Twenty four years ago, a scientist named Professor Utonium decided to make the perfect little.

Using the ingredients of sugar, spice and everything nice, he was to make this a reality.

However, as he stirred the concoction, he accidentally broke open a nearby vial of another work of his, which spilled into the project he was currently working on. This accidental, additional ingredient was none other than...Chemical X.

This resulted in the creation of three little girls.

BLOSSOM!

BUBBLES!

"Hey, I ain't no little girl!"

I wasn't talking to you, homeless person with a funny hairdo.

"Aw shit. My mistake. I'll just leave now, hommie."

No hard feelings, pal. Just...don't make too much of ruckus as you leave. Also...just hurry it up a little. I got an intro to finish here.

"Gotcha, Narrator dude. Just gonna tippy toe my ass outta here."

Well that was a waste of my time.

Anyhow…

BLOSSOM!

….uhh….BUBBLES!

...looks like he's gone. Phew.

BUTTERCUP!

These three sisters dedicated their lives to fighting crime and the forces of evil, which is what they do to this very day!

POWERPUFF

FOREVER

A Powerpuff Girls FanFic by GasmaskAvenger.

Chapter 1: No Time for an IRL Lifetime Movie

The city of Townsville!

Twenty four years since the initial creation of the Powerpuff Girls, Townsville hasn't changed all that much. Though technology and social media had altered some things, the city's overall soul has remained the same.

What has changed, however, is the girls themselves.

Not only these girls are city wide icons, they are recognized globally as treasures in the everlasting fight of good against evil.

Though they have expanded their crime fighting activities outside of their home city, they still very, very much call Townsville "home".

And at this very moment, something truly dastardly and despicable is afoot in the home of a local family.

If you need somebody to sing so bad...YOU DO IT! NO ME GUSTA!

Oh dear. What's happening here? Am I going insane? A Powerpuff Girls within our universe.

Is this some kind of act of meta humor or something?

Please tell me! I need to know!

"Dammit, Herb! Why haven't you paid this month's water bill?"

"For god's sake, Herb, don't keep shutting me out like this!"

"Shut the hell up, Minnie! I don't have the damn money to pay for it!"

Uh oh. I don't see this argument ending well...and I don't see the child watching that awful imitation of the girls' childhood taking this too great either.

And i'm referring to both the argument and the awful show, readers.

"How about you SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

ACK! Just as I feared. This husband is both abusive to his wife and to your childhoods.

Folks...I may be a little late on informing you, but this ain't the Powerpuff Girls you grew up with.

Expect things to be...very adult from hereon out.

"Daddy...stop hurting mommy!"

"Sorry, sugar plum...but mommy doesn't know when to keep her fuckin' lips shut."

"Daddy! You said a bad word! Shame on you."

"I can say those things, sugar plum. Things that especially apply to your shitty excuse of a mother."

Oh good. The mother of the family is calling nine one one. This act of vicious misogyny is certainly going to come to an end any minute now.

"Nine one one, what is your emergency?"

"I need you to send some cops to my home. My husband is beating me up!"

"Excuse me, ma'am? Did you forget what city you live in? There's no need for us to send the cops. We're going to alert the city's...real heroes to get the job done."

"Uhhh….I don't understand what you're saying, sir. I thought it was common protocol to send in the proper authorities for domestic violence incidents."

"Not when you live in Townsville, ma'am. We deal things here...differently. Go ahead and hang your phone up now. Help will be on its way in no time."

Well, this battered wife is about to learn that she'll have nothing to fear from her husband for the rest of her stay in Townsville.

"...that was awkward."

"You called the police? YOU SERIOUSLY CALLED THE FUCKIN' POLICE! BITCH, ARE YOU TRYING TO TEAR THIS FAMILY APART?!"

"You're already doing a good job at that, Herb. Look at our daughter. She looks like she wants to crawl under her bed and rot for the rest of her childhood."

"BITCH, SHE'S WATCHING CARTOONS! WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU GET THAT VIBE FROM HER AS SHE WATCHES HER CARTOONS?! God, you're so overly dramatic at times."

Oh...finally! Things are about to take a turn for the better. Looks like the girls have arrived just in time. That wife beater doesn't know what he's got coming!

"Stop there, jerk! The one thing we tolerate the least are people who take pride in beating up their spouses!"

"Yeah! A real meanie that always hurts my soul by sheer principal!"

"More like a walking piece of fucking shit that needs to get their balls cut off!"

