I've had this entire story planned out, but I've been writing constantly for school and writing has become so redundant, I barely commit to it outside of my study.

But I won't leave this story unfinished. The chapters may be short, but they will all be submitted once every two weeks.

Chapters are still being revised from before (I have so many errors, lol).

Careful Blues

This chamber, enclosed with an illuminating green color, was larger than any room Buttercup had ever been inside. Amazing, she thought, how Mojo could map out a layout of a normal home with much secrecy within its walls. Everything on the outside seemed to fit in with the community. On the inside, however, there were many corridors that lead to labs, filled with potions and others filled with information on anyone who struck Mojo of importance.

"Jeez, monkey-"

"Stop calling me that," he sighed with rolling eyes.

"If I had to give it to you on something, I'd give it to you on your architectural intelligence," Buttercup then laughed, "Professor should really use blueprints for a home like this, I'm sick of sharing with Bubbles,"

"Whether you sleep in a bed, or in a dog shed-" Mojo deeply intended his omitted concern as he continued, "I don't care. Now help me lift this brat into the room,"

She complied, flying over to lift Butch with her impressive might, lying his motionless figure gently on the ground as to not stir him awake. Blossom limply walked into the room, covering her eyes with her arm as she did.

She coarsely attempted to shriek, "Mojo! It's so bright!"

"It has to be," he replied, recollecting a tone of matter-of-factly from his bothered tone from Buttercup, "It's meant to stimulate any scenario you could think of. Reality is not made of dim nothingness, it is bright, and entranced with much color. Green can be manipulated to recreate any color you see in the real world,"

"So this is your plan, huh?" Buttercup chuckled, but no humor was present, "Get us to train in this room? Not to give your buttons a push, but Professor has trained us daily ever since we were young girls. We can handle it all,"

"Not from what I've witnessed," Mojo unlocked a the only door within the room aside from the entrance, closing it behind him, then reappearing behind a clear screen that automatically appeared from a press of a button, "You'll be fighting a near-perfect recreation of HIM, with all his information planted into this hard drive that I've collected on him over the years,"

"HIM is more powerful than ever, and it's not because he's become stronger," Buttercup sighed, "It's because he has Bubbles' baby. That aside, it wasn't HIM who caught us off-guard,"

She gave a sincere scowl of disgust over her shoulder, her eyes set on the her sleeping equal, "It was those irritating, no-good-for-nothing, absolutely abominable, horrendous-"

Mojo intercepted her continuous train of insults, "Mind you, brat, but those are equally my creations and children as you are the Professor's. I take pride in my accomplishments on the boys, albeit they decided to abandon me, call me painful names, never visit..."

It was now Buttercup who added on for him, "They've never made you proud. I get it," she breathed out, feeling exasperation in her breath, "Look, back onto this whole, 'get the most powerful six humanoids together and save Townsville' idea, how are you going to be sure what we fight in here is even what we'll be fighting if this plan works? What about Bubbles' baby?"

"If I had to say I knew anyone like the back of my hand other than the Professor," Mojo smirked, pride emitting from his voice, "I would say I can read HIM like no other. He wouldn't know how to progress the infant into a powerful force of nature. The only one I could think of who could comprehend the infant's abilities, if it even possess any, which I'm most certain it does, would be the Professor,"

Blossom struggled to contain her sudden strike of concern, "Professor? Where is he?"

"He called me before I assembled myself to get all of you brats," Mojo then realized an important aspect, "Which reminds me, I still need three others,"

"I don't know, this plan to me just isn't well thought out. The guy wanted me dead just hours ago," Buttercup said.

Mojo scratched his head, "For the abusive female brat, you do fight with words, too. I'd expect you to just do what you do best and practice your strength, rather than question me about what your father decided to pursue,"

"Buttercup, Mojo is right," Blossom regained most of her voice, her healing agent attending to her wounds now, "Professor sees this as our only hope. We can't let him down,"

"I just don't see it happening, Blossom!" Buttercup yelled, then calmed herself, "I don't see it working out. Butch... He wants me dead, Blossom. Boomer wants Bubbles and our nephew dead! And out of all of us, you have the ruff who planned this all out in the first place! What's to say he can't plan something that might work? He's done it before! He's been so close to winning, Bloss,"

"He won't win. Neither of them will. If we can see that our home depends on it, I'm sure they will fight for the justice on protecting it," Blossom smiled, "I believe in the Professor. He's always seen the right in all the wrong, and if working together may be right, then we must at least try and figure if it is or not,"

"Smart brat," Mojo smirked, "You were always head to head with Brick. The both of you couldn't stop thinking ahead. You're always prepared,"

He directed a glare to Buttercup, "But you-you have no patience. You simply can not manage to set aside your in differences and your pasts to attempt this,"

"Look, I may not be as smart as Blossom," she reverted to a hardened tone, "but that doesn't mean I'm not smart at all. This isn't going to work. Professor didn't think this one through well enough. I doubt you're doing this for the good of Townsville,"

"Buttercup, we should-"

"No, Blossom, I can see where this will end. Mojo is planning something, and if you're too blind to see it," Buttercup scoffed, "then I'll see if for you. We're not doing this, we're not,"

"Yes, we are,"

Buttercup repeated her decision, and Blossom headed to her side, understanding that she wasn't prepared to make truce just yet with their most threatening rivals. Blossom could comprehend her reaction to it all, she also felt the fear of walking into a trap, but she also knew the grand possibilities of creating a team between the trios to counter HIM's evil doings.

She just had to act tough, and she knew Buttercup could manage that far better than any other person she knew. On her end, however, she wasn't at terms with Brick, especially after her near-death experience before Mojo appeared. The boys had changed, drastically.

Mojo also felt slight anxiety. He knew what his boys were capable of, and compromising (although a gigantic risk to take if it involved the Powerpuffs) was a speciality of Brick's. In fact, the devotion Blossom expressed in acting out Professor's plan, would be an exact replica of Brick's reaction if he had a figure in his life he'd been close to.

He meant for it to be that way. He wanted his creations to collide with the girls; to prove to the Professor that he could also create a force to be reckoned. But he was unsure if convincing the boys would be even possible.

The room, in an instant, became immensely silent.

Butch had healed the major wounds, and had began to twitch awake.