The Powerpuff Girls hurried home, anxious about the arrival of this strange person. They all thought the same thing: Who is he? Is he lying to us? What did he mean he was like an experiment?

The arrived at the red front door of their suburban home. Bubbles turned the knob and pushed the door open. The trio floated inside, their hearts beating faster as five fifty was mere seconds away. In the living room, Professor Utonium greeted his daughters.

"Hey girls! So, what was that strange vortex about?" He seemed interested as he sat on the couch and patted a cushion to the right for the girls to sit on.

They all sat down next to their father, spines stiff as a board. To break the tension Blossom nervously asked, "Hey, uh, Professor? Um...was there ever an experiment before us?"

The scientist's heart stopped. He looked down onto the girls and said in a very urgent manner, "Girls, who told you that?"

Bubbles stuttered as the others looked up at their father with surprise. They've never seen the always calm Professor act like this.

"Come on! Spit it out!" He asked urgently.

Bubbles blurted out with, "This-kid-came-from-the-tornado-and-told-us-he-knew-you-and-his-name-was-Chester-Utonium!"

A poker face voided any emotions from the scientist. He stood up and walked across the room and he looked out the window. He took a deep breath and said, "Girls...I'm going to tell you something I should've a long time ago."

In unison they said, "What?"

"I was once your average family man. I was married. I had a kid. A wonderful young man by the name of Chester Henry Utonium."

Their jaws dropped and Bubbles inappropriately asked, "I don't believe it...we had a mommy and a brother? I've always wanted one! He would make me feel good about myself!"

Buttercup added with, "He could be somebody I could actually wrestle with!"

Blossom dismissed these accusations and said, "Nonsense, he was probably a genius that would spend his free time reading books. Not any of that barbaric stuff you like, Buttercup."

Professor turned and gave a sad smile. "Actually, he had a bit of all those things. He took karate, he was compassionate, and he always helped us in the lab, me and...Birtha."

Bubbles leaned over Buttercup, who was leaning over Blossom. "Your wife?" She asked with wonder.

Utonium gave a slight nod. "She was a beautiful woman. She had this long orange hair that was tied with a beautiful red bow, a gorgeous set of pink eyes- actually, she looked allot like you Blossom."

Blossom, instead of feeling flattered, took a sharp intake of breath. "That's what the weird kid said. He hatefully said I looked like 'her.'"

The Professor frowned and said dryly, "Yes, that's probably why. Birtha and Chester were always close. We all were. She gave him this black fedora and a walking cane with a gem on top for Christmas. He was so happy, he took those everywhere he went."

With caution so not to upset him, Bubbles asked, "What happened to him, Professor?"

The Professor took a deep breath, clearly not wanting to recall what happened. "Your mother and I were trying to make conduct an experiment that would change the century: Study the effects of Chemical Extrigenous. Or Chemical X for short." He took another deep, pained breath and continued. "We kept trying it on animals but no change occured. But Chester came down with his hat and cane and suggested that he should drink it. Birtha said that was crazy-"

Utonium sat back down on the couch next to his daughters, rubbing his eyes with a sleeve. "-and I said 'that's a great idea!' of course. You see, we never used it on a human, how bad could it be?"

The girls hung on every word.

"And so he drank it. His eyes turned yellow and purple and his hair was grey. He also got a more...animalistic behavior." The scientist choked on a sob. "He gained super powers. Dark and evil ones that absorbed everybody's hatred. He used you're mother's hatred of this experiment...and he ripped her in half!" The professor began sobbing, as well as Bubbles.

Blossom was stunned and Buttercup was speechless. The father figure continued, "He ignored me and he blasted through the roof. he then went on a killing spree, blowing up the jail house, an apartment building, everything that held hatred. Allot of people died at the hands of my...abomination! Not even the army could stop him. I eventually managed to coax my child. He fell into my arms crying at what he's done. I told him I still loved him..." Utonium fought back tears just long enough to finish. "And in a spur of the moment, I stabbed him with a switchblade in my pocket." The man broke down and he started crying.

Blossom and Bubbles rested their heads on his arm, crying with him. Buttercup wasn't even close, though she still felt a pang of remorse for this boy.

Utonium wiped his bloodshot eyes and the weeping duo ceased their tears as well. "I try to forget about it. The entire town was angry at me for my creation. Several years later...I was very lonely. With no family to look after, I wanted to start again. But I'm too old to be dating again. So I wanted to create the perfect little girl." He looked down at his girls, who looked up with angelic smiles.

"Though I never added the Chemical X intentionally, I just kept it for research purposes. Then Jojo pushed me, accidentally added the Chemical, and made you three wonderful girls. I was clearly frightened of you three at first." He recalled how he leaped back when Blossom simply said, "Hi!"

Bubbles giggled. "I thought you were afraid of us because we were living girls you just unintentionally created!"

Professor laughed at the memory, along with the girls. "No! I intended to make you three, I was just afraid of you being crazy and all."

The family was together. The scientist held his girls in a tender embrace, laughing warmly.

They were oblivious to the other presence in the room. He clutched his jet black cane in his left hand angrily, he bared his sharp fangs through a frown. His gem like eyes glared at the happy family and said in a sarcastic tone, "Very funny, dad."

The three stopped their joyful laughter and shot their eyes at the boy wearing a black button up shirt. Blackheart stared them down under the rim of his fedora.

Should I stop, or keep going? I need several responses to make sure people want me to continue!