"Hah! Looks like there's some bitches for me to carve...carve…uhhhhhh….i'm so fucked now."

POW! SNAP! CRACK! SNAP! WHAM!

Yeah, kick his butt, girls! Kick his butt!

"Thank you...THANK YOU SO MUCH!"

"No problem, lady. We're always welcome to help a fellow citizen, no matter how many times we've done it over the years."

"Yeah. We even don't mind helping out people that live in other cities. That's how much help we are to everyone."

"And the best part is that I get to fuck up more pieces of shit like that sorry excuse of excrement that you call a husband."

"Aw come on, Buttercup. Ease up on the blood lust."

"Sorry, Blossom. Got a little out of hand again as usual."

"It's okay, Buttercup. I felt the same way during my last crossfit competition."

"Ehhhh...i'll just take your word for it, Blossom."

Oh it's so cute to see the girls still occasionally bicker with each other even as adults.

"Hey sisters! Look what's on TV! That cartoon based on us!"

"Really? I gotta see this!"

"You two go ahead and have at it, Bubbles and Buttercup. I need to help counsel this woman. She's gotta be pretty shaken by what her husband inflicted on her."

"All right!"

"Mind if you make room for two more, kid?"

"Sure."

And it's so cute to see them want to watch TV after another effortless act of heroism, but uh oh..they're just realizing how bad this show based on their life they're watching really is.

"I never dressed or said anything like that."

"What the fuck is wrong with my voice?!"

"Memes? They're having me spout out memes? This is an outrage!"

"What's the matter, Bubbles and Buttercup? What's so bad about that cartoon?"

"It's making a mockery of us!"

"More like taking a big fucking shit on our credibility!"

"All right, all right. I'll see what's the fuss about."

With Blossom joining the fray, the Powerpuff Girls witnessed what may have been the most offensive thing this adaption of their childhood adventures had to offer.

...really lame, out of place attempts at appealing to the hip-hop crowd.

"What the hell? Why am I dressed up like a B-Boy?! Why am I rapping in a really crappy style? Why am I wearing bling?! Why? WHY?! WHY?!"

"If they gave your rapping good flow, it would work just okay, but no. This is just that stupid lazy style of rapping lousy, out of touch writers would often throw in on a whim in terribly written stories!"

"Who cares about the gory details? All I know is that it's raping my fucking ears and i've had enough of this fucking bullshit!"

And with that bold statement, Buttercup unplugged everything plugged into the TV (as well as the TV itself) and threw that son of a gun out of the window.

Little to Buttercup's knowledge, the TV came crashing down onto a near grand theft auto felon, crushing his head like a watermelon and painting the almost victim in his blood and guts.

A little gross, readers, but nonetheless a necessary accidental act of heroism.

"Mommy. The Powerpuff Girls...broke our TV."

However, that little girl's complaint was silenced as Blossom managed to buy the family a brand new 4k Ultra High Definition television in just one solitary minute and set it right up for them, stunning said little girl speechless.

"Th...th...thank you, Blossom."

"No need to thank me, kid."

"What about my husband? Will you take him to jail on your way back?"

"Of course we will, lady."

"No shit he's going to prison. Preferably one where he'll get his asshole plugged up while dropping the soap."

"BUTTERCUP! Please keep your words clean for once."

"Ugh. That's a promise I can't keep, Bubbles."

Well, judging by the evil eye she gave to Buttercup after she heard that, I suppose Bubbles is less than thrilled to hear her sister admit she isn't one to try to stop saying nasty things.

Something that if she was to, I would reckon that Buttercup would lose some of her tomboyish charm, something she had only enhanced greatly with the acceptance of her own increased femininity once puberty hit in her teens.

Despite the minor bickering, the girls would then wave goodbye at the mother and daughter they saved and left, taking the abusive husband with them.

And with that said...for the first time in many years…

...the day has been saved…

Thanks to….

THE POWERPUFF GIRLS!

THE END

Townsville Public Records

File No. 378153

Blossom Utonium

Age: 23

Hair Color: Red

Breast size: F

Height: Five Feet, Six Inches

Weight: One Hundred and Thirty Six Pounds

Special achievements: 2014 and 2015 Crossfit Champion, Townsville High Class of 2010 Valedictorian.

Non-crime fighting activities: Crossfit athlete, spokesperson for Townsville humanitarian causes. Unofficial member of the United Nations and Peace Corps.

Relationship Status: Single

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