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Summary: After their creation, Professor Utonium decided he didn't want kids. Out in the street and on their own, what will they do when a helping hand leads them to darkness?

Chapter 03

Bubbles started talking about anything and everything after she walked up to the table with her lunch tray in hand. She sat down just as the cafeteria's doors slammed open, letting Buttercup sprint to their corner table mostly obstacle-free. Those freshmen kept getting in her way. She tried dusting the flour from her hands as she giggled madly. Blossom didn't even bother looking up from the study guide she had made and the textbook she was cross-referencing it to as her sisters joined her at the table.

"And so Brittany told me that Cher told Brad who told Harry—"

"Harry Pitts?" Buttercup asked incredulously as she stole the dessert from the blonde's tray, taking a seat next to Blossom. Bubbles scowled at her but let it slide.

"Yes, Buttercup, the Harry Pitts. Now, as I was saying, Brad told Harry who told Brittany who told me that the Rowdy's have been here for a little under two years, now, and that they have done spectacular things, but nothing so great as to pass us up," the platinum blonde finished, grabbing her chocolate milk and taking a long drink from it, using the straw. The other two girls froze as they looked at their youngest sister, then to each other, Buttercup frozen of the motion of chewing the cookie that was hanging from her lips while Blossom was on the verge of tearing out a page from her textbook.

"Wha?" Buttercup gaped as the half eaten cookie fell from her mouth. She wiped the crumbs off and then stared at her blonde sister. "You've got to be kidding me!"

"How could we have not noticed them before?" Blossom muttered. She abandoned her book in favor of putting her hand on her chin to think. "Bubbles, you said that they were captains of various sports and teams?" the redhead asked. Bubbles nodded.

"Brick is like you, Blossom. He does the sciency-nerdy thing. He's the leader of the school Anime Club, chess club, and our school's DECA chapter. Butch is—"

"Butch," Buttercup interrupted with a lascivious smile on her face. She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, making her sisters laugh.

"Butch plays football, but on defense. He's the captain of the boys' soccer team and has tried to start an all males skateboarding team but failed from lack of interest."

"Don't you mean because this school is filled with nerds and preppy jocks who are afraid of getting on a piece of driftwood with four wheels?" Buttercup asked scornfully. Her sisters nodded.

"You got it. And last but not least. . .Boomer." A blush spread across Bubbles' face as she spoke. She kept her eyes trained on the ground the entire time. "Boomer is more popular, like me. A little more preppy, too. He's the captain of the wrestling, track, and football team. He plays quarterback," Bubbles started. Buttercup just had to interrupt once more.

"Ha! The quarterback to go with your captain of the Cheers team," she started. Bubbles blushed even more.

"Buttercup!" she exclaimed, uncaring for now that said blackette was currently filching nachos from her lunch tray. She just laughed at her blonde sister, stealing another chip.

"What I don't understand is how we haven't noticed them for so long!" Blossom reiterated. Buttercup looked up, another smile in place.

"Especially seeing as how they're that hot!" Buttercup interjected. With one look at their blushing sister, Buttercup and Blossom smiled. "And it seems that only we two have been ignorant of their being here. Bubbles certainly knows Boomer!" Buttercup teased. Bubbles turned redder as she tried to hide her face, her lunch forgotten. Her sisters merely laughed at her. The blonde attempted to stutter her response.

"Of course I have to know about them!" she whispered heatedly as she leaned in, making her sisters do the same in turn. "Not only am I cheer captain, and thus have to get to know the team I'm making the cheers for, but I'm also our intelligence gatherer, remember? I have to know when Elmer Sglue blows his nose! We don't want another Glue Monster, do we?" All three girls shuddered in horror as they recounted that battle. Somehow, the monster had gotten to the Underground and started making a mess everywhere. That was NOT a battle they wanted to repeat.

"Well, you're doing a great job," Buttercup started sarcastically.

