The sun slowly rose over the horizon, painting the sky a beautiful red, orange, and yellow mixture. A breeze passed by, sounding like a gentle whisper. The atmosphere was calm and marvelous. Not that anyone would care or even notice. In the city--yes, it's a city--Viletown, such pleasures are unappreciated. Viletown has a marvelously horrific reputation. It is swarming with villains of all kinds. From petty to evil genius; every day there'll be a crime, big or small. But, a trio of superhero brothers is there to stop them! In fact, they're the only reason Viletown isn't named 'The Most Chaotic/Dangerous Place on Earth'. Known to all as, The RowdyRight Boys Z!

But, dear readers. Do not forget; Where there is good, there is evil. Where there are superheroes, there are supervillains.

Although, these villains do have names respectively. They are commonly known as, The PowerPunk Girls Z!

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In a house, farther away from the city.)

An alarm started repeatedly ringing rather loudly, trying to wake up its owner. Red eyes flung open. They stare blankly at the clock. Slowly, a mischievous smile made its way to her face. She stretches her hand out and quickly smacks the clock off her nightstand. It fell with a crash, but it didn't break. It was perfectly fine. The redhead stares at it with puzzlement, before it turned into amusement. Sitting up and stretching lightly, she went about her everyday routine. After putting on her outfit, she brushes her orange locks. Momentarily, she would glance at her clock. Creepy smiles appearing now and again. She tied her hair with a red ribbon, not bothering to make it look nice or managed.

Her appearance and personality is rather peculiar, isn't it? Well, she is Berserk.

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In a different room, a loud smash could be heard; Well, only if you're nearby. The walls are sound-proof. A girl with black hair growls lowly at her clock. It didn't break, quite unusual. She got out of bed and did some quick workouts, before getting ready. Unlike her sisters, she didn't brush her hair; Nor did she use hair gel to make it spiky. It was naturally so. Putting on her favourite bracelets--with metal spikes--she shot a look at the clock. She huffs and grabbed the clock. She turned it around, inspecting it. After not finding anything suspicious, she slammed the clock harshly on the nightstand. Surprisingly, it was still fine. Which only infuriated the girl further.

What a brute, right? Well, you've probably guessed her name. Brute.

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In a third room, a beautiful blonde girl was dozing off. Hearing the alarm, her lips morphed into an annoyed frown. She opens one eye, glaring angrily at her alarm. She wasn't much of an early bird. She originally just wanted to ignore it, but it became more annoying by the second. She promptly shut it off and turned around, trying to sleep again. After a few minutes of restlessness, she sat up with a pout. She sighed. She ran her hand through her golden hair and checked the time. It was early. She groans and stood up, doing her early morning routine. After she finished dressing, she brushes her long mane. Styling it into twin tails, she glances at her mirror. She placed her hands on her hips. She smiled confidently and winked at her reflection.

She sounds like a spoiled brat, don't you agree? If you did, well, she got the name Brat for a reason.