Opening Files: Professor Utonium's Log
I have finally done it.
I've discovered the perfect method for creating the perfect little girl.
For a long time now I have been part of a project to create a perfectly synthetic being capable of generating its own Aura and I've finally discovered a way. After years of researching the history of Aura, studying back to the time of the Emperor who started the first generation of Huntsmen and even into the history of America's strongest Hunter Major Glory I made a remarkable discovery in the form of a very rare Dust.
I have no name other than the color of it: Black Dust.
During my studies I came upon this rare Dust in an area outside of Townsville that was frequently populated by Grimm. The Dust was found in a cave I took shelter in and to my surprise it is unlike anything I have ever seen. As I neared it I learned the hard way that it absorbed all forms of energy near, even my own equipment and I felt myself weakened by it. Several weeks later I returned with the best I equipment I deemed necessary for transporting it back to my laboratory basement and spent nearly a year studying it.
This Black Dust shard contained a great deal of energy that I suspect had been gained by absorbing large amounts of energy, most likely the Aura of Huntsmen that had been called to battle Grimm in that area. The energy is then stored inside the shard and my calculations suggest that there is possible a limit to how much energy the shard can before finally dispersing itself.
In layman's terms that would mean it will eventually explode.
It is very difficult to come near the shard since it even absorbs the electricity from my equipment so I placed it in a special container before deciding what to do. If utilized properly this single shard could herald a whole new world of discovery. That's when I decided to see if it could be properly converted to share its stored energy rather than take. Using special protection I broke the shard down into pieces, believing the smaller pieces would be easier to study with less of a chance of all the energy in my lab being drained.
However instead of remaining as a dozen tiny pieces the broken remains of the shards melted, forming into a black chemical I had thought to be the Dark Substance that the Grimm are made from. However attempts to study the Grimm captivity have almost always failed since for some reason captured Grimm usually die very quickly, almost is if they are programmed like machines to commit suicide upon being captured. Further testing showed the energy was still there, only now in chemical form. I had never thought Dust could be capable of existing in liquid form.
I dubbed this liquid Chemical X for its dangerous unpredictability towards life forms.
I realized that much more research would be needed but for now I had put that project aside as I set out to create one of the first beings who could generate Aura with a synthetic soul. I had gathered all the ingredients in the lab and just as I placed them all together my former assistant, Jojo had pushed me, causing me to shatter one of the few containers of Chemical X into the ingredients I had gathered and resulted in an explosion.
When I awoke I saw the results of the experiment I originally thought had failed but in reality I couldn't have been more wrong.
Three girls, standing before me and all three of them not only alive but healthy, sentient and possessing amazing powers I can only surmise came from the Chemical X formed from the Black Dust. They looked like triplets but possessed different colored eyes, hair and even different personalities.
Blossom, the red haired one with pink eyes is clearly the intellectual one of the group with a fondness for readying, studying and knowledge with leadership skills.
Bubbles, the blond haired one with blue eyes is the sweet one with the love and kindness one would see in any innocent child her age.
And finally Buttercup, the blacked haired one with green eyes is the most feisty and hard headed of the three. She is clearly the definition of the word 'tomboy' not into studying or childish games. She enjoys action, charging head on into fights with a temper to match her ferocity.
Together all three of them represent the perfect little girl I had been hoping to create. Intelligence and well-mannered, soft and bubbly, and bravery in the form of a short temper and ready to fight. They have taken Townsville by storm, using their powers against the many criminals and even against the Grimm. Still, I have enrolled them in school since like all children they need the benefits of a proper education. I fear though, that their powers could be a curse as well as a blessing.
I have received multiple contacts, all of them asking for ways to duplicate the powers of the girls no matter how many times I have told them that the only source was lost. There has not been a sighting of any Black Dust since the one I had found. A few of them tried to argue the case that since the girls were not made naturally they shouldn't have the rights as 'ordinary' people. The science community has not been much help to me either since they want to study the girls and their powers.
If not for the girls having powers greater than the average Huntsman I would have moved us anywhere else, even if it meant going to places like Citiesville, Townsville's sister city which fostered an even greater toxic environment, Farmville which would not be a bad place or perhaps move to America and set up residents in GrimmFall where at least the people there are decent. So far I have held them off on the legal grounds that as the girls' guardian I have the right to refuse any 'offers' from whatever military or science branch in America. However the girls are attracting attention and I am running out of options.
