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The City of Townsville…

Formerly a crime ridden city, filled with thugs, villains, and monsters of all kinds. They terrorized the streets, and sent fear to the people's hearts. Crime was at an all-time high. Not even the law enforcement would stand up for their citizens and protect them like they should. Even the mayor was too frightened to take charge and keep his city safe. The monsters and the villains took the city like it was child's play. Thinking that no one would dare to challenge them. But one man did…

Professor Antonio Utonium. He accepted evil's challenge and with his intelligence, he achieved the impossible. In his lab, he spent countless hours working on his new secret project to erase evil from the city. From giant robots to nuclear weapons, all of his attempts have resulted to failures. But he didn't give up. He started researching about genetic enhancing super abilities, but the process would take days, and maybe even years to experiment on an average human being and pray that the results won't become catastrophic. Unfortunately, when we proposed the idea campaign to the Mayor of Townsville, it resulted in an automatic veto. Townsville wasn't ready for a super hero in their lives, despite the crimes.

Discouraged, Professor Utonium gave up on his project for a while and began to feel an emptiness developing inside of him. Loneliness. He had realized that his time was passing; it was time to start a family. Raise kids. He realized that he was alone in his big, expensive suburban home. No one to share it with. Just him and his monkey lab assistant, Jojo. After failed attempts to pick-up women, he decided to adopt a child, but he knew he couldn't take care of a baby by himself with so much work he had to do. But then the idea came to mind: What if I created children of my own? Looking back now, the idea of creating children in the lab sounded blasphemy, but not to this professor.

After countless experiments and formula equations, the idea seemed extremely possible. It was achievable. All that was left to be decided was what ingredients do you use to make little children? Girls to be exact. The professor couldn't handle having boys. Too rough and rowdy. Then he remembered the little nursery rhyme that his mother recited to him when he was just a little boy:

"What are little boys made of?

What are little boys made of?

Snips and snails and a puppy dog's tail.

That's what little boys are made of

What are little girls made of?

What are little girls made of?

Sugar and spice and everything nice

That's what little girls are made of"

Such an odd poem. How could boys be made of snails and dogs and girls are made of sugar and spice? But he didn't have any other ideas for the ingredients. So what the hell? Trial and error is better than nothing.

He remembered that day so clearly. It was cloudy evening in Townsville. Around the time where criminals would rear their ugly heads and around the time where the police would quit for today. The Super Market was the professor's destination for today. He picked out the only items he came for: Sugar, Spice, and everything nice. He didn't know what they meant by "everything nice", so he decided to buy every sweet and innocent item he could find. The check-out lady looked tired and restless; he was probably her last customer before her shift was over. Once he paid for his goods, he wanted to cheer her up, but he couldn't.

She was being held at gunpoint by strange pink, fuzzy monster in overalls. She knew what he wanted and made no hesitation to open the cash register and give him all of their money. What could the professor do? He was a man of science; not a man of action. He did was any other normal citizen would do. Duck his head and walk away. He thought his out of the clear. He walked to his car and reached in his pocket to retrieve his keys. He looked at the window of his car and saw five green-skinned teens behind him. The professor turned around only to be in contact with a green fist in his face. He woke up with his wallet empty and his pride diminished.

He opened the door into his house, locked the doors and windows and made a beeline his underground laboratory. He arrived stepped inside and the sight was to be expected by him. His pet monkey, Jojo, was devastating the entire laboratory. Climbing on top of bookshelves, knocking them down. Jumping on the tables, crashing beakers on the floor. Wasting chemicals on the walls and throwing unknown objects at other objects. Professor Utonium didn't know what to do. He locked Jojo in his cage countless of times but somehow he always managed to escape. He couldn't just kick him out; he'll be charged for animal abuse and abandonment. He walked past the mayhem and destruction and toward his person working counter.

It was simple. He added three cups of sugar, fifteen and a half tablespoons of spice, and an entire bucket of everything nice. He recorded every second onto his journal, wanting to savor each and every moment. He stirred the concoction. He continued to stir, unknowing the mayhem his assistant is causing behind him. Jojo was on a rampage. Nothing could stop this destructive monkey. He ran around the lab finding nothing to destroy. He saw his master working hard on his new project. Now was his change. He sped up to the professor and pushed him with as much force as the little monkey could muster.

The sudden attack made the professor lose his control on his working station. He lost his grip on the spoon and it crashed into one of the professor's man-made chemicals. The black liquid poured into the concoction, making it glow and bubble. The pot rattled in an unsteady motion. He didn't know how to stop it. He didn't know what was happening. He backed away from the pot slowly. It continued to rumble more and more. Jojo was curious and wanted to know what the big commotion was all about. He inched closer to the pot while the professor ran away until-BOOM!

