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The City of Townsville, where the supersized metropolis like any other town was filled with the bustling sounds of cars and chatters of many citizens, going about their day just as normal as anyone would go through on a day to day mundane life.


Of course, with the occasional villainy and criminal activity going on as well, but it was nothing that the heroes of the town can’t fix. That being the infamous Powerpuff Girls, who were the pride and joy and foundation of this perfect town, always fighting crime and saving the day for innocents from the bad guys that run amok. But what’s this? It looks like the girls are having a pint sized princess problem today, wonder how that would go?



“I’m gonna CUT you DOWN to size, Powerpuff Girls!”



The yellow spoiled redhead, who was powering up her mech suit, was more than eager to take down the trio. She planned to end it all once and for all, confident that she would be able to take them down this time.



“OKAY GIRLS! Let’s do Attack Formation T-42!”



With quick thinking, the pink leader commanded the girls to use an attack stance they were more so familiar with.



“Seriously, AGAIN?!?”


However, it was halted upon the green puff’s disagreement, who more or less rejected the idea being fed up with the repetitiveness of this attack form. This caused the two to argue back and forth.


“What’s wrong with Attack Formation T-42?” Blossom spouted, demanding to know what was wrong with her plan.


“We ALWAYS do Attack Formation T-42! Can’t we do something DIFFERENT this time?!?” Buttercup complained once again, feeling the plan was stale. The green girl always wanted something new each time they were in battle.


“We always use it ‘cause it WORKS!”


“Couldn’t we just hit her with a ROCK?”



As the girls kept bickering and fighting, the blue puff turned around to see the load that the yellow girl was about to unfold.



“Um, guys?”



Unbeknownst to the bickering sisters, Princess Morbucks had already taken a shot at them causing a red laser beam, paralyzing and zapping them in place. Within that moment, the bow that was on the leader’s head detached itself from the pink girl. Blossom took a moment to process upon seeing her bow flutter down to the ground and felt her head. Seconds later, her eyes quivered with tears, her face and body shaking lacking in pride.

Now with her bravery shattered, she gasped and cried out as she zipped to the ground realizing that the item of her source of comfort was gone.



“GASP! NOOOOOOOO!!! Gotta find it gotta find it gotta find it!”


Desperate from her search, she dug through the bushes and searched and sprawled out all over the ground to find her beloved hair piece.


“Come on come ON it’s here SOMEPLACE!”


She didn’t notice her other two sisters being zapped down to the dirt ground the second time, and when they got up, they were more or less confused, some would even call it annoyed at the leader’s sudden loss of her composure.


“BLOSSOM!!”


“What’s your PROBLEM?”



Eyes watering from the distraught pink girl, she quivered once more as she stared down at the bushes, stuttering out her reason for acting so out of place.



“I can’t.. I can’t find.. my bow..”



Princess Morbucks, who was more or less watching the scene unfold from above, gloated pridefully about her victory, thinking that she has the high end for this fight she instigated.


“AH-HAHAHAHA! Look at the babies CRAWL!! That’s ‘cause YOU got spanked by PRINCESS!! ME! The WINNER! The STRONGEST, TOUGHEST, SMARTEST-”


Before the yellow brat could even get another word out her mouth, she was unexpectedly slammed by a giant boulder, getting crushed underneath. The green puff who was behind this rocky defeat taunted her as she proudly took in this defeat herself, all the while Bubbles was trying to help out her pink sister in finding her beloved hair piece she so desired.


“And the FLATTEST!”


“Well, where did you see it last, Bloss?” Bubbles asked.


Nothing but the bow was on Blossom’s mind at the moment, and her desperation to quickly find it without haste was at an all time high. Not thinking twice, she answered Bubbles’ innocent question in a rude manner.


“DUH! On my head! What do you think?” Blossom snapped.


Both of the girls gasped at the behavior that their pink leader was displaying. Buttercup was in shock as well- normally, she would be the one to poke at Bubbles whether for fun or being snappy.


But Blossom being the one to do something like this? She wasn’t okay with this, because she knew that would mean Blossom genuinely meant it, unlike her who had trouble regulating her emotions and struggled to put out what she wanted to say most of the time whenever she gets real pissy.



“Lay off Bubbles dude! She was JUST tryin’ to HELP!”



Standing her ground in defending their blue sister, the pink girl snapped out of her state for just a moment. Feeling shame towards herself for being hostile to their kind sister, she apologized for her actions, not making any excuses for herself.



“You’re right.. I’m sorry girls, I should be more considerate and not be so…”



Meanwhile, the blue puff was hastily trying to find their pink sister’s bow, trying to hopefully calm her down and make her happy again. After some time of searching and digging, she was finally able to find the lost hair accessory.


“I found it!” The blue girl clamored.


The red haired girl did not spare a single second and triggered her to instantly beeline towards the object in the blue girl’s hand.


“AAAGH! GIMMIEE!! GIMMIEE!!! GIMMIEE!!!”


Bubbles squealed in shock as she dropped the bow in the pink girl's hand and quickly flew over to Buttercup, getting scared for just a moment before relaxing as she felt a gentle hand stroking her hair. The green girl frowned as she watched Blossom putting her hair accessory back on her head, petting the blue girl's head in a way to calm her down before crossing her arms.

The pink leader chuckled sheepishly, feeling slight embarrassment at her desperate behavior just earlier.


“Ahem.. uh.. Good job, team! Errr…”


The pink leader picked up Princess, hoping to try to diverge the conversation.



“We should probably bring her to jail and go home soon.”



The two girls, not saying a word, followed the leader as told and didn’t speak about what happened until later in the night as they were trying to process what had happened prior.

Soon enough, bedtime struck for the trio. The Professor, who was tucking his little girls to bed, was more than happy spending time with his daughters, as both Bubbles and Buttercup happily chatted about their ongoing day. 

“And we were fightin’ Princess, ‘cause she was shootin’ a big ray and it was cuttin’ everything in half..” Bubbles rambled on and about.

“How exciting! Sounds like you girls had an interesting day!” The scientist chimed in as he held his daughters closer and focused on the words, wanting to hear more on what they had to say. 