"Buttercup!" Blossom admonished.

"What? She had this information and waits until two years later to tell us? Why did she wait so long to tell us?"

"Buttercup, I'm standing right here, you know," Bubbles deadpanned. The blackette merely rolled her eyes. "And I assumed that you two would figure it out eventually. Buttercup, Butch is in your Home Economics class and your Karate class, and Blossom, Brick is your advanced Trigonometry and your advanced placement biochemistry classes. Boomer is in three of my classes, as well," she continued, her blush lightening somewhat.

"You know what they say about assuming something. . ." Buttercup started. Blossom froze as she stared straight ahead. The other two girls didn't notice.

"It makes an ass out of you and me?" a familiar voice asked from behind Bubbles. Buttercup looked up with surprise on her face.

"What are you doing here?" Blossom managed to squeak out. Bubbles was confused. She hadn't turned around yet, but she knew that voice from somewhere. . .she just couldn't place it—

"Mind if we join you? Everywhere else is full." As if on reflex, Bubbles stiffened and blushed bright red. She chanced a look behind her to find out her suspicions were true.

Brick and Boomer stood behind the seated blonde, calmly looking at the girls, expecting answers.

"Right!" Buttercup easily complied, seeing as how her two sisters were paralyzed by the confrontation. Bubbles had forced herself to demurely face her lunch tray, resolutely ignoring them. Blossom did something similar and buried her nose in her books. Buttercup wasn't affected by these two. It was the third brother she had a problem with. "You may sit," she regally stated, lifting her nose to stare down at them as well as she could from her seated position. The effect was ruined by her giggling. Seeing the boys' hesitant faces, she gestured to the open seats next to her sisters. "Go ahead. Sit. My sisters won't bite." Buttercup then had to think for a moment. "Well, at least Bubbles doesn't. I think. . .sit!" she continued, answering Boomer's question as she reached over the table to snag some more of Bubbles' nachos. The blonde looked up long enough to glare at her darker haired sister. The blonde slapped her sister's hand away from her food.

"Go get your own food! Daddy gave you lunch money too!" she snapped, momentarily forgetting their visitors. The warm chuckle from the side reminded her of their male visitors. Her panicked eyes looked to her left to find Boomer sitting down next to her. Bubbles emitted a loud squeak and toppled out of her chair, her feet in the air, giving the male blonde a perfect view of her panties. The quarterback was startled for a few seconds, just staring down at the red faced girl, and then, as if snapping to attention, he leaned over and grabbed her wrist. He pulled her back up onto her seat and put his other hand on her waist to steady her.

"Are you okay?" he asked her. She numbly nodded as she tried to get her bearings, her eyes firmly shut.

As Boomer continued to hover over a disorientated Bubbles, which only made her swoon more, Buttercup turned her attention to her other sister, who seemed to be faring slightly better than their blonde sister. It seemed that the study guide had caught the attention of the DECA captain and he must had asked a question, because the two redheads were already deep in discussion about something.

'Probably about which math equation better explains the theory of nuclear physics, or something,' Buttercup thought dryly. Blossom, at the moment was animatedly explaining something, a flush to her cheeks as she discussed something she loved, gesturing wildly with her hands.

Buttercup smiled despite herself. Standing up from the table, she took her leave. "I'm gonna go get my lunch, so don't sex them up too much, k?" the blackette nonchalantly stated as she got up from her seat. Her sisters reacted violently, jerking so hard to grab at her to not leave them that the table shook. Buttercup danced out of their reach and promised them. "I'll be back. I'm only going to get lunch." 'And to give those four a little time alone,' she thought as she moved to the pizza line, bullying her way to the middle of it. A few seconds later, she saw some of her friends a few people ahead and so skipped to join them.

"Hey, guys," the blackette greeted as she suavely slid up to them. The three guys and the one girl there greeted her in turn.

