Buttercup's POV

A loud, annoying beeping woke me up. Stupid alarm clock. I smashed the thing into pieces. "Buttercup!" Blossom yelled and stomped into my room.

"Knock much?" I asked sarcastically.

"Buttercup, when will you stop killing every alarm clock you get?" She asked, glaring at the broken pieces of clock.

"When hell freezes over." I mumbled.

"Just get dressed and come downstairs. Bubbles' making breakfast." She sighed and rubbed her nose. She walked out of my room and went to help Bubbles, like usual.

I rolled my eyes and got up from my bed. I'm definatly not a morning person. I opened a brown box that was laying on the floor. We moved in 4 years ago, but I never fully unpacked. I riffled through some green and black clothes and pulled out a baggy, green shirt and black, baggy pants. I tied the neon green shoelaces on my black nikes. I brushed my teeth, but I couldn't help but to stare into my reflection. Sharp white fangs peeked out from my lips. I'm still not used to having them. I'm not a vampire, but I'm not sure what I am.

"Buttercup!" Blossom yelled.

I rolled my eyes and walked downstairs. Blaze was sniffing the bacon on her plate with hungry eyes. She wore a dark purple shirt and baggy, black jeans. She's our youngest sister, a year younger than Bubbles. Her eyes were a deep violet and had gold, glowing flecks. Her hair was funny. Everyday, it had a different style, even when she didn't mess with it. Her brown and black hair was curly today ending a little bit above her midback. She's a weird tomboy and my closest sister. She just acts cold and disant around everyone else, making them call her a emo anti-social. Bad idea, because she's a Djinn. She will kick your ass without remorse.

Bubbles flipped golden-brown pancakes onto little glass plates. She's the sweet, nice one. She had her curly blonde hair in ponytails that stopped at her butt. Her icy blue eyes glittered kindly, not a single sign of unhappiness. She wore a light blue halter top with a white skirt with ribbons at the bottom. Her baby blue wings stuck out. She forgot to hide them again. Yeah, she's a fairy, even though Blaze and I still think she should be an angel. Being a fairy can be hard for her. Everyone thinks she's easy bait to tease and fuck with. In a million years will that happen.

Blossom buttered the pancakes and drizzeled them in syrup. She's the leader of us, being the witch. No, she doesn't wear a pointy witch hat. She had her knee-long, straight, orange hair in a high ponytail with a small red bow on top. She wore a pink, ruffled shirt and a white jean skirt with white leggings. Her pale pink eyes were glaring at the pancakes. She may be smart, but when it comes to her potions, spells, and cooking you've got hell. The pancakes had soaked up all the butter and syrup looking big and bloated. She's a perfectionist, but she's got a bunch of flaws herself. She realized that, but she kept her arrogant stance.

"Sit down, Butterfly! We got bacon!" Blaze said.

"We might not have pancakes if Blossom keeps drowning them in syrup." I sat down with a smirk.

"I need to practice my potions." Blossom murmured, completely involed in the 'art' of 'potions'.

"Good morning, my children!" Mom chirped as she walked into the room. I couldn't help, but to laugh a bit. Mom was really funny and cool, if you get to know her. She had long yellow hair with a touch of black hair here and there. Her eyes were pink and purple, always sparkling. She had on an over-sized baseballl t-shirt and shorts. Her hair was pulled into a messy bun. She always wore these little white bunny slippers around the house. She never told us what monster she was, but I bet its awesome. We never knew who our Dad was, but we didn't want to upset Mom, so we never asked.

"Hey, Mom!" Blaze waved at her, almost flailing her arms. She must've had some chocolate. Chocolate makes her crazy hyper.

"Want some bacon?" Bubbles asked, and threw the plate Mom's way. Mom caught it in mid-flight and stuffed her face with bacon, her sharp teeth showing.

"Mom, can you help me with potions?" Blossom chimed in.

