The Powerpuff girls and MegaMan. MegaMan's new beggining

CHAPTER I: THE POWERPUFF GIRLS AND THE A HERO REBORN

'The city of Townsville!'

On a dark suburban night, a huge city stood proudly, majestic skyscrapers standing out everywhere around. Apartment buildings, office buildings, even a strange volcano was situated in the middle of the city's central park. Not a single sound could be heard. Not even crickets chirping –

Without warning, a small explosion resonated from somewhere in the heart of the city, briefly engulfing the surrounding structures in dark shades of red. A security alarm started resonating repeatedly as the shades of dark red faded out of sight, at least from a distance.

'Is in some serious... serious... serious trouble.'

In a corner of the city's business district, a bank was situated. With nothing else around but a single black car parked near the front steps, it would have been entirely unremarkable were it not for the gaping hole on the building's port side, out of which smoke was issuing, rising past the freshly broken sign and into the sky, the bank's siren accompanying it.

'Day after day, crime, lawlessness and evil and running rampant.'

Not a single police vehicle was proceeding towards the scene of the crime, however. Four black and white Panda Cars were instead congregated around a small snack shop, Donut Thing. Even from outside, one could see four bulging policemen gathered around the desk inside, their bulging bellies shielding whatever activities their mouths might be engaged in.

'Ever since the day our old hero vanished, its citizens have lost all hope. They are utterly helpless, and in desperate need of it's hero again.'

Near the town's outskirts, a huge almost-square shopping mall stood, its very size dominating the almost-empty car park, as a breeze brushed past an adjacent sign that read Malphs. The security alarm was still audible.

'But will he come back to help this forsaken town and make it a better place again?'

Inside the mall, a man, carrying a shopping basket with a few items in it, proceeded around a shelf. He was wearing a simple white lab coat with black pants and two pens in the coat's breast pocket. He had a very simple, forward-spiked haircut, with almost square eyebrows over his narrowed pupils. He proceeded all the way up to the mall desk, finally turning his square jaw sideways, facing the female cashier on shift at the moment.

'Fear not, fair viewers, for there is a man. A man of science. A forward thinking man who looks... back.'

The cashier's hand swept a 2kg case of sugar past the sensor, which beeped in timing, followed by several small jars of spice, thyme, parsley and sage amongst them. The man picked up the brown bag containing his purchased utensils, smiling briefly. Until the cocking of a gun made his smile vanish in favor of a frown.

'Back to a sweeter time, when there was a spice to life, and everything was... nice.'

The cashier froze under point of a huge purple musket. Holding the musket was a country lumpkin, wearing bib blue overalls, his large green nose and two antennas standing out. The cashier reached to the side and held up wads of cash. As the lumpkin smiled, the man, who had been watching, slumped his way out the door, his head lowered in disappointment.

'I must profess, sir, this man holds the ingredient to Townsville's salvation.'

The alarm still ringing in the distance, he proceeded outside to his white car, fingering with a set of keys as he approached. He was just inserting them into the hole when he heard footsteps behind him. Not noticing the reflection in the window, he turned around to see five green-skinned teenage hoodlums. Dominating was a spherical bouncer-like guy, a chubby hand raised near his head, which was half-covered by red hair. There was a grotesque barefoot hunchback, a skinny, snakelike character, and a Hispanic midget that looked like he'd just jumped out of a Picasso painting. At the front was a tall guy, resembling a punk rocker, with black shades. He was cocking his fist back.

'This man, known simply as –'

He flung his fist at the man, whose vision went black instantly.

'The Professor.'

In a suburban basement, a baby chimpanzee, wearing only a diaper, screeched wildly. Perched atop a high shelf, he leapt down, knocking aside tubes and beakers. As more scientific beakers fell, he leapt down to another shelf, clubbing aside even more before he finally landed on the ground. He pounced across the floor, fists ahead of feet, as Professor descended the iron stairs into the lab. He groggily rested his tired eyes against his hand briefly as he approached.

The chimp leapt up to a small TV hanging from the wall. He gurgled in somewhat in a somewhat confusing manner before he proceeded to smash the screen. As glass shards scattered, he pounced back down to the floor again. Meanwhile, the Professor set his shopping bag on the main white counter. Behind him was a armored blue arm hanging from the lab bed.