“Mhm! And she was all “NYAH NYAH” and we were all “YOU STOP THAT” and she was all “MAKE ME!” and she fired her ray at us!”



Blossom, still feeling like her proud self, continuously brushed her long hair, tuning out most of the conversation both of her sisters were having, up until they mentioned what happened with her hair accessory misfit.



“Yeah! And that’s when Blossom really went nuts!!! ” The green girl exclaimed.

The father figure, upon hearing this, felt concerned for his little girl, wanting to know more on what happened.

“Honey, did something happen today?” he asked the pink girl.

“No… well, I just got distracted, that’s all..” Blossom vaguely answered, wanting to avoid the question altogether.

Of course, Bubbles ruined that for her, which did not help with her insecurities bubbling up inside.



“It’s because you lost your bow...” Bubbles piped up.



“BUBBLES!”



“Well,  you did!”



The pink leader, feeling her ego being shot, got heavily defensive about her insecurities and fears being let out willy nilly. It only got worse once her green sister Buttercup, who decided to instigate, adding fuel to the fire, and even taunting her as a result.



“YEAH, and you FREAKED! You shoulda seen it Professor! She was all like, “OO, where’s my BOW! I can’t fight without my BOW!”



Shaking with rage, the pink girl tried to keep as much composure as she could, but with how personal the topic was to her, she couldn’t help but blow up, like a volcano bubbling up for eruption.



“WELL, if YOU GUYS had done a BETTER job at FIGHTING PRINCESS, I wouldn’t have LOST my bow and FREAKED!! It’s not my fault you both can’t follow orders!!! All you guys really have to do is beat EM UP!!”


“Blossom, that's enough!” The father figure who was watching all this unfold, stepped between the three girls before anything else got worse.



The pink leader crossed her arms and turned around in frustration, but not before apologizing. She not only felt a tinge of guilt, but seeing the scientist giving her a side eyed stare didn’t help any matters. The other two girls were behind him as they clung to each of his shoulders, each sticking their tongues out in retaliation, a childish way to get back at someone. Regardless, she was still defensive due to her feelings of inferiority.



“Okay, okay, I’m sorry…But they don’t understand how HARD it is to be the LEADER!!”






The green girl, hearing the retaliation, chimed in with her own two cents as she floated in front of their father figure and blue puff. Pointing her nonexistent fingers at the stubborn leader.



“HARD? Yeah right, it is SO ‘hard’ to boss people around and demand things out of them,” Buttercup snapped. “I bet that’s got to be ‘hard.’ I bet I can be a better leader than YOU if I tried hard enough, you’re just not capable of being one!”



Blossom, who got triggered even more, proceeded to spat back more words with pettiness and fury. As a result, floated towards Buttercup, not backing down on what's going to come out of her mouth.


“Are you for real? Being a leader is not just a walk in the park Buttercup! You might think it’s easy, but it’s not! And you are wrong about that last part! I’m just as a capable leader as anyone else! In fact, I’m definitely better than you!”



Childish antics were driven back and forth between the two, as the blue puff and their father figure kept watching the scene unfold for a while more until the father figure put a stop to this once more.



“You're not!”



“Am too!”



“YOU’RE NOT!” 



“AM TOO!”



“GIRLS!” 

Both the pink and green puffs stopped upon hearing their parental figure scream, silent as they tried to listen to what he had to say, despite still wanting to continue the fight.



“Okay girls, sounds like all of you cranky campers need a good night’s sleep, why don’t we all just head on to dreamland for the rest of the night?”



The girls nodded reluctantly, but still abided by the Professor’s advice, not wanting to upset him any further than he already was. Each of the puffs flew in their respective bed positions but not before having their good night’s kiss, ready to be tucked into bed.

Floating by the Professor, they each gave him a hug before receiving a kiss on their heads preparing for their good night's sleep. Both Buttercup and Bubbles have said their good nights before flying into the edges of their bed, where their color positions lay. As Blossom gave a hug, the Professor was about to kiss Blossom on the head before the girl warned him about her hair accessory.



“Hey careful, watch the bow.”


“Goodni..- oh, sorry.”



Soon Blossom flew into the middle of the bed, where her spot in position lay, proud and bold of her leadership status. Professor smiled and looked at his girls, who were now sleeping all so peacefully one final time, before he headed off to bed himself and turned off the lights.

While the pink girl slept soundly for the rest of the night, the other two looked at her with disapproval before falling asleep themselves. 

Early dawn hit the next day, the sun shining in their eyes. Bubbles and Buttercup woke up very fatigued- normally, they themselves would not wake up this early, especially if it’s a school day. But it seemed like the frustration clearly hit them somewhat, both did not appreciate the outbursts of their leader’s stress and anxiety.


The green puff yawned out loud, indicating her still sleepiness, but still got up regardless.

“Sleep well, Bubs?” Buttercup asked.



The blue girl nodded and shook her head within the same timespan, indicating her unsureness for her night's rest. She was feeling okay, but also semi sleepy at the same time. The two walked to the bathroom and got ready, leaving the pink leader to sleep on the bed alone. 

As the two brush their teeth and brush their hair, they struck up a mini conversation, one that was about their pink sister’s current behavior as of recently.

“I didn’t like how Blossom yelled at me yesterday.. She was being mean and scary,” Bubbles said.

“Ya same, leader girl’s got problems,” Buttercup replied. “I wanna put some sense into her, let her know what she did was not okay.”



The blue girl raised her eyebrows, knowing Buttercup had also said some unnecessary things to the pink sister as well. Though she merely only wanted to vent out her problems. But she knows she didn’t want to get involved in a fight for sure. Knowing it would only cause more problems than good.



“Well.. I know she didn’t mean it, Buttercup. I don’t wanna blame Blossom, you know..”





The blue girl poked her own nonexistent fingers together, feeling a pinch of guilt patterned in her heart, not wanting to feel as she is villainizing her own sister. With that she felt a gentle pat on her head; when she looked up, it was Buttercup, looking away but still patting her hair regardless. It oddly.. felt nice somehow.


