Me: Boomer's Past let's see what is in store for Boomer.
"Ahh," Boomer screamed as the ground approached faster his powers were gone. "Oomph" thankfully the snow broke his fall. He stood up and felt his hair it wasn't wet then he looked down he didn't make a Boomer impression like he usually did there wasn't a dent in the snow. He scrambled up and reached to grab a pole to steady himself. "What the truck?" Boomer yelled as his hand went through the pole. "Silly Boomer," Boomer swung around and glared at Bubbles. "No one can see or hear you but me. We are in your memories." Boomer swung around it was main street the dent from his fight with Bubbles was their but the laundry mat that got demolished after Butch/Buttercup kept slamming each other into was still standing. "When are we?" Boomer said choosing his words carefully. "Where at your very first Christmas." Boomer looked around and noticed a small boy in a blue jumper with a scarf tied around his head. "That's me," Boomer said recognizing himself instantaneously. Bubbles nodded, "this was when you first learned about the season back when you still lived with Mojo Jojo."Boomer watched mini Boomer trudged through the snow muttering curses. "Brick and Butch made me go out and get more food. I couldn't find one open store. Never did actually." Boomer said chuckling, "do you remember what happened next." Bubbles asked. "Yeah," Boomer said watching the scene play out.
Boomer was cold and tired he just wanted to go home even though it wasn't warm their either (Mojo refused to pay the heating bill) at least at night he could curl up against his brothers and feel safe and not get picked on for being a pansy. Boomer loved his brothers he truly did, but at times like this he felt like they knew that he was holding them back, that without him they could conquer their goal of destroying the Powerpuffs once and for all. He never spoke of this because he didn't know what he would do without them his brothers were his strongest tie to the real world without them he had nothing and no one. Just like he never spoke of what they would do if they actually destroyed the Powerpuffs. Boomer frowned as he heard jingle bells. "Bubbles?" Bubbles Utonium was the blue powerpuff and due to her girliness most people thought she was weak although she wasn't Boomer saw it firsthand. "Hi Boomer, what are you doing out here on Christmas?" Bubbles said shuffling snow around with her foot. "Christmas what's that?" Boomer said cocking his head. "You know Christmas peace on earth, good will to your fellow men." Boomer just look more puzzled. "We give gifts to one another for instance I have a gift for you." Boomer looked at the gift then at Bubbles "but i'm always trying to destroy you." "Christmas is for forgiving others." Bubbles said flying away." Boomer started unwrapping the paper and pulled out a blue blanket he smiled and flew back home.
"I still use that blanket today but what does this have to do with my hatred of Christmas, Bubbles?" Boomer did a 360 Bubbles was no longer there. "Pickle, pickle, pickle," Boomer heard coming from the alley. "Wow" the alley was filled with food Christmas pudding, turkeys, pies, cakes, mashed potatoes and fruitcake piled high and the center was the Mayor eating a pickle of course. "Mayor?" "It's my turn already I need a new watch and i'm the ghost of Christmas present." Boomer nodded this was one spirit not to mess with." "Well are you going to stand there gapping let's go." The spirit said grabbing Boomer. Woosh...
Oomph. Yeah could the spirits work on their landing? Boomer stood up and realized were he stood. "Hey this is the Powerpuffs house." The spirit of Christmas present nodded toward the window Boomer looked in. The girls stood in the living room with their father who held a stopwatch? "Go girls" boomer watched as the girls used their superpowers to do their Christmas tasks Buttercup decorated the outside of the house while Blossom decorated the inside and Bubbles baked Christmas cookies. Bubbles was the first one finished and got to put the star on top of the tree. "Wait" Blossom said rushing upstairs and back to the entry way tying a piece of red and green garland. "There mistletoe now it's perfect for tomorrow." Blossom said stepping back. "Yeah Bubbles think you'll trap you know who under the mistletoe." Buttercup said elbowing her sister and winking. Their father cleared his throat diverting attention back to him. The girls circled their father as the Professor connected two cords to light the tree the lights went on then flickered off. "I don't get it I can make little girls out of almost anything but I can't get these Christmas lights working every year." Boomer frowned "what's mistletoe?" Boomer suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder and turned around "who are you?" Boomer said to the cloaked figure. The cloaked figure grabbed his hand and started flying.
Boomer frowned when they landed at Fuzzy's shack the difference from the present days shack was it looked more rundown. "You're the spirit of Christmas future?" Boomer said to the cloaked figure the figure nodded and pointed to the cabin. Boomer walked over and looked in the dirty window the furniture was broken apart and a lone figure sat next to a dying fire. Boomer squinted trying to tell who it was. "Uncle Butch," Boomer's eyes grew big as a little boy with red hair and eyes floated down through the wholes. "Uncle Butch" The little boy tried again. "What Blade?" Said Butch. Blade sighed, "Uncle Butch me, daddy, my new Mommy and Blake would like it if you come over for Christmas dinner." "Well when you put it that way No I hate Christmas." Boomer gasped it was one thing to say it to himself another to someone else. Blade nodded and flew away. Boomer turned around. "Spirit were am I?" The cloaked swirled his cloak around and they were at a grave yard Boomer looked at the closet gravestone. It said: Here lies Boomer a Rowdyruff through and through who never celebrated Christmas. Loved by his brothers. Will miss you idiot. Boomer felt tears down his face as he traced the word brothers. "I have no one else." Suddenly Boomer felt himself pushed into the grave. "Hey what do you think you're doing?" Boomer said then putting his hands in front of himself when he met an invisible force field he was stuck. Boomer watched as in horror as the figure started shovelling dirt on him burring him alive. The hood fell down revealing Mojo Jojo. Boomer screamed a soundless scream.
Me: Okay i'm going to do a book of the trilogy each year please PM me about your favourite Christmas stories and I might incorporate them.