AN: So I'm introducing an OC in this chapter by Author Candidate-James Scott. You'll find out her name and what she's like later ;), hope you enjoy!

Professor's POV

HIM wrote on the paper with a furious scowl drawn onto his already demonic face. I always felt nervous when he wrote out these challenges, but for some reason I felt like he wanted her dead. She didn't have her powers, but her sisters did, they would protect her, right?

"HIM, what are you thinking?" He slowly turned his gaze and jerked his head when his eyes met mine, making me flinch.

"You'll see in a short while Professor!" He didn't even bother to hide the demonic growl that was his real voice. He wrote for a few more minutes and then stopped, a wicked smirk on his face. He walked over to me and held it out so I could read it. My eyes widened at his challenge. What had my daughter done to make him so angry at her?

? POV

I don't understand why she's getting so much attention! She's all over the news because of a few publicity stunts, so what?! ANYONE CAN LAY ON A TRAIN TRACK, JUMP OUT OF A MOVING CAR, AND WEAR LINGERIE IN PUBLIC! It's just that nobody else is dumb enough to do it!

Wait… that was mean, I feel awful for thinking that, You never know what someone's going through… I'll find her and see what's going through her head, maybe I can help her!

Buttercup's POV

I woke up smiling, still remembering my conversation with my sisters last night, maybe they could help me out with all the press crap too, but they couldn't really have any evidence that I had good reasoning behind everything. I sighed in exasperation, already tired of these challenges and walked over to the red piece of paper.

"You've gotta be fuckin kidding me!" There was no fucking way he actually wanted me to do this.

"Hello Buttercup. I see you made friends with your sisters again, but they won't be around to help you since I have them an incredibly important mission to do three cities away! Why can't they be here? Well it would take the fun out of watching you fall to your death if you can't make it across the tightrope I had set up for you between the two highest skyscrapers in Townsville. Don't forget, if you do fail, both you and the Professor die! You by default and the Professor by whatever means I deem necessary! Break a leg… or two."

I could tell he was angry with me, but I couldn't tell what for, I've done everything he's told me to do and followed all the rules, something I almost NEVER do! I walked downstairs to see a note on the table in Blossom's handwriting: "Hey, Bubbles and I were called for a mission today in Megaville and since your powers aren't working right now we thought it would be dangerous to bring you along. We should be there for the day so please try not to get yourself killed while we're gone. We both love you! -Blossom and Bubbles"

The letter almost made me smile, but then I remembered that they were out there so I COULD possibly get myself killed. For a moment, I considered just giving up and just telling HIM to kill me so at least one of us could live, but my fighting spirit wouldn't allow me to just give up. I ran upstairs and got myself ready, changing into a mint green muscle tank with a knot in the front, a black bandeau under it and a pair of shredded white jean shorts. I threw my hair up in a messy bun so it would stay out of my face and put on my everyday makeup. That was where the easy stuff ended, what shoes was I going to wear? Normally, I'd have no concern whatsoever for what shoes I was going to wear, but if I was going to be walking across a thin rope between the two highest buildings in Townsville, I wanted all the advantages I could get.

After careful consideration, I realized that my all white nike free runs were my best option. I threw them on and ran downstairs to pop four waffles in the toaster since I didn't feel like cooking this morning. It didn't take more than three minutes for me to devour the waffles since they were, after all, one of my favorite breakfast foods. As I was about to leave, I realized that I could possibly die during this challenge, so I left a note for when they came back.

"I don't know if I'm going to die or not, but just in case I do, I need you to know that this wasn't suicide and I love you guys so much. I can't tell you what really happened because it's part of the rules, but I can tell you I wouldn't just walk between two high buildings without my powers just for fun. If I die, I'm sorry I failed our family. -Buttercup"

I looked over the note and once I looked it over to make sure I had everything I wanted to say in it, I folded it and ran it up to my room to put on my bed. With that being done, I made my way out to the tallest skyscrapers. The breeze felt great with the hot weather, but my smile faded and blood drained from my face when I realized that a breeze was HORRIBLE when walking a tightrope! "Fuck my life…" I mumbled to myself as I walked down the streets, earning some glares and judgemental looks. At this point in my life, I learned to ignore it all and for that, I was glad.

