The City of Townsville, normally a happy and boisterous place, was very gloomy today. The clouds were gray and heavy with rain not yet ready to spill, it was cold, and a certain scientist was definitely feeling the effects of the weather. He was miserable, none of his inventions of late had worked, his car had gotten a flat tire and was broken into the day he'd gone to get it fixed. Life was throwing him a curve ball and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't hit it away. This scientist was currently walking out of the grocery store, when he heard the thunder above him. Curiously looking up at the sky for just a moment, he didn't notice the tear in his grocery bags and was, to say the least, shocked when they tore open, spilling their contents onto the pavement of the parking lot. He groaned and said a string of choice words under his breath, after all, he was so close to his car. Nothing seemed to be going right lately, and to be quite frank, he was not happy with it in the slightest. He wondered then if when the universe had heard his wish just a few days ago, it decided to mock him instead. Laughing right in his face, it seemed, at the fact he wanted children. As if it was such a joy.
You see, John had always known he wanted to be a father, even from a young age. And when he got married, that's what his wife wanted too. However, they were ironically and tragically infertile. The adoption paperwork they would send in kept coming back negative, and his wife was appalled at the idea of a sperm donor. So she decided that since neither of them were getting younger, and it was obviously his fault for being infertile (working in a lab with dangerous chemicals killed his sperm), to divorce him for someone better. She wanted a family and couldn't have that with him. It was about four days ago and the divorce was officiated, with neither of them wanting anything from the other. Later that night he had wished upon a star for a miracle, for him to have kids. They were what he had wanted more than anything in the world.
That night after he got home, he put his groceries away and sat in front of his TV, bored and miserable. It was around 9 o'clock he had heard knocking. Perplexed at who could be rapping at his door this hour, he got up and opened it to see three beautiful baby girls in a basket with a note attached to them. 'They must be no more than three months old' he thought, hastily bringing them into his humble abode, not wanting them to catch their death outside in the freezing cold. On the note was nothing more than their names and to please take care of them. Silently thanking the heavens, he only wished they'd shown up sooner, when he was back at the grocery store. However, not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, he didn't care how many times he would need to go to the store; he would do it as many times as he had to for these three beautiful girls.
Nearly 17 years had passed since that night and they know now it was not a coincidence the girls had showed up on his doorstep mere days after he had wished for children. You see, at a young age, the girls had been recruited to join a top secret agency called SAINT (StAr INitiaTive) and assist them in their goal to make everyone's wishes, no matter how small, come true. The girls were perplexed at the idea, and the Professor had to be reassured multiple times that the chances of them getting injured are slim to none. Ultimately, the girls had agreed as long as it didn't interfere with their schooling and that was that. Every now and then they would get a text, email, even a bird sometimes with their mission. They were among the best operatives the company had ever seen and were glad they recruited the girls when they did. The potential was overwhelming and the success rate had gone up a whopping 15% since their joining.
However we'll get to that later, because the reason the girls had been recruited was due to their remarkable abilities. Blossom was incredibly intelligent (as were her sisters, but she was more logic driven than them) and had taught herself programming and coding at the age of 11 after having read all there is to read she was interested in. She learned to hack and released the unsafe and unjust practices of corrupt companies anonymously to the public, loving that she was able to help even a few people. She was always safe when hacking though and always made sure no one would ever be able to trace it back to her. She even hacked some of the government systems like the FBI and CIA just to see if she could. Blossom had taught herself so much, she was able to skip most of her courses and earned the ability to take classes at Townsville Community College and is on track to graduate early. She's currently taking classes to get her engineering degree with a minor in psychology. Some of the kids at her school were jealous of the red-head while others asked her to tutor them. She happily obliged and would have a study group every Tuesday and Thursday due to her ballet and agent responsibilities. The only thing abnormal about her other than her brain was her eyes. You see they are bubblegum pink in color, the Professor had done some tests when she was young and realized she has the very rare trait that is Alexandria's genesis, however instead of violet, they're pink. When she was younger some of the kids had been frightened by her, but it didn't take long for them to warm up to her, realizing she was no demon and having a smart friend was always a plus.
For Buttercup, she was recruited due to her incredible athletic ability. Any sport she tried, she was instantly good at. She took kickboxing, karate, and countless other martial arts classes. The Professor wanted the girls to be able to protect themselves when he wasn't around and it proved effective in controlling Buttercup's temper. She also meditated but it was really her skills in combat the agency was interested in. While all three girls were able to learn fast at whatever they put their minds to, it was obvious she's the fighting machine and would be needed for more dangerous missions like getting a child out of a bad home. While she is very intelligent like her older sister, she doesn't care about school or the classes, but is able to pass them no matter hard she slacks off. The school while confused, just thought she was bored with the curriculum and put her into AP and honors classes like her sisters. Buttercup's also on track to graduate early, but still she hardly participates in anything that has to do with school that isn't sports related. She takes classes at TCC like her sister, but it is mostly just core classes so she can get "official" credits for school and maybe have a major in business so she could run a gym someday. She is aspiring to join the MMA when she is old enough and the agency agreed to not interfere with her work, although they were hoping she would become a full time agent one day, as they had the same hope for her sisters.
