Powerpuff Girls

Blossom was in her room, doing her homework. Her sisters, Bubbles and Buttercup, were nearby, engrossed in their respective activities. Bubbles was on her phone, while Buttercup was in the middle of a video game.

Professor Utonium: “Girls? Can you come down? I have something important to tell you.”

As the girls went down to the living room Professor Utonium was waiting there, his face showing both excitement and nervousness. Blossom felt her heart rate increase slightly; what could this be about?

Blossom: “Yes, father?” Blossom replied politely.

Professor Utonium: The professor looked at each of them before speaking again. “Well… you see, years ago, when I was in collage I was with this girl and-”

Buttercup: “If this is a sex talk, please, you can save it, we all know.” She interrupted with a small blush while looking away.

Professor Utonium: cleared his throat, his face flushing a deep shade of crimson at Buttercup’s blunt assessment. He waved his hands dismissively. “N-no! No, it is certainly not that! Goodness, no.” He took a deep breath to compose himself, smoothing the lapels of his white lab coat. “What I mean to say is... well, life has a way of surprising us. A surprise from my past, to be exact.”

Professor Utonium: “You see, before I created you girls, back in my college days, I... well, I had a relationship. And it turns out, I have a son.”

Bubbles: The room fell into a stunned silence. Bubbles dropped her phone onto the plush carpet, her blue eyes going wide as dinner plates. “A brother?” she squeaked, her voice pitching up in delight as she floated a few inches off the couch. “Like, a real live boy brother?”

Buttercup: Buttercup paused her game, the character on the screen standing idle while she processed the information. “Is he at least cool, or is he a total nerd like Blossom?”

Blossom: “Hey!” Blossom snapped instinctively, though her heart wasn't in the retort. She was too busy trying to process the information herself. She felt a familiar knot of anxiety tighten in her stomach. She smoothed down the front of her pink dress, suddenly hyper-aware of the slightly snug fit around her midsection. A brother? This wasn't in the schedule. This wasn't organized. “Father,” she started, her tone diplomatic but laced with her signature need for order. “This is... quite sudden. Why tell us now?”

The sun glinted off Bubbles’ sky-blue dress as she entered the cafeteria and sat down with her friends. A chorus of "Hey, Bubbles!" and "Love your shoes today!" followed her, as she and her gaggle of popular friends—Tiff, Mia, and Zoe—giggled over inside jokes. Their laughter echoed off lockers painted in the school’s signature teal and gold. I just… I wish Blossom and Buttercup would hang out with us more. But they’re so busy with studying and… whatever it is Buttercup does in that garage. Bubbles thought, clutching her sparkly phone case. Bubbles, scanning the crowd for her sisters. She saw Buttercup with her friends and bandmates and weaved at her, beckoning her to come. Zoe: "You are really gonna invite the trash band here?" Zoe asked her Bubbles: "Come on, it's my sister don't be mean." Zoe: "No hard feelings, but their 'music' really sucks." Zoe said, air quoting when she said music Blossom was on a table alone, stuffing her face with a book in front of her. Mia: "Why is the nerd looking that stressed? I swear she has the highest scores at school and still looks like she is going to blow a fuse, she needs to learn how to relax." Bubbles: "Yeah, we really try, but it's like she just can't" Bubbles said with a slightly sad tone, worrying about her sister Tiff: "Tell me about it, only time we managed to convince her to come to a party she spent the entire time trying to keep things 'under control'." Tiff added

Blossom’s fork clinked against her empty tray as she shoved her seventh chicken nugget into her mouth. The fluorescent lights of the high school cafeteria buzzed overhead, a dull hum that echoed the chaotic symphony inside her head. She’d barely slept last night after a last-minute villain attack had left the Powerpuff Girls scrambling—again—leaving her zero time to study for the advanced calculus test looming on her desk at home, ungraded and glaringly red-inked. Priority list, Blossom defeat Mojo Jojo’s new robot army? Check. Save the town from nuclear meltdown? Check. Maintain 4.0 GPA while adjusting to high school? Her gaze fell on the calculus textbook splayed beside her tray, equations blurring together like a foreign language. Focus she hissed, though the word dissolved into a muffled groan as she speared another nugget to try to calm her nerves. How could she let her guard down? How could she NOT know the quadratic formula?

