Buttercup was currently flying above the city of Townsville, just wanting to get home, and not really paying attention to her flight as much as the thoughts in the back of her mind that were constantly pestering her. She couldn't tell if it was just from being around the Ruffs and having to get used to trusting them, or something telling her she shouldn't, though midway through her travel, she heard a loud roar followed by the sounds of screaming civilians that made her come to a halt in the air. She could see two cars being thrown in the air, the people inside screaming in terror. She quickly flew over and caught one, and then caught the next one on top of it. She lowered to the ground to put the cars back down, and then she focused back on what had thrown the cars, which was an oversized robot that had begun stomping around, threatening to destroy Townsville. It looked like it had been made out of junkyard scrap at best. It had a decayed colour to it, one arm being a lot bigger than the other.
"Sheesh… talk about a downgrade," Buttercup growled, darting at it, leaving a green streak of light behind her. She punched at the back of the left leg, forcing the strange mechanical monster to fall onto one leg, having had one of its own majorly dented. She flew around to the head of it, seeing its gears for eyes. She glared, her eyes glowing red before firing a ray of heat vision that dug into its head. The monster pulled back and smashed her with its big arm, sending her into the side of a building.
Buttercup groaned, watching it pick up a few empty cars that had been abandoned by the panicked civilians before it opened its mouth and ate them whole. The sound of metal crunching just was grating on her ears. Before she realized it, the monster was back on its feet, and its face was recovered like she had not touched it. Its oversized arm threw into her again, smashing a chunk out of the side of the building. Its arm stopped midway in the dust, and Buttercup was standing there, having caught it. She pulled, and ripped its arm out. It was easy, like tearing a sheet of thin paper, that she had to wonder why it hit so hard if it was not assembled that well.
Buttercup raised an eyebrow, the robot falling backwards onto another building like it had ran out of energy. She let its arm go and flew up, looking it over. It had ceased function entirely, though it didn't stop her from smashing its head to make sure the robot stayed broken, unaware of the strange silver dust that was going off the side of it and crawling off the building.
Buttercup only heard the sounds of cheering from the people below, and she saw another two streaks of light approaching. "Buttercup! We're here to help- whoa!" Blossom stopped mid-sentence seeing the already beaten robot. "What is that?" Bubbles questioned. "No clue. It just kinda gave up and let me smash it…" Buttercup shrugged, a bit disappointed by the easy surrender of the robot. "Come on. Let's go home," Blossom insisted, wanting to treat her sister's injuries herself. They flew off to get home after the strange encounter.
Meanwhile, Brick arrived to an apartment complex, his blonde brother beside him. "Who's making dinner tonight?" Boomer asked while taking off his glasses and putting them away in his pocket. "Doesn't look like Butch is home, so looks like you are tonight," the orange haired boy joked. Boomer just sighed and went off to the kitchen to begin cooking. Brick saw the letters on the nearby table, presuming Butch had brought them in before going out again. Their apartment's living room seemed somewhat empty aside, from a coffee table and a big couch that looked like it had been pulled from a junkyard. One of the letters was from an all too familiar name, Mojo Jojo. He just glared at it, and letting his heat vision do the honours of roasting the paper, and turning into a small pile of ash. "What was that?" Boomer called out having heard the sound of the familiar heat vision. "Nothing, just killing a fly!" he called out before hearing the door open.
Brick saw a boy with black hair enter. He was wearing a green coat that had black scythes imprinted on the back. "Hey, Butch- what the...!" he saw his sibling who was standing there. One of his eyes were slightly swollen and his face was quite bruised. Butch was the more aggressive of the three of them. They liked to consider this, but being demoralized from his own father had really made him a lot less hot headed. At that point, it was like he had lost all of his emotions. "You okay dude?" Brick asked, his spiky haired brother stepping in and shutting the door, sighing. "Yes…" he answered, pulling out an envelope and handing it to Brick. Butch just began walking to his room. The envelope was full of money. Brick presumed it was payday, but he didn't normally go flashing it so often.
"How'd you get this?" Brick questioned, not getting a response before hearing the door to his room close. He just sighed, guessing he could at least put the money toward something, though the worries for his brother were starting to get a bit too much for him to handle. He had an idea, however. Maybe his new friend could help him. "Dinners ready!" Boomer called out. Brick just pocketed the money and headed to the kitchen to eat.