They are too young to be doing the kind of fighting reserved for Huntsmen but they are not only powerful they are brave and kind. They would risk themselves for anyone in Townsville and I couldn't find it in me to ask them to turn away from all that. I can only turn away the messages, continue working in my lab and be there for my girls.
My sweet Powerpuff Girls.
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Xxx
"Children are the future. That's perhaps one of the few truths we know to be absolute. Children grow, learn and eventually make families for themselves, passing on what they learn to the next generation. It's important for parents to teach their children so they can answer the greatest question: Who am I?" TOM lectured as he closed the file. "Who are we? Masses of meat and bones, wires and metal, ones and zeroes or is there something beyond all that? Something that makes us truly special, something that can help us become something more and something we either have to prove we have to everyone or to prove to ourselves. So, do you believe there is nothing more and if you say no then what you think is out there waiting for us?"
Xxx
"The City of Townsville, located in Pokey Oaks County and part of the land known as Little Tokyo. Located nearly seven hundred kilometers southeast of Japan the large island was theorized to be formed by an usual amount of earth dust that created the land mass around a dormant volcano that resides in Townsville Park and-"
"Ugh! Can you skip to the end?" An impatient voice cut her off.
A pair of pink eyes looked up, showing irritation as they glared at the source of the interruption. "Buttercup! You promised to hear me out without interrupting!"
Blossom, the 'smart one' and self-proclaimed leader of the Powerpuff Girls scowled at having been interrupted while reading the history report she had worked so hard on the previous night and just wanted an opinion before she and her sisters headed off for school. They had all washed, eaten and brushed their teeth. Each of them were wearing the Townsville Elementary uniform consisting of a white blouse under what was normally a blue shirt with a red bow tie and a blue skirt but Blossom and Buttercup's were customized to their personal color. Though not Huntresses the girls had gained a fearsome reputation as the protectors of Townsville but still had the responsibility of going to school and making sure to return home when it was their bedtime.
Her sister groaned as she slid down the couch. "You said it wouldn't be long."
"I didn't even finish the second sentence!"
"You were only on the second sentence?" Buttercup groaned even louder. "Why are you even doing this report? It's not like no one here doesn't know the history of our home."
"It's important we show that we know our history. We just got accepted into Townsville Elementary and I plan on passing each class with top grades. That way I can get a scholarship and get accepted into any university or college like Oxford." Blossom put her paper down and looked at her other sister. "Bubbles, what did you think so far?"
Her third sister, Bubbles had been playing with her favorite doll Octi and didn't appear to have been paying attention. "Oh…It was great! I loved all the good parts."
Blossom sighed, putting her paper down. "Forget it."
"Why do you want to spend your life stuffing your head in books? We could be traveling the world like real huntresses and fighting monsters, Grimm and bad guys." Buttercup climbed back onto the couch. "We're pretty much doing that for our home town anyways."
Unlike her sister Buttercup saw no reason to bother with education and looking for any kind of job when the best thing she did was fighting and beating up bad guys. She had watched all sorts of shows on TV about the most famous Huntsmen in the world like Major Glory the Hero of America, Valhallen the Viking God of Rock who helped(not saved) them defeat the Gangreen-Gang just as they started fighting crime, the Infraggable Krunk, Scotty Blake of Clan Blake from Scotland, the SWAT Kats of GrimmFall and there were so many other famous Hunters that she couldn't even hope to remember but knew they were all out there. She dreamed of becoming as famous as all of them and being seen as one of, if not the strongest fighter in the entire world.
"I don't want to spend the rest of my life fighting, Buttercup. There's more to life than that." Blossom reasoned.
"There is?"
Blossom shook her head. "Yes. We may protect our home but that doesn't mean we should simply go and become Huntresses and spend the rest of our lives fighting."
"It's what I plan on doing." Buttercup shrugged. "We've been fighting monsters and bad guys since like…The way we were born. Don't see a reason to stop now. I'd love to fly over to GrimmFall and see what kind of monsters they got over there."
"Well I want to become a scientist and make a breakthrough discovery one day. Maybe I'll be noticed by the best science companies out there." Blossom marveled at the many potential companies she could join. "Think of it, girls. I could join companies like DexLabs or the Mega-Tech Corporation."
