#if she's still in townsville than she will probably show up again
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What happened to Princess after chapter 10 of Sins of My Youth? I felt bad for as she only appeared in chapter 10, and that was it. I felt really bad for her… Sure, she’s a spoiled brat, but her father was definitely at his worst there. (Even more worse than how he probably spanked Princess in Bought and Scold)
Yeah, it was not one of his finest moments.
I have my theories, but I don't want to say yet in case I change my mind later. I'd love to have her come back in a later chapter if I can, but only if it makes sense for the story.
#ppgguy06#answer#i haven't decided yet if morbucks made good on his threat to send her to her mother (or if her mother would even take her if he tried)#if she's still in townsville than she will probably show up again#i was happy i was able to include her in the story at all w/o it seeming too forced (i hope)#that's kind of why i'd like to write a sequel focusing on her; to see the aftermath after everything's said and done#and also bc i have a ton of headcanons i'd like to make good use out of#princess morbucks#sins of my youth spoilers
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the gangreen gang
Buttercup doesn't make friends easily. She's not the easiest person to get to know, or the easiest person to like, and she knows that. Buttercup prefers it this way. Most of this stems from her severe trust issues, but she also rarely has the time to make friends. It's a problem that comes from being a hero for Townsville, a problem that started when she and her sisters were young, and only got worse as the years went on.
Her first ever friends were the Gangreen Gang. Before Robin, before Mitch, she made friends with the Gangreen Gang. She should have known better. They were all a lot older than her, the youngest — Arturo de la Guerra, or Li'l Arturo — being ten when they first met, the oldest — Ace D. Copular — being sixteen. There were red flags all around, but she was five, and she didn't know better.
Although at first she started hanging out with them because of her crush on Ace, she soon found that she actually liked them. They liked hanging out with her too; they adopted her as a little sister. Snake was the slowest to warm up, but he was never outright cruel to her. She would sneak out of the house to hang out with them. She learned how to pick locks from them; her earliest stealth moves were learned from them. She would sing with them, dance with them, joke around with them.
This friendship ended, abruptly and unkindly, when they tried to kill her sisters (duh). She knows Ace was behind it, because she knows all of the Gangreen Gang well enough to know they didn't plot that. She holds it against Ace the most, but none of the Gangreen Gang got away free, regardless.
Big Billy was the first to try and rebuild their relationship, practically the next day. He's a gentle giant and a simple man. He's always liked the Powerpuff Girls, and he never quite understood what was going on around them. So he just...acted like nothing happened, because to him, nothing did happen. Buttercup knows him well enough to know that not a single part of him could lie, and she forgave him. (But she still never trusted him the same way again.)
Snake was the hardest to warm up to her when she first started hanging out with the Gangreen Gang, but he was also the most loyal. He probably spent a lot of time trying to talk Ace out of anything that might hurt Buttercup, in his snivelly still-trying-to-fit-in way. Nothing obvious, but still. He apologized when he passed Buttercup patrolling one day, and invited her out to karaoke. Buttercup goes. (But she still never trusted him the same way again.)
Grubber was next. He tagged along once when Big Billy visited the girls, and stuck by Buttercup, because that's who he knew best. He's near mute, can only communicate verbally with grunts. He was sheepish anyway, and Buttercup took that as apology enough. (But she still never trusted him the same way again.)
Li'l Arturo became a teen dad at sixteen, six years after the fiasco, when Buttercup was eleven. Becoming a father really shook him up, and he tried to go on the straight and narrow during his girlfriend's pregnancy. Apologizing to the Powerpuff Girls was part of it, but especially to Buttercup, who he'd genuinely considered a friend. He invites her — just her — to his wedding, and Buttercup goes. (But she still never trusted him the same way again.)
They don't tell Ace, and they don't invite Ace, because they know her well enough to know she won't forgive him.
They're not close friends anymore. Not by a long shot. It's been twenty years, and life gets busy. Buttercup never opened up to them the same way she did the first time, eager to have friends. They still keep up with one another's lives. Billy being the exception. He shows up whenever he wants to, with the world's best hugs.
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I need to go to sleep but shhh I suddenly have the urge to kiss Utonium and I started thinking about them in college again haha.
Anyway, I already talked briefly about how their first kiss went but shh I'm starting to think about another scenario that doesnt involve Utonium being a clumsy dude hsksksk anywayy I imagine that they probably had their first kiss at a Science Museum.
Usually, for their dates, Utonium always plan his dates to be somewhere Chloe wants to go or somewhere he knows she would enjoy. Chloe doesnt really force Utonium to pick places she wants, in fact, she doesn't even plan at all. Utonium is always in charge of the planning. And she feels guilty about it because she doesn't like the feeling that Utonium has to listen to her all the time just to please her. So one day she tells him they should go somewhere that he wants and she will agree to it whether she likes it or not. Initially, Utonium is pretty sceptical in about going to places he's unsure if she would like, and the last thing he want is for them to argue over something miniscule (honestly they won't, Utonium is just being a worrywart lol). But Chloe assured him it's fine and its time for him to bring her somewhere other than their usual spot so he suggested that they should go to somewhere he wants to revisit: Townsville Science Museum.
They didn't book any slots and decided to walk in praying there would be a slot and surprisingly when they arrived, the museum is almost practically void of visitors since it's the weekdays. And luckily there's no school tour on schedule either so they can walk inside freely without any kids screaming and running.
Utonium already been to the museum a few times before (although the last time he went there was when he was in junior high) so he already knows what to expect inside, prehistoric exhibition, modern times exhibition, space, physics, all that science crap. Despite that, he still loves walking inside reading the info cards and be mesmerised by the exhibition there. Chloe never really went there before so he's excited about showing her around and became her tour guide. During his past time, he loves reading books especially science trivia books since he was a child so he used the info that somehow plastered into memory and mention them whenever he thinks it's related to the info cards and samples they're reading;
"Hmm, prehistoric air smells like farts, no wonder the dinosaurs died."
"Well the fart smell is because of bacteria byproducts around that time. It releases carbon dioxide and hydrogen sulfide whenever they 'eat'"
"Huh, I expect it to be pure oxygen to be honest."
"Pure oxygen is actually quite toxic to us. The air we're breathing right now is a compound of other gases.
"....So are we breathing farts now?"
"Well, not now but sure if you go for egg salad at the canteen"
It might be because she's bias and he's her boyfriend but Chloe really enjoyed having Utonium walking her around each hall while he excitedly talks about Science. Partially because she learned a lot from him but mostly because she loves seeing him talking passionately about things he likes while beaming with joy. She sees how good he is at attracting her attention towards something she used to considered lame and thought how nice it is to have him change other's mind about science and make it sound fun. So she encouraged him to ask if they have any part time job as a tour guide inside the museum. I like to think he did get the job and ended up spending his 2nd year of Uni working with kids on school tour showing them cool chemistry tricks and spilling trivia while he walks them through every hall. And I like to think that's how he started having interest on teaching people and wanted to become a Professor.
I wrote about them stargazing before and I thought it would be really neat to tie them up here (although I probably write about it briefly cuz I mentioned the whole thing in my prev hc lol) As they were checking out the space hall, Utonium noticed how her eyes glued to the constellation on the walls but her face looks more bewildered than curious which earned a questioned look from him:
"Why'd you look so concerned?"
"Constellations are real?????"
And Utonium laughed and had to explain to her that they're real and in the end after the talk he promised her they'll go stargazing one day after finding out she never go for those trips before.
Luckily, there seem to have a planetarium scheduled every 30 mins so he suggested they should go inside.
When they're seated and the show started, Utonium couldn't help himself but gaze at Chloe, falling more deeply in love with her while she has her eyes locked on the ceiling looking at the stars in awe. There's never a day where he doesn't have those warm fuzzy feelings in his chest whenever he thinks about her, she's live in his mind basicly rent free since 73' but somehow he feels a bit extra sappy for her, maybe he's at the place he loves, maybe it's because he's able to talk about things he loves to the person he loves so dearly without any worries or anyone belittling him, or maybe it's Chloe believing in his goal and passion and gave him a little push today to encourage him spreading his love of science for others. There's too much in his mind right now yet there's nothing in his mind at the same time whilst he looked at her through half lidded eyes intoxicated by his feelings for her. And Chloe is clueless about his inner thoughts and him looking at her so softly and lovingly in the dimmed theatre.
When the narration starts to mention the audience being possibly the brightest star despite a very brief moment in the Galaxy, Chloe turns her head to look at Utonium only to notice him been staring at her for the past minutes with a soft smile on his face. Usually, she's always so quick to tease him about staring just to make him flushed but today, maybe she got caught up in the moment just like him and peered into his starry eyes lovingly. She had nothing to say when they locked eyes in adoration and even more so when Utonium's hands cupped her cheeks gingerly, pushing away a strand of rogue hair from her eyes before he sealed her lips with a soft kiss. When he pulls away, he suddenly feels a bit afraid that he pushed too far and was about to apologize, but when Chloe returns his feelings, her hand brushing his face slowly before returning his kiss, he knows she feels the same way about him and glad he made the first move.
There's approximately 200 billions, trillions of stars above them, yet both of them shines the brightest at that brief moment of time. And he still believes she's his brightest star til this day ;w;
#i never been to any planetarium before and im going to put that in my bucket list#maybe alone I dont see myself dating anyone lol#going to the science museum alone is very fun though! i did it twice and it was really fun!#the one that I went to have space and prehistoric diorama inside and its really cool to try out running in 0 gravity treadmill pants#and prehistoric air does smell like farts lol#anyway oof yes i initially wanted them tonhave their first kiss during new year#but its kinda cliche to me and I want it to be related to something he likes ;w;#tl;dr : me just wann kissy from nerdy boyfriend 🤧🤧🤧🥺#jsyk its hard for me to type all of this both of my index finger cuz i broke my thumb nail but i will sacrifice my hand for my brainrot#ok i will go to sleep now goodnight#asuka speaks#selfship#selfshipping#selfship community#selfshipping community#self insert oc#selfship headcanons#professor utonium#ppg professor#you had me at hello 📝
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Okay I've got one: Prompt 15 with Reds. 🤣🤣🤣
15. “I can’t hear a word you’re saying, I just keep thinking about how good that mouth feels.”
Somehow they can make even breathing a competition.
Send me a prompt and some characters! Reminder that the challenge is to make everything SFW, so we're getting creative here.
List of prompts
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“So, we’ve called the paramedics and they’re on their way, but until they arrive it’s up to us. Remember the acronym, kids: C-A-B. What’s the first thing you do?”
Aiyeesha Simpson, a gunner in the making destined for academic greatness and social ruin, raised her eager hand. “Find a flat surface to lay him down!”
“Correct.” Blossom took Brick by the shoulders and shoved him down to the floor. A gaggle of Girl Scouts gathered around him as he wheezed for air.
“Ow,” he said.
Blossom patted his chest. “Please choke more quietly.”
I will end you, he thought so loudly he hoped she could hear him through the murder in his eyes. There was community service, and then there was cruel and unusual punishment. When his required hours were up and his record expunged, he was going to write a very negative Yelp review of the local Townsville Girls Scouts of America chapter and tank this year’s cookie sales. Supremely annoying, outrageously petty, and totally legal. That would teach Blossom for sure.
“Place your hands here between the nipples.”
Some of the Cadette Girl Scouts giggled. To be fair, Blossom of all people saying the word nipples in reference to her former mortal enemy as she trained a room full of twelve-year-old girls in CPR using him as the dummy was a perfect storm of absurd and kinky that he did not see coming. And now he was giggling himself, because he was a teenaged boy who thought the word nipples was funny regardless of the very clear contextual cues, and that pubescent shame was on him, one hundred percent.
Blossom, an ancient and inconveniently attractive evil resurrected in a lab for the sole purpose of making his life miserable, did not appreciate his amusement. “Push hard at a rate of 100 to 120 compressions per minute. Remember to put your bodyweight behind it, like this.”
Brick flexed, and Blossom pushed against his heart like she was trying to crush it in her hands. Once, twice, three times she administered compressions, and Brick’s eyes glowed red with impotent rage.
“Assist Blossom with her CPR lessons to her satisfaction, and we can forget this ever happened,” Mayor Bellum had promised Brick when he lost his temper and blew up an (empty) ambulance. Butch didn’t need his Super stomach pumped no matter how much he drank, so the ambulance and the four-figure bill that came with it were completely unnecessary. This defense did not convince the mayor, however.
The promise of the bill forgiven and his record cleared—and the deterrence of Aiyeesha Simpson filming the whole thing to upload to YouTube later—gave Brick the strength not to eye beam Blossom in front of the children.
“Okay, who wants to try chest compressions on the dummy?” Blossom offered to the girls.
You evil bitch, thought the aforementioned dummy.
After the third little girl properly placed her sticky, little girl hands between his nipples, Brick had had enough. “Hey, I’m still dying over here. Can we move on already? Jesus Christ.”
“Of course.” Blossom smiled, and she had never looked more terrifying.
Brick hoped Butch was suffering. He hoped he was hung over so bad he couldn’t piss standing up. He hoped Butch tried going online only to find that Brick had disconnected the Internet and cut him off from all his online games and porn because fuck Butch and his weak-ass stomach.
“Who knows what the next step is? Maybe someone other than Aiyeesha this time?”
None of the other girls seemed willing to stick their hands up. The carpet under Brick had scorched where his power leaked out in his building resentment for this entire situation. The smell of burned polyester just made him feel even more powerless to stop this.
“No? Okay, well, remember the acronym. A is for airway. You want to be careful about a possible neck injury, so gently lift the chin…”
Blossom’s hands were not sticky like the Girl Scouts’ hands, but they were cold where they touched his skin and forced his head back.
“Are the paramedics here yet?”
Brick got a tight fist in his short hair for that one, and he considered it a small victory. “No. Something about a shortage of ambulances, apparently.”
Biiiiiiiitch.
God, he was going to destroy her so bad.
“Once you’ve cleared the airway and confirmed there are no obstructions—”
“Then you kiss!”
Some girls picked up the giggling again. Blossom, ever the professional, cleared her throat. “Mouth to mouth is a life-saving procedure and not something I’d recommend doing to someone you plan to kiss.”
Wow, great advice.
Some girls still giggled and whispered to each other. Brick had a sinking feeling that this was only going to end with his embarrassment: everyone knew that the cold judgment of pre-pubescent girls was the absolute worst type of judgment a person could suffer.
“Are you gonna show us?”
“Well, I don’t think I need to show you all how to breathe—”
“It’s in the manual! You have to demonstrate every step.” Aiyeesha waved the CPR manual, and Brick realized his misjudgment. She was no vapid goody two-shoes in the making, but a future Honors Student with a secret, a Work Hard Party Harder, an Ivy League Early Decision candidate with all of senior spring semester to slack off because no one was ever going to touch her 4.3 GPA.
Aiyeesha beamed a winning smile at Brick, and it was as chilling as Blossom’s.
Jesus Christ, there are two of them.
True to form, Blossom had never been able to defy a good instructions manual. “I suppose if it says so in the manual…”
Locking lips with Blossom was not a big deal. He’d done it before when they were kids, and he could appreciate the irony of a gesture meant to save his life this time rather than end it. She didn’t even try to mess with him by using her ice breath, just went through the motions as described in the instructions. The girls were disappointed with the lack of hormonal fanfare of it all, which was probably for the best. Leave it to Blossom to make mouth to mouth the sexless, medical act it was literally intended to be. He was almost upset, because it felt like she’d won something here, which could only mean he’d lost.
Disappointed but more educated than they’d been when they’d arrived two hours ago, the Girl Scouts dispersed after the lesson, leaving Blossom and Brick to put away the equipment they’d used.
She held a dummy torso, and she was looking at him with that pinched, constipated look she got when she was about to say something especially snobby. Instead, she surprised him. “Brick, thanks for being mature about it. I can honestly say you surprised me.”
He stared at her.
“I’ll talk to Mayor Bellum. I’m sure you’ve done enough to meet your hours quota.”
He had not fulfilled even half of his required community service hours and they both knew it.
“So yeah, thanks. I can finish up here if you want to leave.”
Was she trying to get rid of him? Why?
“Brick? Why are you looking at me like that?”
When Blossom was winning, he was losing. That was simply the way of the world. So, if she was losing, it could only mean he was winning.
“Are you listening to me?”
Brick smiled in what he hoped was a cool, sexy way if he imagined looking at anyone but Blossom. “I can’t hear a word you’re saying. I just keep thinking about how good that mouth feels.”
Blossom stared. “I’m sorry?”
He would make her sorry.
“Yeah, you’re a great teacher. I could really feel your passion for demonstrating the lesson correctly. With your mouth.”
Her staring intensified. “Did you.”
“Oh, yeah.” He leaned his hip against the table like he’d seen in the movies. It worked for Daniel Craig in Casino Royale, and that guy had convinced Eva Green. Iconic. “I could really feel you trying to save me.”
Where was Aiyeesha with her phone to film this? There was so little he could do to rattle Blossom as they got older, and while the challenge delighted him, it was also exhausting being constantly a step behind her. Was this truly her demise? Had he won the Teenage Experience? Was this poetic justice for how she’d once killed him with a mere kiss, only to suffer the same fate in turn? He could have cackled. This was better than trolling the Girl Scouts of America reviews, although he might still do that because it was a genius idea and he had always indulged his own genius ideas when they came to him.
So infatuated was he with his own self-fellating digression that he was slow to react to Blossom sidling up to him. Her hand was still cold on his chin, and it sent a shiver down his spine. “Shall I save you again?”
Brick’s dignity drained with his blood, which was an unfortunate side-effect of being a teenaged boy that he would just have to suffer. But winning was about recognizing one’s weaknesses and working around them. He leaned into her personal space. “Please.”
He wasn’t sure who kissed who first, but it was happening and all he could think was I am better at this than you and I hate you and also Do that again. He tried holding her waist, and she fought back with her fingers in his hair. Not one to be deterred, Brick tried some tongue but pulled back when he tasted thirty degrees below zero. He immediately went back in because he could feel her superiority, her Got you, you horny idiot, but the joke was on her because he liked her cold, always had when it was hot as balls out and he’d make up any excuse to pick a fight with her just for the chance to cool off.
The Girl Scout troop leader walked in on them competitively making out in the classroom like it was an Olympic sport and put an end to things, leaving them at a frustrating draw for now. They said barely a word to each other when Brick glared at the troop leader so bad she flustered and didn’t even question them before running out of there with some excuse about getting the wrong room.
Later that evening, Brick caved and changed the Internet password back just so Butch would quit whining at him. He Googled kissing techniques and spent the next hour and a half watching YouTube videos and reading GQ articles about How to Please Her Like a Champion, because he was a champion and a winner and he was not going to lose to Blossom in this. Not a chance.
This had to be what they meant when they said kill with kindness.
“I’m going to end you,” he muttered to himself as he read about the top ten highest voted movie kissing scenes, which he would then stream and commit to memory in order to be fully armed and armored for the next time he encountered Blossom alone in a classroom. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe during their shared free period.
Truly, he had the most genius ideas.
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#powerpuff girls#blossick#ppg reds#ppg brick#ppg blossom#powerpuff girls fanfic#september fic prompts#great pick Carrie!#this one was fun
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Where Are The Beaumont Children?
September 04, 2021
On January 26, 1966, three children known as Jane, Arnna, and Grant Beaumont disappeared from Glenelg Beach near Adelaide, South Australia and to this day have never been seen or heard from again. The children were 9, 7, and 4 years old when they were last seen and many believe they were the victims of an abduction and murder.
The three children lived with their parents Grant “Jim” and Nancy Beaumont who had married in December 1955. The Beaumonts lived in Somerton Park, a suburb of Adelaide, which was close to Glenelg Beach.
On January 25, 1966, Jim dropped his three children off at the beach before going on a three day sales trip to Snowtown. Things were a lot different back in the 1960′s and it was not considered strange to leave children on the beach alone, and especially for the Beaumonts, as Jane the eldest child was considered to be quite responsible for her age.
The next day, January 26, the children asked Nancy if they could return to the beach and because it was too hot outside, the children were given permission to take the bus. The children caught the bust at 8:45 in the morning and were expected to return home by noon. The noon bus came and the 2pm bus also came and the children had not returned, Nancy became worried and called Jim who returned home from his trip at 3pm and drove to the beach to look for the children.
After searching for the children themselves, Jim and Nancy reported them missing to the police at 5:30 pm. Police searched the beach and close by areas, assuming that the children were nearby and had simply lost track of time. Within 24 hours the entire nation knew about the missing Beaumont children and it is still one of Australia’s most well known cases to this day. It was determined that the children were carrying 17 items between the three of them, such as clothing, towels and bags though none of these items have ever been found.
One witness came forward and said she had spoken with three children who matched the description of the Beaumont children on the day they went missing around 7pm near the Patawalonga Boat Haven. The haven was drained on January 29, 1966 but nothing was found.
Several other witnesses came forward claiming that they had seen children in Colley Reserve near the beach with a tall man with fair to light brown hair, a thin face, a sun-tanned complexion, in his mid 30′s with a thin to athletic build wearing swim shorts. The witnesses said the children were playing with him and appeared to be having fun. One witness claimed this man approached them and asked if anyone had been near their belongings as some money was “missing.” The man then went into a change room and the children waited for him, then they were seen walking away from the beach later around 12:15pm.
Jim and Nancy found it hard to believe that their children would be hanging around the beach with a strange man, considering Jane, the oldest, was extremely shy and would not likely go off with someone she did not know. Many believe that the children had met the man on a previous beach trip and he had gained their trust. Arnna, the middle Beaumont child, had told Nancy that Jane had “got a boyfriend down the beach” but Nancy thought Arnna meant a playmate and didn’t think much of it until they went missing.
A shopkeeper claimed to see Jane buying pasties and a meat pie with more money than their mother had given them. The shopkeeper knew the children quite well and knew that they had never boughten meat pies before, therefore proving the theory that the children must of gotten money and had boughten a meat pie for someone else.
The last confirmed sighting of the Beaumont children was at 3pm, walking alone away from the beach holding hands and laughing. The postman had seen them and he was known to be a reliable source. It did not make sense that the children would be late and seem so unconcerned about it. However, the postman called the police back two days after making his initial statement and said he thought he had seen the children in the morning, not at 3pm like he originally said.
A local resident named Daphne Gregory saw the children with a man at 3pm on the day they went missing, and she claimed the man was carrying a bag similar to one that Jane owned.
Several months after the disappearance, a woman reported that on the night the children went missing she saw a man with two girls and a boy enter a house near hers that she had thought was empty. Later on, she saw the boy walking alone down a lane when he had been “caught” by the man. The next morning it seemed as though no one was in the house and she never saw the man or the children again. Police did not know why she had not come forward for months.
Other sightings of the children were reported in the first year they were missing, but none of these sightings ever led to anything.
A psychic named Gerald Croiset believed the children had been buried under a warehouse, under new concrete inside the remains of an old brick kiln. The property owners were reluctant to excavate but soon they did after the publicity had raised $40,000 to have the building demolished. No remains or any evidence was found.
Two years after the children went missing, Jim and Nancy received two letters supposedly written by Jane and another by a man who said he was keeping the children and was now their guardian. The envelopes were postmarked of Dandenong, Victoria. Police thought the letters could be authentic after comparing them to other stuff Jane had wrote. The Man said he was willing to give the children back and had set a meeting place.
The Beaumont parents and a detective drove to the meeting place but no one had shown up. Later on, a third letter from Jane arrived that stated the man did not show up when he realized a disguised detective had accompanied Jim and Nancy. The man thought the children had betrayed his trust, and decided not to give them back. No other letters were ever sent again.
