Disclaimer: I don’t own the Powerpuff Girls. They officially belong to Cartoon Network and Craig McCracken

Author’s Notes: I just wanted to put up a drabble series so I can have something to use when I have writer’s block. And also for the readers who want to read something other than Taking Responsibility. It will mostly be my exercise for me so I can get used to writing other couples (like Bubbles/Boomer and Butch/Buttercup) other than Brick/Blossom. It will also give me a chance to figure out the Brick/Blossom relationship because, believe it or not, I think their relationship is the most complex between the RRB/PPG couples.

So, enjoy. They are all unconnected drabbles unless I say otherwise. Merely here for my practice and your enjoyment. They focus on most everyone in the show (though mostly on the girls). Oh, I may stick mostly when the girls are older (again, unless I say otherwise).

Enjoy!

Introduction

Somewei

The start of it all was rather interesting.

Creating the girls was a purely selfish. Not in the way the town and its people tried to make it out to be. He wasn’t creating the girls in order to stop the villains of Townsville or any other good reason. He didn’t create them because of any saintly reason the town pegged him with. No, his reasons were entirely for himself and they were, in essence, selfish. As hard as it was believe, it was true.

It had started when he was a child and saved by the girls from Mojo (Of course, though, he didn’t know it was Mojo). He had wanted to recreate those perfect little girls for himself. When he was little, it was because he wanted playmates or someone he could thank. When he got older, he wanted them as children, to teach them right from wrong and make them like the angels in his vision. But never for the townspeople…after all, he never intended for them to have powers.

His parents and his brother, Eugene, had become startled when he suddenly quit his trouble-making ways for science. Not that they weren’t happy that their little John was finally becoming responsible, it was just rather quick. But, he started and they encouraged him.

In elementary school, it took a lot for teachers to take him seriously and to not question if he was cheating off his classmate, Matthew, or Sandy Keane (who were, at the time, the top two students in his grade), but, slowly, he earned their respect. Suddenly, the teachers were seeing John Utonium in a different light. They were seeing him as someone with potential rather than somebody to cause trouble. John liked it. Their enjoyment of John grew as he graduated in a new grade every year.

And it paid off in middle school when most of his elementary teachers gave John good praise to the middle school teachers. His name was suddenly becoming something aligned with goodness and responsibility. He nearly laughed at the irony because he knew, years before, he would have screamed in disdain if he heard his name right next to the words ‘good boy’ or ‘good student’. Now, he all but craved the attention the good students received. It was empowering.

But with that respect came disdain. His old friends abandoned him once they started tagging him with the title ‘nerd’. His leadership role within his clique was relinquished and John no longer had followers. For awhile, he felt loss. He had a natural leadership streak, of course, and so the loss of that position was a majoring blow to his ego.

Bullies also felt like they could pick on him now because of the fact he was a ‘nerd’, which, in John’s eyes, was just stupid. Just because he was smarter didn’t mean he was a wimp. John Utonium was a natural fighter (as he proved when he bit and kicked Mojo as a kid) and so the idea of bullies picking on him simply satisfied the leftover troublemaker in John. Bring it on, his mind would cackle. I can take them all with one hand tied behind my back. They’ll cower at the name Utonium by the time I’m done with them!

And despite his rowdiness, a more gentle side came with John – an understanding. He now could sit back and understand those around them. Who they were and why they did things. He grew a great respect for his environment and the people and creatures around him. While he wasn’t an big advocate of saving trees and whatnot like some of his classmates were, he still understood that trees carried a natural balance to the Earth. He understood that the creatures of the forests and seas were necessary to the equilibrium of the planet. Because of his gentle understanding, he accepted the ways of the planet.

…except when it came to the perfect little girls.

In high school, all of his teachers gladly accepted his proposal for a science club and he went ahead with the idea. Now, John Utonium was a leader once more. He led the science fans within the campus, ignoring the disdained looks he received from old friends and welcoming praise from his new friends. By the end of his four years, letters of recommendation flowed towards him like metal to a magnet. He felt invincible!

College was another story.

He was determined to make something of himself. He had proposed he would create a new element and most of the school laughed at him. His own brother thought John was a little too much, saying he needed to take things a step at a time (after all, Eugene was the more practical of the two brothers), but John refused. And, in turn, he created Chemical X. Suddenly, John was on his way to becoming a renowned scientist.

By the time was out of college, people had forgot about him and John Utonium was thrust into a world of crime and gangs. Townsville, he soon figured out, was not well. The crime rate was almost as high – if not higher – than that of other places like Citiesville. So, he became more determined than ever to make those angelic girls. If not for the town, then for himself. He needed a light in a time of darkness.

He once asked his mother the age-old question: What are little girls made of?

Mrs. Utonium had been puzzled at first what prompted the question. After all, she and her husband didn’t live within Townsville. They lived on a quiet ranch in Wyoming…far away from the high crime rates of John’s town. They hadn’t lived in Townsville in years. They wouldn’t remember what Townsville was like and even if they had, the crime wasn’t as bad back in the fifties as it was in the late eighties and early nineties.

Regardless, though, Mrs. Utonium simply smiled and responded with the simple nursery rhyme. “What are little girls made of? Sugar and spice, and everything nice. That's what little girls are made of.”

So, he set off for making his quest with sugar, spice and everything nice as his main ingredients. For five years, he tried and failed, but never wanted to give up. He wanted his little lights in this dark age. Then, in 1995, he had finally succeeded. By an accident, his three perfect angels were created. Even if their proportions were off and they had freakish powers, they were perfect to him. They were his little girls and he was their father.

Suddenly, he knew what his father felt about him and his brother. Didn’t matter what they looked like, he would love his daughters. He would love his bright Blossom, his sweet Bubbles and his rambunctious Buttercup.

And as John watched his three daughters lying on the couch, laughing at whatever cartoon they were immersed in, he could help but think, Even if it was a selfish motive, some good came out of it. They not only saved the town, but they saved me as well. From the moment Blossom introduced herself by saying, “Hi, what’s your name”, they saved me.

My three perfect little girls.

Author’s Notes:

I wanted to show a little light on the Professor. I added, if you didn’t catch it, some personality references of the girls in the Professor as well. And yes, John Utonium does have a brother named Eugene. It’s in the episode Say Uncle. I can’t remember if it’s in season 5 or 6, though.

I’ve been sick for the past two weeks and I’m stuck on chapter 14 of Taking because…well…I’m not happy with it right now. And so, while I’m contemplating about how to go about it, I’m probably going to write some drabbles. I’m gonna go as fast or as slow as I need. So, yeah.

Again, just drabbles. Review!

Hugs and Kisses,

Somewei