Somehow I managed to make it to the skyscraper without getting caught by the press or stopped by a random parent who wanted to 'fix' my 'behavioral issue'. I opened the door and got in the elevator, and to my displeasure, a businessman was already on it. The man gave me a weird look and I stuck my tongue out at him in what I will admit, a childish manner. He rolled his eyes and asked out of obligation, "What floor?" I didn't look at him as I answered.

"The roof." He didn't respond and I didn't hear a button click, so I turned my head towards his direction to see him staring at me, a conflicted look in his eyes, as if he was wondering whether he should let me up there or not. "I'm not gonna jump off if that what you're worried about." I felt kinda grateful that he was concerned, but also agitated that he pinned me as that kind of person.

He nodded slowly and pressed the button hesitantly, as if he was still having doubts. The elevator trip was the single most awkward thing I've ever done in my life, aside from the one time Blossom forced me to tell the Professor about my first kiss in seventh grade. At the ninth floor, he got off and I breathed a sigh of relief, making me realize I had been holding back on my breathing so I wouldn't make a sound. The rest of the ride up was pretty smooth and eventually, I reached the roof, or as the elevator called it, floor 67.

Upon leaving the elevator, I was almost blown over by a strong gust of wind. "Fuck… I'm going to die today." I waited for the wind to calm down and walked towards the edge of the building, right in front of the rope. Right when I was about to step on it, another wind blew by, nearly pushing me over the edge and right in the middle of rush hour traffic. I once again waited for the wind to die down, and without giving the wind a chance to change its mind and come back, I jumped onto the rope, knowing that the longer I waited, the more I would overthink it.

I looked only to the other skyscraper, not even daring to look down, even when some people started commenting from below. I tried to ignore them, but some were just harsh.

"Who the fuck is that dumb to walk a tightrope between two buildings on a windy day?"

"I hope they fall, maybe then we can be witnesses on the news…"

"That looked just like the green Puff! Even from down here I can tell it's her!"

"Yeah, let her fall then. It's not like she's that useful without her powers anyways…"

I gritted my teeth as I put one foot in front of the other, willing myself not to lose focus. I couldn't tell how far along I was since I refused to look down, but it looked like I had gotten around halfway across. My confidence boosted at my progress, but as I went to take the next step, the wind blew hard again. I started to panic, but remembered my days on wii fit and leaned the opposite way of the wind by a little bit to compensate for the way I was being pushed. Just when I thought I was safe, the wind stopped blowing and I began to lose balance from leaning to the other side. I started to fall and Closed my eyes, but in some stroke of luck, the wind picked up again, but this time heavier. I quickly caught my balance, not wanting to have another near death experience like the one I just had before. I was getting close to the other side and I made the mistake of letting my guard down. The doors to the elevator opened and a group of police were on the roof.

"GET DOWN FROM THERE!"

I actually jumped and lost my footing completely.

My heart flew up to my threat not even letting me scream as I started to fall. In a bout of panic, I flailed my arms around to find anything and I managed to get a weak hold on the rope, my fingers slipping fast. I heard a few groans of disappointment below and I didn't know whether to be pissed or hurt, these were the people I spent my whole childhood saving! Before my hand could fully slip I threw my other one up, catching myself and getting a better grip with my first hand. I took a deep breath and prayed that my gymnastics training would pay off. I swung back and forth until I had enough leverage to flip myself above the rope so I was above it in a handstand. I knew very well that trying to get back on my feet would be suicide, so I finished crossing it with my hands. One hand in front of the other, I managed to make it the rest of the way, falling on my back with a headrush. I took my time gathering myself and angrily shot up to face the police that did the dumbest thing in the world by scaring someone on a fucking tightrope.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?! YOU DON'T SCARE SOMEONE WHEN THEY'RE TRYING TO BALANCE ON A FUCKING TIGHTROPE! THAT'S HOW PEOPLE FUCKING DIE! IT'S NOT EVEN FUCKING ILLEGAL!" I was so mad at this point that I didn't give a fuck that I just completely disrespected the law enforcement. THEY ALMOST GOT ME AND THE PROFESSOR KILLED! I quickly calmed myself down and went in the elevator of the skyscraper I was on.

