Title: Through the Eyes of an Outcast
Author: Dorri
Summary: A look into the heart and mind of an ambitious, evil genius, who everyone thought they had figured out. Mojo Jojo tells his story of how he came to be. (An autobiography)
Rating: K+ (for violence)
Disclaimer: I do not own Mojo, though I wish I did. I just love that little chimp. He's sole property of Craig McCracken.

THROUGH THE EYES OF AN OUTCAST

An autobiography by Mojo Jojo

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Introduction

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I know what you must be thinking. It's not every day a criminal decides to sit down and write an autobiography of himself, but I believe it is best to see what goes on in a criminal's mind in an entirely different perspective. People seem to think criminals are born of pure hate. They always think we do not have a story to tell, or that we could not possibly know what it's like to feel pain or misery. They think they can take one look at us and assume they know everything there is to know. After all, we are villains, right? What's to know? We are just soulless beings who seek the thrill of causing others pain. Come on, do you really think we are all that one-dimensional?

Writing this book was something I had not planned on doing. The idea just sort of occurred to me. I have spent three months in prison now after another failed attempt to destroy the Powerpuff Girls. I really don't think I need to go into great detail. I'm sure most of you know the major details already. I've sat in this dank cell, planning my escape for some time now, when my mind began to wander. Eventually, the thought of escaping had crept so far back into my mind that it had practically done away with itself, and as much as I tried to focus on escaping, it just proved to be too much of an effort. My mind was elsewhere.

For a couple of weeks I found myself being bombarded with dream upon dream, nightmare upon nightmare, and it continued on and on until I was almost at the point of tears. Frustrated and distraught, I started writing down these horrendous dreams in a notebook, meaning for them only to be journal entries-a way to express myself. But as I continued to read over every detail, my little idea for this entire autobiography was birthed.

Before I became a criminal mastermind, I was an outcast. I lived on the streets, scrounging for whatever I could find to eat, and to top it all off, I had to endure the harsh words of the citizens. They looked upon me as a freak, which I guess could have been considered pretty predictable. They insulted me, mocked me, and I took every bit of it with a lowered head. Yes, humankind can be harsh. I have known that even before the incident that made me the way I am, and I'll go more into detail about that in a little bit.

There is not one soul in the entire world who can look at me and say they know everything about me. I certainly cannot walk down the street, take one look at someone and say I know everything about him or her. I will admit, though, that I acknowledge and accept the fact that I have committed plenty of crimes which could very easily cloud anyone's judgment. But despite all that, I do not think it's fair to say that I cannot feel any other emotion besides anger or bitterness. It's easy to say a person is heartless, or has no soul, based on their actions, but I have never been a firm believer of this because I believe you cannot have anger without happiness, and you cannot have happiness without sadness, etc…. All these different emotions serve as a balance in our own minds, but it's very easy for it to become unbalanced and this is what makes your criminals, or your loners. Maybe it does sound ridiculous, but that's how I personally see it.

Most see me and think, That's Mojo Jojo, the most notorious criminal in Townsville. The Powerpuff Girls' worst enemy. I'll bet most of you didn't even know I was once Professor Utonium's lab assistant. Yes, that's right, me, Mojo Jojo, formally known as Jojo. And that's just one of the many things you'll know about me when you get done reading this book.

The point of this book is for you to see it through my eyes; to understand the journey I unwillingly had to take in order to get me where I am today. It is a journey that I cannot easily forget and a memory that has remained vivid and agonizing. I have not always been angry or menacing as you are accustomed to seeing me. I only hope that you take the time to read this book all the way through, if you are even intrigued enough to pick it up off a book shelf.

Your opinions of me probably will not change, and I do not really expect them to, but I'm not really looking to change anyone's opinion, honestly, but to instead get everyone to understand that you cannot make a snap judgment about someone when you really do not even know the first thing about them. If you still think I'm a cold-hearted monster after you read this book, then at least I will know that you are not just assuming you know everything about me when you know absolutely nothing. After all, every coin has two sides.

You know me as a criminal, a freak and a monster but you've never seen it through my eyes. My name is Mojo Jojo, and this is my tale.

A/N: I thought it was time I tried writing something different for a change, and I still have a soft spot for PPG, and especially Mojo. Yes, yes, I'm just another one of those losers who believes he's just misunderstood. I honestly don't know where this story came from. It was just one of those things that I HAD to write. This is basically just a break from all the PPG/RRB fics that are floating around. I have nothing against them, but there's just too many. I mean, way too many and really, enough is enough. I think a lot more possibilities need to be explored with the show. There's plenty of characters besides the Rowdyruff Boys to choose from and who are not quite as flat as them.

I can't promise the story will stay up. I've been known to delete a lot of stories after I lose interest, but we'll see where it goes. Reviews would be much appreciated :D