Dear Journal,

Where do I even begin? I think I should start off by telling you my name, and what I do for a living.

Hi, my name is Boomer Jojo and I'm a RowdyRuff Boy. I also have superpowers, and two brothers name Brick Jojo and Butch Jojo. I bet you know where this story is going, and that I will tell you about my parents right after, right?

Well...here's the thing; we, meaning my brothers and I, don't have parents. We were created, not born, unlike most kids, so we adopted one. His name is Mojo Jojo (hence the last the names), and well...he's not really a father.

Mojo Jojo is a monkey, and a bad one at that. He's what you call a villian, which means he's on the opposite side of good. There's a story about how he got like that, but that's for another time. Anyways, ever since we were born, my bros and I never had anyone to look up to, and were taught to fight for evil. Why? Well, here's where our counterparts, the Powerpuff Girls, come in.

These three little girls that their Professor, Professor Utonium, had created were the main reasons we were born. I guess, looking at it now, and even back then, it was a stupid reason to work for Mojo Jojo. Oh sure, at the time it WOULD make sense, as the girls have superpowers too, but we were boys; and at such a young age, we were rebellious. We didn't listen to our 'father' and even now, we still don't listen to anyone. We were different in our own ways, just like the girls.

Except...

We were more rougher, tougher, than the girls. They were weak, at least, that's what we'd thought, and couldn't beat us. Not some stupid girl; they were icky, and disgusting. We wouldn't allow a bunch of idiotic girls to destory us! Cause we were, you know, boys, and as the rule of nature, boys were mean and tougher than girls.

This is what we'd thought at the beginning.

Ever since our first defeat of the girls, when my brothers and I got kissed by our counterparts and blew up (yeah, I know, kinda silly and stupid reason for us to disappear, but we did), something about us was...off.

I guess I should start with the second time we fought the girls.

You see, after we were destoryed by that kiss, a month or so later, another villian decided to pick up what Mojo Jojo had left off. This guy's name was Him (don't ask, I don't know why either until I finally realize that Him was the Devil), who'd reborn us with the same task as Mojo Jojo; Destory the Powerpuffs.

At least Him was a little bit more helpful, he mixed some of his powers with our own to crush the girls, which worked, up until the girls embarrassed us by...well...there's really so many ways to answer this, so I'll just start by making a list of what the girls did.

Blossom (their leader, Brick's counterpart) pulled down Brick's pants (I'm still laughing my ass off from that), Buttercup (tomboy of the group, Butch's counterpart) pinched Butch's cheek and babyfied him, and Bubbles (girly-girl, my counterpart) had turned me into a girl by spraying make-up on my face and began rocking me in her arms like...a baby.

Ahem.

Anyways, after that battle, our powers (except the ones we were born with) had been taken away, but we were still living, so that was great news. Now here comes the weird part.

I didn't notice it right away, but when we did have powers (not saying that we don't, cause we do. I'm talking about Him's magic), we were different. So much more different than when we were younger. For example, Butch twitch every two seconds, and it's really annoying, because I know he can't help it. It's like...he's unstabled or something, you know? Like his DNA is going off the wall.

Then there's Brick, and his sadistic ways.

I know Brick likes causing trouble, we all do, but there's something different about him. There's a nasty spark in his eyes whenever he hurts me or Blossom, and, truth be told, I don't like it. For the first time in my life, I fear my oldest brother, because of that stupid spark, and, like Butch, there may a day where he'll snap, and cause some serious damage. I...hate this fear, but it's lingering in my heart. To know one day, one day, Brick will do something unforgivable, and somebody may pay the consequence. I can just hope that it won't be Blossom he takes it out on, because I know he likes her now.

As for me, I'm just a bit lower than both my brothers.

I'm the sensitive one in the group, the one who, rather you know it or not, gets hurt easily. I may be blond, and a boy, but that doesn't mean I don't have feelings (I'm writing this, aren't I?). It's just...my brothers don't believe me, and it's hard for me gain their trust now more than ever. It's like no matter what I do I will never be good enough to be seen as their equal, and treat me as if I'm the ground they walk on and spat at. It hurts to know that no matter what, my brothers will always tease me for the simpliest things, like asking a good question in the middle of battle (that has happened before).

I...I sometimes hate being me, because I know I'll never be good enough for them, my only family. I don't mind Jojo, though, as he was the only one who'd truly cared, but as far as I'm concern, my family, my brothers, actually, will think less of me because I'm not them. That I don't wish to fight girls anymore, because to me, it's pointless.

That's probably way I'm so miserable here; because I choose not to follow my brother's ways in the first place.

It's time for me to cook dinner again. I should probably go before Brick comes in here and starts yelling at me for being a minute late. I'll write more later. Bye Journal.

-Boomer