Under the Mirror

The First Meeting

Art by unknown artist on Pintrest

Summary: | ingredients: games, colors, and explosions |

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ZAP!

"Ha! You're it!" Brute laughed and pointed at Brat as she emerged from the rubble, smoke rising from her skin wispily. Brat glared at her older sister as she continued her tauntings. "Come and get me, fatty!" Brute zipped to the sky in a blur of green, leaving an outrage shriek in a wake.

"I AM NOT FAT!!!"

Ah yes, the City of Vilestown, the most destructive place on earth. Right now, the Powerpunk Girls were playing their most favored game: laser tag, with actual lasers shooting out of their eyeballs. But wait! Who was watching them?

Berserk floated lazily, idly watching her little sisters fly around screaming insults at each other. 'Hmm,' she hummed, eyes on Brute landing a punch on Brat. 'This is getting boring... let's spice this up.' The pink punk smirked to herself and flew to a nearby car and lifted it up effortlessly. Her smirk growing bigger, Berserk floated up... up... up, all the way until she was floating above her sisters.

"Oh girls ~" she singsonged. The two looked up from their squabble just in time to see their eldest sister drop a car on them. Brat screamed while Brute acted impulsively, shooting her green eyebeams at the car. The vehicle exploded and the two punks tumbled down to earth, their falls leaving craters in the street.

The two punks coughed as debris littered the street like falling stars. They looked up as their sister slowly floated downwards, laughing her head off. "Why'd ya shoot your lasers at the car!" Berserk smirked at Brute, who's gaze darkened ominously. "It's has heat! The car has gasoline, dum-dum! You were pretty much asking to get blown up!" Berserk continued laughing at Brute as she grit her teeth in rage, anger bubbling underneath her skin.

"Well, maybe if you hadn't thrown a freaking car at me —"

"Hold it right there, Powerpunk Girls!" All three of them turned around and their eyes nearly bugged out when they saw the three floating boys behind them.

Brat's mouth fell open. "Holy —"

Brute couldn't help but agree. The Powerpunk Girls were the only ones with superpowers in Vilestown, not now that clearly wasn't the case. Behind them floated three boys — well, the red one looked like a girl — but that wasn't the point! Brute was shell shocked.

Berserk was the first one to regain her dignity. "Um, do we know you?" She crossed her arms and floated up so she was eye level with them.

The cute green one piped up and Brute's eyes were immediately drawn to him. "We're the Rowdyright Boys, and we fight crime till bedtime, and we beat up evil people like you guys!" He puffed out his chest and Brute smirked at how adorably unintimidating it was.

"The Rowdyright Boys? But you're a girl?" In a flash, Berserk was in the red one's face, studying him with a mitt on her chin.

She — or apparently he — turned bright red. "For the hundredth — uggh! I AM A BOY!" He roared, thunderous.

A few brave residents below poke their heads out.