Normally, Buttercup would be the one to bully her and taunt her for a lot of things, and even situations like these, she would treat it nonexistent in comfort.


But this time... this time was definitely different from the usual, and Bubbles definitely liked the change, taking in the satisfaction that her tomboy sister was nicer towards her. The green puff herself, who was comforting the blue sister, flustered slightly in embarrassment. She couldn’t tell exactly why she was comforting her. But having a drive to help her, she welcomed the feeling.


She stopped to listen to her blue sister's woes though, giving her an excuse to halt herself being suddenly oddly sappy.


“Eh... I mean, I kind of get it, but I wanna get her back at the very least…” Buttercup lamented. “She acts like that dang bow is so important! Kinda like how I was when I had my blanket back..”



At that moment, it clicked for the green puff. The pink leader, her sister, acted like how she did when she had her blanket with her back then. She felt nothing but rage. Wasn’t she the one who had convinced her that a good fighter doesn't need the use of comfort items? And yet, here she was, being possessive of her own comfort item. Not to mention Bubbles didn’t get the same treatment with Octi too.


It wasn’t Bubbles' fault, though. Really, she did refuse to give up Octi, and Buttercup secretly wished that she was just as stubborn instead of letting her pride get to her, convincing herself that she was strong enough to not need it. But remembering how she told Professor to get rid of it, it was already too late to get it back. She realized how much she regretted tossing away her beloved soft cloth that provided her the safety and comfort she needed, thinking that Blossom never needed anything like that, and strived to be just as strong as her.





Knowing the truth now, she felt cheated on.



It wasn’t fair, it just wasn’t fair. Why was she the one who had to get rid of it? Why her? Why was she getting the short end of the stick all the time? If only she could just take that bow from her, maybe then she’ll understand how she felt…

Suddenly, an idea struck the green girl. She felt a wide grin developing on her lips, curling up from side to side. She might know now how to get back at Blossom big time and maybe teach her a lesson.



“Hey Bubbles, I think I might have an idea that can teach Bloss not to be so snappy.”



The blue girl tilted her head in curiosity, as the green girl whispered to her about her plan. Hearing what it is, Bubbles was unsure of the plan, knowing how it felt to be in potentially Blossom’s position.



“Are you sure this is a good idea, Buttercup?” Bubbles inquired.



The green girl shrugged off her blue sister’s concerns, before reassuring her that it would be fine, nothing extremely bad would happen out of this little lesson out of theirs.



“It’ll be fine, Bubs, I’m sure. I’ll give it back when I think she learned her lesson and all,” Buttercup answered. “Besides, you AND Blossom did something similar to me before when I tried taking everyone’s teeth, so why shouldn’t we do the same to her?”



The blue girl gave it a thought, Buttercup had a point. She had taught a lesson to Buttercup before with Blossom before, so it shouldn’t be wrong to do the same to Blossom as well. It wasn’t like Buttercup was going to go too far with this, right? Bubbles gave a nod of agreement to her green sister’s words.



And thus, the plan was set in motion.

Just around an hour later, the pink girl had finally woken up. She groggily grabbed her change of clothes and headed to the bathroom to wash up. She took a look in the mirror to brush her teeth and brush her hair. It didn’t take long for her to notice after brushing her teeth for some time to realize her red hair accessory was out of her hair. 

She screamed in horror, zooming out of the bathroom and started trashing the bedroom. She checked in the sheets first, as well as checking under the pillows, nothing there. She then checked the shelves and wardrobes as well, not there either.

Getting desperate by the minute, she even checked in the toy box and on the tables as well. No sight of the pointy red bow at all. Tears welled up in her eyes as she was reliving that same fear she had felt yesterday.



“NO NO NO NO NO NO! Not again! Where did it go? Where did my bow go?!”



Dread settled in for the pink clad girl as she kept rummaging around the room for her precious item of comfort. Pretty soon, the whereabouts of said item was right in front of her, as the green sister came into the room and flaunted her struggle.



“Gee Blossom, looks like you’re FIT to be TIED! Hmm, I wonder what you’re looking for?”



Blossom’s eyes fumed with fire inside, burning with instant flaming rage. There she lay eyes on her bow, one where Buttercup was wearing herself. And to put salt to the wound it had to be her favorite bow too. She then glances over to see the blue girl over there in the corner, clearly feeling a bit uncomfortable with the altercation.

The pink leader took a deep breath, remembering how much Bubbles was upset yesterday, at least the bow wasn’t lost, and if Buttercup has it she’s bound to give it back at some point. She knows she’s only doing that to get her goat. She just has to wear a different bow for the day for the time being. She floated away towards the door while stating:



“You know what? Fine, that’s ok. I’m not dealing with this. I got plenty of other bows to spare…”



She opened the closet, only to find that her usual box of spare bows was out of sight.



“WHAT?!?”

There was not a single bow in reach. Her jaw dropped and eyes widened with shock, did Buttercup seriously hide her spares as well? She turns around to find her sister standing so tall with confidence, with a proud smile on her face that mocks back at her. Her eyes were now filled with crazed anger, her mind frazzled from her anxiety. Her thoughts were now messy, no longer calm and collected.

She stared with nothing but pure rage and anger. Her eyes locked in at the bow that the green sister is wearing currently. Oh it was so on. If it was a fight she wanted, it was a fight she would get. It certainly didn’t help that the green puff kept taunting her, instigating her and trying to get to her with puns.



“What’s the MATTER, Blossom? Can’t take a little RIBBIN’?”



Blossom responded with a leap towards her, only to crash in the wall down the hallway.



“Whoaaa, guess not, ‘leader girl’... or should I say ‘follower girl’ now?”



The pink leader proceeded to chase down that green grasshopper of her sister, failing to catch her each time down the hall. She bumped, crashed, and even tripped as a result, with every failure that she had made, the worse her confidence got. She needed that bow back, she couldn’t afford to not have it. SHE COULDN’T.

At the same time, Buttercup was very much enjoying this, getting back at her sister with every chance she got, especially as the leader. For once, she could one up the pink girl and not have the short end of the stick to a fight or some lesson she got lumped in with.