"What's up, Butters?" a guy wearing a beanie asked, reverting to the group's use of South Park nicknames. The line moved forward, and his trip pants tripped him a bit. The group laughed at the irony.

"Shut up, Cartman! I'm Damian, remember?" Buttercup shot back, the group laughing about their daily arguments.

"You'll always be little Butters to me, Butters," the guy laughed. Buttercup growled and launched herself at him, capturing him in a headlock before giving him a noogie. "I give, I give!" the one dubbed Cartman cringed.

"Come on, D, the line's moved up. I want my pizza!" the only other girl of the group whined. Buttercup shuffled, with the boy's head still in her grasp, a few paces further up the line. Buttercup help him for a few seconds longer and then released him, letting the other two boys and the girl laugh as he took off his beanie to readjust it.

"Yay, pizza!" one of the other boys, a darker skinned teen wearing a red beret, cheered. He was hit lightly on the arm by the other boy, a boy with skin paler than pale and hair so dark, it could almost rival Buttercup's.

"Tucker, we're all excited about pizza but don't exclaim it to the world!"

"But Danny! I wanna! I'm hungry! I haven't eaten all day! I LUUUUUUUUURVE pizza! It can be my master, forever and ever and ever!" the African American boy whined. The other girl sighed. Her dark hair was raised into a ponytail and her purple lipstick matched her eyes. She looped arms with Buttercup's and pulled her to the front of the line, ignoring the rest of the guys.

"So, how is my dear Samantha this fine Friday?" Buttercup asked regally, as if they were two upperclass Socialites.

"Splendid, my dear Buttercup. How are you this fine morning? Any other boys giving you trouble?" Sam asked as she looked back at her boyfriend and his two friends. At Buttercup's scowl, Sam laughed. "Oh, dear, we really need you to get a boyfriend, don't we?" the goth asked.

"Men are the filthiest of creatures on this planet. If they're not good for fucking, they could all just die. The only man I need in my life is my father," Buttercup bit angrily. Sam giggled and patted Buttercup's arm in a comforting manner.

"Too true, too true," she stated. They were about to advance in line to receive their pizza: combo and vegetarian respectively, when the doors to the cafeteria slammed open once more to reveal an extremely pissed off Butch.

He was doused in flour, covered so thick that not even the black of his hair could show through. Buttercup took one look at him and couldn't help giggling. She withdrew her arm from Sam's to double over. She was the only one in the lunch room to outright laugh. Sam was beside her, trying to stifle her giggle, but everyone else waited with bated breath. Even Brick, Boomer, Blossom, and Bubbles had their attention on the flour covered boy in the doorway. His chest heaved with every enraged breath he took, and when Buttercup finally regained her breath to look up at him, she admired the way his muscles rippled under his clothes.

His emerald eyes burned with the desire to get revenge, and when his eyes picked out Buttercup in the lunchline, he started towards her. The dark haired female wasted no time in dropping everything and, cackling the whole way, dashing out the lunchroom, as if a Hell Hound were on her heels.

Butch was so angry, he might as well been one.

As he chased after her, Butch was merely a streak of dark green light. After he burst back out into the hallway, it took a few seconds of silence before anyone in the lunch room dared to make noise again.

Blossom and Bubbles stared at the lunchroom doors, despair eating away at the blonde's stomach as she was suddenly reminded about tonight. Daddy hadn't made his decision yet, and Buttercup getting in trouble would definitely put him in a bad mood!

Bubbles sat, just looking at her tray, ignoring the rest of her lunch. She ended up ignoring Boomer too. He exchanged looks with Brick, and then looked back to Bubbles, trying to figure out how to cheer her up.

Blossom had already turned back to Brick and with an expectant air, waited patiently for him to continue their conversation where he had left off. With the barest of nods, he started talking again, explaining how his last science fair project had gone. Blossom kept her face looking interested, as if she were still paying attention to him, when she was really listening for Buttercup. If she needed her sisters at all, they would go to her, boys or not. Even if they had to break their father's rules and use their powers to get there, they would always go to each other.

