Authors' note:
Miyoreos1023: hey so this story is a joint project with stphne and this is our very first ppg/rrb fanfic.
Stphne: Miyoreos is way too excited for this. Anyways, we're going to alternate who writes the chapters so since I wrote this one, Miyoreos will write the next.
Miyoreos1023: Stphne and I had some images of the characters to help us visualize them, so if you want to check them out, I posted the links on my profile.
Stphne: Other than that we'd really appreciate it if you could leave us a review of the story. Naturally, Miyoreos and I don't own the Powerpuff Girls or any of the associated characters mentioned in this story. The only ones we own are Jaques and Belle.
Miyoreos1023: And the mailbox man, he's our character too. Well here it is! Hope you like it!
Chapter 1: The Potion
"The rose is red, the violet's blue,
The honey's sweet, and so are you,
Thou art my love and I am thine;
I drew thee to my Valentine:
The lot was cast and then I drew,
And fortune said it should be you"
Finally, finally I have it. Before me sat a large beaker filled with a curious golden liquid. If it all worked out, this liquid would become a strong monster repellant.
I knew that monsters were made out of the hatred of people and the evil of the world and so I wondered what could be the opposite of hatred and evil. And then I realized: love and light. The creation the Powerpuff girls was accidental, a contamination from trying to create the perfect little girls following the Mother Goose rhyme. The same could be said for the Rowdyruff Boys, though their chemical X wasn't so accidental. By using the same logic, a recipe for a monster repellant could be found.
Two decades ago I wouldn't have understood the need to create such a thing but being a father changes a man. Despite the fact that these girls weren't actually mine, I still felt the need to help them. And right now, dealing with Monster attacks and formulating plans to deal with villains was not what Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup needed.
They were in their final years of being a teenager. The next year they would be off to college and I didn't want to stunt their options by having the duty of protecting this city pressing down on them. Blossom wanted to go to an Ivy League school, Bubbles wanted to go to the capital and protest for animal rights, and Buttercup dreamt of attending a large and powerful sports college and none of those things were offered in Townsville.
And so I began to create a repellant made from the blue-tinted petals of the violet to attract peace, thorns of a rose for toughness, and honey to make it all stick together. Finally, for the last step, I will use the essence of light to burn away any villain who wished to attack our fair city.
Grabbing an eye dropper, I filled it up with the essence of light and brought it over the beaker. With this drop perhaps I, Professor Utonium, will create the most perfect monster repellant in the world. I gently squeeze the rubbery tip of the dropper, carefully measuring out just the right amount. Finally the drop began to undulate where it attached to the dropper and then after another moment it dropped, falling down into the golden liquid beneath it with a gentle splash.
I waited a moment, flinching. All was calm. All was silent. Normally this wouldn't be weird as it was quiet late at night or early in the morning and silence was expected. What made the silence so weird was the fact that, according to all my research, there should have been a massive explosion, which resulted in the entire lab being covered in a layer of soot – peace was never obtained peacefully, after all. I glanced around the lab, taking note of the plastic-wrapped walls, tables, chairs, and floor.
Heaving a great sigh, my shoulders slumped forward. So much for attempt number one.
Turning around, I began to remove my own plastic protection from my body when suddenly I heard a loud rumbling coming from the beaker filled with the now bubbling golden liquid. Maybe it wasn't a failure! I approached the beaker, plastic securely fastened around my usual clothing. The noise grew louder as the beaker began to violently shake and my excitement grew. Then a large puff of smoke exuded from the beaker and all was calm again. Well, that was anticlimactic.
But then a delightful scent reached me nose. At first I couldn't place it because it was a conglomerate of smells that created the most peculiar scent I've ever encountered. But then it separated into three distinct scents. The first one I registered was the scent of brewing coffee. The next one was formaldehyde, a peculiar scent but one that I loved dearly. And finally I realized I could faintly smell sharpened pencils and crayons.
Burning red, I quickly realized what I had just created. Rummaging through my drawers, I began to frantically search for that package of stickers. Locating them underneath a stack of papers about apples and their possible time-travel capabilities, I ran back over to the beaker and slapped on the sticker and immediately closed the top off with a cork.
Suddenly exhausted, I decided to call it a night. As the lights winked out, the little yellow sticker with black text flashed out to me. 'Bio hazard' it said, and rightly so.
The City of Townsville: a sleepy little city where the phrase "the early bird gets the worm" is still alive and kicking. But what's this?
It would seem that someone's not asleep at the Utonium Household. Wait, this is no Utonium family member! Hey, get out of there! This no-good villain just broke into Professor Utonium's lab!
Oh! And now he's riffling through the Professor's things! You, hey you, I said get out of there!
"Shhhhhhh!"
Oh, sorry. But seriously, you should probably leave. There's a lot of dangerous stuff in here. Put that down! That's really dangerous! Can't you read? It says 'Bio hazard' so you shouldn't – Hey!
Don't stick it in your coat pocket! What are you doing? That's stealing! Come back here!
Oh no, I don't have a good feeling about this…where are you taking it? The Powerpuff Girls won't be too happy with you in the morning!
