Prologue: Christmas with Puddles
I don't own the Powerpuff Girls, I only watched them as a kid.
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It was like Christmas with puddles on the ground— that was how Bubbles often times explained their first meeting as 'friends'. Buttercup, on the other hand, had not approved of the sudden intrusion into her life. They'd been ushered into their home by their ever-gleeful father, clothed in clean clothes and fed with her food that she'd spent her time cooking so she could eat.
"Look girls! I brought home some new friends!" the Professor had called as he placed a hand on the blue and green boys' shoulders and pulled them into a crushing embrace with the red ones cheeks like pufferfish as he struggled for air. Bubbles had bounded down the stairs jabbering about always wanting a new pet, and Blossom had followed to see what the commotion was about. Buttercup had stayed in place looking from green, to red, to blue, and finally back to the mint green cups of fluff that she had wanted to devour. They jiggled almost tauntingly, as if warning her that they were about to topple on themselves in a strange sort of exotic flounce.
"Girls please!" the Professor had called, turning his back so the three powered boys were not in the line of fire, "This is for your own good!"
"It's okay Professor!" a menacing pink glow was already forming around her hands as she instructed Bubbles to try and find any traces of a mind control device, "We'll save you!"
"We don't need this!" the black haired boy, Butch, had called, pushing out of the tightened grip and taking a battle stance, eyes glowing green and spiked hair seeming to take a sharper point. She'd later learn that this was his last chance at escaping their new fate.
"You don't need this? I have a project due!" a laser of pink lightly kissed the Professors white lab coat and left it burnt as it sailed passed the shocked emerald iris of the black haired boy. The Professor, dazed, let free the other two boys in his grasp, who quickly flanked their brother as Bubbles reported no traces of mind-control devices.
"Then you should be thanking me!" Blossom had danced away from the looming streaks of green that followed his taunt. Buttercup felt the boom shake the foundation of the kitchen, shake her soufflé.
"Hey!" Blossom yelled through gritted teeth, ducking behind a tri-colored loveseat in the corner of the room, "That could've hurt someone!"
"No, really?"
"Sorry about this Professor!"
Crash. Jiggle.
"Would you quit it?"
Jiggle. Boom. Jiggle.
"F- What side are you on?!"
Boom. Crack. Jiggle.
Pzzzzts….
"Be QUIET!"
Time no longer seemed to move in that slow motion kind of way that came with fights as a menacing aura of green surrounded the baking puff and a rolling pin standing erect and at attention, eager for vengeance. Professor, Puff and Ruff alike seemed to shrink down almost immediately. The lights that had hung lazily now seemed to be holding on for dear life.
"Now sit. Down."
She took a deep breath, searching for her inner happy place and remembering the words of a wise sensei and an annoyingly accurate fortune cookie she'd had earlier. 'Today is a bad day for dessert' it had said. She sighed;her soufflé had already fallen over, nothing could've made it any worse.
"Pssh," she heard a voice whisper, "Stupid food doesn't even look that good."
Her inner peace could wait. The rolling pin found itself firmly situated in Butch's face, which seemed almost like a cushion for the wooden utensil. Buttercup observed her handy work and with a 'hmph', briefly regretted not using the one with splinters instead. "Professor, what were you saying?"
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Not much to say, it seems.
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