Bubbles, last but not least, was recruited for her strange ability to learn any language after only hearing it once. She has the smarts of her sisters and is on track to graduate early as well, and is taking college courses like Blossom and Buttercup. Except her classes are for a veterinary degree with her minor having her take classes to become a human doctor as well. She wants to be an arts teacher too one day, but has decided to focus on her medical degrees for now. Although Bubbles is smart, she also enjoys doing all of the extra curricular classes the school allows her to take. Her interests are mainly in art, choir, cheer leading, and track. She also takes gymnastics classes after school on the days Blossom goes to her dance classes and is able to get a ride. On her days off she volunteers at the animal shelter as well as the daycare center. Bubbles is also an overall great people pleaser and is able to resolve even the most deadly of conflicts. Throughout her years, she was often seen as the most emotionally vulnerable of her sisters, to which she likes to use to her advantage. Whilst Bubbles doesn't cry as much as she did as a kid, she is still seen that way by most people. In fact, many feet the need to protect her (even if she can protect herself just fine).
Blossom and her sisters were special, the agency had noticed it immediately when they picked up the girls for the Professor. SAINT had been keeping an eye on them ever since, not failing to notice the urge to help others was strong in the three girls. They had seen it when they were still in elementary school standing up to bullies, had seen it in middle school when they helped their classmates or even a stranger on the street, and continued to see it now even in high school with their volunteer work and missions. These girls have surpassed everyone's expectations, after all they were still in middle school when they were recruited. The director could see how proud their father was and feels some pride too for the girls. After all, he had trained them to become better, stronger, smarter, and faster. They are by far the youngest recruits he has, but they are also the best.
In the Utonium household three girls, nearly young women now, were getting ready for the day to begin. The oldest of the three, Blossom, had just finished brushing her long orange hair and was currently trying to wake the second oldest, Buttercup. The youngest of the three, Bubbles, was still in her PJ's, swaying along to the beat of the music as she prepared breakfast for her family. A squabble could be heard upstairs, but it was nothing to fret about, it's just the dragon waking up. The parent of these three girls, John Utonium (or the Professor as they called him), had set up the table and took over for Bubbles with cooking, telling her to get ready for school. She smiled and gave him a peck on the cheek, handing him the spatula and racing up the stairs. He chuckled at the seemingly hectic nature of his house while reminiscing on the day he had gotten the three wonderful girls that he had no idea would change his life forever in the best way imaginably possible.
As the Professor finished putting the food on the round table, he could hear two out of three of his daughters coming down the stairs. The first of which he could only assume was Blossom, as he could hear Buttercup muttering under her breath and stomping slowly down the stairs, none to happy to be up. Her chin length black hair un-brushed, and clothes totally encompassing the mood she was feeling (I don't care, I'd rather be home), still in her joggers and baggy shirt she had slept in the night before. Blossom, on the other hand, looked a bit professional for a school setting, but then again, she had always dressed nice for any occasion. As had Bubbles, but her style was a bit different. She is more girly than the other two and wore more skirts and dresses to school. She also tended to like them to be flowy, wearing those types of skirts with a loose tucked in shirt. Blossom dressed in longer skirts and stuck to button ups or plain tees. It was a rare occasion if she went out in jeans and graphic tee if she was going to school.
"Good morning girls!" He said, chipper tone in his voice as he sat down at the table and started serving himself some food.
"Morning Professor!" Blossom replied, equally as chipper, taking the seat the the right of him and grabbing some pancakes as well as a couple pieces of bacon and pouring herself some water.
Buttercup just grunted as she sat across from her father, grabbing a plate and filling it with eggs, bacon, and sausage and pouring a glass of milk. She always had quite the appetite, after all she needs a lot protein if she wanted to stay fit and healthy. She also grabbed a slice of toast and started nibbling on it, still half asleep. The Professor smiled softly at his two daughters in admiration and couldn't believe how old they were getting. Soon they would be turning seventeen, before they graduate in December. They were growing up so fast, what with already taking college courses, volunteering at any place they could, and of course going on missions from SAINT. It's a wonder how they're able juggle it all, though he couldn't help but feel sad realizing that soon they would move out and pursue their own dreams. Only calling occasionally and visiting for the holidays. Blossom's voice took him away from his melancholy thoughts as he briefly heard her calling out for the youngest sibling to hurry up and come down.
"I'm almost done!" Is all Bubbles said in response as the other three downstairs shake their heads, knowing full well that she was not.
Buttercup was now alert and awake as she scarfed down her food, only responding to Blossom's questions once every three mouthfuls. The red-head looked disgusted with her sisters actions, but continued talking with her about school and missions they had. 'They have so much responsibilities on their shoulders already and still they are so young, I could never do that and not be bitter about it. I wouldn't have been able to handle the stress at their age' The Professor thought, looking at his girls once more while picking at his food as a feeling of pride and amazement washed over him. These were his girls, how did he ever get so lucky? It was then Bubbles finally came down in all her glory and sat down at the table to his left and Buttercup's right. She grabbed a couple of pancakes as well as some toast and poured herself some orange juice. It was funny how similar yet different all three were. Obviously though with Bubbles' vegetarianism, she wouldn't have touched the meat anyway.
They finished their food relatively quickly and cleaned up their plates. After they took their pills and brushed their teeth before heading to the car, where the Professor was waiting to take them to school. As they all piled into the car, he smiled sadly and drove them off to school. 'I wonder how I'll ever manage with out them?' he wonders as they say their goodbyes and he drives off to work.