(BUTCH's POV)

It had been a little over five hours. That was about how long it took to fix things. If it weren't for our powers, we'd be at it for days.

Once BC and I finished up with the cleaning, we decided to head out for a bite to eat. She was on her phone during the entire flight towards wherever the hell we were going and I'd be lying if I said it wasn't a little annoying. I was trying to get her attention for about ten minutes!

"Hey! Butters! Are you listening?!"

"Huh? You say something?" She responded.

I glared and decided to try asking her my usual question.

"Where are we going?"

"...What?" She muttered while still texting.

I glared at her and snatched the phone. She jumped with shock that was completely replaced by anger.

"Oh! So now I have your attention!"

"Butch! Give me the phone before I kick your ass across the sky!"

"Can you answer my goddamn question first?!"

"Jesus Christ, what do you want?!" She shouted.

"To know where the actual FUCK we've been flying to!"

"To the boardwalk! Now give me the phone!"

"Boardwalk? Why would we go there to eat?" The phone vibrated in my hand as I stated the question.

"Because I love beach food and all the grease it comes with!"

She snatched the phone from me and dashed ahead. I could only stand to roll my eyes and follow.

~Thirty Minutes Later~

"Can you please tell me what we're doing here?" I said with a tad bit more annoyance than I probably should've.

My counterpart sneered in my direction. "I already told you like twice! Now shut up and wait."

"God, this is boring! Someone please kill me…"

We had been waiting around for hours! When she told me "Let's go to the boardwalk", I figured it'd be just the two of us. I don't know why I was so eager to come in the first place…

"HEY!" She shouted.

I turned my head to the right and scowled at the brown-haired bastard jogging over to us.

"Hey Buttercup…Butch…"

I flipped him off whilst Butters hugged him.

"What took you so long?!"

He scratched his head and grinned. "Mom got on my case about a pack of her cigarettes."

Her eyes perked up. "So you brought them?"

"Damn right! The booze is stashed in my car so if and when you want a swig just let me know." His wide grin made his face about twenty-five percent more punchable.

"So the goody-goody sneaks off to smoke and drink. All while being underage?"

"Don't start, Butch! If you're gonna be a little buzz kill then just go home."

"Yeah?! And miss out on a Powerpuff breaking the law? Like hell!"

As we got to Mitch's car, I had taken notice of the actual time. Given how the sun was setting, I could assume that it was close to five thirty in the evening.

It made me wonder. Did they always sneak out together? It was Saturday and in the evening. How close were they? Did she like that guy? I don't know why she would. He isn't even all that. So what if he has a car? I could fly!

"Butch!"

"Huh? What is it?"

She turned over and flicked me on the forehead. "What's up with you? I asked you to get us some snacks?"

I glared at her as I got out of the car. "From where?" Then it hit me. "As a matter of fact, hell no! I didn't follow you here to run errands! I just cleaned half the fucking city! I wanted to relax! Bad enough I got Brick's punk ass tryna get me to do his bullshit community service!"

"We are relaxing, you blockheaded moron! Just grab us all something to munch on and hurry back."

She shoved twenty dollars into my hands and stomped back inside the car with Mitch.

Absolute hate…

My eye twitched repeatedly as I pushed through the crowded boardwalk. I kept looking around for something good but couldn't settle for anything.

"Popcorn? This ain't a movie…Funnel cake? Good but too messy…Cotton candy? Not my thing…" Damn, what do I get?

"May I recommend a soft pretzel?" A nasal voice said from behind.

"Hmm…Warm and chewy with plenty of options for different dips and toppings. Plus I love a good pretzel. Perfect! Hey thanks-"

When I turned around and saw Boomer behind me chuckling up a storm, I couldn't help but join him. What an idiot.

"What's going on bro?"

"Not much. What about you?"

He brushed his nose and smirked. A faint blush on his cheek. "I'm on a date."

"A date? With who?!" We decided to wait in line together which made this process a lot less painful.

"Some girl from the gaming club. Her name's Kim and she's super cool! I think she likes me!"

I patted the top of his head and gave him a smirk. "Good for you Boom. Have fun. Just not too much fun."

He blushed and started laughing nervously. "I have no clue what you mean by that."

"Sure you don't." Before I could turn to leave, a chill went up my spine. I had that feeling again. Someone was watching me.

Panic seeped its way into my head as I looked around for anything out of the ordinary.