The chimp scaled his way, amphibian-like, up a wall filled with gadgets, devices and knobs. Reaching the top, he grasped a circular tape reel from the wall. His big, blank white eyes shone as he flung it aside, involuntarily spinning the remaining reel as he moved elsewhere, screeching even more randomly. The Professor has a rod in hand as he poured the bag of sugar into a black pot situated in front of him on the counter. The Professor opened up the chest of a boy who is actually a robot.

Limbs moved fast as the chimp leapt across the top of a filing cabinet. Getting to the front, he pushed open the front drawer. His hands scattered numerous scribbled papers, old and new. He then proceeded to locate himself elsewhere, while Professor shook the jars of spice over the vat, his eyes and mouth set and determined. After emptying the spice, the Professor tried using a screwdriver to fix parts of the damages.

The chimp's next target was a huge array of glass stands on the lab's other side. He made to swing from it, but the whole thing collapsed, sending pink and blue liquid, along with all the glass fragments, down as the monkey flipped himself over, scattering the liquids out of his fur. By now, Professor had moved onto everything nice, emptying it as one into the vat, where it congregated into a liquid along with the other ingredients. After emptying that last ingredient, he went back to the boy robot and used a drill to fix what part of him is left in his core.

Ditching his first climbing techniques, the chimp climbed up a retort stand. Horizontally adjacent to a clock, he smashed it, the hands dangling weakly as the chimp left the scene of the crime. Professor was almost done with his experiment, merely stirring the concoction with his brown rod.

The chimp, grunting again, moved across the floor mega-fast, in the direction of the Professor, who remained oblivious. He continued stirring his mysterious concoction.

The chimp shoved Professor's side, knocking his rod into a nearby spherical glass flask suspended right above the vat. The black liquid contained within spilled out into the pot, revealing the words "Chemical X" inscribed on the side. Perhaps because of the liquid, the lab suddenly was shaded in luminous red. But not only that, but also the because of that impact to the jar, the Professor also drop the sugar, spice and everything nice on the boy robot's core.

As the last drops fell off of what remained of the glass, Professor blinked in surprise and shock, his hands twitching strangely. He leaned back in shock from the brightly illuminate's red glow, as the container started bubble up, rising and popping, while the chimp looked up at the container. Of course the the container got overflowed and drops of the chemical X went into the boy. It made him start to spark with lightning coming out of him, struggling from the spark, it was as if he is in pain.

Professor backed away from the container as it started shaking violently, the rate of rising bubbles doubling. He finally ran for it. But as the vat shook even more, the chimp leaned his face over the front of the container, peering down at the pink concoction. Just as his eyes were reflected in its surface. The boy robot started to shriek in pain in a high pitch from the mixture inside of him, then exploded.

An explosion resonated, along with numerous things flying and others breaking. Just as the chimp was clubbed away by the explosion, everything went black. Right before the Professor passed out he thought he heard something. Something that sounded strangely like giggling, whilst also being young, carefree and... Innocent.

The lab did not stir as the Professor lay there, leaning against the back shelves, his legs at an awkward angle. Not even the paper, glass and liquids skewed everywhere made a sound at all. No liquids churning, no simian growls; not even the lights flickered.

Slowly, the Professor raised his head as his eyes drooped open. His eyes came to rest on something on the other side of the room. Whatever it was, he recoiled instantly, jumping backwards, his hands grasping the desk behind him as he accidentally spun a chair aside.

He stepped across the room, one step at a time. Every single time his polished black shoes made contact with the floor, the sound echoed in the vast room. It seemed to be an hour before he traversed the room's length, though it wasn't even ten seconds.

Reaching the counter where he had been previously, he lent down, observing whatever it was that was located in front of him. His head tilted sideways in what one could only assume was genuine confusion. His mouth hung open, his eyes frozen, his surprise at the chimp's recent actions completely forgotten, amidst who was now situated on the counter.

Girls.

On top of the counter were three little girls, looking about five, even thought it wasn't the case. They all wore black Mary Janes, and had simple dresses. They also lacked toes, fingers, ears and noses, and had noticeably big eyes, even compared to other creatures with big eyes.

The one on the Professor's left had blond hair with curled pigtails. Her pupils were blue, as was the majority of her patterned dress. She held her arms in front of her, staring back at the Professor.

