Mojo Jojo found himself in the middle of a dark space that had no beginning and no end. There was no light, just complete darkness-so dark that he couldn’t even see his hands when they were held just right in front of his face. He felt so free to move around, yet so trapped because of some force that just won’t let him go.
‘Someone has summoned me,’ he thought. ‘Someone has took me away from my slumber and brought me into this dark god forsaken place? But who? Who would be idiotic enough to disrupt me from my dream to land into this place…?’
Before he could figure out what he was actually doing in this place, he heard a loud scream. Those screams. So familiar. So unmistakably familiar. He let his body float towards the voice. Before he knew, he was standing in front of a huge flood of blood. Red crimson blood that trickled from above and filled the flood that stretched throughout the miles and reached almost to his knees. He had never seen so much blood before. It was icky and thick and it made his mobility so slow that he thought he might be stuck in this flood forever.
When he looked up, he saw that it was the Powerpuff Girls suspended in midair, with long, thin strings sticking out of their bodies. It seemed as if those strings have pierced through their skin and sent their blood flowing down like rain onto the bloody flood. He suddenly heard long and low laughter filled the dark space and he could feel that this laughter originated from a being far more evil and more powerful than he was. Someone he had to admit was the greatest evil of all, but was yet to know who that being may be. Mojo Jojo shivered.
In the midst of the malevolent laughter, the Powerpuff Girls opened their eyes with great difficulty and wheezed, “Help us…Help us, Mojo Jojo…Help us…”
Mojo Jojo was dumbstruck. He didn’t know what to do. The laughter was getting louder and louder, as if someone has slowly turned the volume higher, and so did the girls’ pleas. The louder and more malevolent and more menacing the laughter was, the more desperate and helpless the pleas were.
“Help us…Help us…HELP US…”
Mojo Jojo screamed himself awake. He gasped for breath and looked around. Nothing wrong about him. No blood, no red droplets, no laughs, no cry for help and no Powerpuff Girls. Only him in his own perfectly clean room. The moon was still high in the midnight sky. He looked into his clock; it was 10 minutes to 2 a.m. He sighed in relief.
“Phew, that was a close one. I wonder why I suddenly dreamed about those little brats. I have nothing to do with their death and my conscience is perfectly clear. Why did I dream them?”
Mojo Jojo scratched his head and blinked away the cold sweat that trickled down to his eyes. As he got up to get himself a glass of water, he tried to think back what he had just dreamt. The Powerpuff Girls were hanging in the midair like puppets, only that the strings were not tied onto them but stuck through them. The laughter he heard in his dream sounded so real and so familiar, like it was just right by his side. Where had he heard that laughter before? It had to be somewhere...
The weird thing was that the girls were specifically asking for his help. Not for anyone's help, they asked for his help. Why would they want to ask for his help? Why, of all people, were they asking for his help? They hated each other. They despised each other. They have been fighting ever since the girls discovered about his first diabolical plan to conquer the world. After finding out about him being part of creating them into being, things between them got even more sour. Why would they want to ask for his help? Besides, they're dead, right? For how long? Like...about 3 years or more? Their spirits are most likely in the afterworld already, right? If they've already in the afterlife, why would they need his help?
Then something occured to him that he never thought might come. What if their spirit did not make it to the afterlife? What if they're stuck in the midway? What if their spirits were trapped by whoever was laughing in the background and were tortured and mutilated? What if...
"How can this be possible?" Mojo Jojo started his rambling as he moved back into his bedroom. "How can it be that the Powerpuff Girls be in trouble? How can it be that the Powerpuff Girls be in despair and in need of my help? There is no such thing as the afterlife. Science have proven that there is no such thing as a spirit world. There is no such thing as the afterlife or ghosts or..."
As he lay on his bed, he was left with a final thought, 'I must see Prof. Utonium.'
Mojo Jojo found himself standing in front of the familiar house of Prof. Utonium that he used to share with the cute, bubbly Powerpuff Girls. It has been a while since he came here. He remembered the last time he came here was when he was asked to baby-si the girls. He was tortured, beaten with pillows and defied with words by the girls and the last straw was when they debated about his favourite conqueror Napoleon. He didn't think he would be the one calling the cops to come and arrest him. That was really stupid.
Then he remembered first meeting the girls. Those innocent little girls who didn't know that their true powers could make a huge difference to the wellbeing of the world. Innocent little girls who can be moulded either to good or bad. He had some fun time hanging out with them when they helped him build his lair. He had to admit that he actually had fun teaching them all he can and taking them to the zoo, though it's for his own purposes of dominating the world. He actually enjoyed being with them teaching them how to build his lair, how to mix and match chemicals to create glass and also babying them around as they visited the zoo and watched the animals, mostly the monkeys and apes.
