The Counterpart Theory is true in this story. If you are unfamiliar with my fan-made theory, you may want to take a couple of minutes to read it. it is on my profile as a story.
Here is a brand new story which will be updated based on feedback. A review, a follow, a favorite, anything to let me know that anyone wants more of this. I wanted to write something that gives some attention to a character in the show who doesn't always get the appreciation he deserves. I'm kind of thinking this could be a one-shot, but I do have some ideas if it were to continue. So just let me know! :D
...Now, TO THE STORY!
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Townsville was a beautiful place. Especially for a relaxing cruise along the coast as the sun drifts behind the waves. Though, he was never relaxed during these drives. Even with the roads clear as day and the scenery gleaming with beauty, Antonio could never find peace in his metal prison. Even within the car's porcelain white paint and seated on the comfiest of car seats, he was never content.
Luckily he was allowed to drown out the world with whatever was on the radio. He despised the moments between songs, when it was quite. Because in those few seconds, he was brought back to reality. A smile etched it way onto his face as a new song began its course.
Open your eyes and take in everything that you see,
Look at all the colors, red, yellow, blue, & green,
We can take an airplane and fly across the globe,
Look down upon the colors, c'mon everyone, let's go!
Because...
Love,
Love,
Love,
La La Love, La La Lo-
Static. Antonio's smile faltered. The radio meter flipped through stations in search of a new one. The stereo stopped momentarily on a news station, and then quickly went back to static, searching for acceptable music. He wasn't allowed to listen to the news at this time of year, as the sixteenth of April approached.
The car pulled into the first gas station which came into sight, which also happened to be a few miles from a motel. Antonio stepped out of the car for the first time in hours. Though the leather of his jacket and boots sizzled underneath the setting sun's rays, it felt relieving to stretch his legs. He missed his comfy lab coat.
Antonio punched in his debit card numbers into the machine, and then shoved the nozzle into the car's spout. As he leaned against the gas machine, Antonio squinted against the sun's strong rays and glanced at the license plate of his car.
KARR
The name still sent shivers down his back.
The sun descended quickly after he got back into K.A.R.R. and by the time they got to the motel, it was pitch black. The key's turned by themselves, calming the engine into silence. Antonio made a gentle tug at the key, but it didn't budge and inch.
It was worth a shot… it always was.
Having requested a room directly in front of K.A.R.R., Antonio exited the lobby and made his way toward his room around the corner of the building. Just before he rounded the corner, he was shoved into the sharp brick wall, leaving a scuff of dirt along the length of this sleeve. Glancing up, Antonio meet eyes with three scruffy looking men, each with a mischievous and deadly smirk on their face. But he wasn't afraid. All Antonio managed was a bored and tired expression. As the biggest one raised his fist in the air, a large metal claw gripped it, blood scattering in every which way. Antonio winced as a few spatters of the man's fist blood hit his face. The man shrieked in terror and agony, shouting muffled curses at his attacker.
K.A.R.R. raised his claw, lifting the criminal a few feet into the air, seeming to relish in his cries of misery. The claw jerked open, releasing the man as he fell to the ground with a grunt. His hand was gone. The three muggers screamed and made a run for it, a trail of blood in tow. It was a miracle that nobody had heard and came rushing out to investigate.
But that just meant that they'd have to leave early the next morning. Head lights shined in his face, Antonio held up a thumb of assurance and took a step toward his room. The horn sounded and the lights flashed, K.A.R.R. was clearly not willing to let Antonio walk the five meters to his room's door. He hopped inside and K.A.R.R. rounded the corner and parked directly in front of room 4164.
After washing the blood off, Antonio flipped on the T.V. The news was on, and he could watch in secrecy.
"-city of Townsville, we can see the citizens prepare for their annual Remembrance Ceremony." A news reporter announced. "As you can see, a lot of planning goes into this event, and some citizens can even begin to get frantic as the sixteenth of April is only three days away. And why does this date affect the citizens and leaders of this urban city so much? Well, eleven years ago on April sixteenth, two-thousand and four, these people lost three very special and loved super heroines, The Powerpuff Girls. The death of the city's beloved saviors has scarred these people for over a decade. That day also marks the disappearance of the Girls' creator and loving father figure, Professor Antonio Utoni- "
The T.V. switched off. He couldn't bear the pain any longer.
Antonio reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out an old worn down photo. His eyes glued to the photo of him and his three daughters. This was his favorite time of day, when he could stare at the photo of his perfect little girls. Sometimes he could swear he could hear Bubbles' sweet voice asking for a bedtime story, or Buttercup's mousey 'oopsies' when she would break something with that damned football of hers, or even Blossom's voice as she would try and convince her sisters to stop fighting. He missed the moments when all three of them got along. A tear trickled down his cheek.
"There's nothing more important to me than you. It was supposed to be just me and the three of you…"
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indeed, I am a firm believer that the Professor's first name is Antonio. I swear I heard it once in an episode (but now I can't hear it at all.) and I even saw it once in a website, but when I went to confirm it, it was gone. But I've thought it pretty much all my life so it's strange for me to suddenly change it to John... the name most Fanfiction writers have adopted for his first name.
I hope you enjoyed! I was honestly very proud of this for a story written at 2am. 12 to 2am. I couldn't stop until I was finished, I must have looked like a zombie when my mom came in to say goodnight! XD Anyway thanks so much for reading! I love you all!
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