The one on Professor's other side was a contrast. Her hair was black and short, with two short flips at the side. Her signature color was clearly green, evident by both her dress and her pupils. Her hands were held behind her, her gaze situated directly at the Professor.

Between those two, in the middle, stood the most noticeable of the three. Her dress sported pink, along with her eyes, but that paled in contrast to her orange flowing hair, which hung behind her back all the way down to her knees. Keeping it in place was a horn-shaped bow atop her head.

'Hi!' she said, lifting up an arm in greeting. Professor jumped backwards, letting out a gasp of surprise. The girl who had spoken lowered her hand back down. 'What's your name?'

The Professor was briefly slow, until the question hit him. 'Oh, uh, my name is, uh... Professor!' He smiled, looking down at them properly. 'Professor Utonium.' He gestured his hands out sideways in friendly greeting. 'Hello!'

'Hello, Professor Utonium,' replied all three of the girls simultaneously, being very mannerly, staying still in politeness. 'It's very nice to meet you.'

The Professor leaned a little closer. 'It's very nice to meet you too. Um...' Here he hesitated, realizing that he did not know the girls' identities as of yet. 'What are your names?'

'Well,' continued the red-haired girl, 'you made us, so shouldn't you also name us?'

Professor Utonium was left momentarily speechless, a goofy grin spread across her face. 'Um... okay,' he said finally. 'Oh, this is so cool!' he remarked sideways as he lent down, stroking his chin as his eyes adjusted, thinking hard. 'Well, now, let's see,' he said slowly, all three girls waiting keenly. 'Because of your directness and opening right up to me, I think I'll call you... Blossom!'The freshly-named girl smiled brightly as she placed hands in front of her.

The blond-haired girl giggled hard, trying and failing to stifle them as the other two glanced at her with confused looks. 'Well aren't you all cute and bubbly,' said the Professor, noticing. 'That's it! You'll be my little Bubbles.'

Bubbles brightened up in the same fashion as Blossom had just done, while Professor stood back up again. 'So, we have Blossom, Bubbles, and...' said Professor, Blossom staying still, Bubbles hopping up and down. The third, still unnamed girl, had her mouth open, waiting in anticipation. 'Buttercup,' he said finally, the raven-haired girl's expression not changing. 'Because... it also begins with a B!' Buttercup's eager smile instantly evaporated into a dour frown, her arms crossing as she grunted briefly.

'And together, you are three perfect little gi... gi... Birthday!' He started suddenly, sprinting sideways, up the stairs. 'It's your birthday! I should get gifts!' The girls stared after his in confusion as the door out of the lab slammed shut.

'Wow, I can't believe it!' said Professor to himself as he climbed the stairs out of the lab, emerging into a fairly roomy, stylized living room. 'I wanted to create some kids that I could teach good and bad, right and wrong, and in turn maybe they'd do some good for this terrible town and now I can!' Her left the living room for the house's front garage.

From the outside, the Utonium chateau was a three-blocked house, the tall middle piece lacking any windows at all. The garage's hatch opened as Professor drove out and veered to his right. 'All I gotta do is be a good parent!' he said as he left the area.

'Note to self,' he muttered as he drove his car back into the garage, which closed behind him, his car laded with presents, 'good parents don't leave their kids home alone.'

'Sugar, spice and everything nice,' he remarked as he entered the living room again, laded with several feet's worth of presents. 'Who would have guessed that's what little girls were actually made of?' He proceeded down the steps towards the lab, nudging the door into the lab open. 'I still can't believe it worked, that I actually made three perfect little girls! Three perfect normal little gi –'

He tripped on the top step, the presents falling aside as he fell downwards into the lap. His yelling promptly ceased when he realized he was floating in mid air. Looking down, he saw that Blossom was supporting him, bobbing up and down in mid-air.

'Professor,' she said, utterly oblivious to his dumbfounded look, 'you should be more careful when coming down the steps. You could get hurt.' She lowered him down into a standing position, floating back casually as the Professor continued to look astonished.

'Hey,' commented Buttercup as she and Bubbles emerged with all the presents in hand, 'are these for us?' The Professor nodded robotically and slowly. That was all Buttercup needed, for she zoomed sideways with the presents. 'Yay!'

'Yippee!' squealed Bubbles, following her.