In 1992, new forensic examinations of the letter showed that they were a hoax. Fingerprint technology later discovered that the author was a 41 year old man who had been a teenager at the time and had written the letters as a joke.
A lot of people have been considered suspects in the case of the Beaumont children, so we are only going to focus on a couple of them now. A man named Arthur Stanley Brown was charged in 1998 for the murders of two sisters Judith and Susan Mackay in Townsville, Queensland. They had disappeared on the way to school on August 26, 1970 and their bodies were both found in a creek bed days later.
Though he died in 2002, some consider him to be one of the most likely suspects in the Beaumont disappearance as he looked very similar to the identikit picture, though his movements were unknown at the time and he would of been 53 in 1966, which does not match the description that the man was in his mid 30′s.
Derek Percy is another potential suspect, and was Victoria’s then longest-serving prisoner. He died in 2013, but was found not guilty by reason of insanity for the 1969 murder of Yvonne Tuohy. A report in The Age suggested that Derek Percy was probably a suspect in many unsolved child murders, including the Beaumont children. He apparently had indicated that he might have killed the Beaumonts because he was in that area at the time, but had no memory of actually doing it.
However, Percy was only 17 at the time of the Beaumont disappearance and was too young to be the man they were seen with who was described as in his mid 30′s.
The Beaumont case was one of the largest police investigations in Australian criminal history and the case is still open today. There is a $1 million reward for information relating to the children’s disappearance. This case is known to have changed the way parents raised their children, with parents realizing it may be dangerous to leave their children unsupervised, which was the norm back then.
The Beaumont parents, Jim and Nancy sadly divorced and eventually sold their home, despite them living in it for years after the disappearance, as Nancy held hope that the children may someday return home and it would be a shame if their parents were not there. Jim and Nancy decided to live the later years of their lives away from the media. They both reported to have accepted that they may never know what happened to their children on that dreadful beach day.
Nancy Beaumont died on September 16, 2019 in a nursing home and Jim Beaumont is still alive today, at the age of 92 and still lives in Adelaide.
#UNSOLVED MYSTERIES#unsolved#abduction#children#disappearance#missing#australia#murder#beach#true crime#Crime
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BONUS ARTICLE AND SPOILER WARNING!
@RiseFallNickBck
I make it no secret I am a fan of the Powerpuff Girls. I got every original episode on DVD, saw Dance Pantsed and even enjoyed most of the Reboot (yes it has problems but there are things I do enjoy about it). But when I heard about the Live Action Reboot even I think it was a terrible idea and reading the supposed leak proved I was right. If this leaked script was indeed true, it would explain the re-working they’re doing for the pilot. So this post said that it is unsalvagable. I’m willing to give it my best shot. To add to this challenge: I am keeping the cast the same. And I’m not going to just use my own version of the Future PPGs.
First, for this, I would animate most of the opening to be cartoon representatives of the cast. This way, people will know this is a new take on the Powerpuff Girls off the bat. Inspired from the PPG movie, we see the Professor looking at Townsville and wanting to bring something positive in this town. The a recreation of the opening, you know, the Sugar, Spice and everything Nice bit. Then the Narrator talk about how they were successful, showing a montage of them fighting all sorts of villains. Also showing them slowly maturing and changing their costumes to reflect their personalities. Then puberty hits.
Two things I am going to keep from the Pilot script is Blossom doing some serious studying and Buttercup being a cheating lesbian. Like my own future PPGs I do believe Blossom being the serious one and Buttercup being the wild one makes the most sense. But for Bubbles, they want her to be Hollywood yet making her more like Brittany Spheres at her worse. So I’m going to make her more focus on that. She was tired since she was doing numerous interviews with various magazines. So when they confront Mojo Jojo, who is human, they’re not at their best.
Mojo does his thing, but because they were tired they messed up. Instead of tackling Mojo out of the giant machine like always, they tackled below it, With Mojo’s last words, he curses the Powerpuff Girls before dying, either by the machine being destroyed via explosion or the head falling down, crushing him (this will depend on the twist ending). Now with blood on all their hands and not because Mojo tried to be a hero by attacking the girls, they all take this differently. Blossom has PTSD since she feels she’s responsible for it. Buttercup, who you think would be excited about it, is horrified. And Bubbles being so focused on the spotlight ignores it by saying “that’s right villains! If you mess with Townsville ever again expect the same!”
After that statement, there are no more villains in Townsville. They either quit or left Townsville. The Professor, who is not trying cash in on them, sends them to therapy to help them deal with it. Bubbles is in denial, Buttercup is getting better, but Blossom needs more of it. And when they turned 18, they felt it was best to move on. Buttercup is a traveling hero now, saving the day where she can and sleeping around when she can’t. Blossom graduated college, got the job at the Biotech Firm in Boston and has a boyfriend with Clive. She still goes to therapy and she is seemingly better. Bubbles went to Hollywood to cash in on her fame. No blonde drunk here. The Professor? Well, he is dating Sara Bellum after the Mayor lost and she was out of a job. She now works as an office secretary while the Professor is still doing his thing.
Currently being the Mayor is one Jones (played by Jojo’s actor). He is up for re-election and seems to be losing his chance at a second term. So he comes up with an idea: bringing back the Powerpuff Girls to Townsville. Even after the girls left Townsville has been pretty safe (at least to the the public’s knowledge) so he figured them coming back would give his campaign a boost. Around the same time, the Professor began to notice that there is an unusual concentration of high frequency technology happening recently. He fears that Darkness is coming back to Townsville and decided to call the Powerpuff Girls. Buttercup is a little worried but is alright. She promise to call the girl later. Bubbles sees this as an opportunity to get a chance in the spotlight, so she informs the media about a PPG reunion and gets her camera crew and agent. Blossom panic attacks as Clive reminds her of her therapy. Blossom calms down and decides to go see. It can’t be too serious she thinks.
When Buttercup arrived at Townsville’s Airport, Bubbles is there with her cameraman and manager. They take an uber as they catch up. When they arrive at Townsville, the media is there since Bubbles informed them. Buttercup tries to get pass them but Bubbles embrace them. Especially a little girl who seems to be a fan. While Blossom is her favorite, she is excited to finally see them all in action. She asks for a hug, Bubbles goes in (thinking it’ll be a great camera shot), a caterpillar crawls up from around the girl to Bubbles, Buttercup flicks it, Henrietta said it was her pet and Buttercup rushes Bubbles inside. Blossom was already inside, sneaking in with Super Speed since she doesn’t want to have another panic attack. With the Professor there they he makes a claim. Blossom faints
Meanwhile, we find out that Henrietta was an evil genius. She wanted that caterpillar to crawl into Bubbles’ head to control her. And with all three together, she continues to want that power to herself and makes a move. Sometime later, Blossom recovering from her panic attack. She does not want to return to the Super Hero life and the others are accepting yet still needs her help. They promise she won’t have to fight but they still got to investigate. Drake thinks that if they can find the source he can take care of the rest since technology is his thing. Though they decide to humor him since despite being a scientist he hasn’t have the best track record for detecting things. And it gives the three girls to catch up beyond bitmoji.
They decided to go to the Cano: the bar that’s located to the old inactive volcano that no one previously used. The owner is Butch who had a thing for Bubbles but she broke it off to presume her acting career, so he has a grudge. He’s cool with the other two. The girls catch up for a bit, Buttercup eyes Macy for a brief moment, they drink. Maybe too much as the three are different levels of dazed. Bubbles is making out with Butch while trying to find the source of an evil lab (at least she thinks she does), Buttercup is okay talking to Macy and Blossom is calling Clive while a little drunk. That’s when this guy who was Henrietta’s neighbor and being a little too aggressive. Buttercup does not take this well.
After being escorted out of the bar (with the exception of Bubbles because she is trying to milk it for the camera) Blossom was commenting on how the guy had yellow eyes which Buttercup dismisses. With the computer stuff, they wrongfully suspect a charging station to be the culprit. They return back home unbeknown that it was indeed Henrietta’s Evil Laboratory underneath it. She has an army of caterpillars and decided to send them after the girls. If they can’t get them themselves, they’ll get other people. Back at the home, they relay their discovery to the Professor. He could have sworn but eventually settled that “maybe technology is advancing faster than he thought”. He invites them to stay the night but Bubbles and Buttercup got arrangements. Blossom stays, hoping to get some more talking.
With Bubbles, as the Cameraman gets some shots of the city for B-Roll, Bubbles and Ace (her manager) look over the footage. As he praises her, Bubbles notices there was a kid there. Before she can recognize who it was, their van got hit by another car. It was four people with yellow eyes. Bubbles goes in for the attack, taking it easy since she knows she can beat them easy. But as she knocks one out, she notices a small caterpillar coming out of their ear. As soon as it went back inside, that person gets back up. As she sees this, another tries to sneak up on her to place one near her ear. She’s too fast and makes the connection. So one by one she KOs a person and crush a caterpillar. With one remaining, they decided to take their own life by snapping their own neck. Bubbles breaks down. With Mojo, she told herself it was his own fault since he was a bad guy. But this is an innocent person who got killed to get to them. Ace comforts her telling her that it isn’t her fault. He even suggest to forget the filming and go see her sisters: because if this happened to her the others have to be in danger too.
At Macy’s place, the two are making out, not noticing the caterpillar getting closer and closer to them. That’s when Bubbles comes in. Thanks to the Friend Locator she knew Buttercup would be here. Buttercup goes to see Bubbles as Macy gets infected. Bubbles is hysterical trying to tell Buttercup what is happening but Buttercup isn’t understanding. That’s when Macy hits her with a lamp. Bubbles punches Macy and finds the caterpillar and crushes it. Now getting it, the girls go to see Blossom. At the PPG House, Blossom is getting some one on one time asking for relationship advice from Sara Bellum. Unbeknownst to the two of them the Professor walks out the door. Sometime later, Buttercup, Bubbles and Macy arrive to inform them of what’s up. They went to see the Professor but finds out he’s gone. Not suspecting the worst (probably thinking he’s getting dinner), Blossom examines the remains of the caterpillar and realize its a mind control device. And after Bubbles show them the footage of the girl, Buttercup realizes something isn’t up. That’s when Sara calls them to the living room.
The news are reporting that Townsville is having a rampage and the Professor is claiming to be the one behind it. They see the yellow eyes and Blossom makes the connection that he’s under mind control. Bubbles realizing the danger rushes out the door to try to stop it. Blossom is hyperventilating as she can’t get back out there. Buttercup tries to convince her but decides to leave her be since she can’t let Bubbles do it alone. That’s when Sara comes to talk to Blossom some more. Blossom discuss her therapy session and all the issues she had with it. Sara makes a comment that calms Blossom down and makes her realize that she needs to help (basically have Sara be the Young Blossom). Meanwhile, Bubbles figures that since the civilians are standing in water, they can give a small electric shock to stop the threat without killing them. Henrietta then shows up making the threat to kill the Professor if they don’t stop. Bubbles wants to save him but Buttercup can’t keep the telephone pole up without her. The Professor falls. Blossom saves him and knocks the Caterpillar out of him. With no where to turn, Henrietta calls all her Caterpillars to come together to create a giant armor for her and the Powerpuff Girls fight her.
After a lengthy battle, the Citizens cheer for the Powerpuff Girls as Blossom admits that she did miss this. Sometime later, Clive hears Blossom plans and while he hopes she would change her mind he understands. The Mayor Jones arrives to thank the girls and hope they continue to stay. And the Professor thanks them for saving him. But Blossom feels that despite how evil Henrietta was, there was no way for her to have the funds to create such a laboratory and suggest they continue to stay to figure out the true mastermind behind everything. Bubbles and Buttercup accept as the Powerpuff Girls are back together once more.
The episode ends with Jones revealing that his real name is Jojo and he is the one behind everything. This is because Jones is really the Son of Mojo and he wants revenge on the Powerpuff Girls.
And that’s how I would rewrite that supposed leaked pilot. It may not be huge improvement since I kept certain things similar, but I do hope it shows that it could be better. My goal is to keep the humor parts separate for the serious parts and inject some more action. But if you have any thoughts, feel free to make your own version of the pilot, one that would most likely be better without the limitations made already.
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Me: It’s fine, I’m over Umbrella Academy, I can enjoy the show like a regular person--
Brain: Plot an au where Vanya starts her own superhero team.
Me, tumblr text file already open: Fuck you.
Vanya discovers her powers after running away from home in late high school and running out of pills. She can’t get a refill since her pills were created by Reginald for only her and “hey, kid, where’d you get these mysterious drugs from? I’m calling the cops.”
She spends most of her time trying to earn money by playing the violin.
She has a panic attack in an alley bc she’s out of pills and she can’t go home and oh, god, what should she do-- That blows up the alley. When the destruction is over, there’s a person standing there--a person with no identifiable gender staring at them with wide eyes. “You’re just like me,” they gasp.
This is the first of multiple OCs in this verse, provided that I work more on it. Maybe... 5 major OCs?
This particular OC is Taylor, one of the other 43 kids born October 1st, 1989, and they are a shapeshifter from France. If you follow me, you might recall they were briefly mentioned in this short post. They can shapeshift into any person, animal, or combination therefore at the cost of an extremely high metabolism.
Taylor immediately drags Vanya off to their hotel which they are staying with another one of the 43, Mason. Mason is an Empath from England. He and Taylor met online. His power allows him to both feel and manipulate other people’s emotions. He can even affect large crowds of hundreds of people.
Taylor and Mason have been scoping out the Umbrella Academy for the past week, trying to decide whether or not to approach them with the idea of joining. Mason thinks it would be irresponsible to not volunteer to help people (having grown up on “with great power comes great responsibility”. Taylor doesn’t actually care beyond preventing Mason from getting shot, but has slowly grown to like the idea.
Vanya immediately goes, “You naive idiots, here’s a million reasons why that’s a bad idea”, thoroughly explaining her backstory to boot. And then remembers that she suddenly has powers now and oh look! Another panic attack.
Mason puts a stop to that. No blowing up hotel rooms here, thank you.
But now, Mason and Taylor are up a shit creek because the only known superhero group is run by an abusive asshole and they still want to help people. And Vanya’s like, “Hey, I was basically right next to Reginald in the Umbrella Academy’s training for my entire life, I know how to train ppl to be superheroes. I can train you guys!”
And Mason goes, “Fantastic, also we should probably figure out why your literally exploding shit despite being powerless for your entire life. bc wtf man.”
Vanya: “That is a fantastic idea, also I’m having an identity crisis.” Taylor: “That’s literally my entire life, let me help.”
But all is not well in the city of Townsville, for you see, another person saw Vanya blow up an alleyway. It was... The Conductor!!
(No, it’s not jenkins, and while I haven’t read the comics, the Conductor isn’t going to be here long enough to matter).
The Conductor has been kidnapping and brainwashing musicians into joining his Orchestra of EVIL to play his Apocalypse Suite that’s totally going to end the world, guys.
(let’s just say the Conductor is lowkey psychic. Like, he knows this song is going to be the song that ends the world, but not when it happens or who plays it)
So, he was stalking Vanya, to save her from a life of homelessness by drugging and brainwashing her when he sees her blow up the alley and thinks “oh. that’s the missing piece.”
Vanya has only been training Taylor and Mason for three days or so when she gets kidnapped by the Conductor and Taylor and Mason are like “oh shit, we should probably get her back if we want our dream to become reality, also because it’s the right thing to do.”
It takes them a while to track her down, because they’re not heroes yet, and they get captured while looking for her, because they’re not heroes yet.
By this point, Vanya’s been drugged and being forced to learn the first chair part for the Apocalypse Suite, and some memories have been knocked loose. Like bby!Allison rumoring her. The dark room in the basement. And bby!Vanya killing a nanny or two. She’s very emotionally overwhelmed right now.
But she’s resisting the Conductor, who is not having it. So he threatens to kill Mason and Taylor if she doesn’t agree to play. So she does.
And She Brings Down The Building.
Vanya manages to keep herself, Taylor, and Mason alive in the destruction, but the same cannot be said about the Conductor, probably (IDK, if I decide to continue/write this, he seems like he could be a good reoccurring villain).
Vanya is very overwhelmed at this point because All she ever wanted was to be accepted by her family, to have powers like them, so the fact that her father deliberately took them away from her is devastating. Fortunately, she managed to get most of the rage out of her system by blowing up the Conductor’s building.
Mason and Taylor drag her out of there before the police show up because they blew up a building. By the time they get back to their hotel, Vanya has decided.
“Can I... can I join your superhero team? If you guys want me?”
Of course they say yes because they’ve bonded now, but Vanya is still very iffy about being on the front lines. Like, she JUST had a guy try to brainwash her into destroying the world with her powers and it was revealed that she kept killing nannies in her childhood, she’s not in a good place involving them.
But, again, she’s been next to Reginald Hargreeves for a long time. She knows about both training and leading a superhero team. So Taylor suggests she takes the head. Or perhaps... the First Chair.
Because that’s what the Conductor made her. She was to be the first chair of his Orchestra of Evil, to lead the apocalypse. It’s only right that she takes that back. Plus, as part of their job, the first chair is a leader.
And Vanya is a leader now.
Since I don’t know if I should continue this, here’s my OCs, their powers, their hero names, and their jobs on the team.
Taylor Devereux
Power: Shape-shifting
Hero name: The Chimera
Job: Infiltrator, Tank
Note: Has the world’s biggest crush on Vanya.
Mason Gaines
Power: Empath
Hero name: The Aura
Job: Crowd Control, Can Wipe Out Large Amounts of Enemies
Note: Both Taylor and Mason named themselves after Vanya’s siblings in an act of solidarity. Was the one to suggest it, along with the group name, “The Parahumans.”
Saniyah Best
Power: Technopath
Hero Name: Hijack
Job: Hacker, Information Gather
Note: Saniyah was the next to join. Discovered them through her hacking after being kidnapped to use her powers for evil. Sent an SOS, agreed to join if they rescued her.
Luiz Rocha do Amaral
Power: Elemental Breath
Hero Name: Drake
Job: Heavy Hitter/Lancer
Note: Found them on an online forum of all places and tracked them down from there. Is working on an animated cartoon of their adventures as a superhero team. Until he started training with the Parahumans, he thought his power was Fire Breath, but in truth he can breath multiple elements.
Sang-Kyu Choi
Power: Shadow Manipulation
Hero Name: The Shade
Job: Leader on the ground, Sniper
Notes: Vanya saved his life. While Sang-Kyu didn’t originally plan to be a hero, he couldn’t not repay that debt. Somehow, he ended up leading the entire team. He and Vanya are very close, almost as close as Taylor and Vanya.
Vanya Hargreeves
Power: Sound Manipulation
Hero Name: The First Chair
Job: Team Leader, Eyes in the Sky, Trainer
Notes: She cried the first time their group celebrated their mutual birthday and she got presents since she rarely got them before. Still remembers every note of the Apocalypse Suite over a decade into the future. Misses Five Hargreeves more than anything else in the world.
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#Umbrella Academy#vanya hargreeves#vanya deserved better#umbrella academy ocs#hargreeves siblings#hargreeves family#parahumans au#vanya discovers her powers early#minor fiveya
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I had this saved in my drafts for months 😅
CJ, aka Gloria Glory aka Columbia Junior, was the little sister of All American Hero Major Glory. You see, from the time they were little ldear older brother took his role very proudly but as they grew up, CJ wanted to follow in his footsteps as a superhero. Big Brother denied her the chance. In his eyes she was still young, still innocent. He couldn't lose his only sibling to the big bad ugly bad guys out there, or have her soul corrupted by the more...seductive ones like HIM. So every time she brought up the subject he'd shoot her down with the excuse that she didn't have what it takes. That girls need to stay and learn to become perfect housewives, play with dollies, shop, fashion, whatever normal teen girls liked to do.
That pissed her off. Storming off to her room and slammed the door.
The Major didn't mean to come off as sexist he truly had CJ's best interests at heart. But the world was dangerous, he was just being honest.
The younger Glory sulked in her room. That jackass! After everything she did to help him further his career he had the nerve to deny her a chance to pursue one of her own?! In her anger the cogs of her mind turned as a lightbulb appeared over head. Hmph! Who needs him? She had the money and talent she could create her own Hero Persona on her own! But where to start, she wondered.
Everything came into motion by the time the third AWSM assembly took place.
"There it is," she whispered. "My future."
CJ scratched her long wig as the bus bumped over the rocky road towards the mountain range. Flying would've been easier but she didn't want to risk being caught by the supers least of all her brother. She hoped no one was able to recognize her in her Valkyrie get up. She wasn't the only one: the whole bus were filled with Rock-God cosplayers hoping to catch Val Hallen's attention. She met him a few times, even thought of asking him out but her brother put a veto on that.
The bus stopped at the visitor center and everyone got off. The hidden redhead whistled at the sight of the grand mountain.
She saw where people were alresdy climbing up the stairs. She groused noting the number of steps. "Ugh this will take all day! The meetings probably gonna be over before I make it halfway!"
She could fly just a little but that still would draw attention. Sighing, she began her trek up the flight.
"Yes!"
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In the district of Odaiba, Japan, a young woman and a much older man was sparring inside their dojo. The woman hollered as she tried to strike him only for him to side step. She struck again, bamboo sticks clacking loudly as he countered the blow. A few seconds and she finally managed to swipe him off his feet!
She began to do a little wiggle happy to have finally beat her master at something!
Before she knew it she was on the floor in a daze. What...just happened???
"You must always keep an eye out for your opponent Sakurako" the old man chided. She huffed but allowed him to pull her up.
After washing and getting dressed she went into the living room, put on the TV and went to the fridge to grab a drink. The reporter was talking about some big meeting, the camera zoomed up high showing a big white monument where multiple supers flown into.
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Sakura shrugged. Who need all that glitz and glamor to fight crime? Besides she was pretty sure having a giant palace smack dab on top of a mountain wasn't the best idea. Her father came into the room stopping briefly to glance at the TV. "Maybe you will be up there on day," he mused.
"All those heroes and not a single woman up there," she scoffed. "They'd probably kick me out."
Back in the states, sunday school was in session at Townsville Baptist Church. Children stood on the benches singing their hearts out as a Black woman in purple and gold robes led them.
"Sing for me! Higher! Higher!" The instructor, a petite rotund woman named Goss instructed them. The altos rose their voices to an glass-shattering rate, holding the note before silencing, gasping for breath. Goss clapped her hands in satisfaction. "Wonderful babies! Massive improvement from last time," she complimented them. She looked at her watch. "Y'all have a few minutes to relax in the dining room before your parents pick you up! You've earned it!"
All the kids cheered (elated to not bear a single other moment of singing) and scurried out the room. Sighing Goss began picking up their papers off the floor. Competitive choir was no laughing matter. Being the proud teacher that she is she wanted every student to be in tip top shape for when they head to the Big Leagues. As she gazed around her sanctuary making note of every scratch and chip, she sighed. They need the money to save this church she can't let it go after it been in her family for generations. Sighing again she went into the dining room for a bite. There her students were huddled around the tv.
"Maybe we'll get to see Major Glory!"
"Glory is boring Krunk's where it's at!"
Their chatter died down as the announcer began introducing the Heroes. Goss watched with interest - that Nordic rock god was pretty cute - as she began thinking. Maybe she could do something that? Working with superheroes, she knew a lot of them had wealth hidden on the side. Not to sound like a gold digger, but she was willing to work another job if competitive singing didn't work out.
But how would she convince one of them to consider?
AN: OOOOK so first up we have our three main OCs: CJ, Sakura, and Gospelle. As much as I liked Members Only I disliked how OOC they made M.G. and Val for the sole purpose of making the PPG look better (something of a pet peeve of mine in crossovers). So I want to rewrite the episode so they'd act more in character, replace that ridiculous "Girls Are Better Than Boys" with something more in line with feminism/equality, and also Krunk will be there bc where the shell was he in that episode??