"Borrriiiing…" Buttercup scoffed, leaning back on the couch.
"I want to be dancer and maybe even a singer." Bubbles added just for the sake of adding her own two cents into the conversation.
"Why…Would you want to be a dancer?" Buttercup asked slowly.
Bubbles shrugged. "I like dancing and all the outfits I could have."
Bubbles didn't exactly see the need for all the trouble of trying to decide what to do when they were all grownup. She just wanted to enjoy life and have fun with her friends and family. Sure, she mentioned wanting to be a dancer but she had plenty of time to worry about and she already loved dancing; taking the chance to do so anytime she had a chance. Bubbles lived up to being the joy and laughter of the Powerpuff Girls, living life carefree.
Buttercup shrugged. "How am I related to you two?"
"Super powers, faces looking exactly the same except for hair and eye color and-" Bubbles listed.
"I get it!" Buttercup slid off the couch again. "Isn't there some sort of emergence right now?"
"Actually, yes there is."
The girls all perked up as their father stepped into the room, holding up a newspaper. "You three are in danger of being late for school."
"Late?!" Blossom's went wide and she hastily gathered her papers. "I can't be late! We got to go, girls!"
Buttercup sighed as she stood up. "Well, I asked for an emergency and I'll take it."
"Be sure to take your education seriously as well, Buttercup." Professor Utonium said as he poured himself a cup of coffee. "Regardless of what future you choose it's always important to have a good education."
"Yes, Professor." Buttercup groaned before shooting out the door with her sisters, all of them shouting 'Bye, Professor!' and with that they were gone.
"Have a good day, girls." Utonium smiled, watching as they vanished into the sky. "Have a good day."
Xxx
"Look! It's Princess Morbucks!"
"She's actually here!"
"You think she'll go out with me if I ask?"
"She's waaaayyyyyy out of your league."
"I heard she's planning to become a Huntress."
"Why would a rich girl like her want to be a Huntress?"
"With the kind of money she could hire over a million Huntsmen."
This gossip was directed towards a girl, wearing the same kind of uniform as them but instead wore a yellow sweater instead of a blue top, stepped out of a very luxurious limo and walked onto school grounds. Her hair was orange with curly puffs on the side, black eyes and three freckles on each cheek. She walked like she literally owned the place and possibly could have if she wanted to. Her face showed a cold look of complete indifference to the people around her as she walked past them.
Princess Morbucks, daughter of Mr. Morbucks who was the head of Morbucks Savings & Loans and one of the richest people in Little Tokyo and possibly the world, ignored the idiots gossiping about her as she walked into Townsville Elementary. They and their opinions didn't matter to her to in the slightest. All that mattered was getting through the day, dealing idiots and education so she could get home and work on her projects. She was only here as part of a deal she had made with her father.
If she passed all her classes, including the physical ones like gym along with martial arts and kendo she'd be allowed to apply for Huntress training at Yamanouchi Academy, Japan's top official Huntsmen training school. While she could apply for simple training classes where she could learn to fight along with how to use her Aura and Semblance Princess wanted to go all the way, becoming an official Huntress and gain the praise and fame that came with it.
"Hey look!"
"The girls are here!"
"That's right! They are attending here too!"
"I know! It's so cool!"
"Maybe they'll have the same class as me!"
Princess turned and looked back, scowling slightly as the Powerpuff Girls landed in front of the school, ready for another day of learning. There was another reason she wanted to become a Huntress.
She wanted to outshine the Powerpuff Girls in every way.
They had super powers, something that was incredibly rare even in the kind of world they lived in that could not be gained even with all the money she had. No matter what she had those three girls would always have everything she ever dreamed of having: super powers, fame, loving attention and the three of them couldn't even care less about it.
The red head literally had her head buried in books, looking to become a scientist or a doctor or whatever else she thought her big brain would help her become. She literally had powers anyone else dreamed of having and she wanted to spend her days in a cold and unfeeling lab looking at germs through microscope. Did she even understand the full extent of her own powers or was she too busy learning about every insignificant detail around her to even wonder? Given the several books she carried under one arm it wasn't likely.
The blond was a literal air head in how she could fly high above the clouds and yet had no understanding of the world she lived and what her powers meant she could do with. A lover of animals and nature, eating only vegetables and retaining a childish outlook on life that should have long since been discarded by now. It was insulting to even look at her with that annoying happy smile on her face that she thought brightened anyone who saw it. Did she spend most of her mornings practicing that smile in front of a mirror?
