Super happy you guys liked reading the last chapter as much as I enjoyed reading! Looking forward to updatinh "I Am My Father's Daughter", but might take a while longer.

Chapter 2

"Oh, I don't stay at the 'ilton's..." Cecil chuckled, handing Alfred his hand luggage, "I prefer to live like the locals. In Genebra, I stay in a small place like... 'one of the people'. You too?"

Princess squinted, "...Me?"

Her cousin smiled at the Morebucks' mansion, "Oui. You live in a simple place too! Like an... 'ow do you say... local?"

Princess glared furiously, gritting her teeth while her dad walked Cecil inside, gesturing joyfully as if the little prick hadn't just insulted...!

"Princess?" Brick leaned ove her, "Princess...?"

The heiress gritted her teeth harder, squeezing her fingers in a piece of flesh.

"...Baby?"

"...What!?" She yelled, cracking the mansion's windows.

Brick blinked at his girlfriend, then down at his arm, with Princess's nails dug in, "Baby... not in front of Alfred."

The heiress turned around to see Alfred standing still, though his face was beet-red. She scowled back at Brick, "I hate Cecil, keep him away from me, tiger. As far as possible."

Brick raised an eyebrow incredulously, "Me? I need to keep your Frenchie cousin away...?"

"Switzerland." Princess corrected, tucking on his arm as they walked into the mansion, past the recently cracked glass windows, "Just take him wherever with your brothers, Cecil looooves watching the poor."

Brick shook his head, "Doubt he shares my concept of fun. It's gonna be easier to just to scare him away from Townsville forever."

Princess beamed, "That's even better!" Brick squeezed his eyes shut. Goddamn it. "Brickie, you're a genius! And you'd do that for me!"

The boy drew a breath. Princess kept raving as he dragged her down the mansion hall.

Ok, what were his options? A) Say 'no' to Princess, of all people? She would kidnap his brothers, and threaten their lives... Did he like Butch and Boomer that much? B) Hang out with Cecil and try to get along despite their differences? Ok, ok, stop laughing. That was a good one. C) Scare and disgust Mr. Fancy-pants until he runs outta Townsville.

Yeah, that was a no-brainer (whereas "no-head" would be Brick's sex life while he didn't get rid of Cecil).

Princess was still raving as they entered the living room where Cecil sat on the large leather couch with Princess's dad. Brick squinted at the back of his stupid head. The guy was just sitting. On the couch. How dare he. Piece of shit.

Brick decided he wanted to scare Princess's cousin out of Townsville. Get him somewhere run-down, with bad food and goddamn-awful service, saying, 'this is the best it gets in Townsville', so he'll realize the 'best' in Townsville is 'Hell' in Cecil's world, and leave... But it had to be Hell, a place so bad it could be truly be run by the devil himself.

...Where could that be?

"Who are them, oncle Eugène ?"

The news focused on three color streaks chasing a gang of jewelry robbers.

Bingo.

Blossom tapped her pencil at the numbers. Was the math right? Maybe if she checked it on her abacus? Calculators aren't trustworthy, one slip of a finger can mess everything up.

"What's the problem, sweet Blossom...?"

"Hi, HIM." she greeted the demon floating above her.

"Lighten uuuup, what's with the long face?" He waved a claw, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, "We've got people coming soon. Fat smiles, fat tips! Don't you forget...!" He chuckled sinisterly.

Blossom didn't look up, resting her chin on the palm of her hand, "Brick was right."

"WHAT!?"

The girl looked up to see her sisters and HIM staring at her like she'd grown a second head. The redhead swallowed, "It's nothing, it's-"

HIM contorted his body until he was staring at her upside down, "Is this about the debate class, sweetie...?"

Blossom shut her notebook closed, "What! HIM! How do you-"

I'm omnipresent, dear..." HIM grinned, floating up in the air, "I see eeeeeverything-"

"Did you watch it on your TV?" Bubbles cocked her head.

Buttercup put her hands on her hips, "You can watch anything, and you choose a school class!?"

HIM shrugged, "There was nothing on."

"Yes, it's about that." Blossom admitted, "It was a debate about meritocracy, and Brick was going on and on about how only people with privilege get to live their dreams, and the world is unfair... I'm starting to think he might be right."

"He's a doo-doo brain!" Bubbles crossed her arms as Buttercup floated to the other side of the counter, "You can do anything, Blossy! We support you!