The impact of the explosion caused the professor to be pushed backwards across his lab and he banged his head on the white counter. He was knocked out for a couple of minutes. He woke up to an unimaginable sight. He cautiously walked towards three little girls. Speechless. Three girls stood before him. They seemed to be distinguished by their color scheme; pink, baby blue, and lime green. The pink one was the first one to speak, startling the professor. But he didn't feel a threatening presence from the girls. They were so sweet, so kind, so pure, and so innocent. The kind of girls he always wanted. Now he had to name, since he created them.

First the pink one. Unlike her two sisters, her eye color was unordinary. Pink. Who would have thought of that? They were so strange to him, but for her they seemed to compliment her appearance flawlessly. Her orange hair seemed to bring out her eyes and the red bow on her hair seemed to bring a leadership quality out of her. All the pink and red she wore reminded him of a flower. She was the first to open up like a…Blossom. He announced her name as Blossom.

The blue one giggled. It was the cutest giggle the professor ever heard. She was very adorable in her blue dress and her smile seemed to brighten up anyone's day. Her blonde hair was put up into cute pigtails. Everything about her was so cute and bubbly. And thus, her name was Bubbles.

And finally the green one. The professor started at her. Her electric green eyes sparked with energy and excitement. Waiting to know what her creator would name her. Maybe something cool. Her jet black hair was shorter than her sister's. He thought of the names he gave Blossom and Bubbles and noticed that they started with "B's". He thought that it would be the cutest thing to name all the girls with the same letter. So he named her Buttercup. She glared at him crossed her arms in frustration. He could tell that she was stronger than the other two.

Blossom. Bubbles. Buttercup. His own children. Three perfect little girls to raise as a family. And they would have a normal life as he longed for. He would teach them right from wrong and maybe do some good for Townsville. It didn't take him long to figure out that it was their birthday. He fled to gift shops, toy stores and the bakery to prepare for the girls' first birthday party. After foolishly realizing that he left the girls at home, he rushed into the house with a pile of gifts in his arms. He tripped and fell of the stairs. He felt that his life was too short to end like this.

But he was caught just in time. By two small hands. He opened his eyes and saw that he was face-to-face with Blossom. She was floating in mid-air with him in her arms. Buttercup and Bubbles flew behind her ready to open presents. The girls checked the professor for any injuries and proceeded to open presents and lighting speed. Once again, Professor Utonium was speechless. He saw trails of pink, blue and green around the laboratory as the girls enjoyed their first gifts they received. He wondered what he did to make the girls have these abilities. He walked to his working station remembering what he put in his formula. Sugar, spice and everything nice. But he saw a large beaker that was smashed open; a certain chemical that he made to enhance super abilities to the user. Chemical X.

Unbelievable. This one chemical gave the girls super powers. Powers that make them unique in their own way. They were special and different than all the other children in Townsville. This did not discourage the professor. It did not change his perspective on the girls. He was happy. He felt like the happiest man alive. To have three perfect little girl. To finally have a family. The girls were his pride and joy and he loved them unconditionally. The girls quickly accepted the professor, not only as their creator, but their father and caretaker. They loved him as much as he loved them. They shared a bond that no other family could ever understand.

The days that they shared were full of happiness and understanding. The professor learned about the girls and their powers. It took him a while to get use to their super strength, flight, laser vision and super speed. He knew that they had more in store. He learned more about the girls individually. Blossom was very smart for her age. She already started studying Chinese, which impressed the Professor greatly. Bubbles loved anything that was sweet and cute. She would always stand up and protect the furry creatures of Townsville. And Buttercup was the tough, tomboy, always looking for a fight, and always the one getting in trouble.

The girls, in turn, learned more about the professor. They knew that he didn't have super power like they did and they agreed that they had to be more careful using their powers around the professor, so they wouldn't hurt him. They learned about his profession and what he does for a living. He was….well a professor. A scientist. Worked for the government, built anything they ask for. He attended the most prestigious schools in America and earned numerous degrees in science. He was very intelligent and passionate for what he loved to do. The girls admire his smartness and couldn't wait to see what he was going to create next.

School. Professor Utonium accepted the fact that girls were ready to start elementary school. Pokey Oaks Kindergarten. When the girls met, Ms. Keane and the other classmates, they felt overjoyed. They were automatically accepted by their peers and, overall, loved by the entire class. They learned lessons, ate snacks, slept during naptime and played games in the playground. Everything was new to the girls, and everything they learned was a new experience for them. Especially…tag.