#oc x canon#the justice friends#major glory#val hallen#krunk#OCs#powerpuff girls#ppg members only#justice friends
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FusionFall Headcanons: Individual Fusions
Since the fusions’ personalities tend to mimic that of their OG counterparts and following the idea that they’re also greatly under Fuse’s control, I don’t know if I’ll have enough to talk about if I were to address each of them separately in their own posts. Therefore, I’m going to bite the bullet and try to go through headcanons on every fusion below the cut. This list may be subject to change if I decide later to include characters that I haven’t discussed much before due to which versions of the game they were added into. Wish me luck...
Ace: Fusion Ace isn’t overly dangerous, so you’ll find him just doing a step up above the small time crime the real Ace used to do, namely the mass destruction of property. Since he actually makes a really convincing double of OG Ace though, he blends in well among Earthlings extremely easily so long as no one traces his fusion matter makeup. He’ll occasionally work with Fusion Father to gather information or run other stealth missions.
Albedo: Albedo’s fusion seems to share his narcissism. Ironically though, without even caring about how much he looks like Ben... he looks more like him than the real Albedo does. He’ll only take advantage of this when given the order to do so. He and Fusion Ben sometimes work together to trick Fusion Fighters by double-teaming on their opponents in combat situations or convincing soldiers that only one of them was assigned to an operation so the other can work freely in secret. He thinks his OG counterpart is a coward and has no respect for him or any other being that isn’t one of his allies.
Ben (and his aliens): Fusion Ben’s “Omnitrix” is honestly more for looks than anything, but that doesn’t mean that every single one of his alien transformations pack any less of a punch. He can often overwhelm his opponents by rapidly shapeshifting, and unfortunately looks close enough like the real Ben to trick Fusion Fighters into doing his bidding or fighting amongst themselves. Unlike OG Ben though, he shows little interest in being an actual leader, instead doing what he can to raise himself up and pinning any faults of his on those under his command. Alien versions split from this fusion share a similar mindset, but are often a lot weaker than Fusion Ben himself.
Billy: OG Billy might not be the brightest, but his fusion is downright savage. Unusually keeping crouched low to the ground, he tends to move on all fours in a simian fashion. He seems closer to the typical fusion monster than actual fusion, with just enough sentience to speak--occasionally--and lead a small pack of monsters at a time. Whether he’s naturally like this or it’s because Fuse is exuding too much of his own will over the fusion is unknown. Nevertheless, that savagery makes his a fierce threat in combat. He also seems to be attached to Dizzy World, likely due to a positive memory tied to the location passed onto him from the real Billy.
Bloo: Fusion Bloo is somehow even more selfish than the real Bloo can act... Outside of his fear and loyalty to Fuse, once his work is done, he does whatever he pleases that he knows he won’t get into trouble for. Strangely enough, he seems to be one of the few fusions who takes an interest in things like eating despite the fact that he has no need to, as he took OG Bloo’s juicebox in “Leaderbored.” His imaginary energy, meanwhile, gives him a jealous streak against OG Bloo: He wants the attention and companionship the other has, even if he doesn’t really understand the latter or why he wants either. Those feelings have boiled down to him wanting to destroy the real Bloo, but a reluctance to honestly fight those Earthlings he sees as “friends.”
Blossom: Unlike the real Blossom and Princess, their fusions actually get along because they’re both selfish and manipulative. The one point where they butt heads is that, because of these same reasons, they rival each other for Fuse’s praise. As of now, because of her powers, Fusion Blossom’s taken the lead. She’s far more cruel than her counterpart, not hesitating to use violence to assert her position as leader of the fusion PPG.
Bubbles: If the real Bubbles is sugar, Fusion Bubbles is poison. She’s the kind of being who would only admire a butterfly if she’s tearing its wings off or an ant under a microscope as she attempts to set it on fire. She fights regularly with her fusion sisters for dominance, but gets along well with the fusion Kankers since she can lord over them easily and shares their overly sadistic streak.
Buttercup: Next to Samurai Jack’s fusion, Fusion Buttercup was one of the first ones made. While too reactionary and quick-tempered to lead, she’s had a long while to get used to how Fuse leads and what he wants, making her one of his favorites. As such, she’s more hesitant when it comes to fighting than OG Buttercup if she thinks that something might please/benefit Fuse if kept intact/alive instead. This includes vital enemies wanted for their information or skill like Dexter.
Cheese: Feelings toward this fusion are... conflicting, to say the least... OG Cheese has caused so much trouble for the Fusion Fighters that a lot of soldiers see a fusion of him as a means of forcing Fuse himself to suffer what they’ve had to deal with--potentially ruining his plans as their Cheese has for them. Sometimes, this happens: Sometimes, it doesn’t. It’s still better to take him down when possible. Fuse hates this fusion, but has also discovered that it wields a surprising amount of power. In the mission “Assorted Cheeses,” this fusion showed that it could split apart into smaller monsters and reform itself similar to Echo Echo’s fusion. How it has this ability remains a mystery, but it’s nonetheless useful to the tyrant.
Coco: Unfortunately for Fuse, making this fusion did next to nothing to help him learn more about or capture the real Coco. Even worse for him, Fusion Coco has a habit of helping his enemies instead. Since she does this through her eggs, he can’t tell them apart from the ones OG Coco drops everywhere. Often, the Fusion Fighters can’t either, so her secret is safe. Her mind is greatly unstable, her desire to do good coming in bursts caused by whatever may trigger them in the moment. Usually, this is if she sees someone in need/danger similarly to how the real Coco’s creator had been--which she subconsciously remembers. The rest of the time, she’s extremely aggressive to her enemies and Fuse makes sure to keep her on a short leash.
Coop: Fusion Coop was created in hopes of him finding a way to finally take over Megas. However, while that’s a work in-progress, his inventiveness has equally been proven useful to Fuse’s forces. He’s a bit of a sloth if he’s not interested in the assignment, but a good threat will jar him back in line. He often serves under the other scientist Fusions like Dexter’s, Mandark’s, and Utonium’s rather than work completely independently. He’s also good at breaking and entering.
Courage: Fusion Courage is probably the most unlike his OG Counterpart; bigger, badder, and always willing to put up a fight. The main thing they share is their skill with computers. According to “Critical Mission (Part 2 of 2),” Fuse put him in charge of one of his main communication hubs as a guard for the Fusion Uplink device. His bite is far worse than his bark, bringing with it an intense fusion matter infection.
Dee Dee: Fusion Dee Dee doesn’t have much to offer Fuse beyond her original purpose, but that purpose is extremely important to him when it comes to the war effort. As of now, she’s still the most useful to him in finding a way to best Dexter and Mandark, since they’re responsible for creating nanos and a good chunk of the weaponry used against him. However, she hasn’t been very successful so far, failing to manipulate Mandark or break into Dexter’s old lab due to the player’s actions. Her greatest strength is her agility, which allows her to slip in and out of trouble when it arrives. If she ever succeeds in serving her purpose, Fuse will likely get rid of her. The more aware part of her self is slow to act the more this becomes clear until his will takes over yet again, and she wants to prove that she can be useful to him in other ways.
Demongo: The power to rob and enslave souls isn’t anything that Fuse would snuff at. With that ability, not only can he copy the strengths of the planet’s strongest fighters through the creation of fusions, he can actually force those fighters to submit to his own will! This, combined with Fusion Demongo possessing both a knack for strategy and love for destruction, made the being an instant favorite of the intergalactic tyrant’s. As such, he’s allowed more freewill than most others, assigned fusions to support him, and regularly given tools or victims to keep increasing his power such as the initial theft of the souls OG Demongo had stolen for himself and the quest to claim the ancient beast deep in the Fissure in Townsville Park. If it weren’t for the Resurrect ‘Ems protecting Fusion Fighters from him as much as their own lives, he’d have an even more insane advantage than usual. Fuse may usually keep him close to his Lair to prepare for his arrival since the demonic creature is such a force to be dealt with, but there’s nothing this fusion would like more than to hunt down every strong foe he can find and prime them for capture.
Dexter (and Computress): Fusion Dexter is a mad scientist with all the self-control needed to make him one of the most terrifying fusions in Fuse’s army. He’s just as skilled as Dexter, but with none of the morality to stop him from taking his scientific endeavors to horrifying extremes. While Fusion Utonium is the one that focuses the most on biotech, that doesn’t stop Fusion Dexter from running experiments of his own on live captives. Furthermore, he’s ruthless toward any subject that fails to meet his desired results, willing to throw them away at a snap of his fingers whether they’re an enemy or ally. Just good enough is not good enough for him, and he constantly seeks to improve whatever he makes for his own satisfaction as much as to please Fuse. He feels he has a kind of secret rivalry with the real Dexter, that helping win the war also will establish himself as more than just a copy of someone else, but rather the improved version. Like OG Dexter, he made his Computress, but he sees her as a replaceable assistant. She, meanwhile, is rather emotionless compared to the real Computress since she wasn’t designed to be a free-thinking AI.
Ed: According to Royal Ed-viser, Fusion Ed is responsible for studying dinosaur DNA to aid in the creation of fusion monsters. This shows a level of intelligence that the real Ed doesn’t, likely run by OG Ed’s passion. He’s possibly been forced to pool all of his focus into a sole purpose to give him that intellect and neglected a lot of the freewill other fusions have. Nevertheless, his intense strength is equally as useful to Fuse for combat.
Edd: Fusion Edd mostly serves under Fusion Dexter or Fusion Mandark, depending on wherever he’s needed at the time. Sometimes, it’s to assist them in their work; Other times, he serves as an independent saboteur. Unlike the real Double D, he has no trouble getting his hands dirty, but does share that see-a-need-fill-a-need mindset--just for Fuse’s purposes instead of any good. As a result, Fuse is often fine leaving him to his own devices when he has no particular orders. He’s an extremely reliable fusion.
Eddy: Fusion Eddy shares OG Eddy’s arrogance, which often puts him at odds with other fusions until they or Fuse remind him of his place. He’s extremely conniving, and holds a ruthless command over the fusion monsters under him, but isn’t very strong himself and will turn tail the moment a situation falls out of his favor. This makes him just useful enough for Fuse to keep him around, but little more. He’d do almost anything to rise up the ranks and become one of the tyrant’s favorites.
Eduardo: Out of all the imaginary friend fusions, Eduardo’s is the one that’s been able to stay himself the most without Fuse finding out about how much freer he is from the hivemind than the others. This is because he’s too scared to refuse Fuse’s orders as much as he often wants to. As such, he helps the Fusion Fighters in secret when the urge becomes too great by leaving clues like in the “Fusion by the Sea” mission arc or slipping up on purpose. He might get punished by Fuse or even destroyed by a Fusion Fighter, but so long as that secret is kept Fuse will keep recreating him due to his raw strength. He doesn’t know why he cares about Earth so much and tries to talk himself out of it, but he can’t help himself.
Father: Fusion Father is equally as deceptive and powerful as his counterpart. His primarily dark form similar to the real Father’s allows him to sneak around on Earth better than most other Fusions--the main difference being that his flames are green instead of red/orange and he doesn’t have as good a control over his skinsuit. He’s even managed to go so far as to establish himself among Earth’s small time crime rings to gain some monetary value and understand more about how the planet works and what the Fusion Fighters are doing. This level of stealth and manipulation makes him a scary threat to deal with.
Flapjack: Being a simple kid with the goal of becoming an adventurer, OG Flapjack didn’t have many great strengths of his own that would be passed onto a fusion of himself. As such, Fuse never put much thought into Fusion Flapjack. He’s weak, but harmless to his own goals. As such, this fusion tends to carry out more menial tasks or is used as a distraction while more powerful fusions aim for their true objectives on missions. When left to his own devices, Fusion Flapjack is more interested in causing mischief wherever he can with a mean streak that his OG counterpart would be ashamed of.
Frankie: Similar to Fusion Mac, Fusion Frankie was created as a means of tricking and luring away imaginary friends. After her defeat in “The Fraudulent Frankie” mission arc though, failing to overrun Foster’s Home and with the imaginary friends now aware and warned about her, she’s been severely demoted. The only reason Fuse bothered to recreate her was because she can direct the Scribble Spawns and Extremospawns best: Another severe failure would likely end in her permanent destruction if she doesn’t prove her worth.
Fuzzy Lumpkins: Fusion Fuzzy doesn’t show much sentience beyond his ability to wield a gun, and is often just used as a distraction or to attack civilian areas without restraint. He’s only marginally brighter than the typical fusion monster, but often much stronger.
Grandpa Max: Fusion Max is surprisingly just as spry and smart as the real one--and unfortunately doesn’t have to worry about any years wearing him down! This makes him a clever fighter that knows how to take down a soldier with or without a weapon. Sadly though, he doesn’t share Max’s patience with anyone who stands against him.
Grim: This fusion’s scythe might not be able to send you to the afterlife, but it can infect you with a strong dose of fusion matter if he lands a successful cut. Effectively, this poisons the body to wear down an opponent, and can potentially take their life if he’s unable to strike them down first. Possibly due in-part to OG Grim’s long life and wealth of memories, Fusion Grim actually recalls quite a bit of knowledge regarding Earth and its history--which has served Fuse well in the search of useful tools or resources for the war effort. He’s also taken advantage of the suspicion of OG Grim being a traitor by tricking others and acting in a way to cement those worries.
Gunter: This fusion’s form was... unexpected, in a good way--for Fuse at least. While never having met Gunter’s past self as Orgalorg, Fuse knows enough about the being to want to untap its power for himself. Unfortunately for him, Orgalorg’s penguin body on Earth has extended to his fusion, as well as OG Gunter’s memory loss from “The Comet” making it nearly impossible for his fusion to also regain memories of that time or summon much of that nature. Only Fuse’s own evil allows a small fraction of “Fusion Orgalorg” to come out. In the very least, Fusion Gunter is steadfastly loyal to both him and Fusion Ice King.
Gwen: Fusion Gwen is a bit of a late creation, made in response to the activation of totems across the globe. Even with her defeat, however, she’s still skilled enough to be useful to Fuse as both a fighter and in the search/destruction of magical artifacts. Since she couldn’t stop the totems from activating, her job is to get now try to get rid of them. She works under Fusion Hex.
Hex: As much of what’s unknown about the realms of magic and the Underworlders to most of Earth, Fuse has no idea what they’re capable of or how much of a threat they may pose to him. His goal is to either take or destroy those forces as a result. Fusion Hex recalls enough of his OG self’s memories to track down various ancient relics, and he’ll often work with Fusion Grim or Fusion Juniper to achieve their lord’s goals. He devotes himself to researching spells and at least trying to match his counterpart is magical prowess, since he doesn’t have all of his memories. If he could, he would kill and steal from the real Hex.
Him: This fusion’s strengths are as mysterious--if possibly a bit weaker than--his OG counterpart. While his dark, magical abilities seem limitless, his state as a fusion force them to focus that power moreso on what he’s physically capable of rather than just summon whatever he wants or use mind control/empathic influence like the real Him can. That doesn’t stop him from playing mind games with his opponents as he beats them to a pulp though. Based on the mission “Doppleganger Gang,” he’s been ordered to capture heroes for Fuse--likely with the intention of feeding their souls to Fusion Demongo as the latter has already taken so many.
Hoss Delgado: Fusion Delgado seems to be regulated primarily to being muscle and one of the main defenders of the massive Dark Engine located in Steam Alley. He talks less than his OG counterpart, but has the same type of cybernetic modifications to his body and knowledge of combat/weaponry. He can best be described as a fusion matter version of a Terminator.
Ice King: Fusion Ice King is even more mentally unstable than OG Ice King, with no sign or even hope of him instead mimicking the trapped consciousness of Simon. While removing his crown seems to dilute some of his power, it doesn’t seem to be the main source of it, but rather a means of keeping strongly connected to Fuse’s hivemind in a kind of dual consciousness. Overall, his only goal is cold, crazed, and poisonous destruction. However, aspects of OG Ice King’s personality surface best in his relationship to Fusion Gunter and interest in... well, Earth’s females. It’s not out of any sense of “love/affection,” warped or otherwise, and he doesn’t care about whether they’re a princess or not: It’s just a thing he remembers from the real Ice King. As such, he’s more likely to capture rather than kill girls until he loses interest because he doesn’t even really understand why he wanted to capture them in the first place unless Fuse or another fusion gives him a reason. It’s all about a moment’s satisfaction that quickly burns out to him.
Juniper Lee: If the real Juniper Lee is a protector of magic/magical beings, her fusion is a destroyer of them: Effectively, an anti-Te-Xuan-Ze. As such, Fusion Juniper’s job is primarily to destroy all sources of magical power and ruin relations between magic creatures and the rest of Earth’s lifeforms by posing as OG Juniper. What she doesn’t attempt to destroy, she tries to take for herself to boost her own power. She’ll sometimes work with Fusion Hex.
Kevin: Just as how fusion matter allowed the real Kevin to be corrupted, it makes fusions of him too unstable to be of any use without turning into a regular monster or opposing force from absorbing combative energies/materials to its makeup. As a result, you get the monstrosities fashioned similarly to his 11 year-old self when he was still struggling with his powers. This fusion is a huge brute with an insane temper, but is always two seconds away from destabilizing if tricked into absorbing the wrong things.
Lee, Marie and May Kanker: Even as fusions these three as inseparable. Since they’re far weaker apart without any notable powers beyond enhanced strength, Fuse has kept them together during all of their tasks. The OG Kankers may be bullies, but this trio has a sadistic streak that’s hard to match. They will always play with and torment their enemies before ending them.
Mac: Due to OG Mac’s close ties to imaginary friends, his fusion was made in the hopes of tricking and luring them to capture--particularly Coco. He’s not the strongest, but can turn wild if sent into a rage similar to how the real Mac gets after eating too much candy. Unfortunately, Fusion Mac was created using one of OG Mac’s backpacks, and after the player takes it in the mission “Pack Attack,” he’s been throwing a kind of permanent tantrum ever since.
Mandark: Since Fusion Dexter is often leading the tech aspect of Fuse’s army, Fusion Mandark comes second with sabotaging or repurposing the Fusion Fighter’s tech--like rewiring Mandroids to make them work for him instead of the real Mandark. He’s as intelligent as OG Mandark with less of the ego, particularly because if he showed it, he’d likely be punished for it. Still, all of that outrage makes him all the more determined when hacking into systems and turning Earth’s machines against itself. If he could though, he’s usurp Fusion Dexter as their lead scientist, and secretly looks for any flaw that might take the other down a peg.
Mandy: Fusion Mandy isn’t known for her strength so much as her intellect and ability to manipulate others. As such, while she’s often working behind the scenes with guards to protect her, she’s still a commanding officer in Fuse’s army with a hunger for power that rivals only her intense dominance of those under her. Beyond seeing the advantages of having Earth’s living manifestation of Death on their side, she’s jealous of the OG Mandy for her authority of OG Grim--unable to enforce that same authority over Fusion Grim due to their ultimate loyalties to Fuse and separate orders. As such, it’s her personal goal to get the real Grim under her control before Fuse consumes Earth. (She has similar feelings regarding Fusion and OG Billy, but not to the same extent since his fusion is less of a challenge.) She views her almost as a rival to steal everything from. Also unlike OG Mandy, who is at least willing to show some compassion to those she’s close to, her fusion won’t hesitate to sacrifice her underlings to achieve victory--following Fuse’s mindset that they’re tools who can simply be recreated if desired.
Mayor: Fusion Mayor is extremely weak, but far more ruthless than the real one. Since he can’t really fight--and the Fusion PPG answer to Fuse directly instead of him--his primary tasks involve poisoning food supplies and similar objectives. He’s small enough that he’s easily able to weave around forces when soldiers are distracted, and his fusion pickles look harmless enough at face value that he’s succeeded a good handful of times at infecting a whole cache of supplies. One on one though, he’s easily beatable and Fuse doesn’t tend to put too much thought into recreating him until he’s fallen out of contact for too long.
Mojo Jojo: At first he was confused, but there were no complaints from Fusion Mojo when his counterpart stole his fusion bananas and gave them to his minions--only for those minions to ally themselves to the former with several becoming Spawn Simians. If OG Mojo is going to sabotage himself, then he can have at it! It makes his tasks creating tech for Fuse all the easier by giving him additional forces as backup. As a result, he’s more concerned about other areas of the Fusion Fighters than his counterpart’s and can’t take them seriously. He’d call the real Mojo an idiot to his face.
Mr. Herriman: This fusion is exceptionally weak, but surprisingly diligent to Fuse despite being based on an imaginary friend. He’s kept in the Darkland for two reasons: To be closely monitored and handle more of the organizational/administrative work behind the scenes. As a result, he’s often silently hooked up to the hivemind to file away and pass along information while other fusions are distracted with other matters in real-time. It’s not the most useful skill for them, but does speed things up. The heavy workload also serves as a distraction in care he does feel a sudden rebellious streak.
Numbuh One: Fusion Numbuh One is a fierce commanding officer, but worse is that he’s maintained a lot of the real Numbuh One’s memories of his time in the KND. Beyond the dangerous of him possibly having important knowledge regarding the organization itself, this has allowed him to plot strategies involving emotional manipulation to attack Nigel and other members of the KND, such as kidnapping Robobradley in “Skunk Support.” He also knows how much guilt Nigel feels over the events of the GKND, and isn’t afraid to use that against him and those he cares about.
Numbuh Two: Fusion Numbuh Two isn’t one for direct confrontations. Instead, he prefers attacking others through subtler means like poison in “Eduardo and the Pirates (Part 4 of 4)” or by sending out fusion monsters in his stead. It might be a problem for Fuse if the fusion wasn’t so good at improving fusion monsters through his technological skills and increasing the defenses of areas he’s already captured by turning them into waiting death traps. This lack of experience, however, serves to make the fusion both weak and overconfident when trouble does arrive on his doorstep.
Numbuh Three: Fusion Numbuh Three prefers to capture her victims when she can rather than kill them. However, this just comes out of a greedy, possessive desire. If she sees something she likes, she has to have it--and that especially goes for the real Numbuh Three’s things. If it’s an actual person in question, she’ll view them as a toy. However, if you play along, you might have an easier time of tricking her and escaping. Just make sure you succeed...
Numbuh Four: Fusion Numbuh Four isn’t very different from his counterpart, just that he’s serving on the opposite side of the war and can always focus 100% of his energy on his missions. This basically makes him a fighting machine, who only seems to get stronger the angrier he gets in battle. He’s often made to fight on the front lines.
Numbuh Five: Fusion Numbuh Five shares a lot of the real Numbuh Five’s strengths, but is far more arrogant She mocks her opponents constantly, doing whatever she can to through them off or upset them. This includes going out of her way to upset OG Numbuh Five by stealing her candy and irradiating it despite it having little importance to the war effort. She doesn’t seem to be as smart as OG Numbuh Five though, since she tried to make an imaginary friend of her own--likely as a minion--when fusions don’t have imaginary energy and was tricked into believing the player was that friend in “Imaginary Reinforcements (Part 4 of 4).”
Princess: While not the most powerful, Fusion Princess’ combined tech and rage make her a fierce foe. However, she often makes sure to let fusion monsters do her dirty work ahead of time or even tries to manipulate Earth’s denizens first with empty promises of gain before trying to get rid of them after their usefulness is up. She belittles other fusions, starting fights with the more aggressive ones before their seniors threaten them back in line.
Professor Utonium: To make himself all the more useful to Fuse--and partly in competition with Fusion Dexter--Fusion Utonium experimented on himself to increase his physical strength and give him tentacles shooting from his back as an additional weapon. While Fusion Dexter focuses primarily on weaponry/cybernetics, Fusion Utonium focuses on biotechnology and mutations. Rather than simply destroy Earth’s lifeforms, he wants to see how they might be further corrupted to serve Fuse. He worked with Fusion Mandark to create the Scribble Spawns and works with Fusion Mojo Jojo to investigate the creation of the Spawn Simians.
