Kitty Note: So I drop th

e f-bomb thirteen times last chapter, so imagine how many times I

cursed in general... Should I up rating because of cursing? There's not going to be any thing graphic, I'm just worried about the cursing. A lot of you liked Brick's interpretation of Cinderella xD. I neglected Boomer on purpose because this chapter is mostly for him. Enjoy!

Stuck In

A Fairytale (Literally)

Chapter 2

Disclaimer: I don't own the Powerpuff Girls or any fairytales mentioned.

Boomer hit the ground with a thud. He groaned in pain as he struggled to get up. He dust himself off and the first thing he noticed was what he was wearing.

"WHY THE FUCK AM I WEARING A DRESS?!"

The blond held the fabric in disgust. "Is this book retarded? I'm obviously a dude, not a chick. I have a dick to prove it." He yelled at the sky. To his displeasure, the sky thundered and it began poring rain. Boomer growled as he began trudging through the rain in black ballet flats. He sat beneath a large tree and sighed. He ran a hand through his long blond hair... wait long?

Boomer threw his hands up in frustration. "You've got to be fucking kidding me." He said. Boomer looked in a puddle at his reflection. He could pass as a Bubbles lookalike. Boomer's eye twitched at the thought. The rain cleared up and Boomer stood up. He stretched and decided to look around the forest.

"I have to take a piss." He muttered to himself. He hid behind a bush. He looked at the dress. "How am I supposed to do this?" He asked as he held the outer skirt of the dress.

"You can sit down and do it."

Boomer shrieked and jumped away. He looked around to find the source of the voice. His eyes began to turn around in the middle, in preperation for a laser beam.

"Calm down girlie, I ain't gonna hurt ya."

Boomer looked down and saw a rabbit smiling up at him. He twitched. "I'm going crazy." He said to himself as he walked backwards. He tripped over a twig and landed on his bum. He groaned in pain as he rubbed his sore tush. The bunny hopped over to him. Boomer eyed it wearily.

"You know, you have a really deep voice for a girl." The rabbit pointed out. Boomer glared at it. "I'm not a girl. I'm a guy." He growled. The rabbit laughed at his comment.

"That shriek would of fooled anyone." The rabbit snickered. Boomer flipped it off and began to walk away. "Hold on girlie, do you have any idea where you're going?" The bunny asked. Boomer looked around and saw nothing but trees.

Big trees.

Small trees.

Nothing but mother fucking trees.

He grumbled a no as he rubbed his feet in the ground. The rabbit smirked. "That's what I thought, girlie. So what's your name, toots?" He asked. Boomer growled at it.

"The name's Boomer. And I am NOT a fucking girl!"

The rabbit put his paws up in defeat. "Alright Boomer, my name is Thumper. There's a castle a couple days from here. Four or five days max." Thumper said as he began hopping in the direction of the castle. Boomer stayed put. Thumper stopped and looked at him. "Aren't ya coming?" He asked. Boomer looked at the ground.

"I still have to piss." Thumper face pawed.

"Sit down and do it." He said.

"But I'm a dude."

"Yeah and I'm a talking rabbit. Any more obvious things you want to point out?"

"Dudes don't sit down to take a piss."

"Fine lift up all the skirts and pee. Geez you're such a baby."

"Shut up and let me piss." Boomer did what he was told and lifted up the skirts. "Say do you have any idea what tale you are in?" Thumper asked. Boomer glared at the rabbit.

"I'm taking a piss. Do not talk to me." He growled. Thumper paid him no mind. "Well you're in Snow White. And I'm guessing you're supposed to be Snow, seeing what you are wearing. So I'll take you to the seven dwarves. After you finish." Thumper looked up.

"Hey you are a dude."

"Stop looking!"

Buttercup was in a carriage. Across her was a middle age lady, who was staring at her. Buttercup stared back. After fifteen minutes, Buttercup glared at the woman. "What?" She asked, irritated.

"Are you wearing stockings?" She asked. Buttercuo looked at the lady like she was crazy. "Bitch, do I even know you?" She asked. The woman lifted her dress skirt much to Buttercup's shock.

"The fuck?!"

The woman tsked. "No stockings. What have I told you about this, Alice?" She said. "Alice? My name is Buttercup." Buttercup said. The coach came to a halt. The woman beckoned Buttercup to come out of the stage coach. Finding no other option, Buttercup followed the woman into what seemed to be a party. The woman convienently dicthed Buttercup too.

"Fan-fucking-tastic." Buttercup said as she wandered around aimlessly. Then out of nowhere these two twins come out. Buttercup twitches. "What do you want?" She asked, annoyed. The twins kept grinning at her.

"We have a secret to tell you." One says. The other nods. Buttercup looked expectantly at them as they stayed silent. "Are you going to tell me, or are you just going to stare? I know I'm gorgeous but damn." she said.