Tag. This one innocent game turned into the most devastating event to ever happen to Townsville. It started in the Pokey Oaks playground when Buttercup chased her sisters. Then she pushed Bubbles into the school, destroying it. They unknowingly used their powers throughout the game. They destroyed houses, defaced public property, and devastated thousands of people's lives. They didn't know any better. They thought they were playing a game. That's all it was to them, a game. Their game led them to the City of Townsville. Ten minutes was all it took. To destroy the city. Just by playing tag. This event started a chain of misery for the citizens, the professor and the girls. The professor talked to them about their super powers and told them how Townsville didn't understand their "specialness". They were asked them not to use them anymore in public. They promised. The next day, mayor took action against them and arrested the professor. The professor urged the people that the girls were innocent and they didn't know any better. No one believed him.

The girls were outcasts to their fellow classmates for destroying the school. The students looked as though they wanted to spit in their direction. Unaware of their father's arrest, the girls were for forced to walk home, heading in the wrong direction. Towards Townsville. The girls were exposed to the town's hatred towards them. They were exposed to the damaged that they caused. The town hated them. They called the girls "freaks" and talked about them like they were a sin. The girls pressed on through the town. Then they met him…Jojo.

He too shared their pain. He was primate of different kind. Green. His skin was mutated into a pigment green color. He was intelligent unlike any other ape. Out of his head, his brain was shown and it was enormous in size and too massive to fit into an average sized head. He too was an outcast. He too was a freak. He proposed a brilliant idea to them. With his intelligence and their super abilities, they could make the town a better place. The girls agreed, unknowing the horrors of they created. They built a machine on top of the active volcano in Townsville Park. Jojo betrayed them. He used the machine to create his own chemically enhanced, super monkey army to take over Townsville and rule. He changed his name to Mojo Jojo and thanked the girls for his success. The townspeople's rage for them only grew as they cowered in terror of Mojo's reign. The girls pleaded to the professor for his forgiveness. He couldn't forgive them.

It broke their hearts. The trust they felt for the professor was shattered in an instant. But once they felt that he was in danger, the girls couldn't leave him, despite how they felt. With their super powers they were cursed with, the girls fought against Mojo Jojo's army and defeated Mojo, saving Townsville. The citizens who cursed them, praised the girls as their saviors and protectors. The girls agreed to use their powers for good against evil and protected the citizens of Townsville. They were forever known as The Powerpuff Girls.

Years have gone by ever since the girls' creation. Day by day, Townsville was becoming a safer haven, thanks to the Powerpuff Girls. Eventually, monsters stopped invading Townsville and stayed in their small inhabited island. Crooks and robbers were not as active as they were years ago. They were showing up less and less, not wanting a duel with the super powered girls. The city had gotten peaceful since the villains moved on. Fuzzy Lumpkins left Townsville not too long ago, not because of the girls, but because nobody would get off of his property and give him a moment's peace. Sedusa was released from jail. She proved to be no threat now that her hair will never grow back, thanks to a special chemical the Professor created. The Gang Green Gang were no longer teenage hoodlums, now they were actual gangsters. Always up to no good, but they were only a small problem that the girls were happy to take care off. Princess Morebucks was grounded from her high-tech and expensive gadgets when she was constantly thrown in jail. Her father was sick of wasting money on her bail, as expensive as it was. But Princess had found a way to make the Powerpuff Girls' lives hell. School.

Him continued "toying" with the girls for as long as he can, but he couldn't find a way to ever defeat them for good. Even resurrecting the Rowdyruff Boys wasn't good enough. Sure they were evenly matched, but every time the boys would come close, the girls would have a clever escape plan or something would interrupt them altogether. Him grew tired of watching the never-ending fights and believed that the boys should get away from the girls so they can get stronger. Mojo Jojo thought the same idea and confronted the devil before he could make another move. The two super villains argued constantly over who had custody over the boys, but eventually they agreed to raise the boys together, despite the boys' protest. Pretty soon, all of them just disappeared of the face off the Earth. The girls searched from them high and low hoping that they were in a secret location, but no. They were gone. Buttercup has never been happier to see those dumb boys again. Blossom wanted to rejoice along with her sisters, but something just didn't feel right.

Now that crime was lessening throughout the days, Professor Utonium was now relieved that the girls can finally have normal lives, with the exception of flying around and the usage of super powers. By the time the girls were in middle school, Professor started dating again, with the approval of the girls of course. Professor Utonium decided to re-patch his relationship with Ms. Keane, without the lovey dovey junk, and came to know that she was an intelligent, patient, gentle woman, suitable for any man to love. Ms. Keane fell for the Professor as well. She didn't see him as a man of science, but also as wonderful and thoughtful man, who puts his children first before himself. The two adults were in love and girls believed that it was time to tie the knot. Now Ms. Keane is known as Mrs. Sandra Utonium. The girls automatically accepted her as mother and Professor was glad that the girls finally had a mother figure around the house. His dream of having a family was complete.