I was proud of myself the whole way down that I was able to complete the challenge, if I could do that, I could handle the other 46. Sixty-eight floors later, this one was a floor taller, I got to the ground level of the skyscraper and prepared myself for the hate and beratement I knew I was going to get, but I could take it, this was for the Professor after all.

I took in a deep breath and walked through the automatic doors, hoping to skip the crowd, but it seemed my luck had run out for the day since I got bombarded with angry parents and random civilians yelling all at one time. I couldn't even make out what any of them were saying and it started giving me a pretty nasty headache.

"SHUT UP!" I shrieked as loud as I could and it seemed to have the desired effect since the whole block went almost silent. "Now why don't you talk one at a time so I can actually hear how much each of you hate me? Don't think I didn't hear most of your comments." Some people had the decency to look guilty, but others looked like they didn't care that I knew.

"You're a terrible influence on our kids! You're supposed to be a superhero and you're the worst teenager out there!" I raised a brow at that one and decided to be a little sarcastic.

"Well I wouldn't say the worst since I've taken plenty of teenagers in gangs with homicidal tendencies off the streets to keep you guys safe and I'm glad I have such an impact on your kids' lives!" The mother snorted in disgust at my reply and stormed away, her son looking up at me in admiration, he couldn't be over 10. "Hey kid, I don't recommend acting like me though, I don't want you getting hurt!" The crowd looked at me in surprise that I had just looked out for a kid even though his mother was so rude to me. I honestly had a soft spot for kids and it would actually kill me if one got hurt trying to imitate me.

"Who do you think you are? Yelling at the police with such language? Yellin' at the press with such language? Yellin' at civilians with that kinda language?" I chuckled at this guy, he didn't have the whole story to anything.

"Well first off, I think- no, I KNOW I'm Buttercup Utonium. Second, the police scared the absolute SHIT outta me while I was trying to balance on a tightrope and almost got me killed. Third, the press have been twisting around stories and leaving out details to make me look bad, why the hell wouldn't I? And fourth, I guess you're talking about that soccer mom. Well jagirl Stacy was talkin' shit about me to her friends so I just jumped in to stick up for myself since nobody else would." The man looked at me, obvious contempt in his eyes, obviously sceptical of my answer. "Believe me or not, I don't care, but it's the truth." He scowled and walked away from the crowd.

"You said the police almost got you killed, but if you fell, you could've just flown! I'm calling bullshit on all of your answers." I raised a brow, I was about to expose this man so hard.

"Well… sir. When the professor went on his business trip, he took my powers with him since he didn't trust me completely with them while he was gone. Now, it would be a little hard to fly without powers, don't you think? Well since you don't have powers and can't fly, I think you know the answer, but if you're too ignorant to know that too, I'll spell it out for you. It's not really possible to fly without powers." I finished my petty response with a sarcastic smile. The man huffed loudly and looked thoroughly embarrassed. "Now. Any more questions?" I waited a moment but didn't hear anything. "No? A while ago it sounded like a lot more of you wanted to talk… funny how people are scared to say something when someone knows they said it. You all hate me for saying what I'm thinking all the time, but at least I'm not fake. I put things as it is. I'm up front about stuff. You don't have to worry about me talking behind your backs, but I guess not everyone's like that…" with that, I turned my back and started to walk home, pushing past the press, who were also for once, absolutely silent.

? POV

I stood in an alley waiting for her to pass and I saw a girl around my age walk by, it was her. I reached out and grabbed her forearm, pulling her in and slamming her hard into the wall. "What the fuck?" She winced in pain as her head hit the wall and I frowned at her language.