"We can tell you, but it's a secret." The first one said. "As a matter of fact, we won't." The two giggled as Buttercup's eye twitched repeatedly. The middle of it began to turn red. "You will tell me or I'll blast your head off. Now. What. Is. The. Secret?" Buttercup growled as the twins gulped.

"This is your engagement party!"

"You ruined the surprise!" Buttercup was jerked away from the twins by a blond that looked to be in her twenties. "You can't tell those two anything. Did you get shorter Alice? I swore you were tallwr than this the last time I saw you." Buttercup growled at her and unwrapped the blond's arm from her shoulder.

"What do you mean engagememt party?" Sne asked as she put her hands on her hips."You'll marry Hamish. A lord. You'll be as happy as I am." The blond said. Buttercup raised a brow.

"No."

"What do you mean no?"

"Sorry I didn't mean no."

"What do you mean then?"

"Heeeellllll no!"

Magaret frowned. "Alice, you're nineteen. That pretry face won't last forever." Buttercup crossed her arms. "First of all, I'm only sixteen. And second, I don't even know who Hamish is. Therefore I will not marry him." With that, Buttercup stomped away.

After wandering for another hour, she was forced to dance with the man she found out was Hamish. Buttercup groaned. He could of at least been good to look at. She stomped of his feet, purposely, showing him how much she didn't like him.

"Miss Kingsleigh you will meet me at the garden in precisly an hour." And he walked away. Buttercup raised her hands up in frustration.

"I can't deny this?"

An Hour Later...

Buttercup was looking down at Hamish, who was on his knees smiling at her. Everyone was gathered around them. Nosy people. "There's a catterpillar on your shoulder." She stated. Hamish made a face and tried to swat it off. Buttercup rolled her eyes and picked it up, putting it on a nearby branch. "You are to wash that finger after." Hamish said,

"Bitch." She muttered. Hamish looked at Buttercup and beamed. "Alice Kingsleigh, will you be my wife?"

Silence.

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"FUCK NO!"

Brick was in the middle of a forest. He looked around. "Where in the fuck am I?" He asked no one in particular. He went to scratch his back and found that he had a bow and arrow. He looked at it curiously. "How the hell do I use this?" Brick examined the weapon as it was a foreign object to him.

"There he is!"

Brick turned to see an angry mob coming after him. Well that wasn't very new. "Shit." Brick flew away from the mob at top speed. He got away fairly quickly because of his powers. He leaned against a tree. He noticed a poster on it. He pulled it off and read it.

WANTED: Dead or Alive. Robin Hood, notorious theif. Reward: 300,000 dollars in cash.

On the wanted poster was a picture of Brick. Complete with the red eyes and hair.

"Oh come the fuck on, my nose is not that big." He complained as he looked at the picture. Brick threw the wanted poster on the ground. He stomped on it angrily. "Stupid fucking book, sucking me into it." Brick stomped off, fuming.

Two hours later, he was convienently lost in the forest. "Fuck my life!" He yelled. Brick flew up into a tree. He took off his bow and arrow and looked at it again. He went to shoot it. "I'm going to be all Hunger Games up in this bitch." He grinned.

The arrow went two inches in front of him.

Brick growled as he took out another arrow out of the quiver and tried to shoot it. It went further this time.

It's total distance was five inches.

Brick gave up and threw the bow on the ground. He sat on the tree and crossed his arms. He wasn't pouting, he was too manly for that. He decided that he would try again after he took a nap. He closed his eyes.

"There he is!"

"Fuck, really?!"

Bubbles woke up in a beautiful garden. She smiled happily as she sniffed one of the roses. A butterfly landed on her head, and she giggled. This had to be the best place ever.

"Daughter, I have terrible news. Your mother just died."

Bubbles' smile was gone. Way to ruin the mood. Bubbles looked up at the man, who was apparently her father in this tale. "How did she die?" She asked. The man sniffled. "Pneumonia. There was nothing the doctors could do. I am so sorry, daughter." He said as he hugged her. Bubbles' furrowed her eyebrows. Did Cinderella have a name before her stepsisters named her?

Bubbles brushed the question away. She hugged the crying man back.

"We'll get through this father. I promise.

"YOU DID WHAT?!"

Her father smiled sheepishly. "I remarried." He repeated. Bubbles' hair was floating around her dangerously. "When? Mum died yesterday." She growled.

"This morning. Daughter, meet your new family. Your new mother, Dame Olga and your stepsisters, Drizella and Anastasia." Bubbles gave him an, 'Are You Fucking Kidding Me' look. Dame Olga looked over Bubbles. She immediately dismisses her and walks into the house. Anastasia and Drizella follow their mother into the house, sneering at her.

Bubbles crossed her arms and looked at her father. "Daughter I know you are mad-" Bubbles cut him off. "Do I have a name?" She asked. Her father lookes at her like she was crazy. "I beg your pardon?" He said. "I was just wondering, because all you call me is Daughter. What is my name?" She asked.