Over the years, those three perfect little girls became growing young women—seventeen years to be exact. Their bug-eyes and stubby hands were growing into normal sized eyes and full grown fingers and toes. They were becoming actual normal girls, expect for Blossom with her pink eyes. There was nothing normal about those; but she took it to her advantage. Everyone would recognize her and know that she was Blossom, commander and leader of the Powerpuff Girls. The girls hit puberty differently though. Bubbles was first one to grow hers in, then Blossom, and Buttercup was a late bloomer. It didn't bother her much. The small breast size added on to her tomboy look. Even though the girls were sisters, they had different traits that, over time, grew to their advantage.

Blossom was the smartest of her sisters, heck; she was probably the smartest of all of Townsville. Her intelligence even rivaled the Professor's. Not only did she use her smarts to outwit the villains of Townsville, but during her school days, she was top of every class, earning nothing lower than an A-, and she was the winner of every Spelling Bee, Science Fair and Mathematic Tournaments. Some of the smarter students would try to defeat her in a battle of wits, only to realize that I was futile. She received the highest scores on the ACT, PSAT, SAT, GRE, and MAT. Even though she was in her sophomore year of Townsville High School, colleges from all over the United States have begged for her to attend their college. Blossom's overall genius would never get in the way of her morals, however. She would never boost about them or use them in any deceitful ways. She stuck to her "good girl" ways and always followed the rules.

Bubbles was, of course, still as sweet and innocent as she was when she was five. Her powers reflected how she was personally. Bubbles wasn't as strong a fighter as her sisters were; which didn't matter to her because she didn't like to fight as much. She cared for every little creature in the world, not matter how strange they were. Because of this, she was the first one in her school to start an animal abuse protest. She was pretty good at making peace, mostly because she was a Powerpuff Girl. Bubbles was also voted the "Cutest" and "Nicest" person in the entire school. Her cuteness attracted many guys and plenty of them would either leave love letters in her locker like it was nothing, or they would have the courage to actually talk to her and ask her out on a date. She would always decline. Bubbles wasn't interested in a relationship at the time. She was mostly concentrated on school, her extracurricular activities, such as cheerleading and art, and her duties as a Powerpuff Girl.

Buttercup was always different from her sisters. Being the strongest and toughest one in the group, she tried her best to aspire to what she was known for. She started wearing punk, rock tomboy clothing and kept her hair short, since she didn't like it being so long. Buttercup would get in trouble frequently, whether it was detention at school, or being grounded for three months at home. But that couldn't stop the raging Powerpuff tomboy. She joined every athletic sport the school had to offer. Blossom constantly reminded her sister not to use her powers to cheat, however, Buttercup believed that without her powers that she would win gold in every sport. Baseball, Basketball, Soccer, Tennis, Track, Softball, Volleyball, Swimming, Boxing, Rugby and even Golf, she dominated. Nothing could stop the green powerhouse. She could never get along with Blossom's bossiness and Bubbles' giddiness, but they were her sisters and she would protect them as much as she could.

Now, on the last day of summer vacation, the girls found themselves in the mist of preparation for their new year in Townsville High School. Tomorrow would be the first day of their senior year. Their schedules had already arrived in the mail last month, and the girls were content with their classes. Blossom's schedule was nothing but advanced and AP classes, Buttercup received a few advanced classes but by the looks of it, it seemed sports dominated her schedule. Bubbles' classes were average. She knew she could take the same classes as her sisters, but she decided to take it easy for her senior year. Once they received their schedules, they girls were quick to buy the required supplies. Better now than never, as Blossom reminded them.

Since the beginning of the month, Buttercup started training for the upcoming sports that started in the year. Her goal was to hopefully become Volleyball team captain this year, and set the record of becoming the first lowerclassmen to make team captain. Occasionally, Buttercup would drag her sisters to the beach to help her practice. Nobody complained. Usually it would just be Blossom playing with Buttercup and Bubbles would watch them. Sports were never Bubbles' strong points, because she wouldn't know what to do.

Soon their last day of summer was coming to end as nightfall hit the city. Years ago, this would have been the perfect time for evildoers to rob banks, or jewelry stores or just plain destroy the city altogether. But not this time, especially with the famous Powerpuff Girls patrolling the city from top to bottom. This was their usual run at night. After dinner, the girls would fly in different sections of the city for any types of suspicious activates that could lurk in the dark streets. But like all nights, it was quiet; much to Buttercup's disappointment.

A trail of bright green flew over the west side of town for the fifth time in a row. Electric green eyes darted from left to right, watching people peacefully walking from one location to another. The green streak landed on a random rooftop. The figured sighed. "Another boring night for the City of Townsville…."

