Authors Note: I want to apologize, for this chapter being so short. But I wanted this one to be mostly filler, I hope you all enjoy.
Bubbles and Butch had flown all the way back to the workshop of a hideout. The two seemed to be a lot calmer with each other, though they clearly were unhappy after that prank went horribly wrong. The green boy opened the metal shutter, the two of them entering back into their home, the shutter slamming shut behind them when he let go.
"Looks like neither of them are home yet," Butch commented. He was trying to figure out what went wrong in his mind. The only logical conclusions to the power core going crazy were either Mojo Jojo's robot was faulty to begin with, or Brick messed up when tinkering with it and made it an explosive by accident.
"What are we going to do?" Bubbles asked while going over to the couch and taking a seat. She needed to regain her composure, still being quite rattled by that violent explosion. She still was glad to have saved Mojo's life, nonetheless. Her friend seemed to have no clue.
"Let the others know and just move on," Butch responded. That seemed to be the best idea to try and forget this entirely. No one was gravely wounded, and the only damage was a destroyed robot. The blonde girl was glad to have had things turn out with minimal casualties. It was refreshing feeling to know that all three ruffs liked her now, since Butch had started treating her better and warming up to her more.
"I guess you're right… Brick won't be happy when we tell him he made a bomb…" Bubbles muttered in agreement, though saw her friend smirk.
"Really, that might make him happy," Butch reassured while sitting down beside her that she would be amazed by how entertaining explosions were to the boys. If their leader accidentally acquired bomb crafting skills, then it was just a bonus, not like it took much effort to cause explosions before.
The two spent only an hour trying to relax while waiting for the other ruffs to appear. Bubbles was almost asleep on the couch and Butch had disappeared to the bedroom a while back, presumably to try and clean himself up, though as the blonde girl rested, she began to feel her mind wander about. She missed her family, and she was recalling older memories. She kept telling herself what she was doing was right, and it felt right. But some other part of her was telling her that all of this was pointless. It was like a mental angel and devil pressuring her to decide what was right or wrong. Bubbles enjoyed being with the rowdyruffs, and becoming one. Making enemies into friends was great, but she couldn't shake that weird thought in the back of her mind that made her feel like this was all pointless in the end, especially all the training she had done. She had no idea why she thought that.
"Earth to Bubbles! Hello!" she suddenly heard, snapping out of her trance. She saw Boomer standing there in front of the couch.
"Oh! Sorry… hi, Boomer," Bubbles responded, welcoming her counterpart back. Brick was not far away, holding a small wrapped box which looked like a present. He was talking with Butch, being informed of all that had occurred with the prank that went wrong. She had been so deep in thought that she hadn't even noticed either of them come in.
"Sheesh, you had me worried…" Boomer sighed in relief, seeing her stand up. She didn't mean to worry him at all. She saw Brick set the small wrapped box down on a nearby table. Now that everyone seemed alright, it seemed like the best time to talk.
"So I hear the prank went off with a bang," Brick joked, though the green ruff didn't exactly have any pleasure from that, since they could have very well killed their own creator. No matter how much Butch hated him with a passion, murder was one thing the rowdyruffs did not do.
"Yeah, you messed up and made a bomb!" Butch retorted, blaming it all on their leader. Brick showed no real care in the matter. Accident or not, he tried his best to rig it. It was confusing to him how it went wrong, but he assumed he messed up while changing the wiring.
"Butch, calm down, no one got hurt too bad," Bubbles insisted for him to calm down. There was no point in a brawl between them over something that was out of their control. They had chosen to try and play a prank and it went wrong. They just had to live with it and move on.
"Who's the present for?" the blue girl attempted to change the topic, wondering who the present was for that Brick and Boomer had went to get prepared. Their orange haired leader seemed quite proud of it, picking it up and presenting it to the group.
"It's a gift… for all of us!" Brick claimed. Boomer seemed to already know what the contents were. She carefully ripped the wrapping paper before pulling the top off. The present inside revealed four rings. Each one had two big R symbols to symbolize the rowdyruffs.
"Oh, wow…!" Butch said, taking one of the rings. It fit perfectly around his finger. Bubbles didn't know either of the boys knew how to make jewellery, though upon closer inspections, it seemed these rings were made out of scrap metal, bent and created with heavy use of heat vision. It was the thought that counted.
"It's great!" Bubbles said, glad they cared enough to let her share this gift. It was a great distraction from the accidental terrorism. Boomer smiled, glad to see her happy. He had worked hard with his brother to make these. It spoiled the surprise for himself in some way, but it was worth it.
"We need to celebrate. Who's up for pizza?" Boomer offered. Everyone seemed to agree with the idea.
"Good! We can go rob some delivery guy," Butch smirked. Bubbles didn't like the idea, but as long as they didn't hurt anybody. The four of them headed off, ready to go try and relax to forget about the prank going horribly wrong.