"You should know by now that we can never be controlled. We refuse to relive. I'd rather fight you for eternity than let me and my brothers be dragged back down to drown in rancor once more…"
How dare they…
How dare they…
How dare they?!
How dare those… those impudent brats…
Oh, how HIM missed the time when they were still boys. Young, evil and stupid. Facilely pliable…
No.
Even before, those three were infuriatingly unmanipulable. (Just ask Mojo.) Repeatedly refusing and unable to follow orders coming from those other than themselves, the very definition of rowdy brats…
Now that they've grown, they became smart enough to choose Mojo Jojo over him, the greater of the two evils. To control rather than be controlled.
The Rowdyruff Boys.
They who had escaped his grasp and subsequently flew off towards the direction of none other than the City of Townsville…
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M ∙ I ∙ A ∙ S ∙ M ∙ A
"The secret of change is to focus all of your energy, not on fighting the old, but on building the new."
- Socrates
A large green sign bearing the welcoming words 'The City of Townsville' stood a short distance away from the entrance road to Townsville, welcoming all who enters the rather infamous city.
Two hands clad with black leather wristbands suddenly grabbed the sign's gleaming metal pole, casually uprooted the sign from the cemented ground, flew off and swiftly swung it through the severely damaged torso of a gigantic metal robot running rampant in a destructive rage all over the city streets. The giant attack robot promptly froze, roughly sliced in half. With two final powered kicks from green converse-clad feet, the two massive halves of the robot fell down to the road in two loud crashes, causing a small earthquake with the force of its impact.
The dented long metal pole, which was all that's left of the large green sign, was hauled over one shoulder and the girl singlehandedly responsible for the robot's downfall and half the destruction caused to the city flew down to the rubble-covered ground a few meters away from the robot's smoking ruins. The gorgeous girl ran one wristband-clad hand through her shoulder-length raven black hair and lime green eyes closed in annoyance. "Last day of summer and this shit happens. Can't even get a damn break…"
"You know, Buttercup, you could have saved yourself all the trouble by just pressing the small self-destruct button on the back of the robot." A cool feminine voice spoke from behind her.
"There's a self-destruct button!?" Buttercup spun around to find her red-haired sister slowly walking over to where she stood. "Why the fuck didn't you tell me that earlier?!"
"Language, Buttercup." Blossom sighed, her long high ponytail slightly waving in the light breeze. Rose pink eyes gave a sweeping glance around the ruined streets, surveying the wince-inducing damages to their surroundings. "You really should learn some restraint…" She murmured with a small frown on her beautiful face.
"Hey, you know fighting's my stress relief." Being a super-powered heroine at fifteen was hard enough, but having to live a normal life at the same time after dealing with a Chemical X-induced hell puberty… Buttercup shrugged, scoffing at the thought. One seriously painful hell of a puberty transformation was the reason why all three girls now looked like an average normal person, save for their 'eldest' sister's obviously unnatural-colored eyes. At least they all got a few new abilities and tricks out of it. "You should try it, it actually works."
"Only because of our lives." Blossom rolled her eyes, "Where's Bubbles?"
"Busy making sure no one was hurt." The voice of their remaining sibling came from above as Bubbles flew down to land right next to her two sisters, her light blonde hair changed from her childhood signature hairstyle into a more mature-looking low pigtails. Sky blue eyes sent a glare at the black-haired puff, "Would it kill you to tone it down just a little?"
"Well, sorry…" Buttercup rolled her lime green eyes, sounding entirely unapologetic.
"Seriously, Buttercup!" Bubbles frowned, crossing her arms over her chest. "I lost count of how many people and animals I had to fly away to safety!"
"Then next time, you fight the giant robot and I'll stay home and watch the football game!" Buttercup scoffed, pointedly ignoring her blonde sister's pouting face.
Standing in between the two of them, Blossom merely sighed.
"Come on girls, let's get Mojo and be done with this." With that, the redhead walked over to where the upper half of the gigantic robot had crashed a short distance away, Bubbles and Buttercup following close behind her. The head of the giant robot was actually a large dome made out of thick opaque glass where the controls for the robot was located. The girls could clearly hear one of Mojo Jojo's infamous 'Curses!'-filled repetitive rants, even without using their super hearing, and all three sisters rolled their eyes.
"Just come out already, Mojo!" Blossom half-heartedly shouted to the dome, "It's over and you know it."