"Oh come on. It's a good thing that there's no evil activity tonight." A soft, cheerful voice emitted from Buttercup's earpiece communicator; another one of Professor's marvelous inventions. The green Powerpuff sighed once again at her sister's comment.

"I guess…but at least we have school tomorrow. I can't wait."

"Whoa. Hold it. Back up." Another voice barged into the conversation. "Since when were you excited about school?"

"I'm not like you, Blossom. I don't get excited about school in general. I'm just ready for whatever dishes out on the first day, that's all."

"Wait. I'm not following."

"Something always happens on the first day of school! Haven't you noticed? Last year was an alien invasion. The year before that, mole people. The year before that, meteor showers. This year is gonna be something good."

"Buttercup, it's obvious that Townsville has bad luck when it comes to freak invasions and outer space danger. It's just a coincidence."

"I don't know Blossom, Buttercup has a point…we should be careful tomorrow." Bubbles interjected. They heard their pink leader sigh on the other end.

"Girls, you're being paranoid over nothing. Look, if you wanna wait for nothing to show up, that is fine by me. But I'm saying that there will be nothing tomorrow. We are going to have a normal day at school, like always."

"Blossom…we're not normal…" Buttercup clarified.

"Normal…in our definition." Their conversation was ruined by a beeping sound coming from Buttercup's wrist. She rolled her sleeves and checked the time on her watch. 10:00 P.M. it read. She pressed the small button on the side, silencing the watch of its beeping.

"10 o'clock. Time to go." Buttercup walked toward the ledge of the building and floated in midair. Her green eyes looked toward the sky and a pink streak of light and energy flew over her section. That was her cue to take off. It wasn't long before Buttercup caught up with her sister. Soon enough, two pairs of pink and green eyes looked behind them and saw their youngest sibling trailing behind. Three streaks of pink, blue and green made their last trip round Townsville until they flew towards the suburban area outside the city. They reduced their speed as they arrived at their house. The only white house in the area with a unique size and structure. A house with three super powered children raised by a scientist and his wife. The girls landed at the front door and Blossom opened the door.

"We're home!" The girls said in unison. They took off their shoes and set them beside the door before they walked any further in the house. When Buttercup closed the door, their parents walked out of the kitchen.

"Welcome home girls." Their mother was the first to reply. Like Buttercup, Sandra kept her jet black hair short. Not much has changed with old kindergarten teacher, barely any major signs of aging, but with Blossom's microscopic visions, she was that the wrinkles were about to show. Even though the girls quickly accepted their new mother, they were so used to calling her "Ms. Keane". Old habits were hard to break. But since it was still part of her name, Sandra didn't mind it at all, just so long as they saw her as their mother. The girls would mostly call her "mother" or "Mrs. Keane". Blossom and Bubbles greeted their mother with hugs and kisses. Buttercup just gave her a hug.

The Professor wasn't far from his wife. "Welcome back girls. No crime tonight?" He asked. Signs of age started to reveal on the professor. The edges of his black hair were stained with grey. Small wrinkles were starting to form from the edges of his eyes. But despite his appearance, the Professor was healthy enough to go on for a few more decades. To answer his question, the girls shook their heads.

"Another quiet and peaceful night." Blossom took a seat on the couch. Buttercup scoffed.

"A little too quiet if you ask me…" She folded her arms. "But I believe that tomorrow is gonna be something big this year!"

"What's happening tomorrow?" Professor Utonium asked.

"Buttercup has this theory that a catastrophic event will happen, just because it is our first day of school. I say it's ridiculous and absurd." Blossom folded her arms.

"Look 'Miss Know-it-all'. I'm just so fucking bored that nobody has the guts to challenge us! It's been months since the last monster made a wrong turn and bumped into our city. I need more excitement in my super hero life. I need adventure! I need to—"

"We get it Buttercup." Blossom interrupted messaging her temple.

"But still, no crime, no villains…not even Him has revealed himself in the past couple of years…" Bubbles noted.

"Even that still makes me wonder…" The Professor pondered for a short time but he had to dismiss it for another time. Their conversation was interrupted by punk rock music singing from Buttercup's pockets.

I will be your Dead man~

With nothing but this blood stuck on my hands~

Stuck in your Wonderland~

I want to make you bleed just like—

Buttercup pulled out her green and black cell phone and answered it. "Hello? Oh hey Mitch…" Blossom groaned while Bubbles giggled.

"I should have known it was her boyfriend…he's the only one who would call her five times a day." Buttercup gave her pink sister the finger, while she continued her conversation. Bubbles yawned and stretched her arms in the air.

"It's getting late. I'm heading off to bed. Big day tomorrow and all." Mrs. Keane nodded in agreement.

