Prologue

I wish I could tell you that the story of the Powerpuff Girls was an nice as I always made it out to be. I wish I could say that this was all fiction, that anything I'm about to share with you never occurred. I really do. You may know me as The Narrator. The man who introduced and read all of the adventures and battles that "The Powerpuff Girls" had gone through. I'm sure just reading this now, you are reading it in my so called "iconic" voice. But everything I ever told you, anything I ever said they had gone through, was lies. Made up stories. That's it.

The girls were not made in a laboratory, they did not fly around, and did not save lives. However, they were heroes in their own sense. I told them those things to get them by day by day. To give them a reason to smile before they went to bed every night. To give them an escape from the hell of their reality.

But my conscience is clouded, and i feel that it is time the real story get's out. The girl's deserve to have their true story told. No matter how much i have been told not to do so. Their voices need to be heard. But please, allow me to start with myself.

I am not the Narrator. At least not in reality. I was the Narrator of the girl's bed time stories. I am actually their uncle, who visits just about every day. And their names are not actually Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup. I gave them those names in their stories. But we will call them that to protect their identities for now. The Professor obviously was not really a scientist, but is actually their father. A father who is neglectful, abusive, and a drunk. I come over to check on them, and to make sure he hasn't hurt them. I give the girls a break from reality to escape into their imaginations with my stories.

So please, I ask you, bear with me, as i reveal to you, the true story...of The Powerpuff Girls.