"Yeah!" Buttercup agreed, putting on her cook apron, "We'll figure it out! We'll help you, so the three of us can make their dreams come true! Yours just happens to be a little more expensive because you're soo smart."

Blossom groaned, putting on her apron, "Thank you gir- AAAH!" She jumped upon seeing HIM's face floating right behind her.

"You know I can make aaaall your dreams come true with a wave of my claw, right!?" He cackled, waving his claws in a sinister way, "Anything you can wish for... A Ferrari for Buttercup, no tuition fees for Blossy, and an entire art gallery for Bubbles!"

Bubbles cocked her head, "I don't wanna be an artist."

HIM raised an eyebrow, "Dancer?"

"No."

"Cheerleader?"

"Nuh-huh."

"Animal shelter owner?"

"Nope."

"...sugar baby?"

"No! Ew!" Bubbles shook her head, sticking her tongue out.

HIM rolled his eyes, "Nevermind, what I mean is-"

Blossom cut him off, "HIM, we know you're trying to distract us so we won't save the world from your reign of evil."

"Yeah, you tried it in Freshman Year, remember?" Bubbles asked.

"Looks like age is catching up to someone!" Buttercup chuckled, making the three girls burst out laughing.

The entity crossed his arms with a glare, fuming, "Shut up!"

Butch never thought he'd hate to be in a limo, "Remind me why you're making us go out with this dork?" He muttered.

"How long do you think he'll last at HIM's diner?" Brick smirked.

Butch looked at Cecil, babbling at (not with) Boomer nonstop, and back to Brick, "Half an hour after we start eating."

"Bet you $50 dollars he won't make it to seven minutes after the food arrives." Cecil was going to throw up as soon as he saw Butch inhale HIM"s max-bacon-pancakes.

"Deal."

Poor Boomer was relieved when Morebucks' limo parked a few blocks away from the diner, by a nice little green suburban park.

"Brick. Dude..." The blonde whispered from the corner of his mouth, "You got some nasty fetish Princess won't do unless you hang out with this ass?" Brick stared at Boomer while Butch snickered, "You into feet or some weird shit?"

"Boomer. One more word and I'm disemboweling you."

The blonde squinted in confusion while Butch laughed, walking away with Brick.

"...fuck's disemboweling?"

The boy joined his brothers, and Cecil, who he'd secretly nicknamed Mister "WTF Is This Dude?" in a quick walk past the little park by dad's Diner. Needless to say, he wasn't in the best mood, again, Burger King was right there.

"Why, look who came to see mama!"

Boomer, Brick, and Butch sighed in unison.

"Hi dad."

"'Sup 'pa."

"Sup."

Cecil stared at HIM from head to toe, "Dad?"

The devil raised an eyebrow, putting both claws on his hips, "Oh well... you must be new to Townsville! Ahem, should I... ask... why the shock..." HIM giggled, bending over malevolently, "...child?"

Brick had to contain his laughter. Let Cecil's torture begin. Maybe they wouldn't even get to order, Cecil would pee his pants right there.

Cecil silently stared into HIM's eyes, "Well, to be honest..." He sighed motioning to the RowdyRuff Boys, "I thought for a moment Brick had another sibling. My mistake, Monsieur."

Boomer snickered in way too much anticipation, "Ooh! Hahaha, oh yeah- wait, what!?"

"Oh! That's... Unexpected." HIM blinked with a sly blush across his firefighter's truck red face, "Why. Apologies, dear, my sons never bring such... lovely friends."

"Non... I insist I apologize for such disrespect." The boy grinned as he took HIM's claw, "Cecil. Enchanté."

Well, if HIM wasn't blushing or giggling like a possessed little girl, he sure was now, "Aaaw... It's so hard to see chivalry these days! Why don't you let me help you out... Cecil?" He batted his eyelashes, "We can get you a nice table-"

"Fuck's sake, dad." Brick grunted, slapping his forehead.

Fine. All they needed was for prep boy to glance the greasy food and subpar customer service-

"HIIIM!" A supersonic, high-pitched yell echoed from the kitchen, "HIM! WHERE DID YOU PUT THE- Oh! Oh... Oh my God..." Bubbles breathed out, dumbfounded, "I... didn't know we had a beaut- huh, a customer."