"You three should do the same." Blossom nodded. The girls said goodnight to their parents and ascended to their own rooms.

"Buttercup." The said Powerpuff took her attention away from the phone and to her father. "I want you off the phone by 11. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes Professor." Buttercup flew up to her room as she continued her conversation with Mitch. Once the girls reached a certain age, they felt the need to have their own space and privacy. So the Professor hired a contractor to equally divide their large bedroom they shared as children into three separate rooms. Each room had plenty of space for the girls and they were content with the changes they have made.

Bubble walked into her room first. The walls and the ceiling were covered in sky blue paint with patches of white in certain places. On one side of the room, the wall was painted with tall grey buildings and small houses around it. It looked like an exact replica of the City of Townsville. A painting that Bubbles was quite proud of. Bubbles changed out of her clothes and into her pajamas; a dark blue tank top and white pajama shorts. She took her pigtails down and let her golden locks fall down to her mid-back. She began her daily routine of brushing her hair one hundred times. In her innocent mind, she wished that it was as long as Blossom's. A wish that any girl would want. Bubbles pondered about her sisters in silence. Blossom was so smart and beautiful. Buttercup was strong and brave. And what was she? Lately, Bubbles powers developed into nothing compared to her sisters. Bubbles sighed as she eyed her uniform that hung neatly on her closet door. "Maybe this year could be different for me…"

Buttercup's room was the definition of messy. Clothes and other items were scattered on the floor. Her bed was never made. And her green wall was covered with posters of UFC fighters and rock bands. Her desk was cluttered with papers, books, and electronic devices. The only item that remained cleaned was her uniform that hung on her closet door. Buttercup, unknowingly, disobeyed the Professor's order and continued talking to Mitch past 11 o'clock. She crashed on her messy bed after changing into her nightwear, black t-shirt and red shorts, while her conversation never seemed to end. The two started to talk about how their day was so far. Mitch talked about his summer job at a fast food restaurant and Buttercup talked about her training.

"…So when I gave him his ice cream, the dumbass took it, stuck it on his forehead and drove off! That had to be the weirdest shit I had ever seen!" Mitch complained. Buttercup couldn't breathe from laughing so hard.

"Dude, did he seriously 'Uni-coned' it?!"

"I don't even know what the fuck that is! Shit…" Buttercup continued to laugh, making sure that no one else can hear her. Mitch changed the subject away from his crazy job. "So…punched any bad guys lately?" The green heroine scoffed.

"I wish. It seems like no one is brave enough to challenge me and my awesome strength." Buttercup boosted as her boyfriend on the other end chuckled. She looked to her digital clock, which read 11:50 P.M. She didn't care; Buttercup and Mitch would usually talk on the phone until the sun comes up.

"Ready for school tomorrow, babe? Will I finally get to see you in skirt this year?" Mitch mockingly asked.

She scoffed. "Unfortunately. My mom is practically forcing me to wear the girl's uniform this year." She could hear Mitch cheer on the other end, which made her laugh. "Hey, by the way, did you ever—" Her sentence was interrupted when her door opened wide and a figure glared at her. Buttercup gave a bored frown at the figure. "Mitch. I'll see you tomorrow." She hung up the phone without breaking eye contact from the demanding intruder.

"Didn't the Professor tell you to get off the phone at 11?" Blossom folded her arms.

"Well I'm off now. Aren't I? What are you gonna do? Tell on me?" Buttercup made a scared crybaby voice.

"Buttercup…"

"Hate to break it to you, Red, but your little 'threats' isn't gonna work on me this time. It's different now. We're different."

"Buttercup." The leader's eyes stared into her green sibling's and her voice became as serious as the plague. "I'm warning you. Don't let the same thing happen like last year. I am the leader of this team and you will respect me as the eldest. I am not going to fight you, because you are my sister. But if you, so much as, cross the line, this time…I will not hold back." The green Powerpuff stood up from her bed and slowly walked to her sister. Green eyes glowed as she felt her powers charge.

"Like I said, your threats are not gonna work. If you wanna fight, we can fight." Buttercup shoved Blossom in an attempted to agitate her. It almost worked. Blossom's eyes glowed slightly as she glared at her sister. But unlike her sister, Blossom knew how to control her powers so that it wouldn't mix with her emotions.

She shook her head. "No." Her eyes dimmed. "I will not stoop to your level. Just remember, if you do anything to jeopardize this team again, I will come after you…with no remorse." Buttercup eyed her sister down to up and scoffed at her hallow threat. Buttercup knew that her pink sister was all talk and no action. And even if she fought, Buttercup would easily overpower her.

