now come on! I need to eat."
"Correction," Butch butted in, "We ALL need to eat. You're not the only one with a stomach."
Brick rolled is eyes. "Wow, the Baron of Berserk is giving corrections now. What crazy world am I in this time?"
Boomer grabbed one of their oldest brother's arms while Butch pulled him along with the other.
"You suck, Big Bro," said Boomer.
"We're hungry, man! Stop it with your sarcastic remarks and get us some food!" cried Butch.
"Jeez, hold onto your pants!" Brick grumbled, giving in, "I'm coming! What are you all, babies? We're all adults now, go get your own damn food!"
Both brothers smirked.
"Oh, come on, Dad," said Boomer, "Just feed us already!"
Brick rolled his eyes. "Alright, you dimwitted losers. Come on. Off to the nearest restaurant," he muttered.
His brothers whooped.
He rolled his eyes...again.
Idiots.
As his idiot brothers gobbled down their pizza like kids who'd never seen said pizza before, Brick looked around.
Something sure felt out of place.
The boy didn't know what, but something was definitely wrong with the town. And the people. And the atmosphere.
Things were not how he remembered them.
For one, the moment they'd stepped into the town, something felt off. It was as if there was a dark aura all over the place. Despite the sunshine, the streets felt gloomy and none of the people appeared to be happy.
No one so much as even offered a smile.
Which was a shocker for Brick.
Because one of the things he'd hated about the place back when they were idiotic villainous little kids, he remembered, was the people's ridiculous urge to always smile, to be happy at just about everything and anything, even if they weren't.
To laugh at their silly mistakes, to be easy-going and cheerful with every random stranger they came across.
No amount of villainous attacks or monster rampages EVER dampened down their happiness, and It used to infuriate the Red Ruff.
So the smile-filled, happy-go-lucky Townsville Brick once knew now consisting of people who refused to even stretch their faces or so much as curl their lips upwards was a big change.
And he didn't like it.
People are weird, he thought.
They were all skittish, as if thinking he was someone out to eat them or something.
Secondly, people here who noticed him seemed to shrink back and give him space, not even daring to walk by or with him, while with his brothers, they all deemed them pretty ordinary.
Which was no surprise, since Brick was used to this sort of behavior, already having received it worldwide in every place he and his brothers had ever been to.
Because, face it, a person with red eyes is just creepy.
And not normal.
And Brick knew it.
And got used to it.
He was born in a toilet after all.
...Not the most normal way for a person to be brought into the world. Plus, he'd been a fingerless kid for a while, having mitts instead of hands.
Nose-less, too. And also no ears. And ginormous eyes.
So if he wasn't deemed a freak already, having red irises kinda made others steer towards the abnormal category anyway.
So yeah. Brick was used to it all.
But what surprised him about this oh-so-shocking occurrence was that despite being in Townsville of all places, Townsville, the people were still yet to scream and call for help at the sight of them.
Which was strange. He and his brothers couldn't even be seen walking down a street when they were kids without someone accusing them of evil motives and yelling for help.
They were the Rowdyruff Boys, weren't they? Such scary little beings? Shouldn't we all be running around wildly for our lives, because three little five-year-olds were going to kill us?
Ok, so they had been dangerous, and quite capable of killing but they hadn't, now had they?
Anyway, older folk recognized them. Him, especially. They gave him scrutinizing looks, almost accusing –which of course Brick didn't know why- before quickly turning away.
Why weren't they calling any of their glorious superheroines to save their "endangered souls from the evil Rowdyruff Boys"?
Ahem, no, that had actually been quoted right off of one old man's mouth back when they were kids destructing the place. Brick distinctively remembered said man holler those pathetic pitiful words and had sneered. Real pathetic.
But anyways, where were those girls? Weren't they always spotted somewhere around town? Brick had definitely not seen any flying girls after arriving, he was sure.
And why were the citizens not bolting out of sight and into their homes calling for them?
What even were their names? Flowerfluff Girls? No, that didn't sound right.
Too girly, even for them.
Brick wracked his brain. He remembered once at how he'd been disgusted that Rowdyruff rhymed with whatever their name had been.
Powderpuff Girls?
That didn't sound right either but Brick felt it was somewhat correct.
So where were they?
Huh, thought Brick, I don't know what's going on but I am going to find out some way or another.
Townsville better get ready to open up its book of history, because secrets didn't keep away from Brick for long.
I'm going to get to the bottom of this whether these people like it or not.
Get ready, Guys! Now it's starting!