The basic idea of this fic is that it's a drabble collection, or a short story/vignette collection. Every chapter is independent of the other, and they can be read in virtually any order. Throughout, many characters will have light shed upon them, and though the precise style and tone shifts from drabble to drabble, they are all family-friendly (hence the K rating), and they all are just there mostly to settle down with the characters, without life-changing events happening to them. None are launching pads for future fics, and though it can take place in the same universe as my Powerpuff Girls Movie trilogy (between the first and second), it is more show-like then they were.
Though this first drabble centers around Mojo, varied characters get the spotlight, from Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup, to Fuzzy, The Amoeba Boys, The Gangreen Gang, The Rowdyruff Boys, and even a certain unexpected Chemical X-enhanced monkey. Enjoy!
Relations
He knew from the moment their glorious tale began that he would never be the same as them.
How could they be? As he had rightfully said to them once, "You are pure and innocent, and most certainly loved." He was never loved by anyone. Not since... the incident.
They were just kids. Three little girls was what they were. He, on the other hand... he was a monster. There was no other suitable word. And he knew this.
He watched, from afar, as they played cutely when duty did not call. That was when he envied them the most. When they fought each other, all other thoughts vanished in the thick of the action. It was only when he was carted off in a cop car, or on those rare occasions where he successfully retreated, that he resurfaced these thoughts.
Oh, he would try. He would try to make himself feel at home. But he never could for more than a few minutes. He was destined to be alone.
Maybe he should be grateful? After all, he had something most people did not have enough of, and certainly very few in this town. Raw intelligence. That should have been enough.
But it wasn't. Knowledge can never replace friendship. He even envied others of his own kind, for they were the ones who lived in a simpler world, even if it was just as cruel. He yearned. Yearned just to have a taste of what their lives were like. No responsibilities, no worries, no constant acts of villainy.
He knew it was his own fault, deep down. He wasn't supposed to be like this. Perhaps it was okay. Perhaps it wasn't. He could never know for sure.
But he also saw what they had done one day, he told himself. The very first time they had encountered. It wasn't just that they had worked together. That fact meant nothing.
No. It was the fact that they had bonded. Even if that relationship had mostly been crushed due to his own actions, it would still remain with him, and them, for their whole lives. As they connected with him, as they had built the observatory together, as they had even enjoyed themselves with their special surprise afterwards.
He meant something to them then. Did he still? He didn't know. But they meant something to him.
And there was one image he could never get out of his head. Them, standing there in the rain in front of his box, looking down at the ground as he vented some verbal frustration.
What could he say? He couldn't blame them for not trusting him anymore after how he betrayed them. He wouldn't trust himself if he was in their shoes.
He knew he wasn't supposed to be like this. But maybe sometime they could just fit together, play a game, and share a banana? Or any fruit, really.
Mojo still cared about them, despite everything.
He still cared about The Powerpuff Girls.
Theme was 'The Wrong Child.'
I can't say I'm completely satisfied with this drabble. I fell incredibly sick just after writing the first draft, and I had to submit it without editing it beyond that.
But I still think this is pretty good. Not romantic feelings at all, just potential family caring, which we all adore. We all know Mojo needs a bit more revealed about his character, so this was born. I think this was also inspired by a really old fic, from around July 2002, that was on similar lines. Kind of like the connection between Antz and A Bug's Life, in a way.
Anyways, I would give what you see here a B-. But I had enough fun writing it to keep on writing more - hence this now-lengthy drabble collection.
Who knows how many there'll be by the end? I certainly don't. Put it on your author alerts people, because even if I give it a complete status, I may very well keep adding the odd drabble anyways. It'll be an ongoing thing, maybe for years, as long as the contest keeps going at the very least.