Faustian Love song
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Author's note: Salutations to those who take a minute to read this fanfic. I know it's weird, the title that is the title to the story, for which you are about to read, but a title that it is fitting for the tale that I must tell. Sorry about that a bit of my inner Mojo Jojo leaking out, but this story started to rattle in my head about a strangely convincing and strangely appealing pairing in PPG, Mojo Jojo and Blossom Utonium. The result was this twisted tale of pure love and vitriol that I find myself writing.
Now I won't lie it's been a long time since I last watched the show almost a decade, but its weird how reading few fanfics can reignite a love for something. That out of the way I will let you all know this story is gonna be rated M from the start and it probably won't be everyone's cup of tea. But what can I say? I'm a dirty old man writing a f'ed up love story about a psychotic megalomaniac mutant super intelligent chimp and an equally intelligent if not equally egotistical and probably disturbed super powered girl. Yeah that sounds about right. But if you like it, even if you don't I'll take whatever you can throw at me. I'll be your fuel for the flames just remember please try to be constructive please.
As for the title it's a reference to Faust who sold his soul to Mephistopheles to bring back his lost love. A Faustian deal that brings with it nothing good, or will it?
I don't own the rights Powerpuff Girls for Cartoon network owns said rights along with their creator, which is also not I. Therefore please no sue me for I am broker than Mojo Jojo bones after Buttercup beats him senseless.
I write this while listening to Boom Boom Satelites (Shut up and Explode) which I also don't own the rights.
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The devil's game that we played
part 1: Let my love burn you to the core
A child's love is such pure thing that it is nearly malicious with how innocent it is. That was what started it all. This twisted, maddening love that threaten to devour me down to the marrow. Scratching my brain akin to being covered in countless insect. Threatening to turn into a malicious pitch that clings to my very soul known as hate.
A child in love, yes that was what I was and always would be if not for him, is irrational, for what is love if not irrational, jealous, possessive, pure unadulterated uglier than sin, yet beautiful and sadder than watching the sun sink below the horizon.
It was complicated more than the ruinous destruction wrought by this irrational chemical reaction.
That described me to a tee. For I was the heroine and he my opposite yet equal.
That described my love life if you wanted to call it that. For the man I loved, nay still and forevermore love, was both my estranged father and wayward older brother. Though not by blood.
Told you it was complicated. What girl falls for her own creator? I don't understand I don't feel like this for the professor and he is our father figure.
"Blossom it'll be alright he can't hurt you anymore," Professor Utonium voice cut into her thoughts his voice was gentle not chiding her for the mess she made of her,theirlife. In fact it sounded a bit sad as if he was holding back tears, but for whom sake was it for? "but I believe you may have been right there was some good in Mojo Jojo. We can at least honor his death and pray for his soul to find peace."
Yes that's why he was holding back the tears for. Her long scarlet color hair and the black cherry red dress that hugged her lithe frame stain deep crimson. Slick with so much blood that it look as if she bathed in it, yet none was hers. Maybe a bit from what she could taste in her mouth. Townsville look as if it was the sight of a kaiju smack down. Maybe that was an apt description but her mind felt really sluggish as if bound in a quagmire.
Even if he was a villainous, psychopathic, egotistical, selfish, fearsome, manipulative, charismatic, intelligent, more complex than words could describe person with as beautiful a mindas it was twisted. oops There I go again I should at least say something if not for the Professor then to assuage his worries. He did know him for longer than we did. There's no telling what sort of complex feelings he's carrying around.
"Why?"
"Huh?" Oh, that was probably not the right response I better elaborate. I didn't have to do this with Mojo Jojo, he really did get me even this twisted horrible person that he made me into, he really did understand me.
For the eighteen year old her mind slowly remembers what had happen only a few hours earlier. The death of a long time foe and her first and only love. The dam holding back her emotions slowly but assuredly springing leaks quicker than she could handle. Tears and vitriol leaking into her voice.
