Author's Note: In this story, the Rowdy Ruff Boys and the Power Puff Girls are meant to be about 15-17. Also, I changed the ingredients for the Rowdy Ruff Boys a little. The one I used was a mixture of the Japanese, Power Puff Girls Z, the American version, and some of my personal ideas. Oh, and last but not least, I don't own Power Puff Girls in any way. Now, on with the story!
They say that the first are the worst and the second are the best…
Do you think so?
…
Bubbles burst on the surface of a sinister mixture, fumes rising from their cores and out of the pot, tinting the air with a sickly light green smoke and toxic smell. The cauldron boiled as the ingredients were added one by one. First came a single hair clip, pink with a cherry heart in the center and a few strands of red hair still attached to the pin. Next was a bright sky blue ponytail holder with some blonde curls caught around the rubber elastic. Then a dark lock of hair was thrown into the concoction. A single bead of crimson blood, and the stage was set.
The last ingredient, three drops of Chemical X, was added to the solution, and three new beings sparked to life.
A thick cloud of smog gushed from the pot, flooding the floor and blocking the lights from above. The gases stained the air, making vision impossible and breathing difficult. Coughs and rasping sounds came from within the haze.
Inside the clouds of toxic gas was a boy. He wore a burgundy sweatshirt with a solitary black line that ran horizontally across the center. His pants and shoes were a striking black as well, all except for the white of his shoe laces. On his head was a baseball cap that matched his shirt. He wore it backwards and a few locks of hair stuck out the hole above his forehead. A long, red ponytail protruded out below the rim of his hat behind his head.
The boy was kneeling, one foot planted firmly on the ground and his elbow propped up atop his knee. He choked into the clenched fist which he held to his mouth. The fog stung his eyes and burned his throat. He cupped his hand around his mouth, attempting to make breathing less of a hassle, as he squinted ahead into the fog with crimson eyes.
He raised a hand to his forehead and groaned. He felt dizzy, perhaps from the fumes surrounding him. He wobbled a little as he struggled to stand, finding his balance to be far from accurate, and caressed his forehead in an effort to cease the throbbing. His limbs felt too light, as if he were not moving them at all. Everything felt so surreal, like a dream.
He looked up from the dense smoke to see a short, black primate standing in front of him. A white helmet with purple stripes and a metal band sat atop his head. There was an indigo cape tied around his neck and a cobalt vest that covered him from his shoulders to knees. He wore white boots, gloves, and a matching belt that stuck out from the rest of his attire. As he examined the monkey more closely, he noticed the creature lacked black fur on his face; instead his skin was light green, as were his pointy ears. He grinned at the boy with a full set of jagged teeth.
The boy swayed slightly as he stepped forward towards the primate and out of the smoke. He still held his forehead as he glared down at the monkey.
"Ah, my child," the monkey sighed happily as he placed a hand on the boy's arm.
The boy grimaced as he looked down at the monkey's glove. "Hey, hands off!" he grumbled as he swatted the paw away.
But he primate merely smiled again with a chuckle and motioning back into the fog, "Why don't you go meet your brothers?"
"Brothers?" he turned to his right to see a dark figure making its way out of the smoke. Once the smog started to clear he could see that it was another boy, much like himself. They wore similar outfits; exactly the same except for this boy wore a navy blue sweater instead of a scarlet one. He wore no hat, and his hair was blonde and much shorter, yet still longer than average. His bangs stuck out at the side and brushed against his ears. The new boy was bent over, coughing violently into both his hands. After a moment, the boy dressed in blue looked up at him with weary, bright cerulean eyes. Then his gaze settled in front of them on the well-dressed primate.
He coughed into his palm a few more times. "A monkey?" he managed to choke out.
"Why, yes, my children," the monkey smiled at them.
There was another gasping sound coming from the fog and this time both boys turned to look. Another boy staggered out of the gas with his arm around his face, coughing into his elbow as he stepped closer. Again, his outfit matched the other boys' except for the color, which was a dark emerald. His black, spiky hair stuck out in multiple directions, but stayed clear of his eyes. He glared ahead at the primate with eyes similar to stones of jade.
"I ain't related to no talkin' monkey," he coughed. All three boys turned to glare at the monkey standing proudly in front of them.
He chuckled, "Well, children..."
"And we aint 'children'!" the green boy yelled. The red boy exchanged a glance with him and the green boy fell silent. The boy in red nodded to the monkey. "You were saying?"
The monkey cleared his throat, "Yes, well, you see, the Powerpuff Girls are so very annoying. They foil my plans every single time. So I thought, 'how can I beat them?' And I thought, and thought, and thought, and thought, and thought, and thought, and thought, and-"
"Would you just get to the point already!" the boy dressed in green yelled again.