Samurai Jack: Noted as one of--if not the--first fusion created, he’s had more than enough time to prove his usefulness to Fuse with great success. OG Jack is a warrior above all others among Earth’s forces, so his fusion plays a similar role. Few have been able to face him in combat due to his strengths matching his counterpart’s: If he had all of OG Jack’s memories, without being controlled by Fuse’s hivemind as much as he is, he’d be pretty much unstoppable. Even still, only those who have some guidance under OG Jack himself can really seem to face him. Similar to Fusion Demongo, Fusion Jack is kept in the Darklands as a means of leading/defending some of Fuse’s most important assignments/strongholds to the war effort.
Stickybeard: Fitting of a fusion based on a pirate, Fusion Stickybeard’s main objectives involve attacking and pillaging from soldiers. Most of his targets are those stationed away from the main bases, but he will occasionally steal from more important locations if given the order. His work has caused a lot of trouble from ruining supply lines to robbing integral information to the war effort. In the mission “Fusion Pirate’s Pillage,” he even managed to steal items for nano creation before the player stole them back.
Tetrax: OG Tetrax’s intergalactic mercenary experience made his fusion just as tough to beat. Not only can he handle fighting against Earth’s forces, but he also can direct some of Fuse’s allies like the Ectonurites. Never losing his cool, he’s a strategic, ruthless general to the end.
The Scotsman: Since this fusion’s sword doesn’t have the same magical properties as his OG counterpart, he’s mainly used as a relentless force of muscle--enough so to even gain a reputation among Earth’s soldiers. His Fusion Blade contains stronger concentrations of fusion matter than usual and therefore can infect victims with each cut like Fusion Grim’s scythe and Fusion Jack’s sword can. He often serves under Fusion Demongo, acting as an extension of the latter since he can’t often leave Fuse’s Lair.
Toiletnator: This fusion is one that Fuse looks at and goes, “Well... you exist.” He doesn’t have high expectations of Fusion Toiletnator, so he just lets another fusion give him orders for mostly menial tasks when needed. He’s not as clumsy as his counterpart, so he’s actually quick to get his tasks done.
Vilgax: While Fusion Vilgax is a powerful force to have on his side, Fuse really just savors having him due to how insulting he knows it is for the real Vilgax. Fuse never thinks of most other lifeforms as much more than bugs to stomp out before he absorbs their words, but he’s actually had a few run-ins with OG Vilgax during previous conquests to think of him as a very annoying gnat. Therefore, while he entrusts Fusion Vilgax with serious missions, he’ll also sometimes cause him to suffer in particular when he’s frustrated or if he knows OG Vilgax will see it as a means of showing off his power like a megalomaniac.
Wilt: Out of all the imaginary friend fusions, Wilt’s is the most difficult to control. He’s just too much like his counterpart: Overly apologetic with a strong desire to show kindness whenever he goes. Fuse constantly destroyed and recreated this fusion because he couldn’t follow through with orders--and may have deemed him too much trouble to keep around were it not for his borderline desperate sense of loyalty and the cybernetics that Fusion Mandark would later give him. Beyond an increase of strength, these cybernetics serve a double purpose: They aid in enforcing Fuse’s hivemind for Fusion Wilt in-particular and serve as a means of altering his persona by catering to the role of the evil Lord Snotzax, which OG Wilt took in the episode “Make Believe it or Not.” Even still, you’ll find that Fusion Wilt’s dark side isn’t so dark. The mission “Fizzy Rox and Roll” shows him only stealing candy. The worst he’s seemed to have done was set up Gooby Traps in the “Xtra Large Fusion” mission arc before going into hiding. As such, he’s pretty low on the totem pole when it comes to leading Fuse’s army.
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any colorcrack ship heehoo
Pairing: Blossutch (Blossom x Butch)
Fandom: PPG
Tag list: @shellielyzabeth @over-under-through1 and @yosuehere (for no reason winkwink)
so we just gonna pretend like i didnt know who sent this. And i'm also gonna pretend that you aren’t tempting me with Blossutch.....but...Blossutch...
Okay but evil Blossom??????
also this oneshot got outta hand but im okay with it. This is filled with flashbacks sorta and don’t ask me how the town got destroyed cause idk
Triggers: mild blood, minor character death
I hope you enjoy because i really like this :)
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She could recall the first time she had used her powers for evil. It was a whirlwind of emotion as the bodies fell to the ground one after the other. The people she vowed to save now were at their knees begging for mercy before she turned the other cheek and walked away. The vision of perfection was no more.
It was devastating to feel that crack. Her heart slowly turned black until it became locked up against her will. There was no turning back now. She once scoffed at the saying "You either die a hero, or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain." Now it was a cruel future.
Instead of leaving the place she once called home, she stayed and lived above it all. Her powers were now her protection as death threats and missiles were sent her way each day. She ignored them of course. She took a book out of Princess and had others do her bidding, but her hands had seen blood many times.
It was too late now.
The falling of Townsville wasn’t something anyone had ever thought would happen. Not when the three supers lived within the city limits. As they grew up, the city had stayed protected no matter how many robbers, villains or monsters threatened their home, they always saved the day.
And then it happened. Something unexplained had taken over the city like a thick fog. The girls did their best to try and stop it but something had changed the minds and the hearts of the people.
When the world goes to shit, you have two choices. Save the world and fight for what is right or watch it burn slowly and take what you can. Rebuild the empire to your liking and every negative thing about humans will be revealed.
Humans are selfish, even the purest ones have corrupt thoughts. As the world is on its deathbed, true colors show. He had known it all too well and yet he was one of the dumbest people for thinking he could change it back. Restore good and evil, even though he was brought up with the lather.
Corruption and destruction were his game while being a hero was hers. It was plain and simple. He was bad and she was good. Or so that was how the story was told. Maybe the story had lost its way a long time ago. Nothing was ever that black and white.
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Then the world had lost its mind and he was now bound to a chair with chains biting into his skin and the once notorious sweetheart was standing there with a blade and enough ammo to kill half the city. Sometimes he didn’t want to believe it. That she had lost the hero's glow and fell into the darkness he knew personally.
Why should he fix this mess when the world has shunned him? It was the same question she had asked herself long ago.
He sat watching her. His voice was muffled by a shitty cloth rag that he could easily spit out whenever, but he would play her game. His fingers tapping on the armrest as he twitched in his seat, he was never good at staying still for long.
The first time he had met her was back when they were kids. She was bright eyed and witty. A leader for those who needed one and had a killer punch. Although they weren’t pair counterparts, they had more in common than not. He found himself near her more often as the years passed.
Now she just had a killer punch.
He had been watching her for quite some time now. Usually people in his position would be dead but he wasn't like them. He was better. He understood her even with that mask on. He might have special powers with shield but she somehow had one he could barely break.
She was staring out of the giant windows of her private office. The sunset sat on the horizon and if the city wasn’t in complete chaos then he would have thought it was beautiful. It was a massive space overlooking the city. He knew this place quite well but it felt foreign and lost as if it was a memory he tried to remember but never had.
Her grip on the knife tightened as she turned and walked up towards him. Her eyes raking over him as if she were examining her prey like a vulture. She was the embodiment of everything good in this world even if she was wearing all black and hadn’t smiled in years. He couldn’t blame her but he missed the way the corners of her eyes would crinkle when she laughed and the blush that tinted her cheeks. If he could go back in time for one more moment of that, he would in a heartbeat.
He gave her a raise of his eyebrows and she scoffed. It was too quiet for his liking so he shuffled the cloth out of his mouth.
“Blossom.” he spoke and she shivered as if no one had said her name in years, and maybe they didn’t.
She wasn’t the Blossom who was a golden child and adored by the world anymore. In fact her name sent fear through the bodies of those who dared to utter it. Instead of everything nice, she was just a black hole that sucked out the life of everything around her.
“Butch.” She replied and he didn’t think hearing his name come from her would hurt so much.
“Let me go.” He stated as if she would. They both knew he could break out of them. They weren’t stupid but maybe playing to the worlds cruel game was all they had left.
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Most people couldn’t say they saw the hero fall. Dying a hero was something her sisters had the pleasure of receiving and yet their sister was now the queen jewel of the evil capital.
The day he held her at the funeral. She had to watch the blood pool around her sister's lifeless bodies and there was nothing she could do. She had saved the city countless times and the minute that it went up in flames, her sisters lives were target practice and those who cheered them on had now put the stake through them.
The horror of seeing her sister smile as she died in her arms haunted her. She wondered why she was the only one to survive.
“You’ll save the day, you always do.” Bubbles had said happily as if she wasn’t bleeding out of her stomach.
Next to Buttercup choked on bile as she used her last strength to smile and brush the matted hair out of her sister's face. “You’re a leader Blossom, always were. Always will be.”
Sometimes if she was alone with her thoughts for too much time she could hear her sister's laughter and the snarky comment of the other one. She could see them flying around, playing tag and just having childish fun.
But it was all gone now.
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Behind her on the desk was Octi. The infamous plush of the youngest sister. Blossom wanted to blast it to shreds and never see it again but he had convinced her to keep it. He stared at it then back to her. He wondered if she ever held it close to her chest and allowed herself to grieve, probably not but it was worth the thought.
He had been captured by her countless times. It was on purpose too. He broke in, stole something and hoped that she would be there ready to add another scar and they would fight, and then he would be thrown out. He would come back again and again just to see her.
He hadn’t seen her in months now. After a while, only her goons paid him a visit and he would just drop the item and walk away. There was no point if she wasn’t there.
And now he was in the position he needed. She was right there for the taking and he desperately wanted to hold her again, just like he did before all this shit happened.
He moved in his chair, the chains rattling and getting her attention. He didn’t want to play anymore and decided to send a green spark on one of them but her hand came down on his wrist snuffing out the light.
Her face was inches from his as her cold stare pierced his soul. Her eyebrows were furrowed and her lips were set in a thin line as if she was challenging him, daring him to break away. He loved her eyes. They once glowed with a vibrant pink that he could only describe as breathtaking. They gave her away every time but now they had turned to a frozen stone and it was harder to see what she was thinking.
“So you’re finally gonna kill me then?” He asked, his voice calm and collected as she continued to glare. The blade of the knife was held at his neck and he thought about moving forward to see what she would do.
“It would be easier that way.” She stated and that stung even when it shouldn’t have.
His eye twitched and his foot moved quickly to tug at her ankle causing her to move forward and her chest touched his. She had moved the knife away quickly. Now it was held above his head and he smirked before quickly hiding it. It was nice to know she didn’t want to plunge the knife into him.
“I always liked you better pressed against me babe.” His foot not letting up as the other one trapped her in. Her other hand was now gripping his forearm and he lowered his eyes. He wanted to know that the Blossom he once cared about deeply was still there. No matter how many shields she had up, he was good at destroying things.
She was silent and he waited. Her silence was something you couldn’t mess with. Those gears in her head were turning and the smallest shift in her eyes had given her away. He knew she wouldn’t kill him. She couldn’t. Whether she liked it or not, he was the only thing she had left and even if it was a petty thing, she knew better than to throw it away.
“Let go of me.” She hissed through gritted teeth and his feet only dug deeper into her ankles.
He smirked. “I’m the one tied up babe.” She used her free hand to slap him across the face and yet he felt nothing. He had made himself numb to the cruel world, the only thorn in his side was her and even that was barely scratching the surface.
But he hated that. He desperately craved for the pain even if that's all it was. Pain. A pitiful idea. He once lived for the thrill of the chase. The waiting of a battle as he was some cheeky teen stealing things just so that some girl would notice. The truth was his heart had been through so much heartbreak that it never went away and he was just tired.
He picked his head up from the blow and she was breathing heavily. Her knife was lowered and was resting in her hand. He shot her a toothy grin which made her bristle. “Mm playing rough today?”
Her face flushed red as she pursed her lips together and bit back a snarl. “Stop talking.”
There was something about pushing his luck that he thoroughly enjoyed. “Don’t be shy.” He snickered as he tilted his head up with a cocked eyebrow. “You can’t hide.”
“You really wanna be saying that shit while I'm holding this.” She waved the knife in his face and he rolled his eyes.
“Tell you what babe.” She frowned deeper. “You can kill me, go ahead. This world should have been destroyed ages ago but-”
“But what?” She rested herself in his lap.
Butch let out a deep laugh as he smiled. “You have to kiss me.”
Her face turned towards the window and he saw that she still wore the earrings he gave her years ago. He bucked his knee up grabbing her attention back.
“Just one peck and then bam, you’re done.” He said smoothly as he eyed the knife.
“Why?”
“You were the smart one for a reason, figure it out toots.”
Blossom watched him closely and she knew what he was doing. No. It wasn’t fair and she wouldn’t give herself that kind of relief. Years ago maybe, but not anymore. She didn’t deserve happiness.
She pushed off of him with a great force, breaking free from his feet before ripping the chains off of him with a powerful blast and stomping towards the windows. Her blood red heels echoing on the marble floor as her hips swayed.
“Leave.” She spat and he rubbed his wrists where the chains had been. “Just leave.” Her voice gave out at the end as her head hung low.
His eyes went to the door. He should have turned around and left. He should have just ran and went back to drinking and drugs and drowning back into the darkness, it would have been easier that way. But his mind ignored all that. He had waited too damn long to be in her presence again and he was a selfish asshole.
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He saw her fall off the deep end as the world turned its back on the shining light. They snuffed her goodness and took whatever innocence she had remaining and left her high and dry. She had pushed him away and lifted up the walls, she said it was to protect him. It never was. It was a cruel lie to justify how she felt. He understood completely because that's what he had been doing since he was a child.
The pain of losing the closest people to you was something they shared. His brothers fell to the same fate as her sisters and instead of suffering together, they had distanced.
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Her back was towards him and he took the time to look her over. He found it adorable how she still wore her bow in her hair, maybe it was to keep her sanity and pretend like it didn’t mean anything. She stood tall and proud back in the days and she was right now but it was different, she was different and he knew that.
Her hair was long and pulled back into the tight ponytail she always wore. He knew deep down she wanted to run to him. Forget back the past and go back to the days where they could be themselves. Even with the unforgiving circumstances, he thought she looked as radiant as ever.
He stood behind her before reaching for her hand. It had been almost a year or two since he had touched her skin. She could easily turn around and slice him with the knife, end him right then and there. The voices in his head had silenced as the tips of his fingers touched the slight curl of her palm and he felt the spark that he longed for. It was small but he had felt it, he prayed she did too.
He closed his eyes as he took another step forward and when she didn’t pull back and retreat, he held her hand. The once warm skin was ice cold and he didn’t know if he wanted to cry from how much she was suffering and he was once too blind to see it. It was crystal clear now.
He waited until his eyes watered as he felt her fingers curl around his. The breath he was holding was let out and he blinked rapidly to make the tears fade away. He felt how her hand tighten around his and her body shook slightly as if the wall she had put up now had a raging storm pounding against it like a dam on the verge of breaking.
He pulled her until she was flushed with him. He raised her other hand and placed the knife against his neck.
“It’s okay.” He whispered. “If it will bring you peace-” His words were silenced as the knife fell with a harsh clank and tumbled around until the ringing stopped.
She looked at her hands with a fear she had only felt a few times before. Her shoulders went slack as he wrapped his arms around her and held her close.
“They hated us.” She cried into his chest. “W-we saved them and yet-” She could bring herself to say it. He wasn’t sure if she ever said that they had died. It would mean that it was true, despite it being years. “H-how...how could they do that to us?”
He didn’t say anything but only clutched her harder. “They destroyed me.” Her head picked up as she looked at him.
Eyes wide and puffy as she looked at him as her lips quivered in disbelief. She reached for his cheek where the indent of a healed scar was. She had been the cause of it but it faded over time and she traced her finger over it, whispering to herself.
“And I destroyed you.” The heartbreak in her voice was unbreakable as he let the tears fall. He shook his head.
“No, you-”
She nodded and pushed away the excuses. “I did.” Her eyes were searching around his face wondering how much damage she had caused him. “You were my light and I did the same thing to you as they did to me.”
Her breath caught in her throat as his lips pressed against her cheek carefully. It was soft in such a way that if she were a porcelain doll on the verge of shattering.
“What they did to you is unforgivable but I don’t blame you, Blossom. I could never blame you.” He was honest. She might have pushed him away and even fought him but she was still the one who had held him when he cried and kissed his pain away. “Please baby-I. Please.”
There was a heavy silence weighing over them. His eyes were glued to her and he would be a fool to turn and leave now. Not again. They say the end of the world brings out the worst and two broken people who had seen their loved ones suffer and end tragically only meant for a catastrophe. Instead of a violent fight of shouting and guns a blazing, their weapons were tossed aside and the dam had broken as she stared at him.
The golden sunset was ready to fade into a new inky night as he told her he wasn’t leaving again as his lips brushed against hers. Never touching fully.
“I don’t deserve to have you, not anymore.”
“You don’t have a choice.” He stated and held her as she tried to pull away. “But.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out the gun with the bullet that could penetrate through their superhuman forms. “You can tell me to leave and I won’t come back again.”
She was once a little girl who called for her to save the day. A teen that people worship and even a woman that they feared. She had done it all. Phases come and go but the only thing that didn’t change was her heart towards him. She would be lying if she said she had forgotten all the times they shared. Forgotten about how they would sneak away during school and have their way with each other as she giggled endlessly. Forgotten when he told her he loved her the first time on the rooftop.
She was a fool for thinking she would throw it all away. The world had made a mockery of her when she turned towards the darkness for revenge and yet the thing that she could have done, could have, was right in front of her for the taking.
“Or. You can have me for the rest of time and the world can go to hell.”
The gun was held out to her. An offering that would either would vaporize any hope she had left, or could leave her feeling something more than just a hollow shell of a person.
She took the gun from him and for an instant she thought about holding it against herself. In that moment, the pain could end. She could easily forget about it all and fade away into the abyss. Her mind traveled to that dark place until the memory of her sister’s bright smile came into view.
“Blossom you deserve happiness and I think he’s the one for you.”
“I can second that.”
Her eyes looked into his and she saw a gleam of hope. The moment after she had lost her sisters was spent with her heart suffering and yet he wanted to be by her side through it all. He could have cast away those feelings and left time and time again but he was here.
The metal burned her skin as she held it, fingertip on the trigger but all her attention belonged to him. Her fingers twitched and shook as she asked him the question that weighed on her mind.
“Could you ever learn to love me again?” Her voice meek with a slight whimper.
Butch brought his lips to hers, touching them soft as a feather. “I never forgot.” And kissed her as if it was the last thing he would ever do.
Those flashbacks of them together before the decay of what they had known came back in a rush and she wondered how she ever let them go. His hand wrapped around her waist and he felt the upward curl of her lips against his as her arms came around his neck. Her body molded to his as she held him tight, afraid that when he pulled away, he would be gone again.
When the world goes to shit, you have two choices. Burn down with it or rise above and see the new horizon.
And when he looked back at her with a smile that felt rusted and worn, her eyes had held a spark that became reignited. Like a flower blooming after a harsh winter, the life from deep within herself began to resurface.
“I have always loved you, even in the darkness.” He spoke and he was blinded by the small smile on her lips.
“And I love you.”
Those tears on her face held years of misery but it was leaving her mind as she stared at him. The vibrant pink against an electric green. She felt those chains around her heart break off as the warmth came in.
“So what do you say?” He asked as he kissed her cheek.
“Let the world go to hell.” She whispered before crashing her lips against him and as if she was desperate to quiche her thirst.
She smiled against his lips as he let out a growl. Blossom pointed the gun towards the window and fired. The glass raining down over the city as the light from the horizon seeped in.
The idea of good and evil was long on when the city��s morals became corrupted. All that was left were two people who knew better than to become incinerated.
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Author Commentary
Ramblings from Yay Ninja Bob about her monstrous creation~
Besides working on my fic, I personally try to journal every day, and I realized that a lot of my journaling has become me pretty much rambling about the process of writing this damn fic lol. So I thought I'd share some of that for those who may want to know more behind my chapters from my author's perspective.
It's certainly not everything I can say, but it is a lot haha..
Chapter 1 - Thirteen
Behind the title:
Well, when I first began writing VillainR, I hadn't planned on having chapter titles at all. Mainly because coming up with chapter titles (or titles for stories in general) has always been something I struggle with personally. Anywho after I decided I wanted to challenge myself with chapter titles, I went back and named chapter 1 "Thirteen." Why? Well, it is the PpG's thirteenth birthday, of course there is that. VillainR as a whole is many things, but one major thing is it is a coming of age story for Buttercup/Joey/Jojo, as well as a story of self-discovery. There's a few important ages I wanted to cover and 13 is around the age where many kids start to "develop" and being a super-powered kid, Buttercup finally begins to develop her own "special power" at this age. I wanted this "growing pain" to be the catalyst for the events of Part One. So, I gave the chapter the title of "Thirteen" to try to highlight the significance of that age for Buttercup. The self-discovery made at this age is that special power (although they are unaware of it at this point). It's considered an unlucky number, and as it turns out, it is an unlucky year for our main character.
During the writing process:
First draft was written on Halloween night 2019 and pretty much all of it was completely scrapped haha.
I started writing it in first person, like the original Villain, in Buttercup's POV. I kept the events but approached it again in third person and liked it so much better that way. One major thing I wanted to improve on with the rewrite was character development which is pretty hard to achieve when writing in a limited POV of a character who eventually loses sight of much around them. I debated briefly on maybe doing alternating POVs between Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup, but then I felt like it would still exclude a lot for other major characters like Mojo and Princess. I could add them too but I thought alternating too many POVs would be overwhelmingly difficult (for me as the author for sure but I imagine for the reader too) Third person seemed to be the best way to handle everything and really my only challenge with that was tweaking the whole "unreliable narrator" trope which I will be honest is my favorite trope ever. It is a challenge to try to recreate the same effect in third person, but I decided that a close third person was the best way to 1) tell a broader story and 2) still set limits on the reader's perspective, and control when and how I drop information and attempt to recreate a similar experience in an entirely new way I've never tried before heh. (I guess I will spend more time on this on my notes for Chapter 6)
Second draft I scribbled out in another few days with this new approach. It began at the start of the carnival and ended where it ends. Simultaneously I was reworking my overall outline for the fic and began to narrow down all the characters I wanted to be my key players for this epic. Once my outline was expanded to include everyone, I added the scene with Mojo and Him. For me, that's when I was like "Ayyy it's all coming together 👍👍" haha.
Another thing I wanted to improve on was setting and world-building. So final draft I decided to include some "history" behind Townsville and that's when I worked out the final draft.
This chapter definitely had the most trial and error during the writing process than any other chapter other than 5 so far.
Inspirations:
Townsville world-building/history - much of it is inspired by the city I grew up in (for the most part) which is Los Angeles. I mean it has all the sort of settings we've seen in the show which are all pretty diverse right? Townville had to have a diverse cityscape ranging from a busy downtown setting to quite suburbs to upperclass mansions, beaches, an island, forests, etc. Well I knew LA had all that and so I tried to re-imagine Townsville as basically an alternate universe LA lol. Monster Isle, I based on research I did on Catalina Island. I imagined the Utonium household was in a middle class neighborhood like Pasadena- close to the heart of LA but still a relatively "calmer" part of the city. Morbucks Manor would be in the Hills like Beverly Hills. Downtown was the heart of the city like Downtown LA. I debated briefly whether or not to have the Gangreen Gang be from an area modeled after South Central or East LA, but eventually I went with East LA because TBH I am just more familiar with it since that's where my mom's side is from and where I grew up early on in life. PLUS East LA actually has a pretty big punk scene so that fit the story too with Ace being in a punk band and all that.