"Hello, Buttercup. I just want to let you know that you aren't all that! You do all this crazy shit for attention and a lot of people can't see through it, but I can and you need to stop! You're really only making your life harder and I'm not sure if you've noticed, but the attention you're getting isn't positive." I hissed out my lecture to her and she just gave me a dark look.

"Look. I don't know who the FUCK you are, but you better get the hell offa me. I might not have powers right now, but I'm not scared to kick some random chick's ass if she gets on my bad side. Obviously you are too fucking dense to realize this, but I'm not doing any of this shit for attention. Hell, I don't even WANT to do any of it! I fucking HAVE to! I'm fucking aware that Townsville hates me despite me saving their asses since I was fucking five! You don't have to fucking tell me this shit you fucking bitch! Don't try to fucking judge someone when you haven't heard their side of the story. My creator, the professor has always told me not to judge someone until you've walked in their shoes, and if he met you, he would be absolutely disgusted, and so as I. The reality is that YOU can't see through anything because there is NOTHING to see through! Everything I say is nothing but the fucking truth and it's not my fault that little pieces of shit like you are to ignorant to see that." I dropped her in shock and felt my eyes start to tear up. Nobody has ever said something so derogatory towards me before in my life, and the worst part is that with the way she said it, it sounded true.

I let out a whimper and a few tears streamed down my face. She groaned in exasperation and yelled at me. "What the fuck is WRONG with you?! You yell at me one second and cry like a bipolar bitch the next? Who even are you?" I start sobbing violently and she cringed, her glare almost disappearing completely. "Wait- don't cry, ugh I didn't mean to- er… I'm- ugh I'm not good with crying people! What do you want me to do? Shit, I'm so bad at this kinda shit…" I put my face in my hands and started crying harder. I was surprised to feel a pair of arms wrap around my shoulders and pull me closer. "It's ok… Look, I'm not mad anymore! I'm not gonna kick your ass! What else do you want? Please stop crying! If I buy you ice cream will you stop? Shit, I don't have enough money on me for that right now, but I do have a chipotle gift card, I'll give it to you!"

I started to cry harder as she tried so hard to make me feel better. I had just accused her of being a terrible person and here she was trying to make me feel better. "DAMMIT WHAT DO YOU WANT?! IM SORRRRRRR- sooooooor- ugh I can't do it! I'm sooooorrrrrrrrrrr- ugh! Please just stop crying!" My sobs turned into giggles at her failed attempt to apologize. I had heard about her difficulty with apologizing, but I had never imagined it was that bad. I pulled away from her and started cracking up when I saw the baffled look on her face and the chipotle gift card she was holding up.

"So you're better now?" She asked me when I finally stopped laughing.

"Yeah, sorry about that… I- I'm sorry, that was wrong of me to do that to you… can you forgive me?" I have heard rumors about her ability to hold a grudge and cringed in anticipation for her to blow up, so you could imagine my surprise when she responded how she did.

"Yeah, sure." I looked up at her to see a smile on her face, amusement in her eyes.

"You- you aren't going to hate me until I die?" She looked at me strangely for a moment then busted into a loud laughter that made me laugh a little with her, how could everyone hate this girl?

"I guess that came from that stupid rumor about me holding grudges right?" I nodded slowly and she smiled lightly and shook her head. "Ah these rumors kill me. You want someone to hold a grudge, cross Blossom, I usually forget about things by the end of the day. I swear Blossom still brings up the time I had a crush on Ace when I was five…" I laughed a little at my severe misconception. "Hey kid, who are you?" I looked back up at her, her gaze inquisitive.

"I'm Kitty Hearts, I'm 16 almost 17 at Townsville High." She smiled at me and giggled a little.

"Ok, well I'm gonna call you Kit because Kitty sounds a tad like a pet name. And you already know this, but I'm Buttercup Utonium, I'm 18, 19 in about 9 months at Pokey Oakes High." I let a frown cross my face at what she said about my name.

"It's not my fault my parent's named me that!-" she put her hands up and laughed a little.

