Disclaimer: I do not own The Powerpuff Girls, for that right belongs to Craig McCraken. Also, this is a story for me to pass the time, as well as a current fixation. I only own two OCs in this work, and believe it or not, they will not be appearing as often until near the end of this story. For now, the chosen rating is T, mainly for Mild Language, Violence, Suggestive Themes, Alcohol Reference, and some Blood. I am going to avoid bumping up the rating, so at least that's a list of what to expect. Enjoy and of course, reviews and constructive criticism are welcomed! Any flames and I'll automatically assume that you're an uncultured swine who doesn't know the meaning of the term 'FanFiction'. On with the show!
The City of Townsville. A city that had been under constant chaos and discord for so long. But thanks to the fateful events that had transpired by Professor Utonium, with the creation of sugar, spice, and everything nice, along with accidentally added concoction of Chemical-X, the Powerpuff Girls had been born and were always there to save the day.
Today, however, was a day that no one would see coming and it would also be a day that no one in the history of Townsville will ever forget.
It all started in the early morning at the Utonium household. The Powerpuff Girls were waking to the beautiful rays of sunlight pouring through the three circular windows of their bedroom.
Bubbles was the first to wake, her bright baby blues blinking away the sand and welcoming the warmth of the golden rising sun. She yawned the remaining sleep off, smiling at what the day had in store for them.
There was a lot that the girls had in store to do for the day. First, they plan to go to school, and since it was a half-day, they would get out early to reach a sale they had near the mall. The Professor promised to take them there to buy some cute dresses for a special Gala that the Mayor of Townsville had cordially invited them to at the end of the week. Despite that they were little girls, they wanted to look presentable and nice enough to attend.
Bubbles knew exactly what dress to get and it was perfect. Her sisters also saw the dresses they wanted and were just as excited.
What's even more exciting was that they volunteered for a musical performance at the gala in honor of the city they love and serve to protect.
"Girls! Wake up! Today's the day! We get to go to the mall today after school and get our things for the Gala!" The blue puff squealed happily.
After a couple moments of letting that news settle over their heads, Buttercup and Blossom shot up from their resting positions with excitement anew.
"Oh my gosh! You're right, Bubbles! We got to hurry!" Blossom zipped out of bed quicker than the eye could blink.
"Yeah! The sooner we finish this half-day at school, the sooner we can get to the mall before noon!" Buttercup added, a determined smirk playing along her face as she followed her pink sister.
Bubbles tailed after the two towards the closet and got her usual outfit, which was the cute blue dress with black stripe across the abdominal region, her white stockings and black mary-janes. Her sisters put on their matching outfits in their own colors as well.
Buttercup took a moment to look over their outfits. It's not that she minded them, but she did have the occurring thought lately to have them dressed up in something other than their constant matching outfits. Ever since that one time in the bus ride to school when they temporarily moved to Citysville, the idea of having matching dresses bothered her slightly. Even if they were in their own colors of green, pink, and blue.
"Hey, do you girls ever think about having a change in our outfit style?" She casually asked her sisters.
Bubbles and Blossom were taken aback with her sudden comment. Blossom was the first to question. "Huh? What's with the sudden question, Buttercup?"
Bubbles piped up, her curiosity piquing by what her tough sister said. "Yeah. I think our dresses are cute. But… I guess we will someday need a makeover on them…" Her thoughts trailed away as Buttercup shook the notion off. "Forget it. Don't worry about it, Bubbles. Let's go and eat so we won't be late!"
Before the pink leader could question her tomboy of a sister further about what she meant, the green fighter was gone downstairs in a flash. She then looked over at Bubbles, who seemed lost in thought while admiring her dress. Blossom placed a hand on her shoulder and smiled. "I think our dresses are fine for a while longer, Bubbles. Now come on. Let's go eat!"
The blue puff lighted up with a smile and the two made a mad dash down the stairs and into the kitchen, where Buttercup was helping the Professor serve orange juice in glasses for them to drink while he was finishing with serving hot pancakes glazed with maple syrup.
The Professor greeted his other two daughters with a smile. "Well, good morning girls! I just finished making us some nice hot pancakes, and Buttercup just made it to help me with the OJ. Would you two be so kind to get the table set up?"
Bubbles chirped happily. "Sure thing, Professor!" She zipped to the cabinet and got the plates from the middle shelf. Blossom went ahead and got the napkins and silverware already laid out on the table for the four of them.
Once everything was in place, The Professor and Buttercup brought over the served glasses of juice and fresh hotcakes. After saying grace, they began to eat.
The Professor knew the girls were excited about today, seeing as they had a busy day ahead of them. But it was all for a great cause, at least.
Halfway through his breakfast, he noticed Buttercup unusually quiet, poking a half-eaten pancake with her fork. "Buttercup, sweetie? Is there something wrong?"
The green puff snapped her eyes up to him in full alert before chewing the inside of her cheek in thought. "Well, no. Not really. I mean, Professor… When we go get our dresses, can we get ones that are different from each other?"
