The sky over Townsville tore open like wet paper.

One moment, the Powerpuff Girls were mid-fight with HIM—his clawed fingers snapping, his voice dripping with that sing-song mockery—and the next, the world turned inside out. A swirling violet vortex yawned beneath them.

Then the portal swallowed all three girls whole as the Rowdyruff Boys jumped in to follow the girls.

They didn't land together.

You opened your eyes to the sound of nothing. Not the nothing of sleep or calm—actual, unnatural silence.

The air felt different. Thinner. Cleaner.

You were sitting on the edge of a rooftop, legs dangling over a city you didn't recognize. Massive buildings, too many windows, streets arranged in a grid that hummed with distant traffic. A strange tower in the distance read "U.A." in bold letters.

Your phone buzzed in your bag. Enchanted, still working.

You then realized HIM just put you into the BNHA dimension. Because this place is the place you despise. It's filled with liabilities and deadweights.

You jump down from the rooftop of the building and just walk off to find your sisters and the Rowdyruff Boys—especially Brick. The overly possessive, protective, territorial, devoted beast who knows you hate liabilities and deadweights. You told him the MHA show has a lot of them. You showed him evidence of how much of a liability and deadweight they are. So emotional. Zero survival instincts. Zero self-awareness. Always hesitating. Always late. Always waiting. Always reacting instead of acting. Relying way too much on power.

The city sprawled in muted grays and clean lines. No color. No chaos. Just order pretending to be peace.

They will die on day one if there's a zombie apocalypse because they can't even get their acts together on a normal day.