Two Sides Of The Same Card (Powerpuff and Rowdyruff Oneshots)

Buttercup And The Curse Of The Socks

Buttercup was NOT your average girl.

She never wore socks.

Why? Good question... this all started three years ago in the beautiful city of Townsville.

"BUTTERCUP! HURRY UP, WE'RE LEAVING!" Screamed the voice of her red haired relative. 

Blossom was in a hurry because today the mayor was unveiling the new sock museum, why they needed one the sisters would never know, and the previous day they received a wonderful letter saying someone would release 100 giant dust balls into the socks, making them all need a cleaning.

This had Rowdyruff written all over it.

Sadly if the girls wanted their paycheck, they would need to get over there and fix things up, especially since rent was due soon.

So Buttercup threw on the cleanest outfit she could find (most likely laid out by the blonde sister) and got ready for work.

A quick shwoosh and they were at the museum. 

The normal happened. The Mayor cut the ribbon and everybody cheered. This was probably the 17th useless museum opened in the side of the city. 

Welcome to Townsville, where they can build THIS but not a gym.

The girls began their patrol, but Buttercup could barely handle it.

So...boring.

Flying around and around for what? Socks?

Yet that was exactly what she did. The warning of the dust attack had everyone of high alert. Why? It was just dust.

It was on the roof when she noticed something weird... was that a flashlight? And we're those...socks?

Buttercup pulled out her radio and called her eldest sister.

"Bzzt! Bloss, this is bigger than we thought. It seems as though-"

"AH HAH! THIS IS IT! THIS IS WHAT THEY'RE PLANNING!"

"No, Bloss. I mean some of the socks got misplaced. Now we have to babysit and clean up the socks."

"Nonsense, Buttercup! I know how this works! Butch will be there recreating some fanatical idea that would never happen in real life, like getting a gym or finding out why the taxes are so low while we smash buildings, ANYWAY! While you two are distracted Boomer will probably rob the bank while Brick torches the school supply museum."

"Blossom, shut up. And why send the dumb idiot to rob a bank?"

"Robbing a bank is easy. Math problems scare Boomer and give Butch a headache. It's only logical."

Buttercup threw her radio over her shoulder and began to clean up when a hand grabbed her shoulder.

Spinning around she saw Butch...with a sock on his hand. 

"..."

"...."

"What does that sound like?"

"..."

Then she surveyed the scene. Oh no. Butch had used an upside down plastic hamper with the words 'gym' scrawled on it with permanent marker and...lots of gumball machines. There were socks decorated to look like her sisters and his brothers...working out in the gym.

"IfyoubotherusagainImtellingeveryonethatyoudosixyearoldartsandcrafts!" She huffed in one breath.

"Arts and crafts are very manly. Many men do them. Like the people who fix the buildings after we destroy them. TAXPAYER MONEY."

"Don't tell me. You think the absurd amount of gumball machines this city has is a link to the amount of money the city has? You think that the gumballs are infused with something that forces the people to pay more money and causes the mayor to build museums of things he finds on the floor of his bedroom? And you and your brothers are actually part of a rebellion to free us from this oppressive gum creator? AND YOU WANT US TO JOIN YOU IN AIDING YOUR CAUSE??"

He nodded.

Just then Bubbles appeared out of nowhere.

"I just got your message! Butch is making arts and crafts and Boomer is robbing a bank and Brick is TORCHING THE SCHOOL SUPPLY MUSEUM?!"

"You have a code for all of that?" Butch asks.

"Of course. It's 'Don't tell me. You think the absurd amount of gumball machines this city has is a link to the amount of money the city has? You think that the gumballs are infused with something that forces the people to pay more money and causes the mayor to build museums of things he finds on the floor of his bedroom? And you and your brothers are actually part of a rebellion to free us from this oppressive gum creator? AND YOU WANT US TO JOIN YOU IN AIDING YOUR CAUSE??'" Buttercup replied.

Then Blossom arrived with Boomer and Brick in handcuffs that could surprisingly hold them.

"I got your message and caught these two red handed. Literally. Boomer was wearing red gloves and Brick's hand was on fire."

"Goddammit Butch! I told you to not leak details about the bubblegum heist!" Brick yelled.

Blossom gasped and flung Boomer away where he hit his head on the radio Buttercup had thrown and died. Then Bubbles caught his dead body which magically came back to life except it was his other personality with a stupid name, Breeze, who had magically grown darker hair and eyes and now wore glasses.

"You mean you know about the secret of the rich taxpayers?" Blossom gasped.

Brick grinned, "Of course! But you'll never know! MWAHAHAHA!"

Suddenly men in black suits and helicopters surrounded the six of them and forced a pill down Blossom's throat which sent her conscious out of the matrix and into her bald and pale body. 

"You know too much! GOODBYE FOREVER POWERPUFF GIRLS!" Dr. Doofenshmirtz cries from his giant robot that appeared out of nowhere.

Then a blue platypus with a hat pressed a button and it all blew up, killing us all.

"Buttercup? BUTTERCUP WAKE UP!"

Blossom was trying to wake me up... holy shit it had been a dream.

"God, Buttercup! I've been trying to wake you up for hours! Come on! Someone threatened to put 100 balls of lint in the new sock museum."

No. Oh no.