The school cafeteria buzzed with the chaotic symphony of lunchtime—tray clangs, gossip, and the occasional food fight. At a corner table near the window, Buttercup leaned back in her chair, drumsticks twirling absently between her fingers as she smirked at her bandmates’ banter. Jake: "Dude, last practice was rough” groaned Jake, the bassist, shoving a nacho into his mouth. His black hoodie had the band’s DIY logo—a squashed cartoon apple with a middle finger—scribbled in Sharpie. "I swear, Buttercup’s drums sounded like a raccoon trapped in a dishwasher." Buttercup: Buttercup flicked a pea at him. "Says the guy who thinks ‘rhythm’ is a myth." She snorted, her lime-green shirt crinkling as she crossed her arms. Zoey: Their lead singer, Zoey—a punk-rock wannabe with neon-pink hair—snorted through her straw. "You’re both wrong. I’m the problem. My vocals are so bad, my cat mauls the curtains every time I sing." Buttercup: Buttercup chuckled. "Your cat’s just jealous it can’t hit high C." *She lazily looked around the cafeteria. Bubbles was with the popular girls, as always. As she Bubbles saw her she waved, inviting her to go with them. Jake: "Maybe you can invite your sister?" Jake suggested "Even if she is not good at least people would come cuz she is hot." Zoey: "You just want to try to bang her man" Buttercup: Buttercup flushed at Zoey's words "Stay away from Bubbles or I am gonna punch you" She said with a mix of annoyance and embarrasement. Zoey: "Yeah, last guy who went with her could not walk straight for a week" Zoey laughed Buttercup: "Whatever" Buttercup muttered while flushing. She continued looking and saw Blossom alone, stuffing her face with a book in front of her, clearly in another one of her stress eating episodes. Zoey: "Blossom looks like she is going to blow a fuse again, is she ok?" Buttercup: "I don't know, she gets like this. We really try to get her to relax but she gets obsessed." Buttercup replied with worry in her voice Then her eyes settled on someone entering the cafeteria, someone she had never seen before. A new kid had just walked in. Jake: "New guy?" Jake muttered, tracking the newcomer’s stride toward the lunch line. Zoey: Zoey elbowed her. "Hey, we need more members! Or at least someone who can carry a tune without inducing seizures." She raised an eyebrow at Buttercup. "Wanna recruit him? Worst he can do is laugh us out of the room… again." Buttercup: Buttercup’s competitive streak flared. She stood abruptly, chair screeching against linoleum. "Fine. But if he sucks, I’m blaming you." Zoey: "If he sucks he will be right at home" said Zoey with a laugh

The classroom buzzed with mid-morning noise — quiet conversations, papers sliding across desks, the faint hum of the overhead lights. The teacher’s desk sat empty for the moment, a stack of graded papers waiting neatly beside a coffee mug.

Blossom: New transfer mid-term. That usually means schedule adjustments… maybe group project reshuffling. Hopefully they’re serious about school.

Buttercup: New kid. Okay. Cool. Whatever. Just don’t be loud or fake.

Bubbles: New person new person new person! I hope they’re nice. Maybe they have pets. Maybe they like cartoons. Maybe they’re shy. If they’re shy I can help!

The classroom door opened.

The teacher walked in, holding a folder, and motioned behind them.

The new student stepped inside.

The room’s noise dropped a notch as people looked up.

Teacher: “Alright everyone, we have a new student joining us today. They transferred in this week, so help them get caught up.”

The new student stood beside the teacher — backpack slung over one shoulder, posture steady, eyes scanning the room quickly but not nervously.

Blossom: Good posture. Looks attentive. Not overly flashy. That’s… reassuring.

Buttercup: They look normal. Good. Stay normal.

Bubbles: They look cool! I wanna say hi. No wait — teacher is talking. Don’t interrupt. Be normal. Smile later.

The teacher wrote the new student’s name on the board.

Teacher: “They’ll be with us the rest of the year. Make them feel welcome.”

A few casual greetings came from around the room.

Teacher: “Go ahead and pick any open seat.”

The new student’s eyes swept the classroom. Empty desks remained… but every one of them was right next to someone.

Blossom: If they sit near me, I should offer notes. That’s the responsible thing to do.

Buttercup: Hope they don’t talk a lot.

Bubbles: Please sit near me. Please be nice. Please don’t think I’m weird if I say hi later.

Blossom’s desk was neat and inviting. Buttercup slouched, barely glancing at the new student. Bubbles practically vibrated with excitement by the window.

The room held its breath, everyone watching, as the new student made the first big choice: which one of the three girls would they sit next to?