For once, she was the one teaching her a lesson, the adrenaline of being able to just put her in place felt amazing. She was avoiding her pink sister, who was still trying to get her bow back. They were having a back and forth spat like it was a game of catch.



“GIMMIE BACK MY BOW!”


“No way!”


“Yes way!”


“Nuh UH!”


“Uh HUH!”



As the chase went on, Bubbles was standing to the side, watching the scene all unfold, unsure what to do within the moment. Thankfully, the buzzer was ringing from the hotline, meaning they could potentially stop fighting and shift their focus on something else.

Zooming down the hall, the girl picked up the hot line and nodded her head to the caller’s request.


“Er, hi? Just a second…” The pig tailed girl answered before holding up the hotline, screaming to get her sisters’ attention. ”GIRLS! IT’S THE MAYOR!!!”



The green girl instinctively swooped in and grabbed the phone from her baby blue sister’s hand, answering in a diligent manner. “Yes Mayor?” The green puff nodded before answering once more. “Alright, thanks. We’ll be there.”


Blossom was not at all happy with this, not used to the change- she was the one who’s supposed to answer first. “HEY! I’m supposed to get the phone!”


The current leader didn’t even pay attention to the pink girl’s words and commanded the girls to get to the crime scene, stat. Pronto!



“Townsville is in trouble! Come on, let's GO, girls!”



Blue and green streaks flew as they were about to zip to the destination of their choice, before realizing the pink sister was not with them. Blossom simply stood there, staring at the hotline, contemplating over what happened earlier. Buttercup, feeling annoyed yapped instantly about the pink “ex leader’s” slow reaction.



“Well?” the green puff snipped, causing Blossom to sneak a glance at her. “Aren’t you coming, Bloss?”






The “ex leader” was now trembling like a leaf, still upset over not being able to get the hotline.



“But… I always… get the phone…” Blossom meekly spoke with a quivering voice, as her eyes tears up.



The green girl rolled her eyes, annoyed at the pink girl’s antics. Was she really doing this now? She yanked Blossom by the arm and urged her to go, quickly dashing off to where the crime scene was committed. 

Arriving at the center of town, a giant mauve mech with big laser shooting guns was trampling and terrorizing all of Townsville. A giant glass dome surrounded the top of the machinery, there sat the most vicious ape in all of town, who was none other than the nefarious Mojo Jojo himself.

The hairy primate hollered and laughed with joy, finding the amusement in destroying this very well beloved city. Later on, he felt a violent rumble, and the whole mech suit was shook to its core.

His eyes landed on 3 floating girls in front of him, who were staring at him with annoyance, though nothing short or long of that. It would appear that they have decided to give this big machinery a good whack of the day, but the chimp managed to regain its balance, and thus began his usual villainy monologue and speech. Proudly, he boasted:



“Nice TRY girls, but you have once again UNDERESTIMATED my superior INTELLECT, my tactical GENIUS, and furthermore, my BIG HONKIN’ GUN!!”



Listening to the monkey’s arrogant fueled words, the girls could only give a bored stare. Something that they were used to hearing at this point from any villain who monologues, especially from Mojo himself. 

The pink girl proceeded to open her mouth, attempting to counteract with her speech. However she found herself struggling a bit, feeling a slight jolt in her heart, her mind cloudy as she scrambled to find the right wordage.



“Your stupid cannon can’t hurt us Mojo! Because… we’re GOOD! And you’re… EVIL and all that. And… umm… uhh… you’re STUPID!! YEAH!”



No matter how hard she tried to keep up a confident front, her actions didn’t match up how she truly felt inside as her words slurred and distorted from her original intent. Any attempt in saving face on what she had let out was too late. Her sisters, including Mojo, were more or less confused by her demeanor.

Although Bubbles was more wincing, and cringing at what she said. Buttercup simply gave her pink sister a frustrated look and slapped her own face in disappointment and annoyance. The green girl proceeded to punch her pink sister to the side, stepping up as the leader in that moment to fix the pink girl’s poor attempts at making a comeback. Blossom felt a slight pain in her back from that impact and let out a slight pained noise from her mouth.

“You’ll NEVER defeat us Mojo, ‘cause The Powerpuff Girls CAN and ALWAYS WILL TRIUMPH over EVIL!” Buttercup boasted.



Rubbing her back, Blossom listened to Buttercup’s successful dialogue, one that would’ve been taken straight out of her mouth. 

…If only I had been successful with it.



The blue girl cheered and encouraged Buttercup’s words as she watched from the sidelines. Buttercup didn’t show it, but she flushed at her sister’s encouragement. Enjoying her sister’s praise, she gave out a prideful grin. 

Meanwhile, the pink girl sulked and looked down in shame. She was the one that was supposed to say those words, not Buttercup since she was the rightful leader after all. …So why did it hurt so much if it was true?



“But… I was gonna say that...” She could only mumble.



The monkey, who was staring at the Powerpuff Girls curiously, did not pay any attention to the green now leader’s words at all. Instead, he was trying to pinpoint what was different with the girls. However, he couldn’t somehow figure out what it was. He took the time to think and stare at the girls, trying to figure out what could be so off about this trio of superheroes.

The green and pink puff, much rather annoyed at Mojo’s prolonged staring, shared their annoyances at the mutated primate as it kept going on longer than it should’ve. After a final inspection, the chimp simply shrugged his shoulders and continued with his plan to take over the town, targeting the nearest puff and zapping them with a laser in his mech, that being of the pink girl.



“BLOSSOM!!”



The other two girls shrieked as they witnessed their pink sister get tossed back to the side and hit her head on the concrete floor, knocking her out for a good while. Blue and green streaks flew as they kept targeting the mech over and over again, taking any punches and kicks they could get to the evil monkey itself.

Mojo, who was trying to engage in the fight, couldn't help but be bothered by what was wrong with the Powerpuff Girls; this distraction that got him to think about the many possibilities of what the problem was, led to his eventual defeat. Could it be new haircuts, shoes, even shampoo? Perhaps they had been working out? Regardless, the monkey soon was slammed to the ground with one final blow.