"That is what you erroneously believe, Powerpuff Girls! It is not over, as in finished, reached a resolution, came to a conclusion, brought to an end!" Mojo Jojo's response was slightly muffled from where he shouted from inside the dome. The monkey-like villain was still frantically and futilely messing with the controls, trying to get his robot (or at least the upper half of it) to work. "I, Mojo Jojo, still have more tricks up my metaphorical sleeve, that is to say that I, Mojo Jojo-"
"Should put a sock in it!" Buttercup growled, stomping over to the glass dome. "I'm gonna beat you up big time for making me miss my game, ya stupid monkey!"
"Ha! I, Mojo Jojo, would like to see you try, green Powerpuff!" Mojo cried from within the dome. "I, Mojo Jojo, have intelligently and ingeniously planned ahead in advance and made sure to thoroughly coat this protective glass dome, the only thing separating you three girls from me, Mojo Jojo, with Antidote X, thus making you, Powerpuff Girls, incapable of making physical contact with the surface of the glass dome and consequently completely and utterly impossible to be able to-"
Buttercup just smirked, raised the metal pole she was still carrying and promptly smashed a large hole onto the glass dome with the sharp pointed end, exposing the wide-eyed villain from within. The green puff tossed away the metal pole as Mojo Jojo stared with wide trembling eyes at the sight of a darkly smirking Buttercup, who was cracking her knuckles loudly.
Mojo Jojo audibly gulped.
"Meep…"
Bubbles lightly hummed as she and Blossom stood back and watched their black-haired sister violently beat up the monkey-like villain to within an inch of his life. "Buttercup really wanted to watch that football game today huh…" The blonde murmured while Blossom suppressed a small sigh, the sounds of bone-breaking punches and Mojo's loud cries clearly heard from the background.
"Well, it's her last day of freedom, as she puts it." The red-haired puff rolled her eyes, "We start our second year in high school tomorrow, remember?"
Bubbles brightened. "Oh, right! Time flies fast, doesn't it…"
Blossom's lips quirked up a little at her blonde sister's excitement before turning around to face her other sister. "Alright, that's enough, Buttercup." The redhead spoke authoritatively, having decided that poor Mojo had enough of a beating from the irate black-haired puff. "Throw him to jail and let's go home."
"Tch." Buttercup gave the severely beaten up Mojo Jojo one last glare before spinning and tossing him high into the air with her super strength, sending him soaring through the sky and heading straight towards Townsville jail.
At the time of his release, Mojo Jojo's face resembled a dying fish and he stood shocked and still as a rather comical statue, even as the stationed guards immediately straightened, alert, as the group of five entered the room and stopped in front of his jail cell.
The mayor of Townsville, flanked by his assistant, was enthusiastically babbling something about custody (of which he, Mojo Jojo, was the designated charge?) forms and a one-year 'reformation program' just for the said new guardians of his, who were carrying the aforementioned rather thick stack of official-looking papers.
"All that's missing is your signature!" The Mayor chirped even as Mojo Jojo's brilliant brilliant mind short-circuited and went '…What…?'
Five years… Mojo's mind subconsciously noted as it went through shock, then confusion, then disbelief, and finally delight. It has been five years since…
The monkey-like villain's wide black eyes were solely focused on the three familiar figures standing in front of him.
"My sons!"
The custodial forms were super strength-hurled to his face.
HIM, a powerful demon-like being with red skin and claws for hands, the one said to be 'so sinister, so evil, so scary, so horribly vile that his real name can never be said, lest fear be struck into the very hearts of men.' was admittedly jealous.
Worse, he was admittedly jealous of Mojo Jojo, of all beings to be jealous of. (HIM constantly makes an effort to not to let that cross his mind, lest he try clawing his face off again for having sunk so low…)
From a small viewing portal in his home, a rather palatial manor situated most probably somewhere within the deepest depths of hell or wherever, HIM idly watched the reason of his rather irksome jealousy with a small frown on his face.
He silently observed as the Rowdyruff Boys continue to ignore yet another long repetitive rant of anger and disbelief coming from Mojo Jojo, their creator and father (as much as everyone knew the three super-powered boys hated that fact). But not before giving the monkey a thorough beating for the trouble he caused them, HIM heavily suspected, judging from the three super-powered teens' irritated faces.