1998 PpG Show References:
"Oh my gosh they have giant Bunny-Bunny's at the prize tent!"
(Super Zeroes)
Pop Culture References:
(OK most of my pop culture refs are just punk references lets be honest lol. Why Punk?? - because it is rebellion and rebellion is the heart of this fic)
The Clash - OK in original Villain I established that this was Buttercup's favorite band so I HAD to have that back for the redux. Here's all the refs I crammed into chapter 1 lol:
"Oh, Man! It's so hard to choose, like, I love literally everything by them. But I gotta say it's a tie probably between their first album and London Calling."
"Hell yeah. Jimmy Jazz is my jam."
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"You know, my band does a cover of White Riot," Ace continued to talk music with the teenager as he lit his cigarette and took a deep drag. He held the smoke in his lungs as he continued, "Only we call our version Green Riot."
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Blondie:
The one artist Buttercup had introduced Robin to that she instantly obsessed over was Blondie.
(Some) Symbolism:
- Blossom is 5'9" and Buttercup is 5'8" - Buttercup is always falling one step behind Blossom.
- Bumper Car scene - has some foreshadowing and well...
Blossom sat behind the wheel of a red bumper car at the opposite end of the metal floored rink. Buttercup crossed her arms in protest, "No way. I'm driving." she demanded.
Blossom also crossed her arms from where she sat behind the metal wheel. "So you can just rampage and crash into everybody here? No way." She fastened her seat belt with a quick snap and placed her hands firmly on the steering wheel again.
"Ugh. That's the whole point of bumper cars! It's to bump the other cars! You're supposed to try and bump everyone before the times up!"
"You always take it too far, Buttercup. I'm driving, so get in." The redhead grasped the steering wheel in her hands firmly, and refused to move.
And...
"You drive like an old lady," Buttercup shook her head in disbelief as her sister managed to avoid yet another collision.
"Well, that's your opinion," she shrugged off the insult, "Personally, I think it takes just as much skill to avoid every single car in here, as it does to hit every single car," she smiled at her sister.
And finally a brief allusion to the OG Villain lol...
"Blossom!" Buttercup shouted louder so she could get her sister's attention. She pointed at the fast approaching purple car that zoomed towards them from their right side. Behind the wheel of that car was Bubbles who wore a rather determined look on her face as Robin cheered for her.
Blossom saw, but by then it was too late. Bubbles and Robin's car slammed into Buttercup and Blossom's car at full force, spinning Buttercup and Blossom's car into the wall of the arena. The loud buzz which signified the end of the ride then sounded.
- the roller coaster is Buttercup's ideal carnival attraction; it's got the thrills, twists, turns, ups and downs. And makes Bubbles sick.
- the Ferris Wheel is Blossom's ideal carnival attraction; it's a staple of any fair, grand and big, overlooks everything, and traditionally romantic
YNB's favorite scene:
Personally, I loved writing the whole exchange between Buttercup and Blossom in the car. Establishing their rivalry, Buttercup's jealousy over Blossom's special power and heroism, Blossom's projection of her own insecurities, their differences, and their commonality.
Final thoughts on the chapter:
I was pretty satisfied with how it turned out but I did wait to post it until I had a decent headstart on chapter 2. I was pretty nervous about whether or not I could stay personally committed to writing this fic so I just wanted to make sure I was really feeling it first, lol. It had been so long since I'd written fanfic so I just needed to be sure.
When I outlined everything I estimated the chapter length to be around 6-7k words... And I was surprised that it was double that at about 12k. Which was wild because on my outline each opening chapter for Part 1, 2 and 3 were supposed to be shorter and more like preludes to everything else. Well, I guess they ARE shorter chapters but STILL definitely longer than any chapter I used to write for my multichaptered stories. At the time I thought "Ok obviously my writing has changed but surely I wont go much longer than 12k for future chapters...." Hurr hurr.
Personally, I was pretty proud of myself for spending so much time on it and rewriting it over and over and all that. In the past, TBH whatever was my first draft was pretty much also my last draft haha. I cranked out a chapter in one sitting usually and edited it mayyyybeee lol. I just wanted to get it posted so I could move on and get to that next point in the story. But I suppose now that I'm older and a bit more self aware, I realize a lot of my own anxieties manifest a lot in my writing though and I can recognize it in my old works like the OG Villain where I JUST WANNA GET TO WHAT I WANT TO WRITE RIGHT NOW OK?? I forced myself to slow the hell down this time, take it one scene at a time, and when things felt off I took breaks, slept on it for a few days and came back with new approaches or ideas. And so far that's how I continue to work on it.
Also, CHVRCHES. I listened to a ton of that band while working on this chapter especially.
#villainr#ppg fanfic#yayninjabob#behindthescenes#writing process#chapter 1#let me know if you guys like this kinda stuff and I'll continue for the other chapters#commentary#author stuff
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Multiple System Atrophy... The diagnosis
After years of experiencing some mysterious and seemingly unrelated symptoms, I finally received a diagnosis in October 2019. It was something I suspected for months but I was still surprised and even shocked by my neurologist's confirmation that it was what he also suspected. You might wonder how I came to be suspecting a very rare disease that most doctors and even many neurologists have not even heard of when I am not a doctor? The answer is really my own curiosity, persistent research and the fact that I unintentionally scared the living daylights out of one of my grandchildren. It was that last point that made me determined to get answers in the hope that I could prevent it from ever happening again.
The good news is that I haven't frightened any of the grandchildren since that one time. The bad news is that it turned out to be something I couldn't control and that it was a harbinger of doom of sorts. What 'it' was was a nightmare...literally. My grandson suffers from occasional night terrors, but it wasn't his nightmare but my own that caused the kerfuffle. Eight-year-old Cam was having a sleepover and because of his night terrors he didn't want to sleep in a room by himself—fair enough. I made a bed for him on the floor of my bedroom. At around midnight, I began screaming in my sleep. I yelled, 'Someone call the police!' and 'Get out of my house!' over and over, punctuating my shouting with some blood-curdling screams while flailing about against an invisible assailant. I was awoken by the sound of our two sausage dogs and my husband, who had been in the living room watching a late movie, scampering down the hall. Cam had awoken in terror from my screaming and in the dark was running back and forth in the bedroom, not knowing where to run to for safety because, obviously, Grandma was not safe. Once awake, I was overwhelmed with guilt. I apologised and hugged a distressed little boy for some time and after a long while, we both managed to get back to sleep. Although Cam easily forgave me, he understandably wasn't keen to risk another sleepover for a while. Thus, my search for answers began. I had been having these weird and unpredictable outbursts in my sleep for at least a few years by that time. Although no grandchildren had been victims before, at one stage I did a Google search for acting out my dreams, read that there was a connection to some neurological diseases, decided that there must be a simpler, more benign, explanation and stopped looking until Cam's fateful sleepover.
I expected to find that it was something of no consequence, related to something I ate or some nutritional element missing in my diet. It didn't take very long to discover that no change of diet was going to fix it and my earlier web searches were probably in the ballpark for a possible diagnosis. The more I researched, the more three unpleasant possibilities kept surfacing. Those were Parkinson's Disease, Lewy Body Dementia and Multiple System Atrophy. I also found a dozen or more other less likely but still possible diseases that had acting out dreams as an occasional symptom. I researched every one of them, looking up symptoms and reading medical journals and research articles until my head hurt. It was like learning a new language and I spent a lot of time looking for meanings of medical terms. If there is one thing I'm grateful for, it is that I don't have Lewy Body Dementia. As cruel as MSA is, at least hallucinations and depression are not common symptoms as they are with Lewy Body Dementia.
It was only a few months later that other symptoms surfaced; bladder issues, then persistent headaches and sudden drops in blood pressure that made my head swim. I had my first MRI scan in April 2018 to look for a cause for the headaches. Nothing was found. I saw a urologist and had some tests that were unsettling and revealing in more ways than one. They showed that something was definitely wrong with my bladder and surgery was a possibility. I didn't think surgery would help if the problem was neurological. Finally, I got to see a neurologist and my hopes were high, but I was disappointed. Although he brushed aside my concerns about my dreams and other supposedly non-neurological symptoms, he did note a very slight abnormality in the swing of my right arm when I walked that I hadn't noticed. He didn't suggest a follow-up appointment. Also, after experiencing some unusual sensations in my chest, I had appointments with a cardiologist and more tests which showed some slight abnormality in heart rhythm, but nothing to worry about. The cardiologist didn't think my problem was neurological. Months passed, during which I saw two gastroenterologists and an ear, nose and throat specialist. A benign tumour was found in my duodenum, but nothing that was directly related to my other symptoms. But my family doctor had the bit between her teeth. She detected other biomarkers, such as muscle hypertonia, which I was unaware of and she could see something was wrong and assured me she wasn't giving up. She was suspecting Multiple Sclerosis. It was something I had not suspected because I had not heard of Late-Onset Multiple Sclerosis and I thought that after forty-years-old, MS was an impossibility. She sent me for another MRI and messaged her professor in Melbourne, whom she knew was an expert in MS and asked him who he would recommend in Townsville.
Neurologist number two did something very unusual. After asking me about symptoms and examining me, he said he realised that I’d probably been looking for answers for a long time and that I would have done some research.Then he asked me if I had some ideas of what I might have. I wondered how honest I should be, having had my ideas brushed aside by some doctors, but I decided to trust him. I told him the sorts of research I had done and that although other doctors hadn't thought my acting out my dreams was significant that I did think it was significant. Finally, I said I was able to eliminate everything except Multiple System Atrophy implying, I thought, that he would find some reason why it could not be MSA. Considering I was expecting him to let me know that there were other possibilities which I hadn't considered because I was not a neurologist. To my surprise, he agreed that my acting out my dreams was very significant and that he also thought I had Multiple System Atrophy.
You might think this should not have surprised me, but it did, and I actually gasped a little from the shock. The doctor immediately apologised for being the bearer of such bad news. His apology was lovely but unnecessary because his honesty and his straightforward approach were refreshing. There is also some relief in having a diagnosis after a long search even when it is a bad diagnosis. It was the inescapable realisation of what my future now looked like that had stunned me. Not that anyone with MSA can really know exactly what the future holds because it is so different for everyone. Multiple systems that the brain controls are affected, but no two patients ever have exactly the same combination of symptoms. It just depends which brain cells are affected in each patient. The reality is that there is no cure, no remission and no slowing of the progressively disabling symptoms. There is also no way of knowing what new symptoms to expect or how bad any single symptom will become.
Some people only live a few years with the disease while others soldier on for fifteen to twenty years. That’s what I hope for.
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4-8 for the s/i meme! (kittyandco)
Ahhh sorry for the late reply 😭😭😭😭 i swearrrr im busy and i just got swamped 😭😭😭 also I didnt knownif you meant by 4 and 8 or 4 to 8 so I just made 4 to 8 because I have time to kill before sleep :3
what's a song that describes your s/i? even better if you have a playlist!
I think she suits IU's dlwarma the most! She's carefree and she doesn't care about things happening around her!
what is your s/i's profession?
She's a waitress at a diner downtown townsville.
what does your s/i have most in common with you? what's different about them?
The only similiarity would be both of us are waitresses lol
For differences, there's a lot for sure. For one she's hotter than me and personality wise, she is friendly and a lot of people would find her approachable. It have this funny quirky thing called permanent resting bitch face syndrome and it deters anyone from approaching me. I'm also much more awkward irl and I don't talk unless it's necessary for me to do so.
Chloe is more like an opposite of me honestly. Most of my previous s/i is a reflect of me, especially personality wise. So Chloe's is my first time making my s/i more joyful, carefree, optimistic and also friendly as my previous s/i is gloomy and reserved hhhh
if your s/i was an animal, what would they be?
A squirel. There's no reasoning other than her hair curls reminds me of the curls of a squirrel's tail.
how did you get the idea for your s/i's backstory?
My previous s/i has a complicated backstory. It's hard for me to explain about her backstory because wat is ingles and I feel that my backstory isn't as cool and complicated as other's backstory in my previous fandom despite how much I do feel that her backstory is very packed. I don't like the feeling of having to make complicated backstory just so I could relate to other selfshippers in that fandom zzzz.
I'm glad that PPG is pretty much a laid back simple show because I'm not a very creative person and I actually prefer domestic life over being entangled with mafia and shit lol.
With that being said, I actually don't have a heavy backstory for Chloe? Since I'm still working on it (in my head lol you'd think I would ever put it in words) but basically, she came from a lower middle-class family with 6 siblings so she didn't get enough attention growing up since both of her parents work to support her siblings. She moved out at 18 to pursue her studies but while in college she met a rich guy and they ended up dating. She ended up flanking her studies in her early 20s and dropping out since she doesn't bother to study nor go to class and instead went to partying and moved in with the said guy before they broke off and she moved out again to a sketchy small rent house downtown. She ended up taking a job as a waitress at a diner to pay her bills. None of her family knows what's she's doing and she's pretty embarassed to admit that she dropped out of college and tries to keep it a secret from them.
For the conflict, I would say that she would probably feel overwhelmed knowing how much Utonium has accomplished when he was at her age while she has nothing other than a high school diploma. So she always feel doubt about herself not having a higher education and achieve any goals (or havin one actually) despite being in her late 20s and even more so when her boyfriend is pretty successful and has everything someone would ever wanted. She doesn't like the thought of having to rely on Utonium 100% and worked harder to pay for all of her bills and basic necessities to the point of exhaustion. Someone really needs to tell her she can just move into Utonium's house and offer to split the bills and chores without feeling any guilt, she's too hard on herself ;w;
I also feel that the other conflict would be that during her prime years going to parties and clubs, everyone knew her as the wild girl and years later when her friends found out she mellowed down, ended up working at a diner and then settling down with a humble reserved nerd would put her friends off and even more so when they knew the age gap between them.
#ask#ask game#tha k you for the ask! this eas fun to answer before i sleeb ;w;#self insert#self insert oc#selfship ask#s/i:chloe burbank
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Young Hope: Chapter 27
The twinkling night sky glistens over the metropolis of Townsville, the Spicer manor lighting through the darkness as the sound of applause escapes its walls.
Within the living room of the abode itself, a small crowd of friends and family applaud and cheer surrounding the oldest son of the estate; Kingsley holding what looked to be a gold medal in the palms of his hands.
The cheers of the small crowd dying down, the boy genius reads the words engraved in the medals reflective gold; saying:
“1st place in the Townsville national gadgeteers competition.”
After reading the engraving aloud, Kingsley turns back to the welcoming crowd behind him, announcing to them all that:
“An award that I couldn’t have begun to imagine winning these past few days.
I can’t thank everyone enough for their love, their smart thinking, and their endless support. I sincerely mean it when I say I couldn’t have won this without all of you. Thank you.”
“I was all you, Kingsley. You earned that reward.” Persi compliments.
“You did such a fantastic job sweetie.” his mother applauds.
“Way to go, Spicer.” Cayenne simply cheers.
Despite the almost overwhelming ovation the boy genius gets, only one among the cheering circle outright refuses to join in; Kingsley younger sister glaring through the crowd with her bleak and contemptuous gaze.
Chloe’s sour mood only worsens when she witnesses their father approach her smiling brother take the golden medal from him and claim that:
“Beating out the entire gadgeteers expo on the first try ain’t something any genius can do. How bout we put this somewhere everyone can see.”
Venturing out to the bookshelf on the side of the living room, the father perches the golden reward right in the middle of the shelf; taking center stage next to a collection of various other award owned by his son.
“Aw dad, that hunk of gold ain’t nothing. Its the people that helped me along the way that matter more.”
Kingsley’s cheesy line causes the crowd to erupt in a whale of applause and laughter, the cheering proving to be the last straw that his red headed sister can take before taking her leave in a bitter huff; her mother being the only one to notices her departure.
In her stomping huff through the living room, Chloe fails to catch the emergency news broadcast playing on their television; the reporter warning that:
“-advise everyone to stay inside their homes for the night. The coma epidemic that has been plaguing the entire city this past week is still ongoing and a plausible source has not been identified. Again, our station advises everyone listening to stay in their homes and lock any and all ways in.”
Reaching the front door of their home, Chloe readies to head out; her hand on the knob right when she hears her mom grab her attention with:
“Where are you going, honey?”
“I’m...I’m going over to Serena’s for a bit. I promised to help her out with her potions.”
“Alright, sweetie. Are you going to be okay?”
“I’ll be fine mom. I just need to go.” the red head states before making her exit.
As she watches her only daughter close their door behind her, the mother can’t help but let out a worrying groan; knowing full well that Chloe is not as fine as she claims to be.
Strolling down the lonesome darkened streets of Townsville, the young red head can’t help but rant aloud to herself about on:
“Stupid Kingsley and his stupid rewards and his stupid accomplishments.
Its not like I don’t have any kind of rewards that I earned over the years, no. It’s always just about Kingsley, isn’t it. Of course everything I do just winds up getting swept out of the spotlight.
I win the national spelling bee, he wins the science fair project.
I take home the gold in the school athletic olympics, Kingsley gets all the praise for his portable fusion reactor.
I get an actual A+ on my science test, my brother gets rewards on teaching the whole damn class on fission experiments!
It’s not fair! It’s just not fair!”
Despite her self pitying cries ringing through the entire block, not a single soul around is there to hear her plea; her screaming eventually dying down into apathetic silence.
“You’re right. It certainly isn’t fair.”
The unexpected voice echoing nearby suddenly makes the young girl jump, Chloe’s gaze swiftly scanning through the immediate streets in attempting to find who has shared their sympathy; alas finding nobody else around.
“Just keep it together, Chloe. You’re probably just hearing things. Nothing but your own imagination.”
“Oh contraire, my young budding rose; I’m no mere illusion conjured by your young adolescent mind.
Nay, you’ve been humbly graced by a being from the very heavens themselves; here to free you from your woes and ease your mind.”
Despite shaking in her shoes, the young lady stands still in the midst of this new disembodied voice; questioning on with:
“Why are you so worried about me?”
“Because, dear Chloe; your brother isn’t the only special one in the family. You boast so much more potential than you realize. So much so that it could surpass your own brothers feats, leaving you the shining star in everyone eyes.”
“Really...how?”
“All that you need is already is already around your little neck.”
The voice in her head revealing such, Chloe pulls out the amazon crystal tucked underneath her dress; its pink glow permeating through the surrounding darkness.
“My crystal?”
“Indeed. That little trinket you have holds underneath its silky smooth shell the awesome power of the gods, awaiting for you to unleash its raw energy into this world.”
“It has that much?...I was only able to fly and make such small things with it.”
“It can do far more than just that. That stone can do far more than you can possibly imagine. Such potential around your neck could surpass even gods, much less, your own brother.
I can show the kind of woman you could truly be with such power under your control, all you have do is open your heart...to me...”
Such a golden promise echoing in her head, the red heads entire body ceases to tremble as she stares upon the glimmering sheen of her amazon crystal; the consuming shadows around her fleeing from its growing pink light.
As the afternoon sun bakes down the rooftop of the blue boys abode, both Tore and Mally stand at their mothers own bedside underneath; their eyes locked to her motionless, sleeping body.
The dark purple dressed witch doctor slides her hands across the moms body, gliding her finger towards her eyes to open them; the mothers pupils bleak and soulless.
“Hmm...this definitely isn’t good. How long has she been like this?” Serena questions.
“Mom’s been in bed for a day and half straight. I thought she was just tired, but she been out cold this morning too. We tried everything to snap her awake; shake her, cold water, smelling salt, nothing worked.” Mally explains.
“We thought she might’ve been hurt on the inside or something; but no matter how much I heal her, she just won’t wake up.” Tore adds.
“We tried phoning for every hospital in town, but they’re too busy to even tell us to fuck off.”
“I doubt any of them would be much help anyway. Her body isn’t the problem here.” the witch doctor informs.
“Its her soul, isn’t it?” all of them hear from behind.
All in the room glance to the door to find the purple merc leaning against the doorway, Roy staring to the mothers unconscious body.
“Roy! You’re back!” Mally exclaims.
“How’d your date with Roxy go?” Tore asks.
To his blue brothers question, the merc can’t bare to make direct eye contact with either of them; his gaze drifting to the corner of the room.
“Oh...that bad huh?”
Fixing his eyes back to the three, the purple merc continues to asses the situation at hand by claiming that:
“Her souls isn’t there, is it?”
“That’s right on the mark. Even with her body at its healthiest; without her soul dwelling within her, she’ll never wake up.”
“No problem then, we just find her soul and put it back in. Should be easy enough.” Tore simply states.
“If only it were. You say a day and a half has passed since her souls been taken. If it doesn’t get back to her with two more, then her physical body shall become malnourished and she’ll eventually… she’ll eventually die.”
The witch doctors harrowing warning sends the trio in a frightening scare; all three of them gazing upon the comatose body of their literally soulless mother.
“Roy, can you tell where mom’s soul flew off to?” the blue boy questions his purple brother.
“I might. A few sweeps around the city might give us the clues we need.”
“The hell are we standing here like idiotic asshats here? Let’s get lookin!” Mally declares.
“First, we need to contend with a couple of migraines ready to bust through our door.” Roy warns.
“What migraines?”
Right on questioning such, all of them hear a loud crash echoing out from the living room; the sound of wood breaking filling the house before somebody scream:
“Knock knock, fuckers! We in the house!”
“Cayenne! Why’d you break the door down!? We could’ve just knocked!”
“Those migraines.”
Racing into the living room, everyone discovers both Kingsley and Cayenne standing before them; chunks of the front door scattered beneath their feet.
“Hey guys, you couldn’t have come at a better time.” the blue angel greets.
“Mind if I kindly ask what kind of drugged enchilada dipping sauce you ate urged you two to reduce our front door into an example of cheap wood craftsman ship?” the merc question.
“It was me.” Serena points out.
The trio glancing to the witch doctor behind them, they find Serena with her phone out; claiming that:
“I told them to meet me here.”
“This is perfect. We could really use your help, I-”
Before the blue boy could finish asking for their aid, Cayenne pushes Tore aside as she approaches Serena; soon questioning her if:
“Chloe said she was crashing at your place last night. You seen her?”
“What? I’ve just been sorting through potions in my basement the other night. I didn’t hear her say anything about coming over.”
“Did something happen to her?” Mally asks.
“She went out during a little party we had last night and hasn’t come back home since.” Kingsley informs.
“You try reaching her through her cell?” Tore wonders as he rises, dusting off the splinters stuck to his clothes.
“We’ve tried everything. Phone, voicemails, e-mail, social media accounts; nothing comes up.
She’s never been off the radar on her social for this long before, my parents are going insane; they launched a full blown police investigation just to find her.”
“And you sure she’s just not passed out in a ditch crying somewhere, cause a full night toiling in your own overblown teenage drama bullshit can do that to a kid?” Roy wonders.
“It doesn’t matter what happened to her now. All that matters now is that you hustle your asses outta here and help us find her. Got it?” the spice queen demands.
“Yeah, not to sound like a veiny throbbing cock here; but fuck that. We got our own problems to deal with.” the merc turns down.
“Sorry guys, but Roy is right. We don’t have the time. We gotta save our mom before she withers away.” Mally adds.
“Its alright guys. We get it. Hope you guys can save her in time.”
Out the broken down doorway, Tore, Roy, and Mally all glide out towards the west side of the city; leaving behind them their three visitors.
As they stroll away from the broken down door frame, the witch doctor turns her attention to the boy genius and asks if:
“Now Kingsley, do you happen to have anything on you that your sister might’ve worn before she disappeared.”
“Uh, yeah. Gimme a sec...”