Blossom finally awoke just around when the fight had ended. Taking her chance, she joined the last blow with her sisters, before trying to obliterate the monkey. Being desperate to be useful and do her duty as a Powerpuff Girl, she disregarded Mojo's current state, who was already down and unable to move at all. She spat out some words within each punch.



“Take summa THIS! An’ summa that! An’ summa THIS TOO, you mean... old... MONKEY!”



The other two stared at Blossom as they kept watching their sister relentlessly beating the mutated mammal, not stopping for any breaks or whatsoever. Bubbles held her head in concern, feeling concerned about her sister’s odd behavior. Was that bow truly affecting her that badly?

Meanwhile, Buttercup stared in disbelief before regaining her senses and proceeded to grab Blossom’s arm, rendering her to stop completely.



“Uh.. Blossom?” She spoke in a sharp, annoyed tone.



The pink puff turned around upon feeling the tight grip around the arm, realizing that it was her green sister holding her arm. “What?”



“We’re LATE. For SCHOOL.”


“ Oh! Um… alright.”






She forcefully yanked Blossom to her side, hurting her arm for a second, but the pink girl still followed and caught up to the other girls at school, leaving the poor monkey to lay fend for himself in the streets, until the police arrived to arrest him.

Upon entering the school, their teacher Ms. Keane greeted them politely at the door, asking the girls to go take their seats, moving on to teach the class some math. Each girl sat down in their respective spots as they floated towards their chairs. Bubbles sat quietly, unsure what to do within the moment.

Normally, she would take out some paper and crayons to doodle along in class, but feeling concerned about Blossom’s behavior earlier, she sat silently, watching Blossom mope- she wondered if the plan that Buttercup came up with was too far. Buttercup held her head up high and her spirits as well, as she was enjoying the moment of pride, glancing over at Blossom’s sad state, she can’t help but feel triumph over her pink sister. Finally, she surpassed her at something, and she didn’t get repercussions over it.

She turned her head towards the blue girl, who wasn’t happily humming, or doodling like she usually did. She started paying attention towards their pink sister, who only gave her a sad look. Buttercup scoffed on the inside, it wasn’t like she was going to take away the bow forever or anything. Besides, if Blossom was over here getting antsy over a bow, then it was her problem to begin with. It was only for one day, where was the harm in that?

Silence filled the green girl’s head as she decided to look at her sisters again. While Blossom having a defeated look is to be expected, Bubbles still looked sad as her eyes sometimes drew back towards the board, and then at their pink sister again. Buttercup carefully reached out her hand and rubbed the blue girl's shoulder, hoping to comfort her even just a little. Although not for too long– she didn’t want anyone else to get the idea that she was being soft and sappy.

Bubbles glanced over to see that once again, Buttercup was trying to comfort her, although it was for a very brief moment. She smiled at Buttercup, letting her know in a way that she truly appreciated the effort. She didn’t quite understand why Buttercup was being nicer to her today, but she decided to just accept it and not question it for now.





Soon, the teacher then announced it was time for show and tell. After listening or skimming through the lesson, kids started to raise their hands, eager to show their treasures and trinkets that they have brought along with them. One by one, the children were selected by Ms. Keane to go up to the front, each explaining what their object of the day was that they brought in.

Most were toys that the kids love the most– some were their favorite reading books, even a personal thing that they made themselves with arts and crafts, some strange things, like Mitch Mitchelson, who brought in a wooden board with a nail being nailed in it.

Ms. Keane diligently thanked him as she did with every other child that has brought in an item. Even if the item was particularly... strange. Soon the teacher called up another name, a girl that went by the name Sally. Everyone’s eyes locked in on her as she presented her item like all the other children before her.

There she presented a beautiful doll, explaining how much she loved her “Tressy Tessie Doll” as it has beautiful long blonde hair and a pretty blue bow that matches with her blue pants. Blossom stared intently at the doll as her body and mind started to race, and soon she started to shake, not from fear, not from sadness, but pain and anger.

Pain from the bow having been stolen by Buttercup, a source of comfort that was taken away from her, now just a useless sack of meat that everyone can poke fun and laugh at. Anger that Buttercup would go as far is to take it from her, anger that no one around her seems to notice that her precious bow was missing. And soon she felt a bunch of feelings mushed in together. One of sadness, lack of confidence, and a struggle of insecurities.

She stared at the doll more, and its hair accessory seemed to stare mockingly back at her. The more she looked at it, the more inferior she felt– her insides started to churn and twist. She wanted to cry, she wanted to throw up, but most of all… she wanted that BOW.



SHE NEEDED THAT BOW.



Without thinking, she lunged at the poor girl, darting towards the doll with no thoughts in her mind, other than the bow itself. 

“MINE!!” she screamed as she attempted to yank the bow off the doll’s head as an attempt to replace it for her empty head, an impulse to fill in that empty void of hers.



This took both Bubbles and Buttercup by surprise, they certainly didn’t expect this. With a look of agreement between the two, Buttercup flew over to Blossom and tried to pull her off while still struggling. Bubbles was attempting to pull the doll out of their pink sister’s hands. Soon enough, the doll was safe, and the deed was done.

The blue puff handed the toy back to Sally and the girl returned to her seat; so did Buttercup and Bubbles. Everyone else was in shock at what just happened. Blossom? The goodie good two shoes, teacher's pet of the class, was misbehaving? That didn’t seem right at all.


Soon Ms. Keane took Blossom aside and gestured for her to come here and have an important talk with her, being concerned for her sudden misbehavior. Still shaking, the red haired girl approached her teacher, with what seemed like a tear about to fall from her eye. She wiped it quickly, trying to stay strong throughout what she was currently feeling.



She stared at the teacher with her big bug eyes, as she saw Ms Keane kneeling down, trying to talk to her on the same level as to not intimate the poor girl, but merely wanting her to teach her an actual lesson and importance to the topic.



“Now Blossom, let’s discuss this like big girls... Could you tell me why you did that to your classmate? It’s not like you to do something like this.”