Not likely.
The final one, the black haired one was simply a brute. Loving to fight, having a very short fuse and prided herself on cracking the heads of anyone so-called bad guy that got in her way. In her case, the word brute might be too kind a word to describe her.
That was why Princess resolved to not only become a Huntress but also find a way to outshine those three somehow, someday. Using the endless resources at her disposal Princess hired personal teachers to train her in the art of combat, affording expensive tools and weapons she learned how to use and practiced with almost each day and funded the best fighting equipment only a handful in the entire world could only have a chance of attaining. She even had a battle suit at home she had nearly finished creating and planned on testing it very soon.
She mentally smirked at the thought of her battle suit and what it could do. If the military knew what she they'd likely storm over to her father's mansion and demand the suit and all her equipment but she wasn't afraid and neither would her father be afraid.
Why?
Being rich meant you could find a lot of friends in very high places.
She ignored the three girls, deciding they were not worth her time and effort even as they walked right beside her, heading for what was likely the same class.
Well, let them have their moment in the spotlight.
It was the least Princess could do for them before showing them their place.
Xxx
Atop the famous volcano located in the middle of Townsville Park sat an observatory, covering the top of the volcano completely. Normally this would be seen as suicidal and foolish but the observatory actually drew power from the head energy thanks to a device that had placed deep down the volcano enough to draw energy from the planet's core. Once this was presented to the city's Mayor the owner was able to persuade him to make the construction of the observatory legal and established as private property. In return for being left to his own devices he used his observatory to be on the lookout for incoming Grimm that might try to attack the city.
And allowed him to work in solitude and peace.
"'Snore'…'Snow'."
And take a nap when he felt like it.
RRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG!
"Wha-?!" He shot up from his chair, jumping out the sound of the phone next to his chair. "Now what?" He picked up his phone, grumbling as he answered. "Yes?"
"Mojo, it's me. I am calling on the progress of my suit."
"Oh? Oh, it's you." The monkey Mobian grumbled. "I've almost finished it. It'll be ready in a week."
"And it'll work?"
"Of course it'll work! Who do you think I am? Who else do you think could have created the masterpiece I have designed? Who else would have my gen-"
"I GET IT, MOJO!"
Mojo flinched, pulling the phone away to rub his ear. "You don't have to yell! And it is rude to interrupt."
"If I didn't interrupt you'd never stop. I just needed to know if it was ready or not."
Mojo grumbled. "Fine, it'll be ready when you get here, Morbucks. Be thankful I even bother to put the effort in."
"You weren't complaining when I paid you in advance. So don't be a stick in the mud, Mojo."
Mojo couldn't argue with that. "It's only because of the amount you offered that I did it. I am not a petty hireling."
"Everyone has their price, Mojo. I just happened to find yours. Don't be surprised if I keep you on speed dial if I need to hire you again."
Mojo rolled his eyes. "Very well. Just remember to be ready to pay me big when you do."
"Of course." The caller finally hung up.
"Annoying brat." Mojo put his phone down. "She's lucky she paid me so much. Still the money she gave me makes things easier. Now then, back to work."
He held up the article he had been reading before he had fallen asleep: History of Yamanouchi Academy.
Xxx
"So much to do, so little time…" He watched all the events surrounding the world, seeing Huntsmen and Heroes standing up against the Grimm, promoting hope and bravery wherever they went.
It made him sick.
What happened to the days of despair and terror?
How did these mortals manage to survive everything that had happened since the day the meteor that created the Grimm impacted the planet?
The answer was obvious.
"Those cursed Guardians, ensuring balance in the universe by teaching mortals how to become HEROES!" His demonic voice raged across his domain. "Oh, sure it's okay for them to interfere when the balance is threatened. Not even bothering to pay attention to my fun but when mindless monsters run amok and could potentially spread across the universe they suddenly put their feet down and LOCK ME UP AFTER DRAINING MY POWERS! CURSE THEM AND THEIR SPIRAL AND THEIR ELEMENTAL PAWNS!"
He looked across the world, seeing hatred and negativity were strong but he had been cut off, unable to bask in sweet despair that he had longed to feel.
What he wouldn't give to be free again.
