"And once again, the day is saved! Thanks to… The Powerpuff Girls!" The Narrator's crackly voice filtered through the powerful speakers next to the television. In the darkness of the room, a quiet sob could be heard, which was quickly muffled. A girl wiped her face, then leaned forward, turning off the TV. She stood and shuffled to the bathroom, looking up into the mirror. She hated herself for crying over the same damn footage every year. It was stupid and cheesy, and it didn't even show one of their better fights. It was just a generic monster attack, no mention of any of the villains who actually mattered, like the Rowdyruff Boys or Mojo… Or the one in the room opposite her. She sighed, pushing her hair out of her face.
"I need a haircut," she said, trying to distract herself. She let out a miserable laugh as it fell right back into her face. She wiped her eyes hastily. She hated crying. She always had. And she'd never let anyone see her do it as long as she lived. She cleaned her face up, then started applying makeup. It was ten o'clock and she needed a pick-me-up. What better way to get it than to go drink and get laid? She smirked at herself in the mirror, but it was an empty gesture, without the least bit of depth to it. She shook her head, then turned and stormed out. She paused at her roommate's door, listening to his deep, even breathing. Then she smiled and headed out. There was no time for nostalgia when you filled your nights with sin.
"And once again, the day is saved! Thanks to… The Powerpuff Girls!"
Across town, another young woman smiled at the screen, changing her yoga pose. The disbanding of the Powerpuff Girls was something that she hoped the townspeople would mourn for a long time. She didn't know how she would make it through the year without the sight of her sisters, smiling with her, as they defeated a monster. This one broadcast, every year on November 4th from 9-10, saved her life. It was the only thing that kept her going as the family dinners became strained, then tense, then full on hostile as they pushed food around their plates, until they finally stopped happening at all. It was the only thing that kept her going through the Professor's heartbroken calls, asking if she would please come home only to be answered with the same excuse- she was too busy with the gallery and couldn't take time off. She couldn't go to their family home. The memories would break her. And her spirit was the only thing keeping her alive.
She shifted position again, then sighed and finished for the night. She slipped out of the studio apartment she lived in and headed out into the night. It was ten o'clock and she needed to clear her head. Fresh air was the only thing that would help her. She hurried into the night, the chill doing nothing to her superhuman body. She decided to jog, since she was still wearing her yoga clothes. The wind rushing past her body felt nice. There was no time for nostalgia when you filled your nights with positive energy.
"And once again, the day is saved! Thanks to… The Powerpuff Girls!"
"The Powerpuff Girls…" the last sister scoffed to herself. Her lips twisted into a scowl and she kicked it, hard, shattering it like glass in one fluid motion. She screamed, an animalistic sound of rage that set her girlfriend's teeth on edge, even though she just watched, impassive to the other girl's tantrum. Suddenly the rampaging sister stopped.
"How was that?" she asked. Her girlfriend shrugged.
"It was okay. I wish you wouldn't have taken it out on the TV. Daddys' had to buy us four already," she frowned.
"You're the one who said you wanted me to get my anger out, Princess! 'Use it for good,' you said." The last puff scowled, crossing her arms. Princess cringed.
"Yeah, but not on our expensive electronics that daddy keeps replacing so I don't have to live in squalor." Princess frowned.
"Keep talking and I'll show you squalor." She scowled and clenched her fists. Princess huffed at her, and stalked outside, playing on her phone. The last puff watched her go, her eyes trained squarely on the other girl's ass. And then she picked up the TV, flying it outside, then joined Princess on the rusty fire escape.
"Be honest with me. Do you think I have a chance at that audition?" she asked. Princess studied her, then nodded.
"As long as you don't smash the director's TV too," Princess said, then went back to texting. The last puff smiled.
It was ten o'clock and she needed to rest for her big day. She slipped inside and tucked herself into bed. There was no time for nostalgia when you filled your nights with your rage.