In Townsville Jail, pointedly ignored by everyone else inside the room, Mojo Jojo was quickly pacing back and forth inside his cell (whose door was opened by a guard minutes earlier) while continuously shouting off his over-complicated tirade. Brick, the Mayor and his assistant Miss Bellum stood in front of Mojo's cell, all three of them currently engaged in a serious discussion about the boys' agreement to the reformation program as one of the conditions to freely live in Townsville, and also about Mojo and the terms of the boys' custody over him (when it really should be the reverse…). Annoyance and plain irritation clearly showed in the Rowdyruff leader's usually cool face and Mojo's irritating voice, showing no signs at all of stopping anytime soon, wasn't helping one bit. Behind them, Butch was leaning against a wall with his arms crossed, waiting impatiently, fingers drumming on one arm. Boomer was casually standing beside his black-haired brother, humming lightly to himself as he mentally worked on one of his compositions.
HIM's frown deepened when Mojo finally noticed the boys' (and the Mayor and Miss Bellum's) nonexistent listening and started ranting anew, this time about how the trio were 'not acting like the obedient and respectful and evil sons that he, Mojo Jojo, had created and intended the three of them to be…'. All three boys merely rolled their eyes at that as Miss Bellum gave them the clear to leave. The Mayor stood there, smiling stupidly at them by his assistant's side, looking happy and excited at the prospects the recent developments could and will bring.
HIM promptly vanished the small viewing portal with a lazy wave of his red claw, slumping down onto his couch with a sigh and a pout.
He so wanted kids of his own.
Of course, he didn't just come up to this particular revelation just like that. HIM found himself involuntarily pricked with a tiny little pang of jealousy whenever he witnessed numerous times the severely dysfunctional yet irrefutably familial relationship between Mojo Jojo and the Rowdyruff Boys, much to the latter's annoyance and perpetual denial. And eventually, all these tiny little pangs of jealousy gathering within him built up into an overwhelming bitter envy.
However, unlike Mojo and his vile disrespecting overgrown brats that can never be controlled, not even by HIM himself (much to his reluctant admission), he much preferred girls.
Daughters.
Evil daughters.
HIM wanted his own darling little sweethearts, who are the very epitome of elegance and evil. And most importantly, respect.
Obedience.
The red demon-like being lost count of how many times he would find himself just imagining three teenage girls dutifully reporting to him on how they successfully terrorized Townsville yet again with an oh-so sweet smile on their beautiful faces. His brief feelings of pride would then quickly vanish with a sigh as he remembered that it was all only wishful thinking.
HIM laid down on his couch, allowing himself to be overcome for a quick moment with the idle thoughts of three beautiful, dark and dangerous young women, whose wannabe suitors he would make sure to thoroughly beat off with a large stick, perhaps a flaming metal one with sharp spikes all over it. After all, no one's evil enough for daddy's precious villainesses.
His half-lidded eyes, in the midst of lazily looking all around his living room, caught sight of the latest newspaper, slightly crumpled after earlier perusal. There, pictured in the front page, was the reason Mojo Jojo had been in jail, yet again, and had to be picked up there instead of discussing at the Mayor's office by his three extremely annoyed sons (talk about a role reversal…).
Elegant and evil, HIM suddenly thought, a dark smile slowly creeping upon his lips as he sat up.
Unlike Mojo Jojo's three sons, HIM wanted daughters. However, he did not want to bother himself with going through all that trouble of creating his own evil brats, which was a convoluted process as extremely difficult as it is delicate. Just one little wrong move and… well, there was a reason why he was still currently daughterless. That and he found it to be much more enjoyable and rewarding by becoming the father of the other three of the six super-powered beings in current existence. The female half, that is. He'd long given up on the custody battle of the male half, Mojo can have his three disrespectful failures for sons for all HIM cares. Not only would he get his three daughters, but he would also rid himself of his most hated three nemeses in the process. Two birds with one stone.
So yes, HIM would rather gain his three daughters of evil the fun way. And he knew exactly just where and how to get them.
The red demon-like being immediately began his planning, already designing in his mind the three soon-to-be additional bedrooms to his home. He would steal the Powerpuff Girls right from Professor Utonium's hands before the stupid excuse for a scientist could even notice it. HIM could wait. He could be patient when he needed to be.
In due time, only he and Mojo Jojo would have the title of being father to a super-powered sibling trio…
"Nothing makes us more vulnerable than loneliness, except greed."
- Thomas Harris
Miasma: A dangerous, foreboding, or deathlike influence; An atmosphere that obscures.
Author End Notes
I really hope to see some improvement in my writing. I write this as I go, meaning that I don't really know where I'm going with this…
Also, expect irregular and slow updates due to work and my busy schedule, so I apologize in advance.