A streak of green light flashed past the window, another flash of green light following it closely after, the second one darker than the first. Blossom's eyes widened. A crash shook the entire school building.

"Buttercup?" she shrieked as she jumped up out of her seat. Her shout woke Bubbles up from the stupor she was in and both girls ran to the window to get a better look.

The entire wall of the school was gone, a gaping void filling the space. Piles of bricks laid everywhere, and Butch stood at the edge of it, horror filling his face.

"BUTTERCUP!" Bubbles screamed as Blossom let out a whispered, "No." The two of them sprinted outside.

Butch stood, immobile, flour still clinging to his hair and shirt, just looking at the hole he had made in the side of the school when he had thrown Buttercup. A sick feeling pooled in his stomach. No normal girl would have been able to survive that. And with his strength. . .Butch swallowed heavily, apprehensively watching her sisters as they stumbled around the rubble pile for their sister.

'They're dead sister,' he thought bitterly to himself. And he was doing so good at this school, too. This one little slip-up was going to cost him and his brothers dearly.

The skater boy took to the sky in a flash of green light and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Blossom and Bubbles dug frantically through the rubble. The redhead's breaths were coming out in small pants, anxiety building up in her. Buttercup just had to be in here, she just had to be!

"Anything yet?" she called out to her blonde sister.

"Nothing!" Bubbles replied, her voice carrying her tears. Blossom paused and closed her eyes, trying to listen for something, anything! It was hard to hear anything with the hoards of students starting to filter out from the cafeteria, to see what was going on. Nothing. . .there! That slow heartbeat that lay underneath the bricks. Blossom opened her eyes and followed the sound to a concrete slab that fell from the ceiling. The redhead searched through whatever cracks she could find for anything to indicate her sister was there.

"Bubbles, over here!" Blossom screamed as she spotted the small movement of a hand coming out of the darkness. In a flash, the cheerleader was by her sister, and with an unusual amount of strength for normal girls, they lifted the giant concrete slap. It fell off to the side to reveal a broken up Buttercup, with cuts and bruises littering her body. A gash split open her left temple. Blood gushed out at an alarming rate. 'Calm down, Blossom, head wounds bleed more,' she thought to herself as she grabbed her sister under her armpits. "Grab her legs, Bubbles." When she didn't move, Blossom snapped at her. "Bubbles!" The blonde looked at her, tears filling her eyes. "Her legs! We need to get her to the nurse's office!" she exclaimed. The cheerleader nodded and wrapped her arms around Buttercup's legs. Simultaneously, the two lifted up and started carrying their sister to the health room.

Brick and Boomer watched through the window of the lunch room as Blossom and Bubbles carried their sister away.

"So far, they haven't been much of what the reports had told us," Boomer said as the crowd around the new archway leading inside grew.

"Then again, the reports did come from Ms. Morbucks. I've heard from several students and townspeople alike that she's been jealous of the Freyets since kindergarten" Brick explained. The two stood in silence for a few seconds, just watching as teachers erupted from side doors, trying to get students to go back to class. "Well, Butch sure did a good job in destroying the wall and injuring the only person he wanted to injure. . .I'm surprised there aren't any casualties like last time."

"Should we go look for him?" Boomer asked as the bell rang for next period. The redhead shook his head.

"Butch needs to cool off. Let him be, he'll be back by the end of the day." The crowd slowly dissipated, a large number of freshmen running, afraid they would be late to their next class. The brothers started walking to the exit of the cafeteria when Brick saw pink out of the corner of his eye. "You go on ahead, okay? I gotta give Red her books." He gestured to the notebook and textbook that both lay open on the table.

"Alright, dude. I'll see you in class," Boomer replied, and he left for his programming class. Brick took one last look out the window at the hole in the wall, then turned around, gathered up Blossom's things, and left for the health room.

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