What if the rowdyruff boys grew tired of being evil?
Boomer was tired of being evil. he didn't know why, he just stopped liking seeing people hurt because of him in the past 3 years.
he was sitting on the roof of a tall building, leaning on the edge while looking over the dark city, only a few lights were on at this time of night.
he was wearing a baggy, dark blue hoodie with black pants and white sneakers while his hair looked like a big ball of blonde fluff tapped to his head with a part down the middle.
his brothers Brick and Butch were both fast asleep behind him.
"why are you still up?" Boomer heard Butch say.
Boomer turned around to see Butch sleepily sitting up.
he was wearing a green tank-top with black shorts and white boots while his hair was messily cut very short.
"I couldn't sleep" Boomer replied. it was half true, he couldn't sleep because his thoughts kept going back to the idea of being evil.
"whatever" Butch replied before lying down on his side and going back to sleep.
Boomer sighed, turning back around to continue watching the city.
a few hours later he woke up to daylight shining on his face and his brother Butch repeatedly pressing his hand to Boomers face.
"stop!" Boomer shrieked, slapping his brothers hand away.
"ah! I'm dead!" Butch mocked, falling over onto his back.
Boomer groaned at Butch's nonsense as he got up.
"boys stop, we gotta get breakfast" Brick told Boomer and Butch from a few feet away.
he was wearing a red t-shirt with black pants and white ankle boots while his long hair was tied back in a low ponytail and his head was covered with a backwards baseball cap.
"we're coming" Butch said, standing up.
a few minutes later Boomer, Butch and Brick were grabbing stuff off the shelves of the supermarket isles.
"are you going to pay for that?" a employee asked Brick, who was holding a box of cereal and a bag of candy.
"no!" Brick laughed right before he, Boomer and Butch flew out of the supermarket and back to the top of the building they had called home for the past few months.
Boomer opened up a uncooked bag of pasta and gulped it down.
he coughed cheese dust into the air while Brick opened the cereal box and began eating out of it.
"hey, let me have some!" Butch yelled, grabbing a handful of cereal from the box and stuffing it into his mouth.
"didn't you grab something?" Brick asked.
"yeah!" Butch replied, holding up a roll of toilet paper and a toothbrush.
"didn't you grab any food?" Brick asked.
Butch shook his head.
"ugh" Brick mumbled before going back to eating dry cereal.