Ain't No Mistahs Here

                       She should definitely have known better than to fall for that.

But she was a softie for people who wore sad faces. A bit awkwardly, the blonde teen hugged her arms, feeling her stomach drop with a pit of shame.

                      ”I-I’m sorry, Ace—I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings…                            I-I like you!”

Maybe he wasn’t that bad of a guy after all…?

"I-it's okay, Bubbles, you don't gotta lie..." Sniffle. " I-I know you n' your sistahs hate me. It's okay, honest." Sob. "Aftuh all th' awful things I've done... how could anyone evah forgive me?"

Oh, this game was fun. Bubbles really was made of sugar, wasn't she? A little tear here and there and she would just melt. "S'okay, really. I undastand. Bad ol' rotten Ace, right?" Hic. "I get it. D-don't worry, you don't gotta... feel sorry for me. I-I deserve it. Bein' treated like some sort a' monstah."

The last thing Princess was going to stand was  being called was “pathetic” — especially from  a complete nobody who practically lived in rubble  and trash. Was she really the pathetic one here?

                                                                        Of course not. 

                                   ”So what if I’m dressed like them?                                      Clearly my outfit is much better theirs.”

Okay, Ace couldn't help but laugh. He was all for hatin' the Powerpuff Girls, but this little girl took it to some sort of wacky extreme. "Oh really?" He snickered, reaching down to flick Princess's litle crown. "You t'ink d'is is bettah than what th' Powapuffs got goin' on? Sorry, kid, you jus' look like some sort a' tiara wearin' bumblebee."

         ”Only if you mind finding me          a trash can – I’m about to lose          my lunch.”

"Sure, sure, tuts. Then aftah you'll have room n' d'en mebbe I can take you out for lunch aaall ovah again. How's d'at sound?"

                  ‘ OH, shut up, Ace ! we were never friends ! you                     just tricked me, and i fell for your stupid trap !                     but that will never ever, ever, EVER happen                     again. so now leave ! go play with your .  .  .                                               GANG, before i kick your butt to them. ‘

"Yeah but before that we was friends, wasn't we?" Yeah, before he had his gang try to murder her sisters. What a swell friend. "Aww, c'mon, Buttacup, you really gonna beat me up for doin' nothin' wrong?" Cue the pouty-baby-talk. "I don't t'ink your wittle sistahs are gonna like d'at too much. I'm innocent, honest. You supaheroes wouldn't beat up some innocent guy like wittle old me, ain't that right, Buttacup? I'm jus' try'na be nice, aftah all."

" Who do you think you’re talking to?

       I’m not some cry baby who needs her sisters,

 I ain’t leaving! “ 

Okay, somethin' had to be up. This was bubbles right? I mean, she did have pigtails. "Since when ain'tchu a cry baby? You ain't goin' on one a' those 'hardcore' crazes again, right?" Come to think of it, maybe she didn't look as much like Bubbles as he thought. "My shades get more tinted or somethin'? Could a' sworn you was a lightah blue b'fore."

     ❝I'm not a porcupine! I'm a five year old whose name's happens to be Butch!❞

"Hey... Dis porcupine can talk. Ain't nevah seen one a' those b'fore."

❝ We’re technically not related. That big ape Mojo decided to create his own kids and well, I’m one of the three .❞

Simple as that really, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to go into details

"You're tellin' me that that dumb monkey dude's ya' dad?" Pfft. Pffffft.  "Oh, d'at's rich, kid. You getta tail outta th' deal or what? Hands f'er feet?" Snort. "Actually, come t' think of it, you kinda do look like an ape all togethah."  Snicker.

"Or what, pedostache? You seem like the type who conforms to outdated gender roles. Surely you wouldn’t hit a girl.

And if you would, well, this one hits back.”

Pedostache? Did she just call him pedostache--? "Lissen, girlie, ain't no one 'round here bumps int' me and makes fun a' my 'stache in th' same day." Except she did. Just right now. "You t'ink I gotta problem with hittin' a girl?" HAH! "Y'eh, keep dreamin', tuts. Like I'm scared a' whatevuh you got."

{ ☠ ☠ ☠ } — He’s never seen such stupidity in such a lousy villain in quite a while. The gall, the horrendous nature of such a pile of TRASH. Did he really think he was going to get off scot free? Did he really THINK that being insulted like this was going to simply slip by unnoticed? Then surely, surely he had underestimated HIM. Of course, HIM knew who he was; the Gangreen Gang; foolish teenagers, thinking they could play games with the MASTER of all manipulation.

                    Children. They always thought so highly of themselves.

                    “I’m su—ure you think you’re fu—unny with such TALK,” Began he, those pincers beginning to snap, snap, SNAP at nothing at all. It merely chopped the air into bits, piece by piece, adding to the tension and pressure. “You wouldn’t know COOL if it bit you in your NETHER REGIONSand NEVER let go! And if yo—ou don’t choose your next words carefully, THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT’S GOING TO HAPPEN TO YOU!”

                    And how he meant it. If he had allowed his passion and rage to take over, he would have killed this boy already. Maimed him, eaten him whole if he proved to be miserable enough.

                    “DON’T TESTME, YOU ROTTING CORPSE OF A MAN!”

What the heck was this guy's problem? Alright, so the feather boa-wearing devil-lobster bit Ace could look past-- but what was up with this little freak out? Seriously, he was only being honest! The guy could be as fashionable-- or whatever he wanted to call this-- as he wanted to be. Ace would just rather look cool, that was it! Plain n' simple! He wouldn't look good in stilettos anyway. So what was goin' on here? "What th' heck are you talkin' about? I ain't try'na be funny." Even if he was totally hilarious and charming no matter what. His eyes widened at the snapping pincers from behind his shades. "Whoa, watch th' claws, man." The teen stared at the being before him, growing more and more scared by the second. Of course, being the coward Ace tended to be, that wasn't much of a feat to begin with. "Say what about my nethah regions?" Okay, he definitely did not like where this was going. Hadn't the Powerpuffs kicked him there enough? Slowly stepping away, Ace found his back pressed up against a wall. Aw geez. Nothin' like being stuck with psycho-the-crabman, especially when he was raggin' on your sa-weet style. "Rottin' corpse of a what now? Do you even know who you're talkin' to? I-I ain't scared a' you! Th' names Ace, awright? Leadah of th' Gangreen Gang! We don't back down to no freaky red elves like you, got it?"