"Yes, sweetie..." HIM grinned, "Your sister is in the back, so I suppose I can play waitress..." He said, slowly clawing a plastic menu, only to be promptly shut down by Bubbles.

"No! No, I mean..." She grabbed it, "I don't have a problem-"

HIM pulled it back, "Well, Bubs... look at the time, you know people will begin to come..."

"But I have powers..." Bubbles chuckled, "Remember? So, it's not a problem for meee, boss..."

"Oh, please!" HIM gritted his teeth, "We are all friends, sweetie!"

Bubbles gritted hers back, "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah..."

"...Yeah!?"

"Yeah!"

"Oh-"

"What are you two doing?" Blossom asked, stepping in.

Bubbles pointed a finger at HIM, "He won't let me work!"

HIM pointed a claw back, "She won't let me wait the tables! And I'm the boss!" He stomped a foot, while Bubbles stuck her tongue out.

The redhead raised an eyebrow, before something behind them caught her attention, "Oh. Leave it to me, guys." She muttered, taking the plastic menu. The redhead walked up to Brick, putting a hand on her hip, "Where's Princess?"

The RowdyRuff shrugged innocently, "Boys day out."

Blossom groaned, slamming the menu against his hard chest, "Go get yourself a table."

"Is that how you treat your cust-"

Blossom's hand hardened as she leaned over, "Go. Get. A. Table!"

Boomer grumpily watched Brick shove the plastic in front of Cecil after picking the worst table, right by the men's bathroom. The smell of ass and Clorox took up all the air.

"So, the deep fry 3 is a full hotdog deep fried in a bucket of sizzling fat until it's all niiice and crispy."

Cecil lightly pushed the menu away, "Ok. Très intéressant, Brock."

The RowdyRuff glared, "... it's Brick-" .

Cecil ignored him, scanning his surroundings, which made homicide briefly flash before Brick's eyes, "Huh... The... the servers? They're from TV?" Brick nodded, "Alors, they work here? Everyday?"

The RowdyRuff stared, trying to figure out why anyone would be remotely interested in that, "Huh, yeah... Yes! Welcome to Townsville! This..." The RowdyRuff motioned at the diner, "Is as good as it gets. You know man, if you plan to stay any longer, I would advise-"

"Excuse me." Interrupted, Brick scowled while Blossom glared at him, "Let's get it over with. I'm here to get your... Oh." She paused, staring at a boy she'd never seen before, "I'm sorry, I didn't see you there."

The boy smiled, "Cecil. Plaisir."

Blossom nodded slowly, "Cecil. Ok, so Cecil..." She glanced at the RowdyRuffs, "Would you like to order a pizza?" The faux-Swiss blinked confusedly, making the girl slowly raise her brows, "Would you-"

"She's asking if you're in danger, dude." Butch cut off, earning a glare from the Powerpuff, "He is Princess's cousin."

Blossom paused, and stared at Cecil, who nodded with a smile, "Okaaay. Well, I'm going to keep an eye on you!" She hissed at Brick, "...after taking your orders."

There was a small steel window between the kitchen and the rest of the diner, through which the cook and the server could exchange meals and orders. Blossom walked past it, into the kitchen, where Bubbles, Buttercup and HIM were crouching, peaking through the window.

"Oh my God, he's so pretty!" Bubbles squealed.

"Bruh, he's related to Princess?" Buttercup raised an eyebrow.

"That's where the good genes went." HIM giggled.

Blossom put her hands on her hips, "Buttercup, we got orders!"

"I know, I know!" The brunette sighed with an eye roll.

"Then pick it up!" The redhead waved the note in the air, "The sooner I go back, the sooner they leave."

Buttercup groaned, standing up, "What's the hurry? That's the first exciting thing that happened in Townsville since classes started!" She said, ripping the note from Blossom's hand.

"What? Him?"

"Yes, dear?"

"No, not you, HIM. Him." Blossom pointed her chin at Cecil.

Bubbles snapped her head around, "He's the prettiest boy I've ever laid my eyes on!" She hissed, before turning back, "He looks like he is Timothée Chalamet's and Harry Styles' son."

The redhead stared through the window, "I guess I can see the resemblance." Princess's cousin was pretty, there was no denying it... But he was Princess' cousin, sitting right next to her counterpart. Blossom felt in her right to shrug, "A bit bland."