"Whatever." Without another word, Buttercup slammed her door shut in Blossom's face, leaving the orange haired Powerpuff alone in the hallway. Unaffected by her sister's demeanor, Blossom walked back to her room. She kept her room color the same as their old room. There were bookshelves here and there that were neatly organized to her liking. On her white desk were a few books, papers and pens all neatly stacked in a pile and her pink messenger bag sat on the chair. She walked past her closet, where her uniform hung, and sat down on her vanity. She stared at herself in the mirror as she continued, thoroughly, stroking her sunset hair with her brush.

Blossom's thoughts traveled away from her as she remembered last year. Every punch, every kick, every blow never left her memory. She remembered every detailed event that led up to it, praying that it was just an illusion. Words were said that should have never been spoken. Hearts were broken. Flashes of green and pink collided with one another; red was right in between. No matter how many times it replayed in her head, she could never understand why it led to that incident. Why hadn't she seen that sooner? Why had she let Buttercup crossed the line? Why hadn't she stopped her? Blossom finished her hair with a final stroke. Her eyes lingered to a long strip of red fabric that sat by her mirror. For years it sat there collecting dust, hoping that one day it will be used once again. As usual, Blossom bypassed it and reached for a simple hair scrunchie and wrapped her hair in a high ponytail. Ever since that horrible incident of her sisters grooming her hair, Blossom kept her hair as long as possible. In a high ponytail, it ended to her lower back. She stretched her arms and decided to turn it in for tonight. She walked to her neatly made bed and tucked herself underneath the blankets and the sheet.

"Tomorrow will be different…I'm sure…"

A quick flash of red flashed across the chaotic sky followed by darker trails on its tail. The red streak constantly changed direction but that didn't shake away the enemy that pursued him. Blood red eyes looked back at the black demon underlings that chased him to no end. They snarled and howled at him as they reach for his leg. His cold, emotionless eyes never left him as he dived down into the hellish abyss; he quickened his speed and demon did the same. The red boy didn't stop. His speed only increased gradually until he reached his destination. His eyes came to view a black acid sea at the very bottom. The sea was filled with horror, pain and suffering of the unimaginable; a sea that only the devil itself would bathe in. Once you touch the black sea, you would be consumed in it for all eternity. The demons inched closer and closer to the boy, unaware of their fate that lies ahead. He knew that they would chase him to no ends, not until they devoured every last inch of him. At the very last second, with only inches away from the sea, the red boy disappeared from the demons' sight. Once the boy fled, the demons realized that they were diving into the black sea, and at the speed they traveled, they could only fall into the boy's trap.

Miles away, on a piece of land that floated in hellish world, two figures sat on a plush, Flamingo pink couch as they started at numerous screens around them. Each screen showed young men fighting for their lives against a horde of demons. The boy in red came to view as his events with the demons he encountered with played on the one of the screens. One of the dark figures on the couch grinned evilly as he watched the boys' progress. He was smaller in comparison, and that was including his enormous cranium.

"Perfect! They're powers have grown exponentially. Soon, the time will come that they will be tested for those powers, of which they possess, in becoming the strongest in the world. And once these foolish humans realize that, then we shall take our rightful positions as rulers of the earth." The shorter figure chuckled sinisterly. The slim and taller figure lounged beside him and smiled at the show the boys performed for him as he drank a glass of red wine.

"Yes…it seems like they're officially unbeatable now. And all it took was a little…guidance…in the right direction." A hallow and chilling voice echoed. "Remember when they were so little…" The taller figured sighed reminiscing. "….they're were so full of….evil." Yellowish-green eyes were quick to turn red, but they reverted back to their original color once again.

One the screen before them, they observed the three boys. The green boy looked like he was having the time of his life as he quickly destroyed another armada of demons. This was nothing but child's play to him. His punches and kicks looked painful just by watching him. He was unforgiving with every blow he gave, and he wasn't even at his full potential. He flew into the air for a short time, only to come crash right back into the ground. The impact murderously wiped out his enemies in a flash. He was the only one left on the battlefield, nothing but dust and ruble left on the ground and dark smudges on his hands. The piles of demon ash touched his feet as he howled to the chaotic sky. "COME ON! IS THAT THE BEST YOU GOT?! BULLSHIT IS ALL YOU'RE GIVING ME!" He shouted at the top of his lungs, making sure that the person he was talking to could hear him. The tall figured laughed as he received the green brute's message. On the screen, a red streak flashed above the green boy, and soon he followed the red trail.

"Oh my~ what aggressive strength he has…not even Hell's strongest warriors could take him down."

