I don't own the Powerpuff Girls. I wish I did . . .
Summary: After their creation, Professor Utonium decided he didn't want kids. Out in the street and on their own, what will they do when a helping hand leads them to darkness?
Chapter 00-Prologue
The wind in Townsville blew harshly as three girls huddled together in an alleyway between the pet shop and the grocery store. The pregnant clouds above head threatened to unload their heavy burden upon the three as the sun continued its descent in the far west. Soon, complete darkness enshrouded the town, and the girls began to shiver in fear. A can rattled in the wind from further down the alley and the blonde shrieked as she grabbed onto her sisters to cower.
"It's alright, Bubbles," the redhead told her younger sister. "It's only a rat. And Buttercup can take care of it, if you want it gone. . .Right Buttercup?" she asked her darker haired sister. The one in green nodded.
"Blossom's right, Bubbles. If you want, I can get rid of-"
"No!" Bubbles cut her off. "I mean, I don't want you to. Just, stay with me, please?" she asked, tears welling up in her eyes. The two girls nodded and huddled closer to their sobbing sister, their arms and hands covering the blonde's head and smoothing her hair. Headlights and the sudden rumble of an engine made the three cringe further into the garbage pile in an attempt to hide from anything that would want to hurt them. Instead of going on like many other cars in the past hour, the long, white limousine with rose tinted windows stopped at the entrance of the alleyway. A tall figure with what looked like horns growing out of the top of his head stepped out and started towards their hiding place. Blossom and Buttercup tried to quiet their sister, but by the time Bubbles went silent, the man was already standing in front of them. All three jumped when he spoke.
"What are you three doing here?" he asked as he crouched down to their level. Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup simultaneously cringed from him. The man frowned. "I won't hurt you," he whispered to the three. "In fact, I want to help you. Come live with me. I can offer you protection and warmth, and keep you safe from anything out here," he gestured with his arms, "that would want to harm you." He stretched his hand out to them. "What do you say . . . come home with me?"
Blossom narrowed her eyes at the man in front of them, wary of taking his offer. The one who had created them didn't want them, so why should this man? They were all alone. They were supposed to be alone. They were monsters. The man in white had told them so.
But this man in front of them, this abhorring creature before them . . . he had offered them a place to stay. A stable shelter with a roof over their heads!
"Okay," Blossom nodded, and she let go of her sisters to take his outstretched hand. Bubbles shyly approached him and took his other hand, while Buttercup hesitantly clutched his pant leg between her hands.
"Come on, girls. Let's go home," the man in the white suit stated. He turned back to his stretch limo with the three girls in tow, and once the door slammed shut behind them, the car continued to move. It took no time at all for the girls to fall asleep, convinced of Boogie's sincerity. They never saw his satisfied smile.
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