Professor Utonium raised a brow at this notion. "Well, of course. I don't expect you girls to get the same exact design like your usual everyday wear. Is that what's bothering you?"
Buttercup bit her bottom lip. That confirmed it for the Professor. He sighed and gave a small shake of his head with a smile. "Buttercup, I don't think there's anything wrong with wanting to look a little different every now and then. And it's not like I expect you girls to keep in uniform all your lives either. Your personalities and tastes are different from one another, that's true. So is every other person. But that isn't something you should worry about, now."
Blossom was curious now. "What do you mean, Professor?"
Their father wiped his mouth with his napkin before answering her, already having finished his food. "You see, Blossom. Everyone changes as they grow older. You girls will eventually grow to like different things more and more and it's not just food or colors or ideas. You'll start liking different fashion, as girls should when they're older. As well as… good Lord, boys… But that's not important right now. You girls are fine as you are and as long as you girls keep together, no matter how much you will change and grow individually, that is what will truly matter."
Bubbles sniffed a little at that, feeling somewhat sentimental about it. The Professor chuckled. "Now enough of that. You girls have years more to go before I really need to start worrying about you. Just promise me that you won't overthink about that and that no matter what, that you girls will always have each other's backs."
He got up and picked up their empty plates, followed by stacking up their empty glasses that once contained fruitful orange juice.
"Now you girls need to get yourselves going to school! I'll be sure to pick you up before noon so we can go to the mall and buy your dresses."
Nodding the girls all zipped up to their father and kissed him good-bye, before flying out of the household.
Bubbles smiled brightly at Buttercup. "So does that answer your concern, Buttercup?" Blossom nodded in agreement. "It's like the Professor said. Change is natural, but only when the time is right. And right now, we got plenty of time until we start changing." Buttercup smiled wryly at her sisters. "Yeah, I guess you're right…" How silly could she be? Worrying all for nothing. The green sister chuckled to herself in amusement as they made their way to the school.
Once they arrived to Pokey Oaks, they were blissfully unaware of what was happening just then.
Somewhere, in a realm of pure darkness and malevolence, one that not even the prince of darkness himself was made aware of, lay a being of utmost sinister intention and cruelty.
Within that darkness, a cruel entity sat calmly upon a large throne. His claws clicking as they drummed idly on one of the armrests of the large seat, his haunting eyes looking over a screen filled with coordinates and formulas written in a completely alien language. His cool, empty voice echoed throughout the large room he was in. "Is it ready yet?"
A minion, presumably some sort of imp-like creature, nodded and croaked with a raspy voice. "Yes, milord. The experiment is set. All we need now is a location and a target."
The dark figure stopped drumming his long sharp claws. "Good. Then set it to someplace simple. Somewhere that doesn't spell the obvious."
The imp hissed. "Somewhere… simple? Perhaps with more innocence?"
A flash from a pair of bright venom yellow eyes indicated confirmation. The imp nodded and upon the ghastly screen before them, showed the image of a school. Pokey Oaks Kindergarden, to be more precise.
The malevolent being hummed in amusement. "Pokey Oaks, hmm? Sounds perfect. The light and illuminating innocence of little children will be shattered and all that will remain will be nothing but a torrential downpour of chaos and blood."
A grin cracked wide open from the form's countenance, sharp fangs protruding with a vicious snarl.
"Proceed. Release the beast."
With a wave of his clawed hand, a loud rumble sounded off in the distance. The area shook with a violent quake, then everything stilled.
Followed by a loud, screeching sound that could wake even the dead.
The shadowed figure reclined on his throne, a cruel chuckle escaping his lips. "And of course, it is stable, is it not? I do not want it to go to waste like the last one."
The imp nodded, shaking with fear. "Y-yes, milord. The creature's chemical composition shouldn't be jeopardized. The only way anything like that could happen is if it was encountered by a strong, inhuman force. But none of those exist in this world… other than you."
The man sat there pensively, before starting to drum his claws once more on his armrest. "Excellent. Then we have nothing to worry about. My plan will go accordingly, and I shall take over this world… as I should have eons ago."
Meanwhile in another domain far from this one, where light and purity shone brightly like no other, stood a petite and eloquent figure. Bright lavender eyes scanned over what was to be unraveled and a worrisome frown swept across the delicate features of the pure stranger. "It's too soon for this… He's already marked his path of destruction."
The gentle feminine voice then gasped as she took note of the chosen location of the intended attack. "Such innocent lives! They'll be slaughtered like livestock if I don't do something! Wait…"
Lavender eyes rested once more, honing in at not one, but three particularly smaller bodies that wield fantastic and pure power. Almost as pure as her very own. There's a chance that it could be strong enough…
Suddenly, the bright and wholesome femme conjured an idea. However, it was a very risky one to begin with.
If her plan was to work, she would have to work quickly once the first attempted onslaught starts. There are high possibilities for casualties, but it would leave an open window for hope for this world.
She has decided. There was no other alternative, especially if there was a chance to stop a calamity from executing successfully.
Now all is left is to let the beast loose upon the unsuspecting souls… and let those three unearthly beings trigger the fate that awaits them.