Does anyone else have those moments when someone votes on a chapter of your story and you accidentally click on the notification and it takes you to your own story but you forget it's your story so you end reading it but you reach the end and then remembered you haven't updated in a long time and end up cursing yourself because you want to know what happens next?
Only me? Okay...
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Brick and Butch waited on their rugged, old, red couch, getting impatient at how long Boomer was making them wait.
"I spy with my little eye... Something red," Brick groaned with boredom.
"It's the damned couch, for the millionth time, you dumbass," Butch insulted nonchalantly.
"I spy with my little eye... Something old," Brick said, still trying to pass the time.
"IT'S THE FUCKING COUCH!" If Brick couldn't tell, Butch seemed to be at the end of his patience.
"I spy with my little eye... Something lame," Brick said, expecting Butch to lose his temper.
"Boomer," Butch replied simply.
"Hey, he's not even here. If you're going to talk bad about him, do it to his face," Brick chastised his brother. Butch rolled his eyes scoffed at Brick's ignorance.
"I'm not that lame, am I?" a dumbfounded voice came from behind Brick. He turned around just in time to see his blonde brother shove some miniature chocolate bars in his mouth.
"Hey, did you know that candy is free at McCarthy's Candy Co. after nine?" Boomer remarked.
"You didn't," Brick playfully warned his brother, "you better share,". Right when Brick said those magical words, Boomer dumped his rucksack of stolen candy onto the cheap coffee table in front of the lame couch.
"Idiots, we're supposed to be killing the monkey, not eating stolen candy like little kids," Butch scolded his brothers. He may have been the most angry and cold Rowdyruff Boy, but at least he had more of a sense of justice than his immature brothers.
"Wha bout' him?" Boomer asked with a mouthful of chocolate.
"Giant green, slimy monster, pocket watch came, and almost ruined our beautiful faces with small explosion," Butch had summed up the past hour in one sentence.
"Animal abuse?" Boomer asked.
"Big-brain monkey abuse," Brick corrected and confirmed.
"I want to throw a boat at him," Butch groaned.
"We know, Butch, we know," Brick shook his head with excitement and laughed.
Finally, something interesting. No more of this dreary life. Just, please, let it last.
Brick could feel his inner child popping up to the surface. He started to feel like a detective trying to solve a some kind of case.
"Are we going to find him or just sit here and think about finding him?" Boomer said.
Butch laughed at himself. He was so focused about wanting to throw a boat at Mojo, that he actually forgot to even get off his couch to do it.
The three boys had finally left their non-cozy, small house. If the mayor was going to pay for their house bills the least he could do was pay for the furnishings.
The brothers flew at a slow pace, to not draw attention from the light they create when going too fast. It's such a drag when trying to hide from an enemy, but it's not like the boys have to hide anymore. Yeah, that wasn't foreshadowing, even though I know that half of you don't know what that means.
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The Powerpuff Girls: The Lost Past
FanfictionCaleb Smith, Lucas Moore, and William Prince were kids who had just one thing in common; They died on the same day, with the same cause. Now, Brick, Butch, and Boomer have something in common as well; They were born on the same day, with the same ca...
