Chapter 10

Luckily enough for Bubbles--but to Mojo's annoyance--Him appeared just at the point where Bubbles was about to tell Mojo what the deal was between her and Him. Mojo had a feeling that Him had been watching the whole time and interrupted on purpose, but he chose to let it go. For now.

"I do hate to interrupt," Him said overdramatically, "but we have a few guests that are very insistent on seeing the both of you." He bowed and swung His arm out dramatically. "Ladies first..."

"Then lead the way," Mojo shot back, smirking. Him's brow twitched, as did the corners of His lips.

"...Fair enough," He replied walking out the door with a toss of His head. Bubbles giggled and followed after Him, and Mojo followed Bubbles into the labyrinth that was Him's dimension. They passed several floating doors that had gut-wrenching sounds coming from them and staircases that seemed to not even go anywhere, but Him just merrily skipped through all of it. Yes. You heard that right. Skipped. Bubbles merely followed, not at all bothered by the insane mind-fuck of a universal hole, so he tried not to mind it either. It was kind of hard, considering nearly every step he took he thought he would fall right into the endless abyss.

"...Why cant you just teleport us there?" Mojo finally asked after what seemed like an hour of walking. Him turned around, blinking innocently.

"...I like walking," He replied. Mojo gave him a look that implied a facepalm. Bubbles giggled again and stepped up to Him, then hugged His arm cutely.

"Come on, Him!" she said sweetly. "This way is a little boring..." She fluttered her eyelashes and Him's complexion deepened again as He raised a claw to scratch the back of His head.

"...Yesss...." He drew out, an odd smile on His face, "...I suppose it is...." Before Mojo could contemplate having another aneurysm, Him teleported them to the God-awful living room, where Mojo became too distracted to have that mental meltdown by who was already there.

"Holy shit, Boomer was actually right!" Brick shouted, pointing at Mojo. "Mojo isnt a monkey anymore!"

"Brick?" Mojo said, surprised. "...Boomer? Butch? What are you three doing here?" He blinked when Bubbles let out a gush of joy and flounced over to hug them. "....Um...." He heard a sigh and felt Him put a supportive claw on his shoulder.

"They've watched her for the longest time," Him said. "A year ago, after that...how did they put it...'kick-ass' display she showed toward her sisters, they decided to make her an honorary member of the Rowdyruffs..." He wiped a tear from His eye. "It's so nice to see the children getting along, isnt it, Mojo?"

Mojo only muttered a reply along the lines of 'what the fuck'. "...What did Brick mean by 'Boomer was right'?" he asked. Him grinned.

"Boomer was the only one present at your little spat between you and the Girls," He replied. "He saw how you had changed and told his brothers." Him snorted. "Naturally, they didnt believe him....not that I can blame them." Sigh. "...Boomer isnt the sharpest knife in the cutlery set...pity..." Mojo gave Him a weird look. "...Ah...anyway....when she finally got her soul back, they started hanging out....helped her get back into shape with little battles and sparring matches...you know, the sort of things kids do these days..."

Mojo tuned out the rest of Him's drivel and looked on at Bubbles getting along with the Rowdyruffs--his other children. At least, the children he acknowledged he had. He hadnt seen them for quite some time--about two years ago, actually--and found himself actually happy to see them. Bubbles currently had Brick in a headlock and Butch was laughing his ass off as Boomer jumped around like an ADD crackbaby on caffeine pills and cheered Bubbles on. Brick was flailing his arms, only concerned that Bubbles not singe his hair with her 'blue shit'.

She finally let him go, and Mojo was amused to see that Brick was combing his fingers through his hair like it was too precious to loose even a strand, then straighten his hat. It was almost painful to see the similarities between him and Blossom, but he had to admit that it was humorous to see Brick so narcissistic about his hair. It was Boomer who ran over to Mojo and pointed needlessly at him.

"See? I told you! Told you Mojo wasnt no monkey no more!"

Making a mental note to give Boomer grammar lessons, Mojo stood in place blinking as the other Rowdyruffs came over to observe him, pointing at his obvious differences. Finally, all three of them asked, "How the hell did you do it?" Mojo opened his mouth to speak when Him shoved him onto the couch.

"Yes, yes, tell them all about it!" Him said a little impatiently. "I'll be back with something for us to eat! Bubbles, Sweet, care to help me?" Mojo didnt miss the lovey-dovey tone, nor the extra sparkle in Him's eyes when Bubbles nodded with a smile and walked with Him into--he assumed--the kitchen. With them gone for the moment and the Rowdyruffs asking him all sorts of questions, Mojo sighed.

"...Well, it began with an explosion in my lab..."

Buttercup was all worked up and pacing about the living room. Blossom had since woken up and had joined her sister and the Professor and they were trying to make sense over what was happening.

"...All we really know for sure," Blossom had concluded, "is that we accidentally..." she choked on the word, "...destroyed Bubbles...and then Mojo shows up all evolved and with more dangerous powers, fire and brimstone about how we 'killed his daughter', and he was going to kill us when Bubbles stopped him. And then, we see Him with her." She nibbled on her fingernails, a nervous habit. "...It's only safe to presume that Him brought Bubbles back...like He had brought the Rowdyruff Boys back..."

"...Does that mean that Bubbles is evil now?" Buttercup asked, still pacing. Her pacing didnt go unnoticed by the Professor, who had seen Mojo do that exact thing when he was a prisoner in Mojo's lab. He had long since accepted that Mojo was--to a degree--their biological father, but was now really seeing it in his daughters.

"If Bubbles was evil," he cut in, "then why would she bother to stop Mojo from killing you two?" Blossom shrugged. Buttercup stopped pacing.

"...So she can kill us herself," she muttered darkly. Blossom shot up from her seat.

"Buttercup, dont say that!" she cried. "I saw Bubbles too, you know! She didnt look evil! She didnt...she didnt feel evil! I could see it in her eyes, Buttercup..." She walked over to hug her sister. "...She was going to forgive you. I just knew it..."

"But it doesnt make any sense!" Buttercup cried, putting a hand to her head. "Why would Him be there? Why would He have resurrected her if He wasnt going to make her evil? Something doesnt add up!" The Professor nodded assent.

"I agree," he remarked. "There's a reason why Him brought Bubbles back...not just to the living world, but also back here to stop Mojo from killing you two. Why?"

None of them knew.

But YOU all know...right?