Screwing Your Mind Up
She'd openly defied him, and he hadn't made her suffer the consequences. Mojo/Blossom. Please shoot me.
What? Let me go! I don't wanna interview any chickens! -- I mean, hi. P
I guess I probably owe you an explanation for this. And here it is. I am a Mojo/Blossom fan, there, I said it. But this is the first time I've written any Mojo/Blossom, or any PPG fanfic for that matter. I only hope that I manage to do it to the standard that Commander/Dracori/Maz-A-Ma-Taz are looking for. (sweats)
Disclaimer: If the aforementioned standard-lookers don't own the PPG, why should I have the benefit of doing so?
He hadn't done it.
She'd openly defied him, and he hadn't made her suffer the consequences.
It would have been so easy for him to do so – their fight had been a lot tougher than usual with the other sisters in quarantine. And the ultimatum of succumbing to Mojo Jojo's might or getting fried with the Antidote X gun… not an easy decision when one has been pasted.
Still, Blossom defied him.
Yet even after bracing herself, he didn't make her suffer.
"Well?"
Gingerly, Blossom opened one eye, then the other – just to make sure she wasn't being tested. But no, the supposed evil monkey had indeed turned the gun off, and was now just… staring at her. Staring like he would regard a piece of meat for consumption.
"Well? Are you going to leave my lair like you usually do, or will I have to push you out?"
Mojo was giving up? No. No, that didn't make sense. This was Mojo Jojo, for crying out loud. He was relentless in his tried plans for world domination – he'd try the same plan twice if he had to.
He couldn't just give up now.
But he was. At least, that was how it seemed to Blossom.
"Come on come on, I have had an extremely tiresome day today in fighting you, and I do not wish to further anger and inconvenience myself and the already angry inconvenienced media hounds and police force by holding up the inevitable jail sentence which you so long to give me." A long fat chimp finger tapped impatiently on Mojo's control panel, waiting for the cry of unfairness from the superhero looking up at him from the lair below.
But nothing.
Blossom was too surprised to speak.
At this, Mojo became a mad monkey. "I am giving you the perfect opportunity to escape and let me give myself up to the aforementioned police force and you just sit there like an inanimate lemon chained to the ground by heavy chains? Just go before I change my mind and I really do zap you with the Antidote X gun, which I still have the capabilities to do despite your escape route being opened for you. Goodbye, Blossom; go, vamoose, grow up, get married, have children, die, don't invite me to your funeral." With this monologue finally finished, he simply turned around in his chair.
"But... but why?"
Without turning to look at her, Mojo gave the shortest answer he would give for a long time.
"Because I like screwing your mind up."