"...What!?" Bubbles gasped, "Are you kidding-"

"Yeah, I'm already bored." Buttercup stepped in, "But you could just admit you like women. Even I think he's a cutie pie."

The redhead sighed, "Buttercup..."

"Whatever. Here's the diarrhea bomb. The mayo with the green lid is Butch's."

Blossom raised an eyebrow, "I see..."

HIM silently watched Blossom leave before turning to Buttercup, "...you spit in the mayonnaise, didn't you?" The brunette grinned, making HIM chuckle, "Still better than most chefs I've seen."

The red-headed waitress floated back to the table, balancing the orders in a single tray.

Cecil's head shot up as Blossom approached the table, "So fast..." He breathed, taking a quick glance at his Rolex. Brick fought the urge to not roll his eyes. Nobody wears fucking wrist clocks anymore, "Not a minute-"

Blossom smiled proudly, "My sister works the kitchen."

Cecil slowly blinked at her, "Why?"

It was Blossom's time to blink confusedly, making Brick interject, "Cecil here's asking why'd super heroes need to work..." He said, taking his burger from the tray himself, "Beats me, man. Guess it's just good ol' exploitation when you aren't smarter than that."

Blossom fumed, placing Boomer's family-sized strawberry milkshake with cookies in front of him, "Actually... Cecil... My sisters and I are normal girls saving the day, and we've always liked it that way!" She placed Butch's greasy, super sized burger on the table, "We just like to do good things."

Brick huffed as she bent over him to place Cecil's order, a glass of LaCroix, in front of the boy, "Keep telling yourself that, babe."

Blossom's eyes threw sharper daggers at her counterpart, "...Anything else?"

Before she could leave and let the boys to their eating competition, Cecil raised a hand, "But why are you working?"

"Oh." Blossom was taken aback, "To save money."

Cecil squinted, "...Save it from what?"

Slowly, the three boys turned to stare at Cecil, while Blossom cocked her head. Cecil innocent, almost blank stare told everything they needed to know.

"He's for fucking real." Boomer stated, picking up a cookie crumble from his milkshake.

Blossom's jaw dropped, "Oh? Huh... I... my sister... she wants a car?"

Brick nearly burst out laughing at his counterpart's face. For the first time in forever they came across someone that actually left Blossom speechless. Maybe Cecil wasn't that useless.

"Oh." Cecil cocked his head, "How much is that?"

Brick got ready to watch Blossom struggle to answer the question... but much to his chagrin, someone else zoomed to her side.

"One thousand, three-hundred and fifteen dollars, and twenty-seven cents."

"Buttercup!"

The brunette glanced at her, "What? He asked!" She said, matter-of-fact, before turning to Cecil, "It's a 70's Chevrolet."

Butch raised an eyebrow, "For two grand?"

Buttercup shrugged, "It needs a bit of cleaning." She answered, fully ignoring it was found in the Gangreen Gang's literal trash dump.

Cecil quietly reached for his pocket, "Two? I don't think I have change..." He sighed, pulling out his wallet, "Hum, can you take three?"

Buttercup and Blossom blinked, "three?"

"Dollars." Cecil said, casually pulling three bills of one thousand dollars each, "For the car."

Buttercup jaw dropped so hard it almost dislocated, and even the boys, who were not too fond of Cecil, widened their eyes.

The brunette opened a mile wide smile, "Oh my fucking GOD-"

"I'm sorry. We can't accept it."

"What-!" Butch and Boomer yelled in unison with Buttercup.

Brick rolled his eyes, "Of course."

Buttercup gawked at Blossom, "B, but he's offering-"

The redhead raised a hand, smiling politely at Cecil, "I am deeply sorry, but we cannot accept money from clients, unless they are paying a bill." She explained in her customer service voice.

"Of course we can!" Buttercup protested, "That's called fuckin' tipping!"

"Which he's clearly not doing!" Blossom gave her sister a look, "Excuse me... Buttercup, let's go- Come on. Buttercup, move!"

Buttercup's mouth quivered as Blossom pulled her by the arm, back to HIM's greasy kitchen, getting her further and further from the sweet, sweet, dreamy bills.

"Bye Miss Flora!" Bubbles waved cheerfully as the customer left, "We can't wait to see you again! Hope everything works out for your son's cousin's friend's half-brother and his fianc-"

"Aaaaand we're closed!"