"Butch…" I heard Boomer mutter.

"Yeah?"

"Who the hell is that?!"

I shifted my eyes and followed his gaze. Standing elegantly atop the ocean water was a man in a suit. A glass with a red liquid in his right hand and an odd book in his left.

His white hair covered one of his eyes. Meanwhile, the left glowed a bright orange. He was trouble. I could tell right away!

"Good evening brothers! I am glad to finally greet you." His voice was smooth with a deadly undertone. He was a monster that was hidden behind a mask of grace.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"I want you! Hell, the whole underworld wants a piece of you. But you could have guessed that much based on my brother's encounter with you."

I shifted into a fighting stance. "Guess you wanna get your ass kicked too."

"By all means! Show me what you can do!"

"My pleasure-"

*BOOOOOOOM*

I had gotten pushed away by a loud crackle of lightning. The entire boardwalk shook and the cause of it was my blonde-haired brother.

His golden locks stood up a bit and were much sharper. The cobalt blue eyes that usually held warmth were cold and angry. The electricity danced wildly around him, almost as if it was alive.

"You gotta deal with me first!" He hissed violently.

"Holy shit! Boomer?!"

A bright flash of blue erupted before me as a lightning-cladded fist slammed into the demon.

It was so fast. I couldn't keep up with his movements. He was cutting through the sky, leaving behind blue streaks of electricity. Every single one of his attacks created a thunderous roar that shook the city.

After a sudden clash, the two began to descend rapidly. Both eyed each other's wounds. It was Boomer who appeared more injured. He had bruises, and a bloody nose, and his right arm seemed mildly burnt.

"That's not bad. But to beat me, you'll need a little more effort than that." The demon chuckled. He opened his book and began chanting various words that I swore he made up.

I stepped over to Boomer and nudged him. "Let's take him down together. You're faster than I remember so I'll follow your lead."

I could see him smile wildly at that before flaring up a blue aura. "ALRIGHT!"

The demon thrust his hand to the ground. A glowing pentagon appeared before us. After a few seconds, a large beast appeared. A fifty-foot-tall giant with a huge war hammer stood before us.

I sighed. "Well, I'll be damned…"

The bastard was cackling his ass off. "Prepare yourself for the ultimate terror! Kilgore the Ruthless! He'll tear apart everything in this city! Starting with you two."

A vein popped in my head. My fists clenched as I grounded my teeth. "Do you have any idea how annoying it was to fix that mess? If you think I'm doing that again, so help me God I will murder you!"

"…KILGORE! Attack them!"

"Butch go!" Boomer shouted.

We flew up, dodging the swing of the hammer. Boomer fired off a wild burst of electricity that made Kilgore stagger. He dropped to one knee while Boomer signaled me to attack.

I pushed forward with a glowing fist of green energy. As I closed the gap, I noticed his exposed jawline. With a quick charge, I launched my fist upwards into an uppercut that nearly pulled his head off.

The giant gave a hate-filled glance my way and smacked me into Boom.

We were thankfully able to recover in time before the giant spewed a thick red cloud of smoke from his mouth.

"Stay close Boomer."

With my arm spread wide and a subtle grunt, a barrier was placed around my brother and me.

"I forgot you could do this. Why not use this all the time?" He asked.

I was quivering and sweating all over the wooden floor beneath me. "As you can probably tell…This is really exhausting!"

After tanking the smoke, the two of us blasted forward and punched straight through the beast, leaving a nasty hole in its chest.

"YEAH!" Boomer shouted "Guess you could call that a hole-in-one! HA!"

I rolled my eyes and aimed an open palm toward the giant. "Shut up and finish it off!"

With a final burst of green and blue, the large creature had been reduced to a pile of ash. Along with a nice majority of the boardwalk.

"Kilgore!" The demon shouted.

"Well, that was easy." I shrugged.

"Damn, you little brats. Just you wait! I'm going to summon something even more powerful!"

Boomer blitzed in front of him and snatched the book. "I don't think so. You're done for today."

"My necrotic book of incantations! Give it to me this instant you cretinous buffoon!"

"No." The demon tried to reach for it but Boomer continued stepping away at lightning-fast speeds.

"It's mine! Give it back!"

"No."

"I want it! I want it! I want it! Give it back now!" Was he crying?!

"No."

"You will rue this day! Do you hear me?! I will make your life a living hell! You WILL return my book!"