'Thanks Professor!' Blossom joined the other two in their activities. Professor raised a hand slowly, trying to find words, but he utterly failed, finally collapsing to the floor on his knees. Light radiated strongly as the three girls zoomed around the presents, leaving colored trails in their wake. Their giggling pitched the air as the wrapping paper was torn asunder. Professor blinked a few times, looking as confused as he did the first time they had encountered each other. Slowly, his gaze shifted sideways, to the empty glass container of Chemical X. One or two loose drops of the stuff slowly left the glass and fell into the vat. Professor turned his head back towards the girls, cocked it slightly... and replaced his astonishment for a joyful smile of acceptance.

Buttercup flew into his field of vision, carrying more presents then she should have been able to, including many stuffed and metal toys, a scooter, and what looked like a Nintendo GameCube. 'Hey, thanks!'

Just as she zoomed off, Blossom floated into view, with just a few books and a globe. 'Yes, Professor, thank you.' Last was Bubbles, with just a stuffed Octi, a purple octopus, in hand.

'This is the best gift ever,' she said thankfully, floating over beside his head. 'Dad.' She kissed his cheek, floating upwards. After a few seconds, he looks even more joyful, almost tearful.

'Yes, it is,' he said simply. As the three girls zoomed around and around his head, Blossom with a book for reading, Bubbles with Octi for playtime and Buttercup with a toy plane for fun, he felt too happy to comprehend what any of this meant, or the presents on the floor, or even the state of the lab.

Or even... a missing assistant.

Over in the dark corner, the chimp rose to his feet. His previously-pink skin was now a sickly green, and he was much bigger, but most noticeable was his brain protruding out of his head, the pink squishy tissue repulsive even to the touch. He blinked a few times at the girls in confusion, their happy giggles puncturing his eardrums, before he finally turned sideways and retreated away into the darkness, a part-grumpy, part-lonely grin plastered on his face, partly from what he had changed into, but mostly because of what he saw in front of him.

A happy family. Of which he could never be a part of. Ever.

Or could he?

The following day, the sun rose to a pretty morning, with birds twitching in the sky. Utonium and the girls also had a pretty day ahead of them.

'Okay girls,' said Professor. He had a paint roller in hand, as did the three girls. The floor of the big upstairs room was covered it toilet paper, and there were several cans of pink paint around as well. 'Now watch me.' Turning back to the wall, he moved his paint roller down a few inches on the white wall –

Only for a blur of pink paint to briefly occur. The girls were floating there in the air, with all of the walls and ceiling perfectly covered in vibrant pink. The Professor stepped away from the wall, his whole body covered in pink, with a white outline left in the wall. He turned towards the girls, his face still free of paint. They silently gasped, putting their hands over their mouths.

'I think you missed a spot,' commented Professor. He placed his paint roller on his face and pulled it down, comically finishing his paint job. This left the girls in high-pitched giggles of feistiness. The Professor made his way towards the room's door, still smiling. 'I'll go wash up. Then we'll bring in the furniture.'

In the house's nearby bathroom, Professor calmly finished his washing job, his coat removed and his sleeves rolled up. He was snapped out of this when he saw, in the mirror's reflection, three colored blurs zoom out of their room down to the ground floor.

'Girls, wait,' said Professor airily, rubbing his face with a hand-towel as he exited the bathroom onto the second floor balcony. 'You should let me – help?' He froze, for all the furniture was being tossed from downstairs over the balcony right into the bedroom. The bed, dressers, toys, and even the lampshades. Right behind a stuffed purple bear came the three girls, their signature colors streaming from below their abdomens. The Professor was again left speechless, his arms drooping by his sides.

'Wow,' he said in awe, coming into the room to see everything already, set up, the girls hovering near the big lampshade for his approval. 'This looks pretty good! What do you think?'

Bubbles raised a hand in thought. 'Um, I think its a little dark...'

'Well I like it dark,' cut in Buttercup, folding her arms in determination, while Bubbles covered her mouth.

'Some windows might be nice!' added Blossom, to which Bubbles smiled in agreement, Buttercup still feisty.

'Yeah,' thought Professor, wandering over to the wall opposite the door. 'I could see some windows. Right about...' he placed his hand up, gesturing them about two feet apart. 'Here!' He looked back at the girls. 'I'll call a contractor tomo –'

The girls' white irises instantly started glowing red. Before the Professor could move, three lasers singed through the walls. They continued way into the distance. The lasers rapidly circulated, forming perfect ovals in the wall until they finally finished looping. The three cut sections of wall fell out of the foundations onto the front lawn.