After confirming such, Kingsley digs through his jean pockets to pull out a lone diamond earring; claiming that:
“This is what she was wearing the night before the party. Its one of her favorite earrings.”
“Kingsley, why did you bring that with us?” Cayenne wonders.
“I figured bringing it to police could help them track her down. Couple of sniffs from their German shepherds noses would’ve gotten them running after her trail in no time.”
“I can assure you that my magic is far more efficient then any dogs the police may use.”
Taking the small accessory from the genius, Serena clasps the earring in the soft palms of her hands; a soft pink glow leaking out from the cracks of her fingers.
This enchanting glow soon ventures ahead through the suburban air, the trio witnessing the pink trail drifting towards the city ahead; the witch doctor declaring that:
“This aura trail should reveal to us the path Chloe had taken in the last 24 hours. Hopefully, she hasn’t strayed into a bad part of town and-”
Before Serena could explain any further, she feels herself rising from the concrete pavement; glancing to her side to witness the spice queen sweeping her off her feet.
Ascending from the roadway herself, Cayenne grabs hold of the boy genius beside her; tossing both him and the witch doctor on her back as she declares that:
“The hell we standing around like a couple of jack offs here for then? Lets getting moving!”
All three of them left on the clock, the spice queen whisks both of them away from the calm suburban neighborhood and towards the deep urban jungle of downtown Townsville.
The trio flying past the countless towering skyscrapers, the boy genius is left stuck on his phone; quelling the incoherent blubbering sounding out on the other end with:
“Mom...mom...mom…please calm down. I’m sure if the police are too busy to help us, then I’m sure we can handle it ourselves. We already have Chloe’s trail and are following it as we speak...Yeah...Yeah...love you too...Bye.”
As Kingsley puts his phone away, the spice queen underneath him grabs his attention with:
“Think that might take more time then you think.”
“Why?” the boy genius questions as he gazes to the skyline ahead of them.
Before the airborne trio, they discover another of the red heads aura trail venturing out in a different direction; Kingsley questioning the witch doctor with them if:
“Uh Serena, this wouldn’t happen to be part of your spell, would it?”
“It certainly looks that way. Maybe Chloe took a little detour.”
“Doesn’t matter what the hell she’s doin; we just gotta pick one. Thinkin that the new trail can get us to her faster?”
“I don’t think so. For all we know, it could be a route she took before hand. Lets stay on the one were following just to be on the safe side.” Kingsley claims.
“Whatev.”
Their course fixed, all of them keep to the aura trail they were following; the trio continuing to glide deeper into the urban jungle.
Following the red heads pink aura eventually has them reach Townsville’s city square; Cayenne stops in the middle of the air right before the square, causing her two passengers to nearly fall.
“Ah, Cayenne! What happened? Why’d you stop?” her best friend questions.
Once getting their grips back on the spice queens back, both Kingsley and Serena gaze out to the site that caused her to halt in her tracks; their collective jaws going agap.
Woven throughout the entire city square like a bright pink spiders web, Chloe’s trail venture in and out its countless twist and turns; rising and falling across both its streets and skyline.
“Chloe flew this much in just one night? That-That’s insane. What was she even doing going through here like this?”
“The fuck is this clusterfuck? How the hell are we supposed to figure out where she went with this horseshit?”
Cayenne barks.
“This is quite the troubling predicament! I’m not sure any spells I can do right now can sort through this mess.” Serena admits.
“You got any that might?” the boy genius questions.
“I could whip up a concoction that would be more than up for the job, though it may take some time for me to brew.”
“Just give us a call when its ready.”
The boy genius suggesting such, the witch doctor leaps off the spice queens backside; dissipating in a wave of sparkles.
After Serena leaves them, both Kingsley and Cayenne continue forth with their search; following one of the many aura trails woven through the city square.
Flying out from around the neighboring corner, Tore, Roy, and Mally continue their own search through the depths of the urban jungle; the purple merc concentrating as they glide across the city skyline.
“You getting any kind of read yet, bro?” Mally questions.
“Nrr...Still nothing…I’m starting to think whoever took moms soul might’ve dragged it outta town by now.”
A frustrated growl escapes from their orange haired sisters teeth; the skater claiming on how:
“We don’t have that kinda time! If they really did ditch town, then we’ll never find them like this. We need a lead or something to give us an edge in this investigation.”
“More like a whole damn police report.”
While both of his siblings continue flying forth, Tore breaks right in front of the massive TV screen beside them, the screen broadcasting the news network as its reporter states how:
“The coma epidemic plaguing the city this past week has exploded last night. Cases of over 6 dozen people left comatose in their homes coming in from every corner of the city.”
Before straying too far ahead, Mally glances back to discover their blue brother left staring to the city square television; grabbing her purple brother with:
“Roy, hol up. Think Tore might be falling behind.”
“Dammit, again? Swear to Hera, if he thinks he sees a crack in the road that looks like a third world country again; I’m gonna smack him into it.”
The duo retreat back towards their brother’s side, finding him captivated by the massive monitor perched over the town square; the black winged merc claiming that:
“Christ sake, man; we’re on the job. Get yer sorry blue ass in gear and-”
“Hang on, Roy. Look.” their sister implores; pointing to the oversized TV itself.
As all of them gaze upon the ongoing news report, they hear the reporter herself continue her story with:
“Hospitals all over town are crowded with all the countless comatose victims coming in, and the increasing numbers not giving them a single break.
Even as the police are unfortunately still at a loss on who might be behind these escalating attacks, the boys in blue vow to not to rest until they catch the culprit responsible. I’m Jessie Blankman, signing off.”
After the news broadcast comes to a close, a commercial for pine scented baking soda comes on; Mally talking over the commercial by questioning if:
“You think all that might be related to our moms soul getting snatched?”
“Could be a good place to get a lead at least.” the blue angel claims.
“It ain’t like we got anything else to go off of.” the purple merc reminds them.
A destination in mind, the trio rocket away from the jumbo sized monitor and further above the skyline; gliding north away from the city square.
“Yeah, no. You guys ain’t getting in.”
Out at the front entrance of the hospital itself, a lone police officer prevents the trio from barging inside; standing against the entrance doors.
“What!?” Tore shouts.
“Fuck off!” Roy bark.
“Why not!?” Mally questions.
“Its cause the staff and police in there are way too busy taking care of all the comatose patients coming from all over the city.
So unless any of you have sustained any life threatening injuries or know any victims inside for visiting hours, I’m afraid I can’t let you all in.”
“As a matter of fact, officer, we do know somebody inside and we oh so desperately want to see them in their hour of need.” the blue angel dramatically feigns.
“Oh really, mind giving a last name?”
“Of course, dear police woman of the law. Its...uh...”
While attempting to conjure from the bowls of his mind a plausible last name, the blue boy gazes around for whatever he could for reference; first catching a passing truck with buttered corn on a kob.
“Corn...”
The next to enter is field of vision be an open manhole, several worker attempting to redirect traffic as one of them accidently falls in.
“hole...a...”
He manages to craft the final piece of his faux last name by glancing to a sign on the wayside, finishing with:
“Sign...”
Turning back to the officer with a smile, the blue angel takes in a deep breath and claims to her that:
“You’re not really buying this, are you?”
“Obviously not.”
“Even if you don’t believe that bullshit, we actually do have somebody that has medical treatment.” Roy suddenly protest.
“And that would be-”
Before the police woman could finish questioning the merc, everyone proves shocked to witness the young purple teenager slug himself right in the kidney; the self inflicted punch causing Roy to double over in pain.
After coughing out pint of blood from his mouth, the merc looks up to the officer as he moans and wheezes if:
“Now you mind letting us in.”
The officers shock swiftly deflates before the downed purple merc, the police woman dead face demanding that:
“Please leave before I have you all arrested.”
Along the opposite side of the hospital behind the dumpster, Tore has his hand firmly placed along his purple brother’s side; a soft white glow enveloping the part of his waist as he screams:
“What a big blue bitch! Practically spilling out my own insides on the hot concrete and she won’t ask if I was alright. Outta have her sorry sexy ass fired for turning down somebody in need like that. Fuck her with a barbed cattle prod.”
“Since just busting through the front door is obviously not an option, how else are we supposed to get inside?” Mally ponders.
“I don’t get it. Can’t we just sneak inside through the roof?” the blue angel wonders.
“And have a ton of people wonder who we are. And why we’re there? Face it. There’s way too many staff on hand right now to sneak inside reliably.”
“Not to mentions it would eat too much of our time up. Unless we happen to have a police uniform on hand, getting through would be next to impossible.”
Right in that moment does the sharp sound of a brief siren horn penetrate their ears; all of their eyes drawn to the nearby corner.
Peeking beyond the hospitals brick corner, all three of them find the back of a lone cop car parked along the side of the building; housing only a single police officer inside.
“Guess we found our uniform. Now we just have to find a way to get it.” Tore claims.
“I think I might know how.” Roy claims with a devious grin.
“Does it involve beating the crap outta that cop?” Mally questions.
“Yees.”
From the comfort of his heated cop car, the lone policeman peels back the paper lid of his steaming cup of noodles; the aroma of vegetables and pork filling the inside of the vehicle.
He digs his fork into a bit of the soft noodles dwelling within the cup, pulling them up towards his mouth as the steam escapes from within.
Mere seconds before he could savor their flavor, a desperate plead for help penetrates the shell of his cop car; the officer hearing somebody cry out:
“Officer, help!”
Glancing to the side, the policemen discovers an orange haired girl right outside his window; hearing her further plead on how:
“My brothers bleeding out behind the hospital. I can’t carry him by myself.”
Hearing this, the upstanding officer swiftly puts his cup of noodles away and rushes out the door; promising the girl that:
“Don’t worry. I’ll help you carry your brother inside. Where is he?”
“He’s around the corner! Hurry!”
Claiming such, the kind officer follows the young girl out beyond the corner of the hospital; rushing out to the other side as he informs how:
“Hang on, son. The docs inside will patch you right...uh...”
Perplexing the policeman, he finds not a single soul awaiting behind the corner; not even so much as a body to discover.
“Hold on, where is you broth-”
Just before the officer could finish questioning the girl, he soon feels the brunt of the purple angels knuckles punch him square in the face; the blunt strike proving more than enough to knock the man in blue clean out.
Hog tied and stripe of his uniform, the unconscious officer is tossed right in the dumpster; the blue angel shutting the lid and turning to his siblings to ask if:
“So, you think he’s gonna be okay in their while we “Borrow” his clothes.”
“Ah don’t worry. I’m sure the dozens of diseased ridden rats and cockroaches’ll keep him plenty busy.” Roy claims as he dusts off their freshly pilfered uniform.
The merc then tosses the blue uniform over to his blue brother and demands that he:
“Now get dressed, you’re sneakin in.”
Catching the uniform in his arms, Tore wonders:
“Me? Why can’t either of you do it.”
“Reason Mally can’t do it is cause nobody’s gonna reliably believe that a cop would be that damn short.”
This passive aggressive comment gets the purple merc a hockey stick to the head, alongside his sister claiming that:
“I’m still growing, asshole!”
“And the reason you can’t?” Tore persists.
“Agh! Cause strolling around as an officer with one arm is just asking to get ya stopped constantly with:
“Oh, how did you lose your arm?” or “You must have been some hero willing to sacrifice your limb to save someone else.”
Like “Bitch, I ain’t got any of yo time for your curious bullshit! I’m on the fuckin clock! Move yo sexy ass’s aside; I got shit to do.”
I’d just be that kinda Saturday night show on repeat the entire god damn time.”
“Alright, fine. Just gimme a couple minutes to get dressed and get in there.”
Requesting this, the blue angel ascends to the roof of the hospital with the uniform in hand; parts of his clothes fluttering down to his awaiting siblings.
Coming out from the doorway leading to the rooftop, the blue angel enters the polished white halls of the city’s hospital; tucking in his blue hair underneath the signature police cap.
Passing by a hallway mirror, the officer impersonator stops to take a good look at himself in uniform; realizing that he pulls off blue like a beast.
Still, that ain’t much of a surprise. We’re talking about the guy that combos with a blazer pretty damn well. Wonder if this uniform comes in white.
Interrupting his self reflecting be the harsh sound of a child’s cry; the disguised angel’s eyes drifting off to the nearby door.
Glancing through the doors window, he discovers a woman and her child at the beside of a comatose patient; the little boy left sobbing in tears from his fathers unconscious body.
A saddening site that further drives the blue boys determination, though urges him to look somewhere else to let his siblings inside.
While venturing away from the occupied patients room, the disguised boy in blue hears a sudden voice underneath him filtered by static; Tore glancing to his belt to find the police radio going off and broadcasting another officer that says:
“Officer Barbrady, come in. Do you copy?”
Despite his initial nervousness, the indigo angel detaches the radio from his pilfered belt and opens communications with:
“Uh...Y-yes ma’am. Just stationed at the Northwest hospital; attempting to interview the families visiting the comatose patients.”
“Good. Stay stationed there to keep us updated on how many vacancies are left. Lord know’s there are only so many they can take.”
“Right, I’ll keep you updated with all that. B-Barbrady out.”
With her fellow officer hanging up, the police woman puts her radio away as she gazes to the site of the break in before her and her crew; a pair of paramedics carrying an unconscious man out of their home via a stretcher from the broken doorway.
Passing the pair of medics carrying the poor man away, the officer takes a good look at the door lying on the porch; taking note the untouched hinges along its side.
A peculiar site indeed, especially counting no signs of blunt force or evidence of tools; almost as if somebody was inside and slide the hinges right off and put them back on.
The question in mind being why exactly somebody would go through this much trouble just for a break in.
As the police woman ponders such, she turns her attention to the other officers exiting the home; questioning them if:
“You guys find any else to report? Any prints inside yet?”
“Aside from the victims prints, we got nothing.
You think with a seamless break in like this, they’d at least steal some loose change from the couch cushions; but absolutely nothing was stolen.
No money, no tech, no jewels, no valuables; not even a single cent.”
Hearing all this, a small growl escapes from between the police woman's teeth; the officer then claiming how:
“That’s over the 50th case like that this week. We practically got the entire city’s force spread thin over this epidemic. Worse off, the docs back at the hospitals ain’t reporting anything wrong with them.
It’s just not making any sense.”
Watching their investigation from along the roof of the building across the street, both the spice queen and her boy genius bitch witness something that the police fail to see; the site of their red headed sisters trail leading inside the very home they stand in.
“And that would be the forth broken in house her trail has lead us towards. You wanna start assuming the worst or should I?” Cayenne questions.
“It’s just not making any sense. What’s Chloe doing breaking into random people’s houses like this?”
“You mean more than usual?”
“Cayenne, I’m being serious here. We haven’t got a clue what she’s doing flying around town like this to people houses owned by people who’ve been rendered comatose; not to mention the site of police wherever we follow the trail not leaving the best impression.”
“Kingsley, chill. I’m sure she’ll pop up on our radar sooner or later. Serena’s already workin on something that can trace her out.”
“I’m not even sure we have that kinda time.”
“The hell else are we supposed to do beside fuck off with dicks in our mouths?”
“Hmm...We might have better luck if we go back home and get better equip. A couple of gadgets in the basement might help us out.”
Claiming such, the boy genius rides upon the spice queens backside and take off into the city skies; both of them gliding out back towards the direction of the Spicer manor.
Back inside the white halls of the hospital, the boy disguised in lawful blue peeks inside another patient room; finally discovering one with a patient with no visitors.
A rather pitiable site seeing this poor man rendered unconscious without so much as a single visitor by his bedside; but nonetheless making his room the perfect point of entry for his siblings to fly right on inside.
The lone mans room proving the perfect entry point; Tore checks around to see if the coast is clear; darting his eyes around the halls for any unwanted witnesses.
Finding the halls clear of anyone, the boy in blue rushes inside and shuts the door behind him; soon passing by the bedridden patient and right to the window.
Looking beyond its glass, the blue angel glances down to find both of his siblings in waiting; unlocking the frame and sliding the window up.
On the ground floor underneath, both Mally and Roy patiently await for their blue brother to give them a way inside; all the while the orange girl persist on asking her purple brother on how:
“So you not even gonna tell me how you lost Roxanne so fast? Cause last I heard, you guys were doing alright at the least. What the hell happened between you that night?”
“And I keep having to mention that I don’t wanna talk about it. Seriously, can you at least give me the courtesy of a week to let the scars heal before prying right back in?”
“I’m just wanting to figure out how it all fell apart. You were so excited to see her when you left and when you got back, you looked so dead inside. Why?”
“What part of “I don’t wanna talk about it.” can I not get through your fucking helmeted skull!?” the merc aggressively questions, his tone taking the young girl back a bit.
“Al-Alright, fine. You win. We’ll drop it.”
“Egh...Sorry about that. It’s just been a little hard on me to get past; especially since it was about her-”
Before the merc could continue to explain, both of them hear their blue brother overhead, announcing to them that:
“Hey there kids. Wanna break into a hospital? Get yer 99 cent asses in here pronto.”
Flying up to the floor their brother stands with the skater at his back, Roy and Mally climb through the open window; soon finding the comatose patient whose room they broke into.
“Nice work, bro.”
As the merc passes by his police disguise brother, Roy can’t help but correct him on how:
“And my sweet ass is definitely worth more then a fuckin dollar, asshole...Its at least a hundred.”
Coming to the slumbering gentlemen’s bedside, the purple angel takes a quick scan through the man’s comatose body; repeatedly poking and slapping the poor guys face.
“You think its like how mom was left?” Mally asks.
“Yep, this poor bastard is just like how she was. Dead asleep and without a soul to speak of.”
After inspecting the slumbering patient, the merc takes a glancing out the door’s window; his senses picking up a good few people inside the neighboring room gathered over what he finds to be an empty bed.
Its probably a safe bet that its a family weeping over the condition of their loved ones; it be pretty damn stupid to believe them to be crying over literally nothing; a pattern that the merc can sense all through parts of the entire buildings.
“And if the rest of the patients are anything like this guy, then we might have ourselves a good lead.”
Turning back towards his two siblings, Roy goes on to explain how:
“Whoever is flying around reapin souls outta people in the middle of the night like some vampiric asshole fresh of the cusp off discovering his crazed soul fetish is the same mofo that ganked our moms very own soul.”
“Great, have any idea who it might be?” the skater questions.
“Eh, not sure. Only really know a handful of people that can casually pluck souls outta people like a picking fermented apples from the orchard of a drunken fruit farmer.”
Taking a turn to peek outside himself, the boy in blue witnesses staff roll in another comatose man through the white halls; a family of a woman and two children tailing the mans bed.
A small smile forms between his cheeks as he declares that:
“We might be able to find out. Time for this uniform to work its magic.”
Inside the room that the slumbering man had been left within, the doctor tending to the patient turns away from the comatose victim; gazing to the wife and claiming to the family how:
“We have no idea what kind of ailment is troubling your husband, ma’am. All the tests we’ve done on the other patients like him have come up completely negative.
I hate to say this, but I can’t accurately tell how long your husband may be in this coma for.”
Hearing this news causes the wife to look to her two children, streams of tears welling in their eyes.
“I’ll give all of you some privacy.” the doctor offers as she leaves the room.
The door behind them shutting, the daughter of the two children gazes up to their mother and asks:
“Mommy, will dad be okay?”
“Oh, daddy will be alright. We just need to give him time to sleep.”
“How long will it be until he wakes up?” the brother of the two kids question.
“I’m...sure that it won’t be long until he gets right back up and gives us all a big hug.” the mom claims with trembling breath.
From giving her two children this false hope, she hears the door behind them open once more; the family glancing to the doorway to witness a lone blue haired officer coming inside to greet them all with:
“Afternoon there, ladies and gents. How are ya’ll holdin up?”
“Wait, who are you?” the woman questions.
“I’m...with the Townsvilles police department, here under investigation on what’s been causing this comatose epidemic sweeping this fair city’s citizen.
You think you’d be comfortable answering a couple questions?”
“Oh...yeah, of course.”
Once wiping away the tears in her eyes, she looks down to her two children and asks them if:
“Kids, can you go to the cafeteria to get some snack so mommy can talk to the nice policeman?”
“Yeah, mom.”
Upon their mothers orders, the two stroll out the patients room; leaving the woman and the faux officer alone with their unconscious father.
“I know how hard it must be talking about all this so soon, but-”
“It’s fine, really. Maybe talking about this with somebody like you can at least give my family a little piece of mind. To know that someone out there is at least doing something to fix all this.”
Claiming such, the woman pulls a seat from the edge of the room as the false officer does the same; both taking their seats as the blue hair policeman first starts off with:
“Obvious question outta the way: What were you and your spouse doing the night he was struck with a coma?”
“M-My husband and I were in bed around 3 in the morning. I was feeling parched and my husband happened to have gotten out of bed to go to the bathroom; so I asked him to grab me a glass of water while he was up.
While I was trying to drift off back to bed, I hear the sound of a strong wind blowing across my house; followed by the sound of breaking glass.
I thought that maybe the windows broke, so I got myself up to find my husband so we could fix it.
When I raced into the kitchen to go grab him however, I found him passed out onto the floor with bits of water and glass.
As I looked through my kitchen for what might’ve happened, I look over to the door and I find it pried right off its frame with the hinges still screwed on. It still perplexes me how he wound up like this last night.”
After retelling the events that transpired the night her husband was struck with a coma, a harrowing sigh escapes from her lips; further claiming on how:
“The kids haven’t been taking it well either. I just don’t know what else to tell them. They love their dad so much, he means the world to them.”
Despite his eyes drifting away from the woman’s last comment, the faux officer gazes back to the wife and presses further with:
“I don’t wanna cause you any further distress then you must be already going through, but did you happen to notice anything peculiar when you checked on your husband?
Something leaving the scene perhapes?”
“You mean aside from the door being taken off?”
“Clearly.”
“Well, there was one thing that I caught the minute I found my husband. When I saw him on the ground, I notices something shining just outside my window.
I go outside, thinking that somebodies out there; call the police and get a give them a good description.
But the moment I get out, the light was already too far in the sky to see who it might be. All I could make out was a bright pink glow.”
From within the dark corridors of the Spicer abode, a bright pink glow reflects off the kitchen tile as it escapes into the black recesses of the manor; the darkened halls swiftly filling with light as the front doors crack open.
Behind the wooden door stood both the boy genius and the Spice queen, Cayenne gazing to the shadowy halls ahead and wondering aloud:
“The hell are your lights out for?”
As both of them stroll further through the darkened halls of the manor, the son of the abode calls out to his parents with:
“Mom, Dad. Any of you home? Did the police call yet?”
The young boys call falls on deaf ears however, Kingsley’s voice echoing through the shadowy halls of the manor.
“Think they might’ve just fucked off?” Cayenne wonders.
Pulling out his phone, the boy genius takes a quick glance to his messages, claiming on how:
“I didn’t get any texts. Maybe Dad’s in the basement.”
As the duo venture further through the darkness of the manor, both of them turn on whatever lights they can; all the while repeatedly calling for both of the boy geniuses parents.
“Mom, Dad! Where are you?”
“Mr and Mrs. Spicer? You can put the explosives away, its just us.”
In hopes of covering more house, the duo split apart, the spice queen heading towards the kitchen while the boy genius heads for the basement.
Cayenne finally glides inside the darkened corners of the manors kitchen, gazing into its shadows to attempt and find a light switch; her eyes drawn to a lone hand breaking from the void.
Curious of whose hand it is, the spice queen enters further in the kitchen; a horrified glare forming the further she comes in.
Creaking open the basement door, the light from the hallway above leaks into shadows below; the boy genius standing in the doorframe as he stares down into the black void of his underground lab.
“Dad...you in here?” Kingsley calls out to his father, his voice ringing down the steps.
With his call baiting no response. The boy genius prepares to descend the steps into the darkness below, carefully climbing down each step at a time.