Cooed the tall figure as he sipped on his wine. The short figure crossed his arms a folded his legs as his eyes shifted to the next screen. The last boy to appear stood alone with small cuts around his body. He seemed exhausted from the amount of fights that he was forced to participate. His dirty blonde hair stuck to his face due to the amount of sweat he produced. He was hoping that it was near time to quit; he didn't know if his body could handle another onslaught. Out of nowhere, a swarm of demons surrounded him, snarling at the boy. The blue boy closed his eyes and slowly reduced his breathing, remaining as calm as possible. He could feel everything that went around him. He sensed every movement that his enemies produced and predicted their every move. All at once, the demon lunged forward at the boy, thinking that it would be the end for him. However, the boy disappeared in a flash and reappeared float above them. His hand started to blow blue and he directed his hand at the demons. In a blink of an eye, he shot them with a small energy blast and eradicated those demons for good.

Once they disappeared, the blue boy sighed tiredly. He sensed his brothers flying towards him and the blue sighed once again. The two boys stopped in front of their brother. Blue eyes met red eyes. Red eyes met green eyes. Green eyes met blue eyes. With no words said the brothers' teleported away from the area.

The screens went blank and disappeared from the figures' eyes. The taller one threw way his glass once he finished his drink. "I think they're ready. Don't you think so, Mojo?"

Right on cue, the three boys appeared in front of them. The said primate smiled sinisterly at the boys before him. He was different from what he was on Earth. His green mutated skin was now more of a sickly green color and his black fur was more chaotic and hellish looking. His eyes were a dark empty void that showed little emotion. Despite that, he stared at his sons proudly. "More than ready. You boys have shown nothing but progress in last years of your training. The time has come to finally put those powers into use as you finally prove to the world that there is still evil left in this world." The boys snickered at their father's praise. The red boy stepped forward with a smirk plastered on his face.

"On behalf of my brothers and myself, I would like to say that the time we spent here was just as rewarding." His green brother laughed while his blue brother smirked. "Now if you'll excuse us, me and my brothers shall retire for today." However, the tall figure waved his claw, giving the universal "no-no" sign.

"Not so fast boys…" The blue boy groaned loudly to tell him how tired he was. "Just a reminder that tomorrow is going to be a special day. So, remember to wake up early, and wear those delightful clothes I prepared for you. They're in your rooms." He echoed cheerfully.

The green one crossed his arms and stared at the feminine figure. "Thanks, MOM." He rudely scoffed as he started to float in the air. Red eyes rolled at his brother's comment and gave his attention back to his fathers.

"What could be so important tomorrow that you had to keep a secret from us, Him?"

"Now now, Brick~ It wouldn't be a surprise if we told you. I thought you were smarter that." Him grinned at his sons. For how many years they lived under Him's roof, they were always terrified by his smiles, even Brick, who always kept a calm stator. Brick snorted at his other father's comment.

"Whatever…"

"Can we go now?" Brick heard his younger brother spoke for the first time. Him smiled once more and waved his claw, dismissing the boys. The boys floated away tiredly. The brothers flew in silence for they were too tired to even make snide remarks to each other. Hold it—Brick realized something. He turned to his younger brother and glared at him.

"Boomer, how in the hell did you get beaten up?" He demanded. Boomer was brought out of his daydream by his brother's aggressive question.

"I-I wasn't paying attention when I was charging my attack. They snuck up on me, I swear!" He tried to defend himself by telling the truth, but by the leader's glare, Brick was unimpressed. Butch slammed into his blue brother and wrapped his strong arms around Boomer's neck in a painful choke hold. Boomer struggled under his stronger brother's hold as he whine for Butch to stop.

"You're such a pussy, Bro! Learn to take a hit!" Butch continued to bully his brother mercilessly. "That's why you can't fight as good as us, because you're too damn weak!" Boomer cried for Butch to stop but that just made Butch punch his head so more. Brick floated in silence as he heard his brothers fight behind him. Normally, Brick would be agreeing with Butch, and beat up Boomer along with him, but today; he was too tired to even look at them. But their constant bickering was giving Brick a headache. He sighed angrily as he roughly separated the two.

"Knock it off, you idiots!" He shouted at them. "We have been in this fucking hell-hole for over twelve years, training our asses off non-stop and I am NOT going to let this go to waste because of you," He pointed at Boomer. "Or you." He pointed at Butch. "Now you know damn well the reason why we're doing this. Because I have a feeling we're going to see them tomorrow…" The boys narrowed their eyes and wrinkled their noses in disgust. They knew who Brick was talking about. Brick narrowed his eyes to briefly stare at the plain where his fathers sat. He turned his attention back to his brothers. "So remember what we have to do." Butch nodded in agreement, however, Boomer stared at the invisible floor; his mind was on something completely different. "Good." With that, the Rowdyruff Boys disappeared.

Update (8/27/17) Making some changes and updates and corrections.

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