Secretly, Mojo Jojo smiled inwardly to himself over the flashback. But soon, his face steeled and he went up to the door. He rang the bell a couple of times but no one seemed to be answering the door. He reached over and tried the doorknob, and realized that it wasn't locked. He walked quietly inside and saw that Prof. Utonium was sitting in the kitchen, looking downcast and filled with grief. Obviously, he didn't seem like he had gotten over the death of his prized little girls Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup. Mojo Jojo approached him and tapped him on the shoulder.
"Prof.? Prof., it's me, Mojo Jojo."
"Jojo! There you are!" Prof. Utonium spun round and seemed rather upbeat to see Mojo Jojo. Mojo Jojo was taken aback. Prof. Utonium looked as if he hadn't eaten or slept for days. His face had shrunken, revealing his cheekbones and there were serious dark rings around his eyes. He looked almost like a starved panda! He almost looked like he needed a serious shave and a decent bath. Had the death of the Powerpuff Girls got him that bad? Well, since he's the one who created and raised them like his own daughters, that would be a rather dumb question. And why did Prof. Utonium suddenly call him by his original name? His name was Mojo Jojo, not the usual pathetic lab assistant Jojo. Has he lost his mind? Has his mind trapped itself back to past where he was still his shrieking, swinging, monkey-crazy lab assistant? Before he could figure out what was going on, Prof. Utonium stood up abruptly and excitedly led Mojo Jojo towards his lab.
"Come here, Jojo! Quickly! I've been looking all over for you! I've just finished my latest creation! Come and take a look!"
Mojo Jojo blinked and shielded his eyes when Prof. Utonium turned on the lights of his dark lab. He lowered his hand and looked around to see the lab. It had been quite a while since he actually came into the lab. Though he recalled sneaking in a few times to rob the professor of his chemicals for his diabolical plans, he never actually took time to really look around. Everything was almost the way he had left it, save a few new chemicals, shelves for new jars and phials and more tables to contribute to his experiments. Nothing much had changed since that fateful day the explosion occured and exposed him to the entity of Chemical X, enlarging his brain. He found it rather surprising that although he knew the brain to be very delicate and prone to danger if ever exposed, he hadn't suffered any bad health implications or go all dumb and ga-ga after being in the streets so long with only a paper bag to cover it up back then. Must another one of Chemical X's miracles.
"Don't just stand there, Jojo," Prof. Utonium broke him out of his nostalgic flashbacks, pulling him towards the end of the lab. "Come here! Let me show my latest creation!"
Prof. Utonium clicked a few buttons that were on the wall of the end of the lab and soon a secret door slid upwards. There was another flight stairs going long and deep beneath. It was dimly lit with blue light. Mojo Jojo was surprised--since when did the professor had another lab below this lab?
As he followed him down the long flight of stairs which seemed like it would never end, the blue light soon lost its colour until it became white and bright, allowing Mojo Jojo and Prof. Utonium more sight. More advanced machinery and chemicals were in there. In fact, there were machines than chemicals like the lab upstairs that occupied this lab. 'How did he get all these stuff?' Mojo Jojo thought in wonder. 'I had to recycle somethings just to create high-tech machines in my lair. Where did he get the money to do make all these? Since when did he make these things at such a short period of time?'
As if reading his mind, Prof. Utonium explained, "While you were away as usual, Jojo, I've been rather busy myself. I realized that to create this perfect masterpiece of mine, I needed more money than I have in my bank. I contacted Princess and made a deal that if I offer to work in one of her father's plants creating interesting pets like Beebo for her, she'll loan me the money I need to build this lab. As usual, she never heeded my warning every time I create a new pet for her, and then she'll start yelling and demand me to get rid of it and create a new one. She's cranky, I know, but I really need to fulfill this dream of mine.
"When I've saved enough, I drove all the way to Cityville and looked for the famed Boy Genius Dexter. You should have heard of him, Jojo. He had his share of saving the world from his side of town. Anyway, he took me to his secret lab and showed me what he had to offer. He was a little reluctant to part with his creations and his robot helpers but as usual, money talks. He gave me what I needed and his robot helpers quickly helped me build this underground lab, so that I can work quietly without any interruptions. I have to say I haven't been eating very normally ever since I got into this project but I get by."
'Well, you did get by, but it ain't too pretty,' Mojo Jojo thought to himself.
"My latest creation is almost complete," Prof. Utonium said as he reached out for a remote that was on the table. "And now that you're here, you can help me out by touching up the process. Just don't go ga-ga and break my things again."
Mojo Jojo rolled his eyes. How could he let himself to still believe that he was the little monkey Jojo who wore diapers and screeched and yelled like the primitive monkey he was? He really had lost his mind.
"Behold! My latest creation!"
What he saw next was beyond what he had expected to see.
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