He doesn’t even get to a quarter of the way down before his ears catch the call of his friend crying:
“K-Kingsley!”
Hearing such, the boy genius himself swiftly climbs back up the bright hallway; soon sprinting across the halls as he shouts:
“Cayenne, what’s wrong!”
His urgent question yielding no response, Kingsley hurries through the halls of his manor; following the source of the spice queens call towards the kitchen.
The young man finally reach his rough and tough friends side, finding Cayenne left completely paralyzed in horror as her gaze is locked to the shadows of the tiled floor.
Gazing into the kitchen himself, the young man is meet with a nightmare of his becoming a reality; a deep and primal glare of incredible dread forming across his face.
Before the two teenagers lie Kingsleys own mother, struck motionless upon the kitchen tile and rendered completely unconscious.
This dreadful site fresh before him, the young man sprints back towards the basement; Cayenne glancing to her departing friend as he retreats from her side.
Rushing through the basement door, the boy genius jumps down the darkened steps in a single bound; landing right at the very bottom.
“Dad!” he cries out as he flips the light switch.
The lights above flood the entire basement with their glow; illuminating the underground lab and revealing yet another site that conjures the young mans horrible nightmares before him.
Kingsley’s own father lying motionless across the workbench; the tools at his side falling to the polished marble floor.
Along the back of the hospital, the blue angel tosses his pilfered police uniform inside the very dumpster they left the hog tied officer in; glancing to his purple brother as he review that:
“So all the info we managed to cope outta the victims families all say the same damn thing. That somebody shining a bright pink light around is going around and harvesting souls as fast as a farmer on the cusp of a nuclear winter.”
“So we just gotta find and beat the shit outta this bitch and we’ll get everyone’s souls back; even our mom’s.” Tore claims.
“If only it were that simple. We still don’t got any clue whose behind this soul stealing spree. All we have to go by is that the thief likes bright pink. Not exactly the best lead to go off of.” Mally reminds them.
“Actually, I think I might have a hunch of who our culprit might be.” the merc testifies.
“Really?” his sister questions.
“Who you think it is?” his blue brother wonders.
Just before their purple brother could answer them, the trio hear somebody’s phone go off; the orange skater pulling out her mobile device and checking her messages; claiming that:
“Got a texts from Kingsley. Saying we need to come to his place ASAP.”
“What for? Don’t they know we’re busy?” Roy questions.
“He doesn’t say. Must be important enough enough to type in all caps though.”
“The hell are we waiting around for. Let’s move!” Tore declares.
Just as the trio take off towards the direction of their friends manor, a dump truck turns the hospital corner and pulls up to the dumpster; the truck grabbing hold of the dumpsters side and pouring its contents in the back, the unfortunate tied policeman tumbling right alongside the miscellaneous garbage.
Resting upon the Spicer’s living room couch, both Kingsley’s mother and father lie peacefully next to each other; all the while their son beside them gazes upon them with a mix of wayward panic and fear.
“So, both of them were like this when you came in?” Mally asks.
“Yep. Completely out when we got here. Tried everything to wake them up. Even smacking Mr.Spicers face around a couple times. Not even a wink.” Cayenne confirms.
“I..I just-I...I don’t know how all this could happen so fast…
Just last night, everything was going so well. Surround by friends and family after winning the biggest inventors show in town, I was the happiest I could ever be…
Now...and now...my family is practically falling apart before my eyes. And I don’t know how to make it all better. I don’t know how to fix any of it!”
In the midst of the boy genius’s panicking episode; his best friend grasps the boys backside; urging him to:
“Kingsley, relax. I’m sure we can get through this.”
“Who-Why would someone do all this!?”
Approaching the comatose couple, the blue angel gazes upon their still, motionless bodies; opening the fathers eye to find his pupil bleak and lifeless.
Once taking a look at the two, Tore turns to his purple brother and questions if he:
“Think its the same?”
“Exactly the same. Like our mom and all those other patients at the hospital, both of their bodies are completely devoid of any trace of a soul left.”
Pulling away from the boy genius, Cayenne turns over to the merc himself, questioning the purple bastard if:
“Hold the hell on here people. You tellin me you three know what the fucks going on with this comatose bull?”
“Sure do. Whoever stole our mom’s and everyone else’s souls just paid both of Kingsley parents a little visit here.” the skater explains.
“And we might have a pretty good guess who might be behind it.” the blue angel adds.
“Who you think it is?”
Hearing Cayenne question them such, the trio gaze upon one another with worry in their eyes; Mally breaking from their stare and warning that:
“You guy might not like hearing who we think it is.”
“Please...just tell us.” Kingsley pleads as he pulls himself away from his parents bedside.
The spice queen can’t help but look to the boy genius with concern, asking him if:
“Kingsley, you sure your up for this.”
“All I know is that there isn’t enough time for me to be sure. We need to act now if we wanna start fixing all this. Even if it may seem impossible, we need to keep going.”
Her friends little speech makes the spice queen crack a small smile, Cayenne turning to the trio and demanding that:
“You heard the man. Lay it on us.”
When pressed to continue, a small hiss escapes from between the purple mercs teeth; finally claiming to the two of them that:
“We...We think that the culprit might be your little sister.”
This shocking speculation reaching their ears, their determination is swiftly cut short in but an instant; their pupils shrinking to the size of peas.
“What?...”
“That...That’s….That’s fucking horseshit! Don’t fucking joke like that!” the spice queen screams, seemingly on the verge of lashing out at them at any moment.
“Were...being serious here, Cayenne. All the friends and family of the patients I’ve talked to at the hospital gave almost the same story; that shortly after finding their loved ones comatose, they saw a bright pink light leaving the scene.” Tore explains.
“I can’t make any sense of this. What would drive her to suddenly go around and take peoples souls, especially from our own parents?”
“You two notice anything off about her before she went MIA?” the merc questions.
“Well, mom did say Chloe was acting strange before she left, like she was trying to hide the fact that she was upset about something. She didn’t say anything that night cause of the party and thought she needed some time to herself.
God, why didn’t I notice anything? I was so busy celebrating with my friends and family that I didn’t even realize she wasn’t with us! What kind of big brother am I!?” the boy genius self deprecates, tears welling in his eyes.
In the midst of the boy genius’s potential breakdown, Cayenne grasp his side and urges him to:
“Kingsley, relax. I’m sure we’ll find her. There’s still time to salvage all this.”
“She’s right Kingsley, we don’t got time to break down and cry here. All of us need to work together if we wanna sort all this out.” Tore explains.
“Mind if I cut in this little moment to remind everyone that we still don’t got a way to tell where our little cherry coke culprit is at and we basically still have next to nothing to go off of?” Roy interupts.
“Aren’t you the one with the senses and social decency of a dirty bloodhound? Why can’t you just sniff them out yourself?” the spice queen rudely counters.
“That usually be the case, especially with how much power that little necklace of hers is carrying. And yet despite that, I can’t feel a thing.
Can really only think of two reasons why; either she got the hell outta dodge and fucked off outta town.”
“Or?” Tore wonders.
“She found some a way to cover her tracks. And judging from the little soul harvest that happened last night, it’s probably more of the latter than the former.”
“So what does all that mean?” the boy genius questioning.
“He’s full of shit is what it means.” Cayenne rudely claims.
“Still, even with all the people she’s been reaping, I doubt she can carry them all on her at once; especially given the rapid rate she’s collecting them.” the merc continues.
“You think Chloe might be stockpiling them somewhere?” Tore wonders.
“If that’s true, then how come you can’t find where they’re all that?” Mally adds.
“Could be cloaking them all the same way she’s cloaking herself. Don’t know how though.”
“Alright, I had just enough of this bag of prepackage zebrashit. What the hell makes all of you so sure that Chloe doing all this instead of being in the hands of child trafficking psychopath?”
“Oh, I’m sorry. You happen to know anybody else that can glow a bright shade of neon pink...No?
Well then, may I courteously invite your spicy mouth to taste the jalapeno chili sliding out of my rectum?”
“How bout I make you taste something else, you purple prick!?”
Before the spice queen could throw a single punch to the merc’s smug ass face, the blue angel gets between the two of them; Tore confessing to the spice queen that:
“Look, we don’t know if its Chloe for sure. But given the increase in coma cases since last night, it just something we should keep in mind.”
“Imma about serve both of ya’ll a fresh hot can of whoop ass stew if you don’t shut yer damn mouths.”
Its then that the entire confrontation is put to a sudden stop when all three of them hear the orange skater go off on them; screaming to them that:
“All of you just shut up! We’re all on the clock here and we can’t waist the minutes giving each other piles of crap.
If any of you wanna help us get everyone’s souls back and save potential hundreds of live, then can all of you kindly stop flinging yer shit like a bunch of fuckin monkeys!”
Hearing such a booming outburst come from the orange skater causes everyone to grow completely silent; the spice queen can’t help but give her a little applause.
To his guest’s loud outburst, the boy genius takes a glance back to both of his comatose parents lying upon the felt of their couch; affirming to all of them that:
“She’s right.”
Kingsley gazes back to the rest of them with a determined glare, continuing to back Mally’s statement with:
“If were actually gonna get anywhere in this mess, we need to stop fighting with each other and combine both of our investigations into one.
We won’t rest until we find Chloe and who’s been taking everyone’s soul.”
“Guess we know who’s callin the shots here. What you think we should do?” the blue angel wonders.
“First thing we should do is try and gather more info on all this. A clue or two to point us in the right direction.”
“Didn’t you say something earlier about the police investigating Chloe’s disappearance?” the skater reminds.
“The boys in blue are workin on it, but I doubt they’d be much help. And I doubt they’ll be so ready to hand over their confidentials to a bunch of random ass kids.” Cayenne confirms.
“Not unless you pull in a couple of favors from the inside.” the purple merc corrects.
“From a merc job of yours?” Tore guesses.
“Somethin like that. Caught wind of a little scandle involving Townsville’s boys in blue a couple weeks back.
They might help us if they don’t want their shit to get leaked. The kinda shit that makes people wanna punch you in the throat and beat the juicy red organs outta you while gasping for air.
Calling in a couple of those kinds of favors should get us hooked up with all the info we need on both cases.”
“Sorry but, are we really gonna go so far as to blackmail the police to get what we want?” the boy genius questions.
“Yes.” the spice queen bluntly states.
“I-...Tsk, alright then. Guess I’ll stay here and read what I can from it all.
It might be best for the rest of you guys to go around and ask our friends for anything they might’ve saw.”
“Sounds like a plan.” Mally claims.
“Gotcha, Captain.” Tore salutes.
“Right behind ya.” Cayenne states.
“Hopefully we can muster enough clues out’ve it all to fix this whole mess before it all comes tumbling down on us.”
Throughout the entire police station, the few officers within scramble through the insides in efforts to manage the oncoming calls and reports; the sound of footsteps and voices ringing inside the entirety of the station as they man the phone lines and carry in new documents.
Taking the brunt of all this stress be the very captain of the force himself, glued to his private desk as he looks over the constant cases coming in; taking a couple of ibuprofen pills with his coffee in between his hefty breath.
Come on, Captain Blanks; get a hold of yourself. Everyone in the city is hauling in coma reports and counting on you to get to the cause of this epidemic. Hopefully, we can find whose behind all this; for the sake of the city’s sanity...and ours.
In the midst of his constant work on the tablet, the intercom beside him sounds off; somebody on the other end informing the chief that:
“Captain Blanks. There’s a private call directed to your office that’s attempting to get through. He says he’s a friend of yours.”
“Are you kidding me, Jackson? Do we look like we got time for any kind of prank these teenagers have up their asses? Turn them down!”
“Uh, the caller’s saying he want to talk to you about something called, uh...The Strawberry Jamboree of Mildreds farm.”
Hearing this bizarrely specific phrase is all it takes to instantly send a freezing chill up the captains spine; the man left standing stiffly silent as the tablet in his hands drops to the floor.
“Uh...Sir…Are you still there?” the receptionist questions.
“Put him through.”
“What?”
“Now Jackson, and close the other lines!.”
“Y-Yes captain!”
Once the captains receptionist hangs up, the cap’s own trembling hands grasps the neck of the private phone beside him; putting the phone up to his ear and hearing the caller greet the captain with:
“Hi, Blanky babyyyy!”
“What the fuck are you doing calling me at a time like this, Roy? You realize how busy we all are?”
“Chillaz, big guy. I’m just calling in to cash in a little favor we settled on, that’s all.”
“I seriously don’t have a single second to spare for you to fling your bullshit at me. The entire police force is up to their necks in constant comatose cases coming in from all over the city and we’re spread out thinly enough as is. I sure as hell don’t need another headache on me to worry about right now.”
“Well ain’t that just a big coinkydinky for us all, ain’t it. A couple of my pallies and I are busy looking in the same exact thing; comatose people and all. You know we all have loved ones going through this shit, so you can probably understand.
Which is why I’ll be needing to cash in that favor we agreed on a couple weeks ago on the farm; preferably in the form of whatever documents and evidence you guys managed to gather on the whole case. Sound cool?”
“Are you being real with me? You’re just expecting me to drop everything we’re working on to sneak out confidential reports and documents with our ongoing case just to hand it all over to some random asshole on the phone? You know what that’ll make me look like?”
“Can’t make you look any worse if the news outlets hear about all your little “guests” you took over at the strawberry farm.”
“How the hell do you think I can haul out countless documents and reports from a hot ongoing case without getting my blue ass caught?”
“I don’t fuckin know. Just copy a bunch and send it my way; it ain’t my problem. But it will be your’s if the entire state catches on with what kind of fertilizer their grocery bought strawberries are grown with.”
“Nrrgh! Fine, just gimme a little time to work, kay.”
“Thanks, blanky babyyy! Tell yer girl I said hi!”
Their little negotiations ending with the purple merc giving a little smooch, the captain hears the line disconnect; the line ringing in his ears as a cold shutter runs down his spine.
The captain slams the phone back on his desk as he waltzes out behind his desk; opening his door to face the sectritary on the other side and demanding:
“Jackson, grab all the documented files we have on the comatose case, pronto.”
Standing to the face of a house stationed along the suburbs, the orange skater roughly knocks upon the front door; hearing from the other side a familiar voice urging her that:
“Hang on a second!”
After hearing this, Mally witnesses the door fling wide open to reveal the ice dragon herself; a slightly offput glare forming upon the skaters face when finding her snacking on a lone strawberry.
“Oh uh, you. Nnn...Maylord, right?”
“That-that’s not even a...”
After stammering this, a small sigh escapes from the skaters lungs; continuing past the ice benders excuse to guess her name with:
“Just look, I’m tryin to get around a little problem I have going on here. You happen to have heard anything from Chloe in the last 24 hours or so.”
“Mind I ask why you wanna stalk her that badly? You that thirsty for cherry red coke?”
The icy manipulators accusing questions causes the skater face to glow beat red; defensively flustering aloud that:
“No-I-wh-Ju-It’s-it’s just for business reasons, okay!?”
“Yuh huh. Sure.” Opal sarcastically agrees as she readies to shut her front door.
Before the ice bender could slam the door shut, the orange skater jams her foot in the door frame; admitting to Opal that:
“Fine. It’s cause Chloe went missing! She didn’t come home last night and Kingsley and the others are trying to find her.”
The ice bender hearing her sudden visitor claim such, she opens her door for the skater once more; letting out a little sigh before answering her with:
“Alright. I might have seen something up with her.”
“Like what?”
“Well, I was walking back home from the mall last night after getting a pair of cute shoes for only half off last night; figured since I had most of my winter gear on, I might as well take a little stroll along the scenic route cause I haven’t had a good walk in forever.”
“Is this gonna take long?”
“I’m getting to it. Anyway, I take a little stop over to this small part of downtown; the place with the cute little ramen shop that do the chocolate fortune cookie. I figured why not grab something to eat since I mom wouldn’t be home until ten.”
“So where does Chloe come in?”
“Patients dammit. Before I could go right in, I look over and see her right across the street all by herself. I figured that she might just been lost or going home so I thought why not grab a bite with her; it’ll give us some time to catch up.
As I was walking towards her however, I notices that she was talking to herself; all while holding out that little pink gem of hers from around her neck.
And as soon as I found her, the red head just flew off without so much as another word. I’ll be honest, it kinda creeped me out a bit.”
“You happen to catch which way she was going?”
“If I remember correctly, I saw her heading out towards the east side of town. Don’t really know why’d she want to go there really. I hear its kind of a mess over there.”
“Alright, thanks a bunch Opal.” the orange skater claims.
Having finished questioning the ice bender, she starts to take her leave from Opal’s home; but not before glancing back to point at her strawberry and warn her that:
“By the way, don’t eat those strawberries; they’re made out of dead people.”
The sudden warning causes the ice girl to cough up whatever pieces of strawberry she has in her mouth; the pieces falling to her front step as she panics with:
“Pffth, ah, cak! What!?”
In front of another home far deeper in the bowls of the city, the spice queen herself gives the door a less than gentle knock; a little green eyed girl cracking its wood open as she gazes to her bigger cousin.
“La prima? I didn’t expect you to pay us a visit. Usually its the other way around when our papa needs a babysitter. May I invite you in.”
“Hate to rush ya, Bianca; but I don’t got a lotta time on my hands. You all happen to know what’s going down to coma epidemic around here?”
“I don’t know about-”
“Yo Cayenne, I got somethin! Get yo ass in here!” they hear echoing from inside.
“Ty, me hermano! What did I say about shouting in the house!?”
A nervous giggle escaping the young girl, she glances back to her older cousin and offers how:
“May I offer you some pizza while your here. It came just this momento.”
As Bianca invites the spice queen inside, Cayenne’s eyes venture upwards as she walks into the living room; an impressed whistle leaving her lips.
“Holy shit, Ty. I figured you were all over this shit, but god damn.”
Standing before the spice queen be an entire wall covered in, documents, notes, records, statements, and plenty and plenty of photo’s; all weaved in a web of countless strings.
“Hell yeah, bitches! I’ve been lookin all this from top to bottom like some cracker browsin the wine section at Wal-Mart.
I got me some juicy conspiracies here on how all this a ploy by the government for testing some kind of new military weapon on their hands like a bunch of damn guinea pigs.”
“Yeah, that’s great Ty, but-”
“In fact, the only reason they though of settin it off here is cause they wantin to see how many homies get hit with it. They seein if they can get anyone with super power to fall fo it too, hoping to snuff us out if we catch on to them.”
“Ty, I need you to-”
“But I’ve been on to those motherfucka’s since this shit started. Right behind them trackin every move they do, takin pic, doc, notes, whateva I got my hands on.”
Once realizing she could get her little cousin to stop his indulgent theory ranting anytime soon, the spice queen takes a seat right on their cousins couch; a frustrated sigh leaving her lips as she sits down.
Her littler cousin, Lequan soon comes in the living room with a whole box full of steaming pizza and takes a slice as he sits next to his older cousin; the spice queen soon taking a slice of her own as she waits how the storm of verbal diarrhea gushing from Ty’s mouth.
Might as well, it ain’t like he’s gonna be stopping anytime soon.
A massive stack of countless files slams itself down upon a wooden desk; the impact of which makes the entire table tremble to its legs.
The boy genius is left utterly bewildered by how tall the collection of police reports and documents that the purple merc had promised.
“Uhn...not to sound ungrateful for this frightening amount of information to work with here, but mind if I ask which strings you had to pull to get all this?”
“Mind if I ask you if your sexy twink ass really wants to know what dark secrets bellow underneath your city’s police forces that they’d kill to keep outta the public eye, or do ya wanna close those cute little blowjob lips of yours and get started on going through all these reports and documents that your precious purple pal got for ya?”
It takes the boy genius a good few seconds to think of a response to the merc’s lewd question; constantly opening and closing his mouth until he finally requests that:
“Heya, how bout you take the time to search through the city with the others a couple times. I’m betting they could use someone like you to help out.”
“Alright, I get it. But just so you know, I’ll be waiting.” the merc claims as he leaves the boy genius with the huge stack of reports.
As soon he hears the sound of his front door shutting, Kingsley lets out a spine curdling shutter; quaking in his shoes as he wonders aloud:
“It must be a real story on how Mally wound up getting a guy like that as her brother.”
Facing another house nesting in the suburbs, the blue angel frantically beats the face of the homes front door; Tore watching as a small orange haired demon cracks the door open with a less than patient glare.
“Heyo Alex! How ya doing, ya little demon? I was wanting to ask you if-”
Before even hearing whatever nonsense the blue angel has to spew out from his mouth, the little demon slams the front door right in his visitors face, walking back toward his living room as an annoyed growl leaves his lungs.
Seriously, there’s only so much irritating bullshit that a demon can handle at once; and that big pile of it just outside is something no demon should have to deal with. Better off digging through actual manure than delving into whatever kind of migraine inducing nonsense that blue idiot wants subjugate all of us through.
Before Alex could put that potential headache behind him, the sound of breaking glass soon reaches his ears; turning back to find the blue nuisance delving straight through the window.
Witnessing his indigo intruder arise from the carpet in a mess of glass shards and blood, the orange haired demon backs away against the wall as the blue angel lumbers over; hearing the bloody blue dumbass ask:
“Think I could I could ask ya a couple questions, buddy?”
With his blue intruder slowly approaching, Alex forms a sharp blade from his trembling arm and warns him to:
“St-stay back, you dimwitted oaf! I’m sharply armed.”
“Oh, guessin your two busy to help Kingsley out, huh?”
As soon as the demons ears catch the sound of the boy genius’s name, Alex’s frightened demeanor takes a complete one eighty; a sharp gasp escaping his mouth as his blade arm returns to normal.
“My Kingsley needs me?”
“Um...well, he’s trying to find-”
Before the angel could finish explaining, he feels his demonic host grasp the collar of his glass coated blazer; exclaiming that:
“What in burning depths of Satans own boiling bathhouse are we standing around like some brain dead urchins here for? If my Kingsley needs me, then there’s no time for us to gawk around! To the manor we go forth!”
Declaring such, the little demon races out his front door faster than the angel’s eye could catch up; Tore watching as Alex takes off towards the setting sun in the horizon.
Glancing back inside, the blue boy discovers the demons own mother sitting in the living room; staring upon the angel that crashed through her window.
“Hi, Ms Utonium. Nice to see your son eager to help! Bye!”
Once giving his short greeting, Tore charges towards the neighboring window leaps right through its fragile glass; crashing through as he yells out:
“Yeet!”
After witnessing the young man casually break through both of her front windows, all that Alex’s mother could muster was a frustrated sigh; pinching her forehead as her gaze drops to her glass shard covered carpet.
Back within the Spicer abode itself, Kingsley continues studying through the dozens upon dozens of police reports and document scattered across his desk space; the constant noise of paper sounding through the house as he scans through the files.
The boy genius suddenly stops filing through the reports when inspecting two of them at once; noticing an odd and sudden change in the case reports.
This doesn’t make any sense. According to the documents filed before the other night, the reports that came in had the witnesses describe something else leaving the scene; something leaving behind a rainbow like trail while fleeing. Why the change in color? Maybe to throw people off?
The suspect might be changing, but something in most of the reports have been consistent all the way through.
The vast number of comatose victims that have been coming up from all this have been primarily men, very rarely do any woman seem to have been effected. A rather specifically bizarre demographic to target; could be something to keep in mind when sussing out a suspect.
Something else to note is which direction the culprit escapes towards; most of the witness reports claiming that they see them escaping out towards the east.
Roy did say something about how they might be stockpiling them somewhere; a likely place they’d store them all in the east side of town.
Even if given little clues on whose going around and reaping out people souls, there could still be a way to figure out where the culprit might be keeping them all.
