It was a cold winter morning in the City of Townsville. Snow had been raining down on the city since last night and it had been piling up ever since. At one home, a villain's lair on top of a volcano was being practically buried in it as well. "Ugh… this is annoying!" a young boy's voice rung out in the living room of the lair. He had a red hat on backwards with long orange hair that was sticking out from under it. He was wearing a red hooded coat that had black flames on it in various angles. The windows were all covered by snow as well, which was practically darkening the home. "Can you cram it, Brick? I kind of like the mornings like this, without the sun blasting my eyes while I'm sleeping," another boy similarly aged rung out from his nearby chair. He was wearing a green coat that had a big skull on the back of it with spiky black hair. For some reason, the darkness combined with the morning made him a bit calmer.
"I like it too. It'll clear off when dad turns on the external heat…" a blonde boy from the kitchen spoke, wearing a blue bubble vest that had black stars on random parts of it. He had his mouth stuffed with some cereal, though. They were the Rowdyruff Boys; Brick, Butch and Boomer, notorious villains in Townsville for causing random crimes with their superpowers, either out of their father's orders or out of boredom. Though it was usually boredom. "Ah, shut up, Boomer. Only reason you agree with him is because he got you that dumb game as a gift," the red ruff hissed. His blue sibling went back to silence to try and enjoy his cereal. It wasn't unusual that he got picked on somewhat for not having the best intelligence nor strength or focus. He wouldn't mind his brothers' teasing or bullying for lack of a better word if even their creator reassured him otherwise, but no difference sadly.
"BOYS!" a loud voice rung out, echoing to their ears. Butch groaned, getting off the couch and floating to the kitchen alongside his brothers. Boomer raised an eyebrow, seeing their simian father enter, wearing his usual heavily coated gear to tolerate the cold weather. He was Mojo Jojo a common villain, to say the least. He tried to be unique with his plans, but so far nothing had entirely worked how he wanted it to. He was the father to the triplets, at least one of the fathers. Sadly, the one they respected more had been killed over a year ago.
"What is it dad?" Brick just wanted him to cut to the point. Either it was going to be a rant about how he was frustrated or a rant about his newest plan. Boomer just continued to shovel his breakfast into his mouth. Either way his ears were already hurting. "I need one of you to run an errand for me…" he started. "I'm out," Butch declared walking away tiredly much to his father's annoyance.
"…as I was saying… I need something acquired for me. You see, there are some unearthly visitors outside of Townsville that have something I need for my new plan," Mojo explained to them, regaining the attention of at least Brick and Butch. "Aliens?! Can we go beat'em up!?" Brick excitedly requested, only for his father to annoyingly pat him on the head. "Calm down now. Yes, you can beat them up if you have to… but I'm not sending you on this mission," he said. Brick swore he could feel Butch plotting his taunt dance.
"What is it you need from'em?" Butch queried. "You aren't going either. I want Boomer to go," Mojo finally stated. The triplets all looked to their dad in confusion, Boomer deciding now was probably the best time to stop eating. "Wha… but why me? What if the aliens call in an army or something?!" Boomer protested. At this point he had self-doubt in his own fighting prowess. He couldn't tell why even with some form of training he still got the worst end of a fight. "For once the idiot's right," Brick agreed. Butch was just thinking of how many jokes he would be able to make of Boomer brutalized by the end of this.
"Enough! It is my decision on who and how to handle this… that is the problem, Boomer. You can't handle multiple threats. You just lack in a lot of areas… so I want to see if you can at least do this. I am tired of raising failures," Mojo Jojo outright admitted. This did anger two of the young boys. Boomer got demoralized by it, but the statement was dead on since the last heist they successfully pulled was a long time ago. They couldn't even remember the date. Most of their powers got used fighting a lost battle or a stalemate at best.
"Alright. I guess I'll do it," Boomer reluctantly agreed, not sure if he really meant it or it was just some blind determination to prove otherwise. Boomer just watched his brothers head back to another room to entertain themselves in the snowstorm, just letting their blue brother listen to the list of what it was he was supposed to get and what dangers will be there, beyond the obviously labelled aliens.
Before he really had all the information sink in, Boomer was flying through the sky above Townsville, leaving a dark blue streak of light behind him while flying. He just wanted to get this dumb task over with. Barely early in the morning and off to a bad start. He was wondering why his father knew aliens were around. Then again, it wouldn't be the first nor the weirdest attack the towns faced. Aliens were kind of up on the normal to attack. Boomer was more lost in his train of thought being considered a failure and such. He was starting to remember all of the fights he had been in where one of his brothers had to save him. Yet he played distraction a lot, so he couldn't blame himself entirely for those.
Boomer couldn't keep his mind on anything else, but his past screw ups. He remembered, how he even got Brick's leg broken once since their enemies had tried some new attack out on the blue ruff. His brother had blocked it for him at the cost of a good, painful fracture.
He sighed, while the snow obscured his vision. He wondered what it would have been like if it was just his two brothers, or maybe someone smarter as the third person. It always put him in a depression that made him question himself more and more to the point where he wondered why causing crime was even labelled as fun at this point, when all it resulted in was being injured. Boomer snapped out of it as he saw his destination coming into sight; one of a many farmlands that had been abandoned for various reasons. He landed, taking in a deep breath to calm down, ready to follow his dad's instructions. Aware if he wasted time that maybe the aliens would get beaten down by the towns heroes.
Authors note: Hi all, sorry its been a while since I last wrote. Life kinda overwhelmed me for a while. I dunno whether to continue this or not, either way hope you enjoy it.