No answer. Blossom wanted to say something but nothing came out of her mouth, she could only shake and tremble, unable to get her words out properly as she stuttered out:



“I… well…”



Ms. Keane sighed and shook her head, lecturing Blossom about the importance of not only handling jealousy and envy well, but also how she almost attacked her classmate for the sake of obtaining that doll. She could only assume how the girl was feeling based on her actions, but she wouldn’t outright pinpoint on exactly how she actually felt. The only thing she could do was explain how wrong it was to do something like this.

Blossom sighed, feeling disappointed in herself, feeling the shame and the feeling of guilt mixed with embarrassment. She didn’t understand what was going on with herself, she didn’t understand why she was feeling this way. All she could think of was how much she had messed up, and how much she shouldn’t have done in the first place. She wished she had kept her composure calm and collected. 



With her super hearing, unintentionally, she heard her sister Buttercup giving a snide remark on what she did, in a very annoyed, sneering tone:



“God, seriously. This is SO embarrassing..” 



She felt even more guilty for attacking an innocent classmate of theirs, and having to feel ashamed of herself hurt more. With the thoughts running through her mind, she felt her heart racing, her vision started to blur ever so slightly more, her hearing is now filled with nothing but muffled chatter and ringing. Her breath was compressing up and down through her chest as she could feel the atmosphere being extra stuffy. What was happening to her?

Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a buzzing noise that soon filled her ears, glancing towards the direction of the noise; it was none other than the hotline. Without thinking, she instinctively bolted right to the hotline, making sure that she would be to pick up the hotline first. After all, she was the leader of the group, so she got that responsibility… right?  

“MINE MINE MINE MINE!!!” She screamed, desperately grabbing the phone, all the while claiming her share of it.



Responding to the hotline, she diligently responded to the Mayor’s calls, telling him they were on the way. Bubbles and Buttercup, watching this unfold, got the memo, although Buttercup slapped her own face once again at the audacity of the behavior that Blossom displayed just for sake of getting to the hotline.

As she and the rest of her sisters flew out the school to fulfill the needs of the Mayor, Bubbles questioned what the problem was, not knowing what they needed to do.



“So.. what is it Blossom? What is the mayor calling us for?”



The pink girl’s face turned pale for a moment: she realized she had forgotten to ask prior to that, feeling more blows to the ego, each one stronger than the last. But, she had to be honest with her sisters.



“Uhh… well, the thing is that… I had forgotten.. to.. ask.”



Buttercup, who was listening in on everything, rolled her eyes on that comment, feeling annoyed that their sister, who was supposed to be the reliable leader, completely fell apart without her bow.



“GREAT,” Buttercup remarked sarcastically, filling the air with tension. “How so very great of you.”

They soon reached the building of city hall, where the mayor had resided. The girls then found the short pickle loving guy, and the smart and reliable assistant Ms. Bellum dangling over a bear trap and tied to a rope together by none other than the nefarious monkey, Mojo Jojo upon glancing through the window. With an instant, they crashed through the roof, attempting to take down the chimp once and for all.

Unbeknownst to them, with the Powerpuff Girls here, Mojo smiled deviously, knowing he can enact his very big plan, as he watched the girls make way towards him.



“MUZZLE your MALEVOLENT MONKEYSHINES, Mojo! You WON’T get away with THIS!”



As the green clad girl charged forward, attempting to aim for the blow, the other two girls followed with her, with Blossom piping up with her own remarks.



“Uh… yeah! What she said! You… monkey!”



With that, the evil monkey grinned and proceeded to fire a cannon, revealing a grappling claw which stole the red bow from Buttercup’s head.



“MY BOW!”



Both the green and pink girl exclaimed, with Buttercup feeling her head, now lacking a bow– it didn’t feel the same as before. Her mind clouded with anxiety for a brief moment before keeping her focus onto the evil primate. 

Meanwhile the pink girl stared as she witnessed her precious hair accessory being taken by their mortal enemy. Her heart raced, wanting so badly to grab the bow back from the monkey’s grasp, but didn’t want to risk destroying her bow in the process. Unlike Buttercup, Mojo was an actual villain, there was no telling of what he might do to her bow.

As they stared, the monkey proceeded to go on a tangent about how he noticed a change in behavior due to Buttercup’s sudden gain of a bow and Blossom’s lack of one. Believing it is the key to control Powerpuff Girls and eventually becoming invincible to the heroes. He went on to explain his plan:



“To think it was in front of my face all this time! The seat of the Powerpuff Power is in Blossom’s bow!” 

The chimpanzee looked over at Blossom, who was tearing up at the sight of the bow in his hands. “Bereft of her bow, Blossom becomes a blithering baby!”

The pink girl sniffled as she felt utterly insulted, along with dread. If Mojo had the bow, surely, it would be harder for her to get her back now.



“You BULLY!” She spat out.



Then the chimp turned around and faced the green girl, further trying to enhance his point.



“Brutish Buttercup becomes bossy!”



The green puff was filled with not only annoyance, but also seething with anger deep down. As every second went by, she wanted to knock the bow off of his hands.



“BOOO!! You’re boring everyone here!” she retorted in a defiant manner, still staring at the bow.



Mojo returned to his long, dragging monologue before placing the red head accessory onto his head. Feeling a surge of triumph and victory to his cause, he declared:



“But now the bow belongs to me… and you belligerent brats are beaten! I, MOJO JOJO, I am INVINCIBLE!”



Soon Mojo felt a punch to his face and was sent flying towards the bookshelves. Upon first glance as his head was spinning, he thought it might’ve been the blue puff, recalling the cool colors from the color streaks. Taking a closer look, it was the black haired Powerpuff. Mojo could’ve sworn there was fire that seemed to be burning with rage in her eyes.

She proceeded to take the bow from his grasp and placed it back onto her own head, adjusting it to her liking, before proceeding to obliterate the monkey down, ravaging and hurdling words and violence at the chimp, throwing in even more strength and malice into the punches and kicks as much as she could with no breaks of any kind.



“You stupid MONKEY! You really think wearing that bow is going to make you control us?”


