Summary: The Powerpuff Girls and Rowdyruff Boys are not any specific age whatever you want to imagine do so, also the story is a mix of ppgz and ppg imagine the scenes taking place in either show it doesn't really matter. The ingredients for the boys in this story are a mixture of the Powerpuff Girls Anime version and other ideas while the original ingredients are referenced in the story. Sorry in advance if I mention the blues too much because they are my favourite. The whole story is a mix of ppgz and ppg.

Each character poses a new power

Blossom – hyper blossom

Bubbles – rolling bubbles

Buttercup – powered buttercup

Brick – hard brick

Boomer – explosive boomer

Butch – strong butch

Disclaimer I don't own the ppg or rrb or ppgz or rrbz the original plot of the story is by JKSketchy but hasn't updated in around 3 years so I have decided to alter the story a bit and intend to finish. : 3

~ feels so good but hurts so bad ~

The pot burst open admiring fumes and tinting the air with a sickly smoggy smoke and toxic smell. The cauldron boiled as the ingredients were added one by one. First came a single pink blossom petal followed by one drop of the pink powerpuffs blood. Next was a bubble wich popped as it touched the mixture followed by a drop of the blue powerpuffs blood. Then a glowing buttercup was thrown into the concoction along with a drop of the green powerpuffs blood. Then another drop of blood was added this time the person who the DNA came from was not so nice.

The mixture was prepared last ingredient, three drops of Chemical X, was added to the solution, and three new beings sparked to life.

A thick cloud of red smoke aroused from the pot, flooding the floor and blocking the lights above. The gases stained the air and made both 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 scarlet t-shirt and a black belt with a red chip with an R on and was on his waist. He had jet black pants and shoes the only other colour being his white laces. On his head was a baseball cap that matched his shirt, which 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 coming down to the end of his back. The boy was standing feet shoulder width apart his arms crossed and eyebrows knitted together all you could make out through the fog was his glowing Crimson eyes.

He looked up from the dense smoke to see a short monkey standing in front of him. A white helmet with purple stripes and a metal band sat on 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 pointed teeth. The boy smirked and cockily stepped forward towards the creature and out of the smoke. He glared at the monkey.

"Ah, my child," the monkey sighed happily as he placed a hand on the boy's arm.

The boy frown stretched as he looked down at the monkey's glove. "Hands off!" he shouted as he swatted the paw away. "Who do you think you are anyway?"

But the primate merely smiled again with a chuckle and motioning back into the fog, "Ah, yes. Well perhaps you should go meet your brothers?"

"Brothers?" he turned to his right to see a dark figure making its way out new blue smoke. Once the smog started to clear he could see that it was another boy, much like himself. They wore similar outfits; identical except for this boy wore an azure blue t-shirt instead of a scarlet one and the chip in his belt was blue with an R. 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 were kind of pointed at the ends. The new boys' hip stuck at to the side slightly and he stood with an evil glare. After a moment, the boy dressed in blue looked to the side towards Brick with his bright cobalt eyes. Then he gazed back in front of them on the well-dressed primate.

He laughed instantly. "A monkey?" he managed to spit out.

"Why, yes, my children," the monkey smiled at them. "Hey, we ain't no babies," the blond yelled then instantly turned left.

There was another cloud of fog coming from the left this time green. Another boy emerged out of the gas with his right hand made into a fist with he pounded into his left palm. Again, his outfit matched the other boys' except for the colour, which was emerald green and the chip was green with an R. His black, spiky hair stuck out in multiple directions, but stayed clear of his eyes witch were shamrock green. He glared ahead at the primate.

"And we ain't related to no talkin' monkey," he growled eyes twitching. All three boys turned to glare at the monkey standing proudly in front of them.

He chuckled, "Well, children..."

"We ain't 'children'!" the green boy yelled. The redhead exchanged a glance with him and he fell silent. The boy in red nodded to the monkey. "You were saying 'Pops'?"

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?" He started babbling then the monkey started to pace, "And so I thought, and I thought, and I thought, and thought, and thought, and thought, and thought, and-"

"Would you just get to the point already!" the green yelled again.

"Yeah," the red one agreed, "And what's with all this junk about the 'Power girls or whatever'?"

The monkey continued to pace up and down the room as the boys watched him rant. "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 looked over to the one in green and said under his breath, "I think there's something wrong with this monkey."

He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, no kidding idiot," he groaned back.

Then the redhead 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 Hims blood, and the extra dose of Chemical X and judging from the results, I'd say it worked out much better."

The boys made no attempt to hide their revulsion, the blond boy almost gagging while the black haired one seemed to have a hard time getting his eye to stop twitching. 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, worse than dumb. It didn't even sound reasonable.

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 have got to be 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 ignored them and continued talking to the deranged monkey. "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.

The boy in red raised an eyebrow and folded his arms across his chest, "Sorry Pops, but the Rowdyruff Boys aren't about to go beat up a bunch of girls just 'cause some 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 crossed his arms.

The green boy punched the palm of his hand with his fist, "Butch."

"Well, why not?" he whined. "I made you! I'm your father! You should be listening to me!"

"What makes you think we would?" the boy dressed in red, Brick, challenged. He grabbed Mojo by his collar 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. Lots of it. It was like he was being electrocuted, sparks jumping through his veins and his heart as his limbs trembled. He dug his fingers into the floor, squeezing the tiles until they smashed. He could hear his brothers', but they sounds miles away.

"Hey! Lay off ya freak!"

He forced his eyes open to see Butch charging at Mojo, ready to ram him into the wall with his shamrock 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 brothers' anger 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 like 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 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. Even concede defeat to a freak like Mojo.

"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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