"No," Boomer said with a deadpan look. He slapped the demon and pointed to the ocean. "Go home!"

"Can I have my book? I need it to teleport myself-"

"No."

He growled and flew off yelling a whole bunch of swears. Good riddance. That guy was super weak. All he could do was summon things. Pretty lame…

"Well, at least that's over." Boomer chuckled. The book began to glow in his hands. The red 666 on the cover was now a deep blue.

"I think that book likes you, Boom."

"Aww, man! I hate books!"

"Well see if you can open it." He did just that. As soon as he cracked the book open, his face fell. "What's wrong?"

"Dude! It's empty! Who keeps a blank book around?!"

"How's that even possible?"

He shrugged and turned to the ocean. "Oh well! Let's see how far I can chuck it."

I slapped him. "You can't just throw something like that away! Do you not know what falling into the wrong hands means?"

"Ow…So what do I do with it?"

"Just keep it! Souvenir from a fight."

"And if Brick asks?"

I grinned. "You've discovered a new passion in reading."

"Gross…but whatever." He started looking around. "Wait, where did everyone go?"

"They probably heard the commotion and bailed."

"But my date! Man, Kim is gonna hate me."

"You'll get 'em next time."

"BUTCH!!!"

I whipped my head around and saw Buttercup charging at me. She tackled me to the ground and started shouting in my face. "Who the hell do you think you are?! H-Huh?! Some kinda big shot? You've got some nerve standing me up like t-that!" She slurred.

"First of all, INVEST IN A BREATH MINT! Secondly, what the hell? What are you talking about?!"

"Oh I'll t-tell you-"

She gripped her mouth as her cheeks puffed up. Her face curled into a look of discomfort. I knew what was coming and I wasn't ready to deal with that.

"You better not-" It was too late. She had already done it. She barfed all over me. My eye twitched and I nearly threw her ass off of the few remaining pieces of boardwalk left. "You…"

"Whoa! Your shirt smells like trash."

I picked her up and glared at Mitch. "I blame you." He only shrugged.

"What time are you coming home?" Boomer asked.

"Before midnight. Let me just drop this sorry piece of shit off first."

"Alright bro, hurry back! I think I still have some leftover spaghetti."

I sighed. "You mean the canned one?"

"I jazzed it up! Just wait and see."

"Alright, Boom. I'll see you soon."

I lifted myself off the ground and flew at Mach speed towards the Utonium estate. All while listening to the slurs of the girl that wasted my night.

"Where's Mitch?"

"Fucking off someplace else," I grumbled.

"We can't just leave him. He's more drunk than me. He can't drive back home."

"I'm not turning around. He better sleep in his car tonight."

"Party pooper! This is why no one likes you!" I halted my flight and looked at her with a stoic gaze. We locked eyes for what felt like an eternity. "Butch?"

That's when I let go and watched her fall closer to the asphalt. Her screams boomed across the night sky.

"Of course, she's too drunk to fly…"

I zipped down and snatched her back up in my arms before she went splat. Her nails dug firmly into my skin as she clung tighter than before.

"You asshole! What's your problem?!" She barked. I kept myself quiet for the rest of the flight. Even with her constant screaming and yelling.

When I got to her place I felt a sense of relief. I banged on the front door and waited for both her sisters to come and answer.

"What happened?" Blossom asked with mild worry.

Then Bubs decided to remind me. "And why do you smell like vomit?"

"Ask your jackass sister!" I felt a sharp elbow dig into my back. "Dammit! You know what? Buttbreath was out drinking and smoking with Mitch!" Yeah, I snitched. I wasn't going to but screw this drunk bitch! The nerve of her and that clown she calls a friend.

I heard the gasps. "Buttercup! Tobacco AND alcohol! You're underage!"

"BUTCH!" I loved seeing my counterpart pissed off. Almost saved the night for me.

"Thanks for telling me, Butch. I really appreciate you looking after her." Blossom said with a light bow.

I blushed and responded with a nod. After feeling another elbow, I carelessly dropped the green-eyed puff and backed away.

"I'll see you guys later. You make sure the professor hears about this. You know…For her safety."

"I'm gonna kill you!"

"We've got work tomorrow morning, Butch. Don't be late." Bubbles said before shutting the door. I could hear Butters still yelling at me from inside.

"Damn! I forgot all about my Sunday shift."

With one last sigh for the night, I took off towards the apartment. I could already smell the two-dollar spaghetti.