"Woah now Kit, I didn't mean to offend you! Calm down I didn't mean anything by it!" I let myself calm down and blushed in embarrassment.

"Sorry…" she smiled brightly at me.

"Don't worry about it!" That was when I remembered what I thought about earlier.

"Look, I want to help you. I see that you don't have many people on your side, but I want to be there. I just need to know what's going through your head…" her smile dropped and she looked towards the ground.

"I appreciate that Kit, but I'm not allowed to tell why I'm actually doing this… It's against the rules. I really do wish I could tell you more, but I can't, that's all I told my sisters too. I'm just scared I'm going to have to do something that will ruin my life forever…" I was surprised that she was just spilling her feelings to me, I knew that she wasn't the type to do that, that wasn't a rumor, it was a fact. Suddenly her head snapped up in realization. "Shit! Please keep this conversation between us, I like to keep an emotionally collected persona, I'm sure you know that. I don't know why I just did that, I never just talk about my feelings? Damn this challenge is fucking with my head…" both of our eyes widened and she looked up at me, panic in her eyes again. "Wait! Forget I said that! Shit, I need to stop talking… please don't speak a word of this to anyone!" I could see the desperation in her eyes clearly and I knew it was important that I kept this between us.

"My lips are sealed."

Buttercup's POV

I sighed in relief at her words. I met her emerald green eyes and smiled at her. "Thank you so much, Kit, you're a lifesaver." She blushed and fiddled with her honey amber brown hair. She was definitely different… At times she reminded me of myself and other times she reminded me of Bubbles.

"It's no problem… Friends?" I couldn't help the happiness that shot through me that someone in Townsville still liked me.

"Friends." We exchanged numbers, social media, all of the above. "Seriously, thanks Kit, you don't know how great it is having a friend right now… See you around sometime." She smiled and waved to me, something I returned as I ran back home.

Blossom and Bubbles were still out and I ran up to my room to toss the note that had no purpose anymore other than to worry them. I started to make dinner so it would be ready when they got home since I KNEW they would be hungry. I pulled out three racks of ribs and got to preparing them for the grill. I grabbed a large container of sweet baby ray's barbecue and added a few spices to it to make it taste better. I threw in paprika, cyan pepper seasoning and sugar to top it off. I mixed everything together and doused the ribs in the sauce until they were completely coated. From there I turned on the grill and grabbed three cons of corn, deciding to grill those as a side. I threw the meat on the grill and halfway through cooking them, I added on the corn. The ribs finished cooking first, made so that the meat was almost falling off the bones. I put one rack on each plate then waited for the corn. After that finished, I set up the table and put each pate on the table at our normal seats.

I sat at the table, staring at my food until my sisters got back, It couldn't have taken them this long… I hope they were ok. I checked my phone to see if I missed any messages, but there was nothing. I decided my best plan was to call Blossom. To my relief, she picked up after three rings.

"Oh hey Buttercup!"

"Blossom, are you guys almost home?"

"Umm, yeah we just stopped to get something to eat." My heart dropped and I looked at the dinner I made them.

"Oh… ok, um, that's fine, when do you think you'll be home?" I spoke as I wrapped their plates with cling wrap and put it in the fridge.

"In about an hour maybe?"

"Oh. Ok well I'll try to wait up until then. Um… see you guys later I guess." I put my head in my free hand and felt the loneliness creep in, they didn't even ask me if I wanted to come...

"Yeah see you later Buttercup." With that she hung up the phone.

I threw my phone across the room, not caring that it shattered when it got the wall. I looked down at my plate and slowly picked at the food until I finished. It tasted great, but I didn't pay enough attention to really notice, it might have been a tad dramatic, but I felt abandoned. Other than Kit as of today, they were all I had.

Blossom's POV

"What did Buttercup want, Blossom?" I took a while to answer, she seemed almost disappointed on the phone.

"She wanted to know where we were, but she sounded really upset when I told her… I wonder why." Bubbles looked at me and smiled as our food came out.