"Sorry professor I meant why did he decide to do what he did it was self destructive and foolish? Though he saved Townsville, what's not a burning smoldering pile of rubble that is. Though he saved my life, savedour lives what good did it do the people won't see it that way. To them it would be like, no it will be like a horrible cosmic joke. Just look at this we were saved by Mojo Jojo of all people! Why did that damn selfish bastard put me through with falling in love with him if he was just going to throw it all away?! No one will understand him like I did and I don't understand why he did it! Why, why, whywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhy, whyyyyyyyyyyyy!?"
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Professor Utonium just stays quiet it was best for his precious little girl let it out. He himself held complicated feelings about Jo_Mojo Jojo. It was hard not to see him as his attention seeking lab assistant chimp, Jojo before the accident that led to the creation of his, no their girls and Mojo as well. He was the one who shaped the girls to be what they were. Maybe for nefarious reasons, but he did teach them right from wrong. The mix ratio of the Professor's emotions were thirty percent sadness, twenty percent relief, ten percent elation, ten point one percent depression with the rest being such a complex mix that it would take week long dissertation to explain.
Strange as it was Blossom did seem to know Jojo better maybe cause of their shared creation, or intellectual needs. Whatever the case he felt sure he did understand why his wayward former assistant did what he did.
"Sweety there, there… I..." He pats her back gently rubbing her shoulders as the sounds of her frenetic sobbing slows down. Formulating how to gently explain what he was thinking. "I think I can at least understand why he sacrificed himself."
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"I think I can at least understand why he sacrificed himself." What are you talking about you never understood him like I did. If not for her hair covering her face like some Japanese ghost on a certain cursed video her father could see the baleful death glare she directed at him.
"You're not a parent yet, but there's nothing a parent will do to protect their family. True it's irrational and he may seem like a fool for it, but I would've done the same. Remember you said you understood Mojo better than anyone?"
"Yes." How long had she cried for her voice was hoarse, and emotional.
"Well it's only a hypothesis, but I think you reached his heart with that game you two been playing for the last five years. He did leave you with something to remind you with right, a part of him. Even if I don't agree with it you are keeping his child?"
"Yes the child is an innocent, and I'm curious what a child conceived from two people exposed chemical X will grow up to be like."
"Well it's hard seeing my little girl grow up so quickly, but remember children are not experiments. Their life enriching experiences. Take it from someone who learned the hard way."
"Oh Professor I'll always be your little girl even when I'm old and gray. I have a feeling I'll need you to be a doting grandfather cause you raised us up so well."
"Th-thanks l-l-look a-at me I_."
""Professor!""
"Girls, Buttercup, Bubbles I'm so glad that your alright. There's no broken bones, contusion, or serious boo boos."
"Professor."
"I know Buttercup I'm trying not too treat you like a child. You all have grown."
Her sisters were covered in scratches a bruise here and tear and some of their clothes were ripped. They hugged and talk rejoicing to see one another with the Professor. While Blossom rubbed her stomach gingerly and lovingly.
No one knew just how deep and pure her love was except her and her baby's father.
Eyes the color of rubies tinge with rose quartz pink stare with a look in her eyes like muddy stagnant water.
Fingers, yes finger no longer the fingerless balls she called hands, traced the slight baby bump as she fondly remember the last thing he said to her.
This game which we have played, which is game neither won has been a fun game. Foolish girl to think you could bend me, utterly foolish, worthless, but a fun challenge I shall take on again, for I am evil, I am Mojo Jojo foolish girl and don't forget it…... love it is nice been better if she told me earlier, but love it is nice.
A sweet giggle left her lips as she thought. Yes it was a fun game, and you should never had made me love you. For how ever nice love is it can be cruel as well.
"Your love has burn me to my core."
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Author's note 2.0 Part one ends of the prologue what did you think? Blossom being pregnant, a bit broken probably insane, Yuno G****i level. Mojo Jojo is dead, (don't worry I plan for him to go out like a Boss) but I thought this is suppose to be a Mojo Jojo and Blossom love story? Is what you're asking. It is but first let me say I'm setting this as an alternate PPG universe. And this is setting it up the premise of the story.
So far I plan to break the first chapter into parts l know I kept it mostly to the characters thoughts and mental standing. I'll get into details later. Which hopefully will be a week from now.
A lot of big words brain needs sugar, but I thought this would be how two of the smarter characters would think.
Well later.
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