Her father thought about it. "Your name is... erm... I know your mother gave you one." Bubbles looked at her father in disbelief. "You got to be kidding me." She said.

"Aha, your name is Ella. That's it!" Her father look quite proud for remembering. Bubnles face palmed. The man looked at his clock. "Well look at the time. I have to run. I'll be out of town for who knows long. Too-da-loo!"

"Wait! Don't leave-"

The door slammed shut. "Me." Bubbles turned around and saw her step family grinning evilly at her. This was one of those rare occasions where sweet, innocent Bubbles swore.

"Son of a bitch..."

Butch was in the middle of London, wearing a green hat with a feather and tights for some strange reason. He looked at his attire and groaned. "Peter Pan. Really?" He said to himself. His fairy was flying next to him, batting her eyes at him. Butch raised an eyebrow at her, causing her to swoon.

"Tinker Bell, I need you take me to Dakota, or whatever the bitch's name is."

Tinker Bell glared at him and began talking to him via sign language. Butch's eyes widened as the fairy continues to talk. She huffed when she was finished. Butch coughed awkwardly. "Damn Tink, I didn't know you had such a potty mouth." He said, causing Tinker Bell to blush.

"But, I still need you to take me to Ashley."

Tinker Bell threw her hands up in frustration. She motioned Butch to follow her as she flew away. Butch did was he was told, unaware that his shadow was flying besides him. When they got to the house, Butch opened the window. Tinker Bell decided to explore, and Butch finally figured out his shadow detached itself from his body. Butch growled.

"Get back here, you son of a bitch." He said as it flew away, laughing at him. A yelp and a lot of crashes later, the light was turned on. Butch looked up from strangling his shadow. The girl on the bed squealed. "Peter, I knew you would come!" She fangirled. Butch looked at his shadow, who shrugged.

The oldest boy put on his overly large glasses. "By golly, it is Peter Pan!" He said. The little boy in the onsie smiled enthusiastically. "Yay! Wendy was right!" He clapped. Wendy hugged Butch's arm.

"And he's even more handsome in person." She swooned. Butch pried the girl off of his arm. Tinker Bell fist pumped. Wendy latched back onto his arm. "My parents told me I need to grow up. I don't want to grow up, Peter. Take me to Neverland with you." She begged in a seductive voice. Tinker Bell saw red as she pulled Wendy by her hair away from Butch.

Butch sighed in relief. He looked down at his shadow, which he was straddling. It was snickering at him. He glared at it. "Shut it, you." He growled. The shadow put its hands up in defeat.

Butch ordered Wendy to sew his shadow back on ("Penelope, sew my fucking shadow back on like you're supposed to."). Tinker Bell refused to talk to Wendy and made sure the girl stayed at least a leg's length away from Butch at all times. When Wendy was done, Butch smirked as his shadow was the way it's supposed to be. He looked at the kids who were looking at him expectantly.

Butch sighed as he grabbed Tink, and sprayed them with pixie dust. "Just think of happy thoughts and follow me. I am not trying to go into fucking song like the rest of these fucking Disney movies." He said as he flew out the window. Wendy gasped. "Peter, don't leave me!"

"Shut the fuck up, Emily!"

Blossom was in a tower. She was looking around as she tripped over something. "Ow." She groaned as she got up. She looked down as she saw red hair. She touched her hair and saw it everywhere. Blossom rolled her eyes.

"Repunzel, real creative." She said to the sky, sarcastically. Out of nowhere a chameleon appeared. Blossom shrieked as she saw it appear. The chameleon opened its mouth in a silent scream as it disappeared. Blossom clutched her chest, breathing heavily.

"Repunzel, are you okay? I heard you scream."

Blossom saw a middle aged woman looking at her worriedly. She nodded. "I just saw a chameleon in my room." She said. The woman looked at her oddly. "Repunzel, that's your pet chameleon, Pascal." She said.

Awkward silence.

Blossom laughed, awkwardly. "I know, he just startled me." She said, saving herself. The woman nodded. "I told you he would do that. After all Mother knows best." And with Mother disappeared. Blossom sighed in relief. She looked out the window. "I need to get the hell out of here." She muttered to herself. Blossom threw her hair out the window, creating a zipline. She grinned.

Just as she was about to jump out, Mother came in. "Repunzel, what are you doing?" She asked. Blossom froze. She turned and smiled at Mother.

"Well you see, what had happened was..."

"Were you trying to escape?"

"Erm... noooooo, what makes you think that?"

"Repunzel pull your hair in at once. You are going to bed this instance." Blossom looked at her in disbelief.

"But it's only five-thirty."

"Good night, Repunzel." Mother locked the door and the window. Blossom crossed her arms.

"Bitch."

Kitty Note: I originally had Brick's and Butch's roles switched, but I thought Robin Hood tied in better with Repunzel, so I could make it like Tangled. Tell me how you like it! My explanation of why I'm late will be in the next chapter of An Angel's Wish, which should be up by next week.