The Powerpuff Girls: The Lost Past

Chapter 9: Nothing Serious Going On Here...

I suddenly got an urge to write in this book after a few months of inactiveness in this book...

WELP. Here are a few accomplishments while I was being lazy:

This book hit 1k reads *3*

My rant book is closing in on 2k...

Blues, Reds, and Greens just hit 27k reads, 1k votes, 400 comments.

I just wanted to say...

I'd marry you all because of these fabulous stats XD

No, really, put a ring on me. I'm dead serious.
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Chapter 9: Nothing Serious Going On Here...
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Brick's POV

"Shouldn't we... ya' know...be looking for someone?" I asked. I had my cheek rested on the palm my of hand. I stared at the scene before me.

Blossom and Boomer were fighting over strawberry jam, the last jar, of course, and Bubbles...

Yeah, I had no idea what the hell she was doing.

It looked like she was cheering them on to fight stronger, but then would randomly start telling them that fighting is wrong and they should apologize to each other.

"Give it back or I will drag you to hell," Blossom said in her best demonic voice. Boomer stuck out his tongue like a child and ran away with the jar.

"We could also be... cooking... like we said we would," I suggested. It was only painfully obvious that no one heard me.

I sighed out of frustration and started searching through some cupboards. After finding a pan, I grabbed an egg out of the fridge.

"Hey, Blossy, how do I cook eggs?" This should get her attention...

"Did you just call me Blossy? How do you not know how to cook eggs? Were you raised in a zoo? Get away from the stove, you'll burn the house down! No, no! Why are not using any butter or oil? It'll ruin the texture!" She began scolding me, pushing me away and taking the pan from my hands.

"See? Like this," she began demonstrating how much butter.to put on the pan and how long to wait before putting the egg on,"and, for safety, of course, you make sure the pan handle is hovering to the side, not over the floor. This is so children can't grab it and burn themselves,"

I stared at her for a second before.realizing something,"Hey, Blossom..."

"What?"

"There are no children living here," at my words, Blossom's face turned the same shade as her bow.

"I-I know that, you stupid- d-don't question me!" She huffed and faced the pan. She began poking the egg yolk with a spatula.

"Hey, wouldn't that pop-" as if on cue, Blossom accidently popped the yolk,"-it?"

"Uh-uh-i-uh- Oh, joy, I sure do love it when my yolk isn't runny. I did that on purpose!" she said. Or sounded as if she was trying convince herself more than me.

"A-are you okay?" I asked. She plastered on a wide smile that looked painful.

"J-just peachy," she said through gritted teeth.

"HELP," Boomer yelled. Without hesitation, I towards the room where Boomer yelled help.

"Don't be such a baby! Blossom and Buttercup never let me do their hair," Bubbles giggled. Boomer was laying on his stomach, clutching onto the jar of strawberry jam, looking like he was crying. Bubbles sat on his back to hold him down and was brushing his wild and unkempt hair apart with baby blue ribbons in her hands.

I slowly closed the door and walked back into the kitchen.

"What was that?!" Blossom asked as she flipped the egg.

"Worse than your version of hell," I explained vaguely. She sighed and facepalmed like she already understood what happening.

"Bubbles?"

"Yep," I popped my 'p'.

"I think I'm going to check on Butch and Buttercup," I walked away from Blossom and into the lab. The second I opened the door, I heard yelling.

"No! I'm going to heal first!"

"No way! Your injuries are way worse than mine!"

"HEEEEAAAAL!"

"NO! HEEEEEEEAAAAAAAL FASTER THAN BUTTERCUP!"

I slowly peeped towards the curtains masking the beds of both Buttercup and Butch. I looked through small crack just long enough to see their constipated faces trying to will themselves to heal faster than eachother.

As I was inching away, I heard the unmistakable sound of the Professor banging his head against a counter, "YOU CAN'T JUST TELL YOURSELF TO HEAL AND EXPECT TO HEAL,"

"YOU CAN IF YOU BELIEVE HARD ENOUGH," Butch retorted.

"BELIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEVE!" Buttercup yelled.

I'm completely terrified.

"This is why those two should never be in the same room as eachother. For the sanity of everyone around them," I whispered to myself and tried walking out of the lab.

"I HEARD THAT, WALL-MATERIAL-BOY!" Buttercup said. Wall-material-boy?

What are wall-materials?

Wait...

Oh...

OH.

OH.

"At least I'm not named after a flower!" I said. I heard Buttercup gasp and Butch snicker.

I walked put of the lab, closing the door on Buttercup's demands for a fight.

"Was that Buttercup and Butch?" Blossom called out.

"Yeah, uh, don't go in there. Unless you want to be scarred for life..." I answered, my voice trailing off.

"Hey, how many eggs are you making? There's more than just one in the pan, right? I mean, you seriously expect..." I began to say as I walked back into the kitchen, but cut myself off when Blossom grabbed a handful of eggs from the fridge, "So, you were only making one this entire time...?"

"We do no speak of my mistakes," she sniffled.

"O-okay," I stuttered.

Out of nowhere, what sounded a window breaking from upstairs rung throughout the entire house.

I raced to the room that Boomer and Bubbles were in to find nothing but broken glass.

"Boomer!" I yelled, searching for a sign of life.

Nothing.

"N-no..." Blossom walked into the room. "Bubbles?!" She screamed, "Bubbles! No!" She ran to the window.

"We-we have to go after them!" Blossom jumped on the railing. Before she could make another move, I grabbed her wrist.

As badly as her, I wanted to go and find my brother.

But, something in the pit of my stomach said we should stay here. Like, something bad was going to happen if we leave this house.

"Brick, we have to go!" She cried and tore her wrist from my grip. She then flew out into the city. I looked around the sky. Not a single trace of Boomer and Bubbles. The only evidence of their existence so far was a broken window.

"Damn her," I mumbled and chased after Blossom.

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I hope you turned off the stove, Blossy >_>