The girl continuously beat Mojo’s face, scarring the monkey cheek to cheek, kicking, stomping, and rolling more with the punches as she said between her breath, her chest compressing and decompressing at a fast rate. Not giving him any chance for the chimp to even explain himself.



“Well… you… can think.. TWICE! About it… YOU STUPID MONKEY!”



She kept screaming and threw the primate into the office floor, channeling her inner rage.




“AND THIS IS WHAT YOU GET!”



She knocked Mojo into a wall, with debris and dust flying everywhere.



“FOR STEALING MY BOW! AND HURTING THE MAYOR, MS. BELLUM, EVERYONE IN TOWNSVILLE!”



Seeing the monkey crashing through the floor and falling onto the ground, the girls could’ve sworn they heard his bones cracking in different areas, leaving Mojo brutally injured. A chunk of his helmet was broken, leaving most of his brain exposed and vulnerable, his neck was twisted sideways, his breaths short in between wheezes, bones sticking out oddly in some areas, and his fingers barely twitching along. A pool of blood was seen leaking underneath him and around in some places as well, it was lucky that he was even alive. Or maybe the Chemical X inside him made him more resilient.

Watching the whole fight unfold, Bubbles and Blossom stared at their sister in shock; this was by far the most brutal that they had ever seen Buttercup unleashed through her fights. Even for them, this was too brutal for them to go through with, even worse than when they went nuts for some candy. They both stared at the body of the chimp down below, unable to process what happened in that moment.

Soon, both the Mayor and Miss Bellum were released from the deadly trap they were in, congratulating the girls, with Buttercup especially being the one who quickly handled the situation. Buttercup flushed, but in a proud way as she enjoyed the attention that she just got. Blossom can’t help but feel sick to her stomach, knowing she would have solved the situation as well… However, she was happy for Buttercup that she achieved something worth keeping.

As for the now vegetative monkey, he was placed onto the stretcher first before being taken to prison for his crimes– the injuries were so severe, that when the cops arrived, they couldn’t even cuff his hands due to the arms being stuck and twisted in certain positions.






The townsfolk approached the wreckage and were there to witness the fight; they stared for a moment before the crowd whooped and cheered, endlessly chanting Buttercup’s name over and over again, praising her, complimenting her efforts in beating up the monkey that tormented their hometown. Even the mayor credited Buttercup solely for solving the situation quickly and efficiently, raising her hand up, hearing the crowd roar with even more excitement.

Buttercup, taking in this newfound fame and glory, felt something… different. Recalling all the times she felt unwanted, thinking about the times she was given the short end of the stick, not obtaining as much recognition as both of her other sisters, she felt like she was nothing more than just “another tough fighter” compared to the “leader” and “support” of the group. Even her OWN name is nothing short of just a pathetic follow up to her sister’s names.

Memories surged through as she started to have a moment where she was deemed too much, or that Blossom and Bubbles were the nicer ones, she was the more mean one, she was the troublemaker, and she was everything she could be as a hero, but not good enough to be everything like her sisters. She hated it, she hated feeling like this for a very long time now.

But this? The praise, the cheering, the chanting? This was pretty new to her, people genuinely liked her now. What exactly changed?

She put her hands through her hair and felt the hair accessory in her head. Oh, that’s right... She was still wearing Blossom’s bow. She ran her hand through her sister’s bow on her head, feeling the soft texture glazed through her nonexistent fingers. Man, who knew she could take charge of situations like a leader too? 

“Guess being a leader wasn’t as boring and full of responsibilities as I thought it would.” She thought to herself.




As more people came around surrounding her, it dawned on the green puff. Somehow, ever since she started to take charge, suddenly people began noticing her. She glanced around, seeing more people expressing their love as fans, and also gaining new ones as well. Many even asked for an autograph, and asked for pictures too. She naturally smiled, basking in the fame she’s getting at an instant.







She touched the bow on her head once more. In some way, this bow had given everything that she was striving for; to be recognized, to be loved more, not to be the shadow of her two more beloved sisters anymore. She craved the feeling, she wished that dream would come true for her, and now in a way, it did.



She beamed through this new position as she was waving to the townsfolk, happily engaging with the people around her. She felt a tap on the shoulder, glancing over at the person that did it. 

There was Blossom, who was standing behind her, asking her if they all could leave. Buttercup frowned, wanting to stay for a bit more. But seeing Bubbles, who was behind her, clearly feeling uneasy with the overwhelming amount of crowds surrounding all of them, she agreed and flew back home with the others.

Flying back home, Buttercup unknowingly hummed to herself with happy thoughts swirling in her mind.

“Maybe Blossom wouldn’t mind if I kept her bow for just another week, right?” She thought to herself. “If I can part with the blanket, Blossom can part with her bow too.” 

Bubbles smiled at Buttercup, she had never seen her this happy before. Thinking it was from the triumph of her solely defeating Mojo, she let her have her moment, happy that she was happy.

In that moment, Blossom kept staring at the bow that Buttercup was wearing, her tears welling up inside, her body shaking in pain and sadness. Why hadn’t she given the bow back yet? She should’ve given the bow back for now, right? She’d probably give it back when they got home, right? 

Trying to keep her composure, she tried to take a deep breath, but found herself suddenly breathing faster than before, trying to make sense of why everything felt so cloudy around her, why the bow was the one thing that mattered to her the most.

Bubbles, who heard the intense breathing, asked the pink girl if she was ok. Buttercup turned around upon hearing about Bubbles’s worries. Blossom felt her body shake, and stared at the bow. Tries to tell herself that she can wait longer, that she’ll get it back eventually. But the more she looks at it, the more she feels desperate for it.


Within seconds, she instinctively pounced on Buttercup like a rabid animal and attempted to grab her bow back. Buttercup, who was covered up in this situation, couldn't see or comprehend what was going on and started to thrash around.




“HEY– WHAT?! BLOSSOM, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!!” Buttercup shrieked.



Bubbles, witnessing Blossom acting out again, attempted to pry her off of Buttercup, but to no avail.



“BLOSSOM! PLEASE! GET OFF OF HER!” she begged her sister.