"Yeah," the red one agreed, "And what's with all this junk about the 'Powderpuff Girls'?"
The monkey paced up and down the room as the boys watched him babble. "Yes, they are my arch enemies. I, Mojo Jojo, come up with the most ingenious plans to take over the world and they ruin them every time! I needed a way to get them rid of them! And so, after much thought and consideration, I decided to fight fire with fire. So I, Mojo Jojo, decided to make my own tougher, stronger version of the Powerpuff Girls!" He threw his arms up in the air with too much enthusiasm and pointed at the boys. "You."
The blonde boy dressed in blue stepped over to the one in green and whispered in his ear, "I think there's something wrong with this monkey."
He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, no kidding," he groaned back.
Then the red boy turned back to the monkey in front of them. "Okay, Pops, so how exactly did you 'make' us?"
"Well, first I tried throwing some snips of hair, dead snails, and a puppy dog's tail in a rotting toilet in the Townsville jail, but it all just blew up in my face. So then, I retried the experiment, but this time I used Powerpuff DNA, along with a drop of Him's blood, and the extra dose of Chemical X and judging from the results, I'd say it worked out much better."
All three boys looked like they would pass out. The blue one was gagging into his hands again, but it wasn't from the smoke. The green boy's eyes were twitching, his mouth curled into an uneven grimace. The red boy just stared at the monkey with his mouth half open and his tongue sticking out, "What would make you think you could make people out of that?" It was the dumbest thing he had ever heard of.
The monkey just shrugged, "I don't know. Professor Utonium made little girls out of sugar, spice and everything nice, so I figured, 'why not?'."
The red boy smacked his forehead with his palm, "You are the dumbest talking monkey I have ever met!"
The blue one looked over at him. "Well, he's the only talking monkey I've ever met…"
The green boy turned to the red one too. "So you made us just so we could go beat up some girls for ya?" All three boys turned to look at the monkey again.
"Right, exactly right," the monkey smiled evilly and the boy in red raised an eyebrow.
The redhead folded his arms across his chest, "Sorry, dude, but the Rowdyruff Boys aren't about to go beat up a bunch of girls just 'cause a talking monkey told us to."
"The what?" the monkey asked, confused.
The red boy placed his palm on his head and adjusted his cap, "We're the Rowdyruff Boys."
The blue boy stepped forward. "Boomer."
"Brick," the red boy's eyes glinted.
The green boy punched the palm of his hand with his fist, "Butch."
"Well, why not?" he whined.
"What makes you think we would?" the boy dressed in red, Brick, challenged. He grabbed Mojo by his cape ties and held him up above the ground. Mojo didn't seem surprised.
"Well, I don't know, maybe because of," Mojo reached into his pocket and pulled out a remote control, "THIS!"
The remote had four buttons on it: three lined up in a row: red, blue, and green, then a single, larger black button beneath the three. It had a small antenna on top, jet black to match the box itself.
Brick chuckled, "Yeah, what's that gonna do pops?"
Mojo smirked and pressed the red button.
"AAAHHHHHHH!"
Immediately Brick released his grip on Mojo's cape and fell to his knees, his eyes shut tight. Pain coursed through his entire body. It felt as though he was being electrocuted, sparks jumping through his veins. He dug his fingers into the floor, squeezing the tiles until they smashed. He could hear his brothers' distant calls, but he couldn't get up.
"Hey, lay off, ya stupid monkey!"
He forced his eyes open to see Butch charging at Mojo, ready to ram him into the wall, his emerald streak trailing behind him. Even though it would only take Butch a split second to reach Mojo, he didn't quite make it. Brick heard his brother cry as he fell to the floor, just a few feet short of his mark. Brick squinted up to see Mojo standing above them, holding down both their buttons.
"Guys!" Boomer yelled. He raced up to them just as Butch had, and met the same fate, screeching to a halt on the floor. Brick glanced over to see Boomer's cobalt streak fade and his brother lying right beside him, sparks flying from his body. Mojo now held all three buttons, and all three boys were on their knees, bowing to him.
"Now then," Mojo began proudly. Brick glared up at him from his place on the floor. "You shall do as I say, will you not?"
Brick glanced from Boomer to Butch, his brothers, writhing in agony. They looked up at him, waiting for his answer. Brick gritted his teeth, the pain was unbearable and he would do anything to make it stop.
"ALRIGHT!" he yelled, and Mojo released the buttons. All three Rowdyruff Boys fell limply to the ground, motionless, recovering from the device. Brick felt the cold flooring against his cheek and it stung. He lifted his head at the sound of a chuckle. Mojo was grinning evilly above him.
"Now, my boys, you have a few Powerpuffs to find."
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