"There must be a way to escape. With heroes like those menacing Powerpuff Girls rising there is a chance that all the potential negativity will be gone. Surely there must be a loophole to be exploited." He sat down in his chair as it floated in the void that was his home. "I could make a deal with the Fallen but they wouldn't be interested in freeing me. They would never allow anyone with the power to get in their way to be run around free…Just my luck that such lovely beings I am sure I would absolutely get along with would be of no help to me at all. And there is barely anyone else in the world who could free me."
That didn't mean he would give up.
He had all the time in the world to think of a plan to escape.
He had been watching the world as it changed, waiting patiently for the chance to escape and though he had not found one yet he was sure a chance would come.
"I still sense powerful magical beings on this world but I cannot reach out to them from here. They are…Protected by other powers." His vision settled onto someone else. "But in this case it might not be magic I am looking for."
A plan was now forming.
"Yes, that is what I might need and these heroes will be the ones to help me return." He let out deep yet high pitched laugh that echoed throughout the void.
A great evil was on the move.
Xxx
"Powerpuff Girls…" A voice rumbled, looking at the TV screen that showed the Powerpuff Girls in action and the news reporter praising them as the heroes everyone else believed them to. "Heroes…They're no heroes!"
Seeing them acting as nice people and fooling everyone else sickened him.
How could they be so blind after what the girls did to him?
Especially…
"Buttercup…" He looked at his hands, seeing they were not made of flesh and bones like a Human's. "She turned me into this and no one cared. No one cares how mean she is. No one sees them as fakes. But I'll get even with her."
"Paste-Eater!"
"Elmer the Paste-Eater!"
"Gross!"
"Eat this, Paste-Eater!"
The memories made his entire body literally boil as he stared out the window of the abandoned building he made into his home.
Once upon a time he was just a boy.
He had a family, a mom and a dad and he went to school like any other kid. But unlike any other kid he had no friends. He had no one to play with, work with or sit next to in class. He was alone, all because he did something different from everyone else.
He could not help it no matter how many times the teacher told him not to.
It didn't stop the other children from bullying him and one of the so-called heroes was the absolute worst. And then finally came the day that changed and ruined his life forever. There had been an accident where a truck carrying all kinds of Dust had been attacked and had spilled out. One was a special kind of Dust, glowing a toxic green color that no one had seen before.
This strange Dust shard found its way into the hands of the poor boy that had become contaminated when he touched it and when the toxins was mixed in with his bad habit of eating…
The memory of it was enough to make him want to break down in tears again.
But he cannot cry like a normal person anymore.
Where there was once flesh, bones and organs there is only the same substance he chose to eat in class. He retained his mind, memories and emotions but everything that tied him down to his old life was gone.
He cannot eat.
He cannot sleep.
He does not laugh.
He does not cry.
And he all he can think of is revenge.
"You may not remember me, Powerpuff Girls but I remember you and I am going to make you and everyone else pay." He growled, his body continuing to bubble. "All of you will pay."
They thought of him as a freak and a monster.
Well, a monster is what they would get.
Xxx
"GET OFF OF MY PROPERTY!"
BOOM!
A Beowolf's head was blown off by the shotgun's bullet as five more surrounded him. He let out a growl as he kept on shooting, warding them away from his home.
"GET OFF OF MY PROPERTY!"
This always happened, especially at night.
He hated trespassers.
He lived outside of the city, in the forest far away from anyone but those Grimm kept on coming after him. It usually happened at night, forcing him to guard his home and blast away any of those demons he was forced to share the forest with.
"GET OFF OF MY PROPERTY!"
The irony would be is that his anger and hate towards trespassers was what kept on attracting Grimm in larger numbers.
But unfortunately he was not bright enough to consider that.
"RAH! GET OFF OF MY PROPERTY!"
He had no Aura or Semblance to call on but he had brute strength and his shotgun with him and it was all he seemingly needed.
For when he was angered he was a beast of pure rage that could not be stopped.
"GET OFF OF MY PROPERTY!"
The angrier he became the more Grimm appeared to attack him. If anyone had been watching they would have mused this might be happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object.
"GEEEEEEEEEEEEET OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOFFFFFFFFFFF MMMMMMMMMMMYYYYYYY PRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOPEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRTYYYYYYYYYYYY! RRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!"
This was truly a crazy and disturbing world we lived in.