"Honey, as a full-grown mature witch, you need to figure it out yourself." Mom sang. By now you're probably wondering how we're all related, right? Well, our family is not pureblood, but mixed. Mom always said to be proud of who you are, so Bubbles wouldn't cry when she got picked on for being mixed. I really don't get why its so bad, all of us are different monsters.

"So any news?" I asked. Mom's face went blank, suddenly. I either did something wrong or a shitload of information is going to be laid.

"Summer," She looked at Blossom. Oh, man she's using our middle names. "Chrissy," She looked at me. "Ashley," Her eyes went soft on Bubbles. "Amethyst." She looked at Blaze.

"You have a very important mission I need you to do." She said.

Butch's POV

"Butch, get your lazy ass up!" Brick screamed at the bottom of the stairs. Damn it!

"You get your lazy ass up!" I yelled back.

"Your ass is the only one not up, dumbass!" Brick shouted. I groaned and rolled out of bed, landing on the floor with thump.

"Just get the fuck down before you make a hole in the ceiling!" He yelled. Fuck, does he have to be an asshole in the morning? Its not like I'm a morning person myself, but shit. I walked downstairs since I slept in my clothes. Boomer was trying to balance a pencil on his nose, with his tongue sticking out like it was going to catch it. His curly, dirty blonde hair fell over ocean blue eyes. He's the stupid, naive one of us, always trying to be nice and shit. He wore a dark blue hoodie and denuim jeans. I still can't believe he's a reaper. Boomer, a reaper, a creature that can control death when at full power. He can't get to full power, but I still don't get how he's a reaper.

Brick facepalmed and slapped Boomer, knocking the pencil onto the floor. His orange hair was pulled into a short ponytail that trailed down his back. His red eyes glared at Boomer, telling him to shut up. He wore the same thing always, dark red t-shirt, and baggy jeans. He's the leader of us, not because he was a leviathan, but because he's the oldest. His powers haven't manifested yet, just like Boomer, so he can't shapeshift. Bad temper issues, but not as much as mine.

"Can you stop thinking for a second Butch? Your thoughts are too loud." Bruiser mumbled. His brown and black hair spiked up like mine, but some of his bangs fell over his deep purple eyes. He wore dark baggy jeans and a purple t-shirt. He's the only one of us that has his full powers. Too bad he's a skinwalker, because he could have better powers. His powers aren't that useful since he's really emotionless and cold to everyone and his temper is super long. He still fights back though, being evil and all. He hates everybody and everybody hates him.

"I told you to shut up." He said calmly.

"I can't stop my thoughts, but you can stop reading them." I replied and sat down.

"Just close your mind gate then." He retorted.

"What the fuck is a mind gate?" I asked. Seriously, what the fuck is a mind gate?

"Its the barrier of your mind, which I must say is almost as stupid as Boomer's." He spat back calmly.

"Hey!" Boomer butted in.

"All of you, stop your bickering!" Mom walked into the room with a stern face. Her black hair was in a high ponytail and her blonde bangs were hanging just above her purple and red eyes. She had on a long, fancy, black dress with tiny white pockets and ghostly white high heels. She always had that stern face on, being a hateful person. She pulled out a cigeratte from one of her pockets and lit it with a lighter. She took a puff before glaring at us.

"Boys, I have a very important mission for you to do, and if you fail, I'll have to disown you." She hissed.

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Yep, I need Ocs and lots of 'em. Feel free to make up a creature, just describe powers clearly. Just to clear it, Blossom is a witch, Bubbles is a fairy, Blaze is a Djinn (life-sucking thing), Buttercup is unknown, Brick is a levithan, Boomer is a reaper, Bruiser is a full-powered skinwalker, and Butch is well, a secret. Being at full power means you get your strongest power and your senses heighten. Gomen for the misunderstanding. There are sudden outbursts throughout the story, so you'll see, I mean read what their full power looks like. :3 ## ~Awesomeness Leaving~