Bubbles scowled, rubbing the side HIM had pushed her, "Hey! I hadn't finished talking to Miss Flora."

The demon raised an eyebrow, turning the door sign to 'Closed', "Bubbles... sweetie, that could be the president himself, closing time is closing time. I'm also not paying overtime."

The blonde crossed her arma against her chest, "You're not very good with people, did you know that, HIM?"

HIM threw his claws up, exasperated, "I'm literally the devil!" He shouted, in his evil voice.

Bubbles shrugged, "There's always time to change and improve."

As if being pushed wasn't enough, Bubbles had her backpack thrown at her. Luckily, she caught it just in time."

"Hey!"

Buttercup glared somberly, "What? That's your shit, let's go."

"No need to be rude!"

"Don't mind her, Bubbles." Blossom walked up to the blonde, putting a hand on her shoulder, "She's still mad because of earlier."

Bubbles blinked, "Oh, you mean the-"

"TWO." Buttercup shouted, jumping over the restaurant counter, "GRAND."

Blossom sighed deeply. As if doing the right thing wasn't hard for her, too!

"Buttercup, we can't accept money from-"

"It was right there!" The brunette gestured wildly, "Right in front of us! We just had to-" She stretched her hands out, "And boom! We'd be two thousand dollars richer."

HIM turned around in confusion, "Is that about sweet young boy left, dear?"

"It was not a tip, HIM." Blossom explained, "Cecil was going to give Buttercup the money as an out-of-ordinary exchange between customer and employee. We can't accept that, so we refused."

"Yeah, we sure did." Buttercup scoffed, folding her arms grumpily, "And in the end the guy didn't even tipped 10%."

"Oh, dear..." HIM chuckled, "Actually... you're wrong about Little Sweet Cecil boy."

The three girls gazed at each other in confusion.

"Why?" Blossom asked.

With a grin, HIM reached on his apron pocket, and pulled not one... not two... but three one-thousand dollar bills. Bubbles and Blossom widened her eyes whilst Buttercup's sparkled.

The diner's owner waved the money, "Poor thing was confused about American tipping, and Brick would not stop babbling whatever it is in his ear, so he gave it to me and said... What did... Oh yes! 'Monsieur, voulez, huh, sowy, this is for the red- I mean, the girls. Tip. One each. Fair, no?'" HIM giggled as he impersonated the teenage boy word for word, "What a cute little thing. He does look just like Harry Styles! Right!?"

The teenage girls stared at him, frozen in place. HIM stared back at them in silence, and sighed.

He wanted to do a little "teehee, I was going to keep it to myself 'cuz I'm evil! Oh, hohoho!" theater, but that's more Mojo Jojo evil.

So... there you go." HIM slowly handled a deadpanned Blossom the money, "Enjoy, sweeties!"

The girls blinked, silently looking up. Bubbles and Buttercup stared at Blossom, inquiringly. The redhead looked back at them, then at the bill in her hand, and shrugged.

"...Well, it is a tip, so-"

"FUCK YEAH!"

"Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!"

With two flashes, Bubbles and Buttercup snatched one bill each, before zapping away.

Startled, Blossom looked around, and up, towards them, "Hey! Girls! Remember to save 15% in savings!" She yelled, cupping her mouth, "Hey! Girls!"

The redhead took off, observing Bubbles and Buttercup celebrating the day's profit.

A nice Morebucks? He must be adopted.

"Blossom! What do you wanna eat?" Buttercup yelled at her, "Sushi?"

"Noo! No, I want pizza!" Bubbles retorted.

"We always have pizza!"

"Because it's always good! Right, Bloss?" The blonde looked back, "Bloss?"

The two flew to the redhead's side. Blossom was looking ahead, deep in thought.

Bubbles touched her shoulder, "Blossy?" She called, making Blossom snap back to reality.

The redhead shook her head, looking at her "What?"

"What you thinking about, boss?" Buttercup asked, "That sushi is better than pizza?"

"Buttercup!"

"I was thinking..." Blossom blinked over a pause, "I was thinking Brick must be tormenting poor Cecil! I have to keep an eye on them!" She declared, before speeding ahead.

Buttercup and Bubbles quietly watched her.

"So... sushi?"

na: the "HIM" joke is my œuvre