With the chaos that was happening, everything spun out of control on the air, and eventually, they all crash landed near their home. Soon, they got up one by one, trying to make sense of what was happening. Buttercup’s first instinct was to touch her hair and make sure the bow wasn’t taken from her, she felt a wave of relief realizing that the bow was still upon her head. Then she turned towards the pink clad girl– she was pissed at her, over what just happened.



“WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU, BLOSSOM?! ARE YOU FOR REAL RIGHT NOW?!!” she snapped, confused and angry. “Did you seriously attack me just to get the bow back?”




As the pink girl got up, trying to make sense of what's happening, realizing that she had messed up, started to try and explain herself, but she made sure to address her wrongs as well. Her body started to shake, as she still tried to keep her composure as she explained further.



“I’m sorry if I caused us to crash, but it’s been a long time, and you haven’t given my bow back yet… and...”




The girl quivered and started to tear up a bit, wanting nothing more than just her beloved comfort hair accessory back, nothing more, nothing less. Sure, it was an impulsive thing to do, but Blossom just couldn’t handle it any further. 

The other two girls looked at each other then back at Blossom again, and could only feel discomfort and uncertainty. One of them, being of the blue one, decided to speak up for once, and made sure her words were heard loud and clear.



“Blossom you could’ve waited until we landed, or waited until we got home. You could’ve injured one of us! Even yourself! Or worse, someone innocent if we weren’t so lucky to crash on to them!”



The pink girl hung her head in shame. She still didn’t fully understand why she acted so brash and impulsive, especially if she was usually calm and collected before.

She wished that she wasn’t so much of a failure, and only wanted to be a good Powerpuff again, a useful one. And she couldn’t do it without her bow. 





The silence in the air filled with tension once again. The green girl scoffed, was she seriously that desperate for her bow? Even she didn’t attack the others when she realized her blanket was a fake.

With that in mind, an idea suddenly popped up for Buttercup, remembering wanting to play leader for just a bit longer. Maybe she could somewhat help with fixing Blossom’s… problem, and kill 2 birds with one stone. This time, she got to be the one that helped the others realize their wrong doings, just like how Blossom did that for her. And, she got to wear the bow to experience the “leadership” role a lot longer. Of course, she’d return it once she was done acting as the leader.



“Blossom.”



The pink girl looked up at their green sister upon hearing her name. Bubbles listened in as she watched her tomboy sibling talk to Blossom, addressing some issues and attempting to fix them as well.

The green sister put her hand on the pink puff’s shoulder, attempting to help her relax for a bit.



“You remember how I had my blankie, right? You said I was too reliant on it and that I didn’t need it to fight, remember?” Buttercup explained, earning a nod from the pink puff. “Well, you’re acting like that with your bow right now, so I think you need to fix that, like how you fixed my issues with my blanket.”



Blossom nodded again, before slowly realizing what Buttercup meant, not realizing she was exhibiting the same behavioral issues as Buttercup back then. But only this time, she’s done it worse. She almost hurt someone for it.

The green leader kept on talking as she started to explain her thoughts, followed by Bubbles who backed most of Buttercup’s wording, though questioned on some of them at first before eventually agreeing.



“You know… You were just– well… freaking out about your bow being gone at a constant rate, and you were not being an efficient leader because of it.”



She paused before continuing, needing to think on what to say.



“I believe it would be in your best interest, and mine, that I keep your bow and your position for the time being, until you set yourself straight. I don’t think you are prepared to have it back… yet. Just as you helped me get over my blanket problem, I will in turn do the same for you for your bow problem. Just… please. Let us help you, Blossom, like how you helped us.”



As Blossom heard those words, a part of her wanted to retaliate, but another part of her believed Buttercup had a point, considering the way she had put it out there. Buttercup had stated her disinterest in being a leader in the past– she must have messed up that badly if the green puff was offering to take her position this time.

Thinking about it, with her issues being similar to Buttercup’s blanket issue, it would make sense for her to set a good example as a leader, to not be reliant on comfort items… right? With that in mind, Blossom reluctantly agreed.

Bubbles, who heard the last part, whispered to Buttercup, asking if this was a good idea to do this. Buttercup looked into her sister’s concerned eyes and petted her hair as she convinced her that it wouldn’t hurt anyone. Just like how she didn’t have her blanket anymore, it was better to nip it in the bud the same with Blossom. After all, she was strong, like she claimed to be.

The blue girl nodded before giving a hug to the green girl, and then did the same with Blossom. Buttercup hugged back before joining in on the group hug. Blossom in that moment felt warm and nice, which felt…odd and new to her. She had many hugs before in the past, but couldn’t figure out what made it so different this time. 

Soon, they eventually walked back in the house, with Bubbles going upstairs, leaving both Buttercup and Blossom alone with each other.

The green clad girl turned around and proceeded to pat her on the head, convincing her and herself that it was for the best for the time being. 

“Look, I know it's hard for you to adjust to, Blossom, but I’ll try and help you out with this the best I can, ok?” Buttercup explained. “It’s good for you after all.” She then gave a soft smile to Blossom before giving her a nice hug, embracing her.



There, Blossom felt that warm fuzzy feeling again. Normally, hugs were just like any other hugs to her. But somehow.. it felt… more comforting now. Maybe with the adjustment of not having a bow, perhaps hugs somehow made her feel a lot warmer.. And more safe. She hugged the green sister back, nuzzling into her chest.

Buttercup took notice of that sudden behavior and proceeded to pet her head more, brushing her hand against her hair. Blossom semi melted into the hug, unsure about this brand new warm feeling, but enjoyed it nonetheless. Soon, the girls heard Bubbles yelling from upstairs, asking if they wanted to join her for a game.





They both agreed before Buttercup gripped Blossom tightly on her arm and dragged her upstairs, joining their blue sister for a new fun game to play with. As she floated upstairs, she thought, “Hopefully, when I’m able to get this bow thing under control, I can treat it just like any normal hair piece and not freak out over a loss of it in the future, and pretty soon, I can regain it and be the leader again, and everything will be back to normal like it was used to be. I won’t have to accidentally hurt anyone anymore.”



...How funny that thought turned out to be.