Chapter 5

As soon as I was pulled through that portal I was in Brat’s arms. 

“Glad to have you back Butter-bae. But now you have to answer for escaping us and mouthing off.” Brat says in a sing song tone of voice.

“You can’t be serious. I wasn’t going to stay here for the rest of my life. I still have a life back there. Not much of one now that my identity is exposed. But still.” I say.

“Why go back there w/ those idiots that didn’t appreciate you? Come on if Brute made you mad too many times then you can beat her till you’re satisfied. Will they let you do that?” Berserk says trying to convince me.

“Are you being serious?” I ask shocked.

“Of course we are! Why wouldn’t we be serious right now!?” Brute huffs.

“Because there’s seriously no reason for you to want me to stay this badly.” I point out. 

“Sure there is!” Brat argues.

“Like?” I challenge.

“Like how you’re a great cuddle buddy, you’re entertaining, you can actually handle us, you accepted us as we are and didn’t try to use us or change us. Is there anything else we really need?” Brute says.

“Seriously? Didn’t your families provide you w/ the same thing?” I ask.

“No. Buttercup we’re basically your mirror version. Which means we look practically identical to the people back where you’re from but we’re complete opposites.” Berserk starts to explain.

“Yeah so our families also treat us the exact opposite of how your family would treat you.” Brat adds.

“But me and Brute seemed pretty similar. Personality wise we like sports, we’re rough and rowdy, and we’re gluttons. You guys even said yourselves that she and I were way more similar than you are to Bubbles and Blossom.” I counter.

“But here evil thrives not good. Which means since we’re evil you we would be rougher and rowdier than you too. The difference between you and me, Buttercup, would be that instead of holding back out of fear of hurting someone or always being willing to help others I’m more likely to cause mischief and inconvenience others. And I won’t pull punches.” Brute explains.

“So it’s more like a core personality that you would be opposite of. But sports for me isn’t what makes me, me at my core so that’s why you also like them?” I ask looking for clarification.

“More or less. Are things starting to make sense to you now?” Brat asks.

“Yeah. But that doesn’t mean I won’t forget this. I never said I had a good memory after all.”  I shrug.

“Fair enough. We’ll explain this to you as many times that you’ll need. Or want.” Berserk says.

“Which also makes me want to know something else.” I state.

“Oh? What is it?” Brat asks.

“When did you girls first realized or when you started to feel like you couldn’t let me go back home?” I ask.

“Ooh! For me it was when you escaped the chair but you went to the kitchen instead of trying to escape! It was so strange! If I were you I would have taken that chance to either kill or capture whoever managed to kidnap me and torture them for information before ending them. But you just made a snack and accepted your fate!” Brat says.

“For me it was actually when you pulled that prank on Brute. No one not even us have ever been bold enough to dare upset her. Yet you used her fear against her. Then you did so right before we were set to enact or plan to take over New Townsville. You were actually willing to run the chance of causing complications to our plan. No one ever wanted to piss one of us off let alone all three of us. And making us change our plans when they were already set in stone would definitely piss us off. Who wouldn’t get pissed?” Berserk says.

“Mine.. is a bit more of a slow build up than theirs. I definitely started to feel something when we wrestled. No one ever did something like that for fun w/ me before. Then you were actually a challenge. I wasn’t able to toy w/ you because I would have lost immediately. Then you actually threw their insult comment about us getting along back at them so amazingly. And you just ran and I kinda did like the thrill of chasing you and catching you when you got too close to that one room. But when I went to New Townsville I got this weird feeling of.. emptiness and I hated it. But as soon as I came back here and I saw you that emptiness was immediately filled w/ warmth. And I don’t want to lose it. So I think that’s when I finally realized it.” Brute explains.

“Damn.. Brat’s was basically instantly. And… Brute’s was definitely more of a romantic thing, wasn’t expecting that from her at all……” I say still stunned that they not only answered me.

But they also gave detailed recounts. I just thought this was a simple thing of them having some sort of weird sense of pride in having caught me and wanted to keep me as a type of trophy.

This however.. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do w/ this. It’s just way too out of character for them. Unless I missed something when I was first taken? But what could I have possibly missed?

I was literally w/ them every day! I was constantly w/ at least one of them. Some minor exceptions granted of course but still those instances were far too short for anything significant to have happened. 

So what fucking explains this!? This is infuriating! 

*BAM!*

*SHATTER!*

I was snapped out of my thoughts by the sudden noises. I looked over and saw that Brute had just trashed the computer. She.. Trashed The Computer?!

“What the hell?! Why did you do that Brute?!” I question her.

“Why else? You escaped once. And that was far too many times. You may know how to use that program to make a portal but you don’t know how to build it. Or a computer from rubble. But hey I was nicer than you were. I didn’t do it when you were sound asleep!” Brute says.

“Geeze.. let it go already. You weren’t the only ones who were asleep. So were the Professor, Ken, and Poochi.” I say.

“Did you really compare us to those nerds and the mutt?” Brat asks.

“…”

“…”

“I’m not going to confirm or deny anything because I sense a trap and refuse to fall victim to it.” I say robotically.

“Smart.” Berserk says.

“Hey! You going soft!? Punish that green bitch already!” The Conqueror yells from his cell in that corner room.