With all this, at least we all can wake everyone from their coma’s; hopefully we can do it in time before those not on life support don’t…
This thought dwelling in his head, Kingsley takes a glance back towards the living room; both of his comatose parents lying peacefully on the couch next to eachother.
No...It won’t come to that. We will wake everyone before they die. Even if it takes every ounce of effort that all of us can spare.
This motivation ringing in his head, the boy genius turns back to his report littered desk and pulls out his laptop; bringing up an entire detailed map of Townsville right on screen.
The twilight lit sun shining at his side, the purple merc glides across the sunset kissed skyline; all the while pondering aloud on how:
“It just don’t add up here. How can this soul reaping shit stain even hide from my senses. Hadn’t had much trouble tracking people down before.
Think you can quit with the “thou must not interfere with the holy plan” bull of an excuse and actually help us out for once, Hera?”
“I’ve told you countless time that there are rules that a goddess like myself must abide by. Though that doesn’t mean I can’t relay helpful advice to my messenger.”
“And?”
“As embarrassing it is for me to admit, I’ve had just as much luck as you have attempting to find this soul snatching suspect...or Chloe for that matter.”
“You too, huh? Think they might be some kind of undead robbing people of their lives and eating them like screaming chunky beef stew.”
“Believe me when I say that I’d notice somebody like that roaming around. Raising the dead is practically a steep taboo. Shouldn’t be much of a surprise to say how it doesn’t work out as well as people wish.
No, I’d wager it be somebody whose capable of high level concealment magic. How else could they hide themselves from us?”
The goddess in his head claiming all this, the merc’s gaze drifts towards the streets below; a discomforting groan escaping from his line.
“A bit nervous, are we?” Hera wonders.
“It’s just the small bits that are getting to me.
The fact that I can’t tell where the culprit or the victims are, the sudden and unexplained abductions, the mentions of powerful magic; all if its just screaming to me in loud and weird profanity on how all of this feels eerily familiar.”
“You think you have an idea on who might be behind all of this?”
These familiar patterns ringing in his head, it quickly dawns on him who exactly fits the bill for it all; Roy’s purple eyes suddenly shrinking as a chill runs down his spine.
“Roy?”
Before the goddess in his head could speak any further, the purple merc turns a complete one eighty and rockets straight back towards the manor he flew from.
Slumped on the couch at her cousins place, Cayenne is about on her last straw having with Ty’s constantly spewing conspiracy bullshit; hearing the young boy continue on and on with:
“That’s why they hopin to use these weapon to take over the African government to line their pockets, the crackers up top tryin to cut my brotha’s from right underneath them.”
“Come on...” the spice queen utters.
“And once they done with my homies, they gonna go for the Chinese next. Hoping to get their hands on the market and squeeze out as much as they can from their hoods.”
“I really don’t give a shi-”
“The last part of their plan involves finally makin this whole thing public and reveal what they been doin the whole time. Scarin everyone to do as they say and finally take over the-”
“Ty!”
His cousins sudden outburst finally gets him to stop rambling on, at last giving the spice queen the time to say that:
“I ain’t here to listen to your constant conspiracy ranting. I’m being serious when I say I need actual tangible evidence on this case. Not one of your overblown theories; practical facts.”
“Oh ho, you say my conspiracy game is bullshit; but I manage to snag me a couple a good pics. Including one with the bitch behind all this. Saw her sorry ass leavin a scene of the crime just last night.”
“Wait, “Her”? Ty, what did you see?”
“Right so check it. I was going around town under one of my investigations into this shit. Trackin the patterns of which homes she was hittin.”
“You mean you just stumbled on it?”
“While going through one of the neighborhoods, caught myself a little pink light landin nearby, went to check it out.
Wind up flying to the next street over and found the glowing girl leaving just as fast from one of the homes.
As the pink bitch was flyin off, I pull out my phone and got me a pic of her.”
Gazing upon her cousins phone, Cayenne finds on the screen a sort of blurry photo of a shadowy figure surrounded in glowing pink trail through the night sky.
“This it?” she wonders.
“I...Well...Th-the hell did you expect in the midst of the action. This line of work ain’t about quality. Lucky I wound up getting what I did before the bitch flew off. Took off faster than a damn Lamborgini going down the hood at night, just racin to get outta there.”
Inspecting the photo closely, Cayenne is able to make out some specifics of the runaway culprit; looking around to be a young teenage girl with long hair reaching her mid waist.
Though she can’t make out much else from the womans figure underneath the shadows; she can tell that the source of the bright pink glow seems to be emanating from around her neck.
These details fail to paint a hopeful picture for the spice queen, the voices of the merc and his two siblings claiming who the culprit may be ringing in her head.
“Ty. Could you make out anything else? Like something about her hair?” Cayenne seriously question.
“Well, seein as I got your attention. I was think that we could figure out what those CIA bitches be up to-”
Interupting her cousins words, Cayenne grabs hold of Ty shoulders and brings him face to face; firmly questioning him:
“What color was the hair, Tyquell?”
“Damn girl, chill! It was red, kay. The hell’s the big deal for?”
Having confirmed a wavering fear in head, Cayenne puts her cousin down and almost immediately sprints for the door; breaking down the door just as Bianca heads inside.
“Aw, prima Cayenne leaving already. I was just finished making churro’s for us.”
As the spice queen speeds through the sunset kissed skies, she pulls out her phone and quickly attempts to call her best friend; hearing the dial go off on the other end.
“Come on. Pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up.”
Unfortunately for her, Kingsley fails to answer; his phone going straight to voicemail.
“God dammit, Kingsley! Why won’t you answer!? This is something you need to hear.”
Dwelling within the dimly lit recesses of the Spicer abode, the young boy genius’s phone is left on silent as he peruses through the dozens of documents littering his desk.
On the screen of his laptop lay the map of Townsville, with several lines and points decorating the east side of the city.
“It has to be somewhere around there. The reports all mention what direction the suspect is going, all them pointing towards a general direction.
But where are they putting the souls, they have to hold them somewhere big enough to fit all of them; somewhere nobody would bat an eye to...Wait...”
Its in pondering such that he glances to the papers once more, taking another look at the report to read on the exact directions the witnesses claimed the suspect was heading.
It all then dawns on him; rapidly sliding over to his laptop and gliding the mouse to the east part of the map as he claims that:
“I know where they are.”
Just before he could circle the location he has in mind, the side of his bedroom wall suddenly busts inward; enveloping the entire room in a thick cloud of wall dust.
As he coughs up the puffs of dust, the boy genius races out towards the direction of his door; reaching his arm out to its handle as he sprint.
Just inches from the doorknob, a wayward pink beam blasts off the handle; keeping Kingsley from escaping.
With nowhere to run, the boy genius gazes towards the light permeating from the dissipating clouds; witnessing a single floating figure slowly glide in.
“No...No…Why?” Kingsley utters as he backs against the face of his shut door, the approaching figures bright pink light blanketing his own.
Above the brightly lit stone hanging around the intruders neck formed a sinister grin; her red lock flowing along the sides of the young girls pink dress.
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Sbj - More Than Human Buttercup for 2, 9, 11, 17, 18 and 21
It’s been a long time since I’ve done a re-read, but let’s see …
2.) Their emotional/moral weak spots:
Just like in the show, Buttercup has what’s known as Middle Child Syndrome. She doesn’t have any flashy special powers like her sisters do, her name doesn’t have any special meaning*, and she doesn’t have any stand-out talents that her sisters don’t also share (e.g. Bubbles is also a singer, Blossom is also good at sports). Buttercup has insecurities and self-esteem issues that directly correlate to the fact that she doesn’t feel special, but at the same time, she has pride issues that also make it so that she doesn’t want anyone’s pity, which also means that she can’t really seek out validation that she is special and worthwhile, either.
Related to these same issues are abandonment issues. Buttercup’s relationship and subsequent breakup with Mitch really hit her hard. I think that part of her shyness with regards to public displays of affection goes back to her issues with validation and her insecurities. She wanted that special attention from Mitch, but she also didn’t want a spotlight shined on her by everyone, and so she was reluctant to show that relationship in public. But this led to Mitch getting the wrong message—that she was embarrassed to be with him—and so he broke up with her. Buttercup was devastated, but she didn’t want anyone to know she was devastated, but at the same time the loss of everything with Mitch, friendship included, has really wounded her deeply. I think this is part of why she’s so reluctant to acknowledge her feelings toward Butch. She values his friendship too much to risk losing it, just as she did with Mitch.
As far as moral weakspots go, Buttercup is the most likely Powerpuff to go Too Far in a fight. Blossom has had her dalliances with crime (stealing golf clubs for the Professor), and Bubbles has her moments of violence (“Bubblevicious”), but Buttercup actually enjoys fighting and is more … I don’t want to say realistic, but whereas Bubbles is the type to believe there is good in just about everyone, and Blossom is one to want to stick to things By the Book, Buttercup is more likely to acknowledge that there just isn’t good in everyone and that sometimes sticking by the book isn’t enough. This is why she was (iirc) okay with the JS Inc business when Butch assured her that everyone he and the others have killed were bad, bad people. It’s still murder, but in Buttercup’s mind it’s more easily justified if the victims were evil. I don’t think Buttercup would ever be a villain herself, but I do think she toes the line closer than either of her sisters, and that having her sisters in her life is a big part of why she never crosses it.
9.) Humiliating memories:
I don’t think it was exactly humiliating, but her breakup with Mitch isn’t something she likes to think about. Wasn’t there also something where she made some kid in elementary school eat glue? Was his name actually Elmer? I feel like that was in an episode and SBJ referenced it as happening (of course), and I think that’s something that Buttercup wouldn’t look upon with pride or fondness. Other than that I’m not too sure, and I feel weird making up events that happened in the life of a character in someone else’s fic, haha.
OH, but remember that crush on Ace from the Gangreen Gang that she had on in the series? Yeah, that’s super embarrassing. She doesn’t like to think about that, either.
11.) Bad or petty habits:
I think that SBJ writes the girls (and boys) as not having human hands, as in the show, but if she did and they had fingers, I could see Buttercup messing with her nails all the time: biting them, picking at the cuticles, et cetera. It would drive Bubbles crazy because Buttercup could have nice nails if she tried! But she doesn’t and so this is a discussion they have that goes on in endless circles, which in turn drives Blossom crazy.
17.) Regrets:
The whole thing with Mitch, to an extent. Buttercup has replayed that day / night over and over again in her head, trying to figure out where things went wrong and if she could have done anything differently to get a different result. She can’t get a different result, of course. It happened and she has no way to change that. But she’s still wondered, even if she knows at the end of the day that she wouldn’t do anything differently, and that just makes her feel even worse about it.
That said, lately she’s been moving past her feelings on that whole ordeal, and healing. It becomes less of a regret with each passing day.
18.) Things they’ll never admit:
I don’t think she ever wants to admit her childhood crush on Ace to another living soul, haha. It definitely was not one of her proudest moments. At the moment, though, she also doesn’t want to admit her feelings for Butch even to herself. SBJ said that the Greens’ big moment would come in the last chapter and at this point, I believe her.
21.) Turning points in their life:
I think the biggest was probably that moment (in the movie, I think) where she and her sisters had gone to space to escape all the people in Townsville who hated them, but could hear the screams of the people down below, and ultimately decided to return and help them. That was probably the biggest turning point for all three Girls, I think: To realize that even if people hated them, they couldn’t turn those backs on and refuse to help those people, no matter how hurt they were or how badly they wanted to. They couldn’t just ignore people in distress. Even if Buttercup toes the line the closest, at the end of the day she’s still a hero at her core and she can’t ignore that part of her nature. However begrudgingly, she will always save the day. It’s what makes her a Powerpuff Girl.
There are other, smaller moments, too, such as the breakup with Mitch and the moment in the most recent chapter where she lost her shit when Butch almost died, but I prefer that moment from the movie because it’s not dependent on a guy or romance, haha. It speaks more about Buttercup at her core, and so I think that’s the most monumental moment.
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Powerpuff Girls 2016 - “Checkin’ Out”
Written by: Jake Goldman, Haley Mancini
Written & Storyboarded by: Benjamin P. Carow, Caitlin Vanarsdale
Directed by: Nick Jennings, Bob Boyle
A special night time version of Fly Pow Bye this week! Thankfully, this store is open 24/7.
Our episode begins with Townsville under attack by a nameless alien invasion, as led by an evil alien that bears a striking resemblance to Vilgax from Ben 10. First Logan from Never Been Blissed, and now this. Wonder when Dollar General Gwen will show up. He has come to destroy this world unless they give him something he really wants: a nice dinner.
Earth has a ton of great chefs that can easily fulfill that request for that nice dinner, and they probably would accept. I'm sure there's at least one guy on the planet that will drive him in his yellow Chevy in his quest to go to the fabled "Flavortown." However, Dollar Store Vilgax seemingly only wants meals from people that look like bug-eyed aliens, and the Reboot Puffs take it upon themselves to satisfy his hunger. This sounds like a start of a commercial for Powerpuff Girls Macaroni and Cheese.
Wow, that mac and cheese has really gone bad! No, this is actually a dish called Plat de Fantise de Gelee de Cereales. In English, a fancy jelly cereal dish, and that's assuming they meant to say "fantaisie." I should not knock them on their French, because I'll admit that I used Google Translate for that. This is what Blossom decides this alien would really like, mostly because the site said it was "out of this world". Certainly doesn't look like anything of this world, so it's probably fitting!
Bubbles looks at this dish and says that this dish is so fancy, that they have to go to the fanciest supermarket in town...
...Savings Pig! See, the joke is that this store doesn't seem like a delicatessen, and the "savings" implies that it's a discount store. That seems to be a running theme in the reboot; they went to discount superhero clothing stores on quite a few occasions. I would have preferred Malph's, but I guess it wouldn't be as funny if that was said by a redneck impression.
They manage to get all but two of the ingredients...at least, that's what Blossom claims. Did the recipe really call for an unwrapped chicken drumstick and a sausage? Also, even if this is the Savings Pig, how can the Reboot Puffs afford all of what's in that cart on a 6-year-old's allowance? It might be hard to convince the cashier that the fate of the world should be payment enough. Chances are, we may not even get that far.
Blossom tasks Bubbles and Buttercup for cereal and jelly, deciding to get the two items that the dish is named after last. The dish's name is in French, but they do have someone who can speak French on the team, along with every other language. This episode...kind of uses that later in the episode? Bubbles asks what kind of cereal, and Blossom says that the recipe doesn't say. I would think that would be important, but I guess they couldn't spin a plot like this on us if it was specific:
Blossom: I don't want to sound over-dramatic, but the fate of the world rests on what cereal you pick.
(dramatic thump)
Yeah, Bubbles, calm down, it's only the end of the world.
Buttercup is tasked to find the jelly. The recipe isn't clear on this one, either, but I could see Buttercup just assuming what flavor it is. She is an uncaring rascal, after all. Moving past the jelly sauce and the jelly mayo, she finds that the regular, plain jelly has been moved. Buttercup scoffs at this sabotage against the world, which may be a little more literal considering the world is in peril, and she's on the case!
Literally, as the scene goes into this black-and-white film-noir-esque comic style, as Detective Buttercup, PI starts to investigate the disappearance of this rare ordinary jelly.
If you haven't guessed yet, this is a three shorts episode, where each Powerpuff Girl gets their own story that combines their supermarket sweep and their imagination. I must say, this visual choice for Buttercup is a highlight of the episode, and it is really disappointing that Buttercup's part in this is the only part that really does this. It would have been interesting to see this reboot's version of The Bare Facts. They do borrow one thing from that episode, and really don't do it as well.
We suddenly cut to Bubbles trying to decide which cereal would be the best to add to this dish. There's Rainbow Raspberries, Marshmallow Majorettes, Count Von Sugar, and Leprechaun Lingonuts. It's made by leprechauns, for leprechauns, as proven by an actual leprechaun that happened to be shopping. By that name, I hope it's not made with leprechauns. Unfortunately, none of these cereals jump out to Bubbles as something that would appeal to aliens! If only Quisp still existed!
It's not that they don't jump out, period, as, suddenly, the mascots for all of those cereals hop out of the boxes, ready to advertise themselves to this impressionable youth. Surprisingly, Bubbles doesn't start screaming and flying out of the store in horror like that one Sprite ad. Instead, she starts a dance party with them!
Thankfully before Bubbles gets to twerk again, we immediately cut to Blossom getting in line, knowing fully well that Bubbles and Buttercup can find jelly and cereal in time. Thankfully, she never heard about the Bubbles getting the mail situation, and it's probably for the best that nobody does. She uses the express line, with a rule against having more than 115 items.
However, she notices the line is taking too long, and notices the elderly woman in front of the line has 116 items in her cart, one more than the limit. Shocked at this crime, she goes up to a clerk and demands that she takes her away, and she gets ignored. But how, this misdemeanor might cost Blossom a whole 3 seconds of the poor cashier scanning that one extra item before she can save the world!
Suddenly, Blossom gets into an imagination spot of her own, where this old lady is the Witch of 116 Items, sitting on a pile of them on top of the only bridge to town, preventing everyone from going home! She imagines herself as Lady Blossom of the Savings Pig, giving a little more meaning to the store's name by making Blossom look even more ridiculous.
That's all we get out of that plot before they cut back to the Buttercup plot, where she terrorizes a hapless clerk who was just stocking some Soup Soap. She demands to know where the jelly went, or she'll give him a jawbreaker! This is a set up for a joke about the candy, but it feels a little forced. If someone is holding me against a wall, threatening me with something called a jawbreaker, that candy would be the last thing I'd think about.
He obliges when offered said jawbreaker for that info, saying it's in Aisle 64, and Buttercup just leaves. The clerk then demands his jawbreaker, and Buttercup, ever so thankful of this clerk who gave her all the information she needed, throws it at him with enough force to actually break his jaws. Oh, that rascal!
We don't get to see what happened to that clerk as this transitions to...the Blossom plot? In the span of 3 minutes, they changed the focus 5 times, and they couldn't even be bothered to take turns. This episode just rapidly changes between these three plots randomly, as if a baby just decided to start teething on a remote control. We get one joke, and then the scene changes, and then another joke, and then the scene changes, rarely can the plot actually breathe. It gets kind of annoying.
A partial thing that might be causing more harm to this kind of editing, also seen in episodes like Splitsville, is that Blossom's part is lackluster by comparison. Bubbles and Buttercup get pretty relatable situations, letting their imaginations fly with being indecisive and finding relocated items. Blossom, on the other hand, is getting angry over something most people would just brush off. Seems to be a general problem with Blossom, actually.
Anyway, she gets pelted by witchcraft-propelled groceries. That's all we get from this cut; it might as well have been tacked on to the earlier scene.
We smash cut to Bubbles, even if there was a very good opportunity to use those groceries as a transition, who is now in a cereal wonderland. This land is filled with cereal, their mascots, and some pretty shameless copyright infringement! Along with the other characters that are certainly on the side of parody, we have what is clearly Toucan Sam and Tony the Tiger just dancing along. Tony does look a little bit different with his yellow shirt, but that's clearly just Toucan Sam. They didn't even try to make him look different; he even has the same nose colors.
There's a possibility that they owed Kellogg's some product placement for making that Powerpuff Girls cereal from decades ago. I doubt it.
Everyone, except for Tony and Toucan Sam, the latter of which only appearing in that one shot, asks Bubbles to choose them, even telling her to take them all if she can't decide on one. Just like the Buttercup plot, this is relatable, though in a different way. Anyone had those times where they couldn't decide between one thing or another, even something as minor as cereal choice, and this is a decent metaphor for that mental state.
But we don't have time to think about that, because we already switched to the Buttercup plot. Buttercup manages to find Aisle 64, represented in her imagination as this secret warehouse with a little peephole. It's a nice touch. Eventually, the perpetrator of the jelly scandal smacks her with the door, and runs off with the last jelly jar in the store. Buttercup chases after him, and we get another smash cut to Bubbles.
The episode switching the channel yet again, we see that Bubbles finally decided on giving the aliens some Cherry Chimpanzees with their jelly. The other mascots don't take it too well. Again, a good sight into this kind of mental state; no matter which option you choose, you always get the feeling that the other choices were better. By the way:
Leprechaun Lingonuts mascot: When we're done with her, she'll be seeing stars...and rainbows, and...
That joke was funny. Maybe it's funny compared to the "it's not even made of real chimpanzees" joke that Not Count Chocula says, but still. Both FoodFight and this episode have obvious Count Chocula clones; I guess it's far less risky to skirt that copyright when he's already a parody.
Meanwhile, Blossom is cutting up all of those groceries, ending with Blossom making a cheese board, a fruit bowl, and a ham sandwich. The joke is...she's cutting up food? After effortlessly slicing and dicing like a Slap Chop, the Witch says this completely original line:
Witch of 116 Items: You fared well against the appetizers...but how will you do against the main course?!
Yeah, you're no Broccoloid, lady.
After a sword slice transition, something this episode needed more of, we see that Buttercup catches up to the jelly-thieving crook. She decides to reveal who he really is: Big Peanut Butter! Sort of like Big Tobacco and Big Pharma, Big Peanut Butter was in a conspiracy to make him more desirable for the recipe. He snaps his fingers, and his goons show up, ready to take her on, crunchy-style. Buttercup, undeterred, says this one liner:
Buttercup: I always know how to get out of a jam!
I'll give them this: it's better than "let's strawberry jam out of here."
Unlike Bubbles, who runs away at the sight, Buttercup isn't afraid to punch out all of the goons in a slideshow beatdown. And then Buttercup realizes she's now surrounded by four heavily bruised customers, plus a poor clerk with a broken jaw. Okay, that actually didn't happen...as far as this episode is concerned, anyway.
She asks the monkey what she can do about this. Gasp, Bubbles talking to animals that can't talk back?! One minor bit of disappointment is that she just talks to it in English just like Lassie. All the pieces were set for another animal impression; it's an animal, Bubbles can supposedly still talk to animals, and, even though he's a cereal mascot, that monkey can't even talk!
This monkey's plan is to melting them all with milk. Can't say it's not a fitting end for this part, though she should thank the shooting stars and four leaf clovers that Captain Roofofyourmouthkiller wasn't one of the options.
We quickly go through everyone else's ending in the same haphazard way the rest of the episode goes through, which fits a lot better since this is what leads to the conclusion. Buttercup, even with her ability to fly super fast, even keeping her green contrail that doesn't make sense with the part's style, she couldn't stop the Jelly from crashing into the ground.
As for Blossom, the Witch just ends up running out of items. Seeing an opportunity to attack, she takes out some baguettes and starts to slideshow beat down her into submission with them. Why baguettes?
Because that's what she was holding outside of their imagination. Okay, I slightly lied about lying about Buttercup, though we never get to see who or what she beat up outside of her imagination. The Reboot Puffs get banned from the Savings Pig, leaving them with no other option but to serve the aliens a casserole made of whatever they had in the cupboard. To make this long story short, they get away with it. They even say they got away with it.
Buttercup: Uh, did we just get away with this?
Blossom: Yup.
Yeah, in your universe, maybe. Oh, and thanks for forgetting the lesson you learned in Imagine That, girls. That is how the episode ends. Once again, the day isn't saved thanks to the Powerpuff Girls. They just get away with it, don't they?
Does the title fit?
Perfectly describes one of the plots in this episode, at least.
How does it stack up?
While the way I ended this review made it seem like I was going to give this a Disgusted, I couldn't really give it one in the end. I can't really knock this episode's creativity. The Buttercup part is a good send-up of the usual film noir tropes, the Bubbles part has a few decent jokes, and the Blossom part participated.
In the end, it's not okay enough for a Happy, nor is it offensive enough for a Disgusted. In the immortal words of Fake Tony the Tiger, this episode is grrrr-medio-grrrr.
Next, this show lays another bomb.
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