Smoke trailed off the Professor's slightly singed hair, which was in messy whips. He had ducked over, narrowly missing being burst himself. Gradually the smoke trailed away as the red-hot sections of the freshly-made window holes cooled down. 'Or, heh, that works too.' He placed his hands on his knees, cheerfully changing the subject. 'Who's hungry?'

'Ready?' said Blossom only a minute later, in the kitchen, a spotted bag in hand.

'Ready!' responded Bubbles and Buttercup from the kitchen's other end, two jars of purple and brown in hand. The Professor was bent over the fridge, oblivious to what they were about to do.

'Go!' shouted Blossom. Instantly, she was throwing bread slice after bread slice through the air. Bubbles and Buttercup responded by tossing out flecks of jam and peanut butter. All three sourced flew at each other at rapid speed. The Professor finally stood up, closing the fridge. He turned around – and seeing the flying food and sauces, he flinched backwards, grasping his nutrients harder.

The jam and peanut butter landed perfectly on the bread as all the slices neatly stacked on top of each other in the table's center. Having already seated themselves, the three girls lit up their eyes again, moving their laser eyes down the sandwiches perfectly. The crusts fell off, leaving them even more appetizing. To compliment the image, Professor arrived and set down a tray with milk glasses. He was covered entirely in jam and peanut butter. The girls covered their mouths again as he opened his eyes, looking back at them.

All four of them laughed, forgetting that they had responsibilities, or worries, or that Townsville wasn't even a safe place. All that mattered then was that they felt happy. Because you can't feel at peace if you don't feel happy. Even though the girls did not yet know this, it was one of many lessons they would come to learn.

But all too soon, the day's activities were at an end. The sun was gone, replaced by a crescent moon that shone alongside the starts in the sky.

'Okay girls,' said the Professor, coming around the main living room's corner, a tea-towel in hand again, 'time for –'

He paused. All three girls were asleep. Blossom was in the midst of many stacked books, lying over an opened red title, with a microscope propped up next to her and a notepad with complex patterns on it. Buttercup was leaning against a pillow on the couch's end, the remote hanging from her hand, while Bubbles was amidst many coloring sheets and scattered crayons, Octi close by her.

'Bed,' he remarked quietly, resting a hand on his face. Preparing their sleeping bodies for bed, he scrubbed Blossom's face clean with the tea-towel. Professor pulled down Buttercup's night clothes over her, her hands held upwards to facilitate this. And then he gently pulled up Bubbles' hands, placing Octi in them. Her hands cuddled him on instinct.

Finally, Professor pulled the covers over the sleepy girls. Retreating to the door, he started to close it. The last thing he saw before he turned off the light and closed the door was Blossom, Bubbles & Buttercup sound asleep, safe in the comfort of their dreams. And it already meant the world to him.

Professor walked back around the main house's indoor balcony, his hands in his pockets, with a smug, happy smile plastered on his face. He proceeded down the open steps, towards the mess left by the sleepy girls. Piling some of the book together, he added a fourth to the pile. He then moved sideways, and slowly picked up a sheet of coloring paper. He lifted it up slowly to his eye level... and a joyful, caring smile appeared.

The picture showed scribbles of Bubbles, Buttercup & Blossom hovering above Professor, adorned with happy smiles for the three girls and a straightforward smile for him. The doodles may have been just that, but to Professor, and Bubbles, that was what made them so special.

His three little girls.

The Professor then went to his lab to check on some the boy robot, luck for him the boy robot is still in-tact, but different, but the same to those girls he made. This boy robot is has blue jump-suit on with armored boots and gloves. But what is different, is that the boy robot's body also lack fingers, nose, and toes, but wearing a blue helment with ear spheres with a square sphere on his forhead. But the professor knew that once he is done fixing him, the hero of Townsville.

You'll be back to make this town a better place to live again. the Professor said trying to cheer himself up for the hope of the city. MegaMan. Saying his name, Professor left the lab for MegaMan to rest.

Little did he know that not only will Mega-Man will not only will soon change his own life, but also everyone else's lives in Townsville. But the girls will too.