disclaimer: look at all these beautiful ships...that i unfortunately do not own ;A;
notes: RAINY DAYS + LONG SHOWERS = MORE AU IDEAS HELL YEAH
notes2: it's been super dismal and dark and stormy outside (my kind of weather yes) and i was making tea when this idea hit me in the face. and then in the shower a plot began to form and i literally stayed up until 2:30 AM working on this. and i have school today. rip me.
playlist: 'Zombie' by Miser
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[prologue]
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run, run, as fast as you can
they're coming for you, darling
they'll strike you down where you stand
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Appearance-wise, they were as normal as any family could be. They lived in a normal house, drove a normal car, did normal family things.
But away from the outside world? Away from the public eye?
They were anything but.
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They lived in Townsville, Nevada, a few hundred miles from the border between California and their home state. Townsville wasn't exactly the biggest city, but it was enough. The main reason the city was built was because of Route 32. Similar to Route 66, Route 32 is a long, snakelike road winding all throughout the Midwest desert and passing right by the infamous Area 51.
In fact, Townsville isn't that far from Area 51. You could say the city lays right in the middle of Area 51 and the California state border. Route 32 passes right through it.
Area 51 is where Professor John Utonium works. Father of three little girls, he's a quiet man who doesn't leave his house much and doesn't smile often. He works long hours on top secret projects, and spends most of his time either in his basement laboratory or with his daughters.
When his three little daughters finally turn five, he starts their training.
He shows them different skills, teaches them martial arts, and focuses on specific skill sets for each one.
His oldest, Blossom, is to be the commander and leader. He drills her in strategy and resourcefulness; trains her mind to be the quickest at unraveling mysteries, puzzles, and potential danger situations.
The middle triplet, Buttercup, loves to fight. She would be the brute strength of the three. Her determination and willpower are unparalleled and she's as stubborn as they come. She took to martial arts quickly and Professor Utonium trains her to become strong and make anything into a weapon.
The youngest of the three, Bubbles, is quicker and smaller than her sisters. She'd be the speed and stealth of the team. He trains her to become faster, quieter, and a master at hiding. Though she's the more joyful one of her sisters, she also knows when to be silent and especially deadly.
The three don't have time to make many friends in their town, focusing on their training and survival skills instead. They don't do things like play outside or ride bikes; instead they learn skills like how to throw knives and take down opponents twice as big as they are.
Until one day, Professor Utonium brings his partner at work home with him.
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Mojo Johnson is a short, stout little man with an appearance that's vaguely ape-like. He greets the three seven-year-old little girls politely and warmly, and then gestures behind him to where three little boys stand.
"These are my sons," He explains. "Brick, Butch, and Boomer."
The Professor bends down to look at his girls. "They take special training just like you do." He tells them. "Their dad and I work on the same projects. Why don't you three show them the training room?"
Blossom nods and steps forward, taking Brick by the hand. The redheaded boy is so shocked he doesn't protest, and she gently tugs him through the living room and to the stairs leading to the basement. The other four trail behind them.
"We've got a bunch of cool stuff down here!" Buttercup boasts proudly as the six make their way down the stairs.
"I bet I can beat you in a wrestling match!" Butch exclaims, pointing at Buttercup. She narrows bright, lime green eyes at him.
"You're on," She growls. They stop at the metal door and Buttercup immediately gets on her hands and knees underneath the touchpad. Blossom clambers onto her back, arms pinwheeling for a moment before Bubbles skips over and holds onto her legs, steadying her.
"Hurry up, Blossy, you're heavy!" Buttercup groans. Blossom scoffs.
"Am not!" She argues. She reaches up to the touchpad and punches in the passcode with a small finger, muttering as she does so. "Three, nine, two, four." The light blinks green and the door clicks. Bubbles lets go of Blossom's legs and yanks open the door while Blossom jumps off her sister's back and Buttercup stands up.
"You're training room is like ours!" Boomer exclaims when they reach the room. "Cool!"
Suddenly, out of the blue, Butch tackles Buttercup to the padded floor. The small girl lets out a screech as the two tumble, but quickly retaliates. Soon the two are locked in their fight, tussling around the room.
"Do you guys train all the time too?" Blossom asks Brick. He nods, pulling his cap further down over his short hair.
"Do you have a lot of friends?" Bubbles questions curiously. Boomer looks a little sad and shakes his head.
"No," He sighs. "We're always training, and Dad says we can't tell nobody…well, except for you guys." At this, he looks confused. "Hey Brick, why can we tell them about our training but nobody else?"
"'Cuz they train like we do." Brick supplies, crossing his arms.
"Well, hey!" Bubbles says after a moment of clearly hard thinking. "This means we can all be friends!" Boomer brightens and nods.
"Yeah, since we all know about each other's training!" Butch and Buttercup freeze their wrestling, and Buttercup immediately pushes away from Butch and stands up. Her hair is all over the place and her dress is now wrinkled and slightly askew.
"I don't wanna be friends with him!" She stomps her foot and crosses her arms, scowling. Butch grins at her.
"You're just mad 'cuz I beat ya," He says smugly.
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Am not!"
Are too!"
"AM NOT!"
"ARE TOO!"
Buttercup lets out a cry of frustration and leaps at Butch, pulling him into another wrestling match. The other four look at each other and shrug (well, except for Brick, who just rolls his eyes).
"So...friends?" Blossom holds out a hand to Brick, her expression hopeful. He eyes her warily, but after a moment he takes her hand and shakes it.
"Friends."
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i'm gonna have so much fun with this. ya'll have probably read my halloween collab with chokecherries...let's just say all that mind-fuckery and those horrific plot twists?
THAT WAS ME. (shoutout to chokecherries bc i think i scarred her while we did that collab im sorry babe ily)
*rubs hand together* ohohO this story is gonna be so FUN. }:D i'm so excited for this, i'm gonna screw with evERYONE'S HEADS YEAH MAN. i live for stuff like this. (but also fluff bc i need my happy endings too)
okay can i just say that young ppg/rrb is so cUTE I WANT TO SQUISH ALL OF THEM. they are my bb's. i love them.
ALRIGHT. that's it for this story, FOR NOW. (this prologue is so stinkin' short its like the shortest thing i've ever posted whOA.) don't worry, the next chapter is when shit gets real. 0 to 100, REAL QUICK.
*cue dramatic evil laughter*
peace out girl scouts,
two red converse