"She's probably just upset about not being able to fight crime for the time being." I thought about it and it made enough sense, so I just went with it as I started eating the rack of ribs that we both ordered.

It was kind of a tradition to eat a big ribs meal after a big mission and it honestly felt weird with Buttercup not here to make a bunch of jokes that I would yell at her for even though I struggled not to laugh.

"It feels weird without Buttercup…" Bubbles voiced my thoughts exactly and I could only nod.

We ate our meal quietly, too quietly, and asked for the bill. After paying and leaving a generous tip, we grabbed our leftovers and left, then flew home to see Buttercup with her head down on the kitchen table, having obviously fallen asleep waiting for us to get home and I honestly felt bad. Bubbles went to the fridge to put the leftovers away and after a minute, she called me over.

"Hey Blossom..? I think I know why she sounded so upset on the phone…" I walked over, confused, only to be enlightened when I saw the two plates of ribs with grilled corn on the cob. If I felt bad before, now I felt like actual crap.

"Oh my god… We're such bad sisters! We didn't even ask her if she wanted to eat with us and she worked her butt off to make us the same darn dinner!" I only hoped she wouldn't take this personally. We really didn't even think about it…

Bubbles started crying as she looked over at our sister, passed out at the table in what was probably a very uncomfortable position. "We should put her to bed. She's already in her pajamas which means she was already ready for bed." I nodded and picked her up, realizing that she was actually quite small, even smaller than me, but a little bigger than Bubbles.

When we got to her room, Bubbles made her unmade bed and pulled the blankets back so that I could put her under them. I gently put her on the mattress and made sure her head was comfortable under her pillow. After she looked comfortable, Bubbles pulled the blankets over her so they covered up to her neck. We were both on either side of her bed and both gave her a kiss on one of her cheeks.

"Goodnight Buttercup, we love you…" Bubbles smiled sadly and walked out of her room. I looked down at her and noticed that her hair was in her face, something she hated. I took my hand and tucked it behind her ear.

"I wonder what you did today… sorry about what happened earlier Buttercup, I promise it won't happen again. I love you, goodnight." I kissed her again on her forehead, even if we did argue a lot, I didn't know what I would do without her.

Professor's POV

I was watching video footage of Buttercup's challenge for the day and nearly had a heart attack. HIM came in the room with a gun, which scared me the worst. I knew Buttercup wouldn't cop out and tell him to just kill me because knowing her if in some crazy twist of events she DID turn down a challenge, she would sacrifice herself. With this thought process, I was obligated to believe that my daughter had died during her challenge. From the beginning, I could see that it was very windy by the movement of the rope and the blowing of her hair. My first minor heart attack came when the first gust of wind almost blew her over, but she luckily caught her footing. I let go of my breath too soon though since the second I did, the wind stopped and she started to fall over. Tears came to my eyes as I thought I was about to witness her death, but was heavily relieved when the wind caught her, even if HIM scowled at that part, I smiled.

I thought everything was good and well, and that she was going to make it, but then I heard a loud scream telling her to 'get down from there'. I watched as she visibly jumped from being startled and once her concentration was broken, she lost her footing completely and started to flail around as she fell. I almost choked as I watched that, but caught my breath when her hand caught the rope. I still felt nervous watching it, as her hand was slowly slipping, but when I tried to look away, HIM's magic forced my head to face the screen again. I almost cried from the relief that rushed through me when she got a solid grip on the rope and completed the challenge in a handstand because even though she collapsed at the end, she was alive and well.

I didn't even care that she cursed out the police officers because I would have too, that was just dumb! I was even proud of her for sticking up for herself against all of the civilians that attacked her. I didn't care what anyone else thought about her right now. Buttercup Utonium was a daughter to be proud of in my eyes.

AN: So things are getting better for Buttercup even if she doesn't know it, but will it stay that way? Will HIM find a way to get even her family to turn against her? I just wanted to credit Author Candidate-James Scott again for the OC Kitty Hearts. I haven't done an OC before, but I actually enjoyed writing the part with her in it, thanks for the idea! Please review and tell me how you like the story so far!