“Brat you go lock down Buttercup. Brute you go get the equipment ready, I’ll go and get our guinea pig.” Berserk says.

I was not going to let their anger be shifted onto to me so I let Brat drag me by my arm. I was trying to follow her but she was moving kinda hastily, so I ended up getting dragged by default. 

She threw me into one of their rooms. Actually.. it looks like they combined their separate rooms into one big one and are now sharing it? Just how much changed in that short amount of time?

“Stay put. The door will electrocute anyone who tries to pick its lock. So just sit and wait.” Brat says before she shut the door and left. 

I heard the lock activate and I wasn’t going to try and test her warning to see if she was bluffing or not because she probably wasn’t.

I ended up falling asleep. I found one of theirs headphones and found something to play music to listen to.

I did this so that I wouldn’t hear the screams of the Conqueror as he’s either killed or tortured.

Honestly couldn’t tell you if there was a difference for them judging by the sounds I heard the last two times.

It’s actually impressive how these guys keeps testing them knowing the results.

In a sad and demented way of course. After all what type of masochist would put themself through that type of torture and then come back for more?!

Of course I guess I don’t really have much room to talk seeing as I literally do test their limits w/ me everyday.

And judging from the Oppressor’s reaction when he heard how I spoke to those girls I should have gotten my ass beat at least once already.

Yea that doesn’t sound pleasant. But I seriously want to know why they only want me. I’m not that special.

I mean I’m one of three, you heard me THREE, superheroes. I can’t even do my job right w/ out the other two.

Yeah pretty funny isn’t it? The strongest of the team still has that fatal weakness. Teamwork.

I swear it can be a double edge sword. A strength and a flaw all at the same time. How poetic. blegh.

I didn’t really dream perse. But when I woke up I was in the middle of three girls completely covered in blood.

The headphones were tossed to the side and w/ how we were laying if I so much as thought about getting up they would be able to feel it.

What the hell type of touch starved bullshit is this?!

I decided to try and see how.. sensitive? No that doesn’t seem like the right word right now. 

Well more or less I was going to see what I could get away w/ and what I couldn’t. I was of course going to space these out in uneven intervals. 

Yes uneven.

No, I don’t think that would be more suspicious.

Why?

Because hardly anything humans do is in even patterns. At least nothing natural.

Then shouldn’t you keep them spaced as far as possible?

No.

Why not?

Simply put natural movements don’t care about timing.

So what?

So that means that whether or not I space them ten minutes or two seconds apart the slightest pattern would reveal that I’m awake and trying to get free subtly.

How? 

Simple. Our brains pick up patterns naturally because it can indicate a lot of stuff. 

Yes like patterns on flowers and stuff. And even our natural movements that don’t seem to have a pattern really do.

It’s just more subtle.

So if I squirm a lot even if you can’t see my face only my body moving you can deduce that I’m either uncomfortable or that I’m anxious.

And when sleeping too short of intervals can mean restlessness.

Like a nightmare or just tossing and turning not being able to fall asleep. 

Too long of intervals could mean I’m trying to be sneaky. I’m moving but giving them enough time to settle back down and shrug it off.

Which if I get caught, which w/ my current luck and how paranoid these girls are is very likely, I’m dead.

But if they’re timed right it can indicate that my dream is starting to get unpleasant or that I’m starting to wake up. 

“How long are you going to lay there and pretend to still be asleep?” Brute asked. 

I tensed.

“How did you know I was awake?” I ask.

“Your breathing changed when you saw us.” Brat says.

“How long have you’ve been awake waiting for me to make a move?” I asked.

“Since you started to wake up.” Berserk answers.

“That’s kinda creepy.” I reply.

They laughed.

“Deal w/ it.” Brute says.

“How come it took you so long to move after waking up?” Brat asked.

“Honestly I didn’t want you girls to tighten your holds on me. Or to snap awake like some psychos on the hunt for their next kill.” I answer.

“Do you seriously not fear getting punished for talking like that?” Berserk asked.

“Not really. I talk like this before and you allow it. And whether or not you try to and say well before it was a privilege we gave you for being entertaining but you lost it for escaping if that was true you wouldn’t have let me talk w/ out making it clear that I need to follow some new rules.” I explain.

“Touché.” Brat says.

“You know us better than we thought you did.” Brute says.

“But you still don’t know everything yet.” Berserk states as she gets up.

“Does that matter?” I asked.

They all seemed to stiffen. Their auras grew cold and dangerous.

“Why would you ask that?” Brat questions.

“Well I mean I may not know it now but it’s not like I can just up and leave now can I? So I have the time to learn what I don’t know about you is all.” I explain clearly that I simply only meant I’ll find out eventually.

They all seemed to relax upon hearing that from me.

“Oh, be careful with your wording from now on. We thought you were stating that you were going to be difficult and we really didn’t want that to be the case.” Brute says.

Though her voice holds an unmistakable edge. I feel like if my explanation was any less than what it was then I would have finally been on the receiving end of their wrath.

Something I much rather avoid. Like a plague. Or anything else that is to be avoided at all costs.

“Oh yeah before we forget. You’re bathing w/ us from now on.” Berserk says.

“What?!” I exclaimed.