Endless Possibilities

Endless Possibilities

The Madness of Mojo Jojo Pt. 2

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Time drifted in and out...at random. Sometimes I began to wake, only to find myself falling asleep seconds later. Others...I couldn't even tell the difference between waking and dozing. I hadn't even been able to open my eyes yet...how was I supposed to know if time was moving at all? That's...stupid, time doesn't stop moving. But it felt like it to me. I wonder...were my sisters looking for me? Had they...had they even noticed I was gone? If they...if they did...were they...were they sad?

It's stupid to consider...they should be sad, why wouldn't they be sad? But...then I remembered the time I ran away from home. They hadn't even...hadn't even cared. Buttercup just took over...Bubbles let her...then there was that time when...when Bubbles said Buttercup should be the leader. Am I just in the way? Maybe...maybe they'd be happier without me.

What about the Professor? Would...would he be sad to know I was gone? It's not like I was ever his favorite. That's Buttercup, even if she doesn't know it. But I know it...I've always known it. Buttercup was his tough little girl, Bubbles was his sweet little angel. I was supposed to be...supposed to be his protege, the one to follow in his footsteps...the smart one. But was I ever really good enough? He always seemed...so uninterested...

Will anyone miss me if I'm gone? I...stop to consider that question more thoroughly. I remember how...when Buttercup and Bubbles ruined my hair, everyone in town laughed at me for weeks until it grew back in; they kept laughing even after it was somewhat presentable. I remember how everyone pointed and laughed at me, just because I fell in some paint...a lot of paint. I remember how everyone was so angry with me, how they all tried to make me look stupid when I was accepted into that advanced school. I remember all of them...staring at me, watching me get beaten, tortured and humiliated. They all just stood and watched...the answer couldn't be more clear.

Of course they'll miss me. They'll miss having someone...someone to make fun of. Someone to laugh at. Someone to bring down so they can feel better. But...no it's alright. I deserve it...right? I shouldn't be such a know-it-all...such a goody-goody. Just...I...no it's fine...I have to be strong. I have to be so strong. That's what leaders do. Leaders are strong, they're determined...they...they...
Someone...please miss me. Please come look for me...Bubbles...Buttercup...please...save me...I need to get out. I need to f-find him, I need to know what I did wrong. I don't care if everyone else hates me, I just don't want him to...I just want him to tell me what I did wrong...

Mojo huddled over a cramped metal table, pouring over a blueprint, sketching out and scribbling out possible plans of attack. He groaned and tore a long gash in the paper, his eyes shifting around worriedly. He had to be quick, he had to be swift, fast, precise, perfect...everything she was if he planned to win. This was it, this was to be the final stand, the final showdown, the last dance with Mary Jane. A light overhead exploded and sparks showered down around him. Mojo stumbled through the wreckage, picking up bits and pieces.

“Perfect, everything must be perfect. Absolutely, completely, totally, and perpetually perfect. Nothing else will do. There is no other qualifier, adjective, state of being that will suffice,” Mojo began connecting the parts to his metal pile. He chuckled, shaking his head and recalling one of his more ingenious schemes. She was in a rut, a jinx, a series of unfortunate events. In her moment of weakness, he struck, attacking the weaker sisters.

“Everything was flawless...victory was the only possible outcome! But you...you...you brilliant...perfect...you found a way, a flaw...a solution,” An oversight that had proved his undoing. Single-handedly, she unraveled his plan and defeated him. Oh but that wasn't the first time, was it? No...no there were many more. So many more times, yes?

“Yes...so many more times. Chewing gum...a plan that worked exactly as it should, even in the hands of those Amoeba Boys...yes even in their stupid hands, my plan worked so well, so excellently...” But the most carefully laid plans always collapsed, always failed. Mojo couldn't win for losing when she became involved. In every way...she was his equal.

“My equal yes...she is my equal, my only equal,” Yes, his counterpart...his foil...his...other...half. Mojo swallowed hard and dropped his arms to his sides. He turned and stared at her, blood rushing through him like lava through a volcano. In all the world there was only one he could call his opposite, one who could possibly...complete him so perfectly. She perfectly defeated him, she perfectly completed him.

“Perfect...she's perfect...so powerful...so...brilliant. Such intellect is wasted on those miserable humans, wasted on pitiful justice and peace! They dull your glow but Mojo...yes Mojo sees, and Mojo knows...Blossom,” Her name was like a delicious nectar, caressing his tongue, fading gently into the air as it passed through his lips. To speak her name was a pleasure, a joy like no other. He trembled, merely thinking about her precious name. A name so...fabulously fitting.

“Yes, a blossom...no other word could capture the...the infinite possibility you possess. So much power...so much intellect...so perfect...yes you will be the cornerstone, the foundation, the pedestal upon which Mojo's world shall be built! It is in your likeness that this world shall be remade, reconstructed!” Mojo chuckled and turned to his metal pile, clipping a few wires and re-routing a few circuits. It was nearing completion. His grand, master plan. His final fantasy was becoming a reality. His darkest dream would finally be realized. Yes, once he washed his hands in her omnipotent blood...he would finally know true peace, finally know victory, finally have what it was he desired so...horribly.

"This is it. The end of my quest. The stopping point of my journey. Once I have bested and defeated you, Blossom Utonium...I may finally have peace. Tranquility, and the contentment I have not yet been allowed. The goal I suddenly need will finally be achieved..." Mojo cackled and dropped his tools, wrapped in peels of mad laughter. The record player, still playing the same song, suddenly skipped and began repeating the same line over and over again.

~In my heart I have but one desire

and that one is you, no other will do~

Mojo cackled, louder and louder, tears streaming down his grizzled face. A computer toppled over, the keys shooting from the keyboard one by one, leaving behind only three. The monitor hit the floor, shattering and somehow catching on fire. Every screen in the room flashed on, even those without power. Every screen bore the image of the Powerpuff Girls in standard attack formation. Mojo slowly calmed down, huddling over and giggling wildly.

I came back...I don't know how long I was out. Really, I didn't know anything anymore. I knew...basic things. My body was freezing...I was so wet, any tears I may have cried were lost in...whatever it was I was stuck in. I hurt all over, even though I felt numb. It was getting worse, in just a few spots. Thankfully, whatever had tried to pull me out of my skin before had stopped...

My eyes were heavy, so heavy...so tired...but if I tried really hard, I could make my eyelids flutter. I struggled, clenching all of my muscles—I was frightened to see how hard even that was. I forced my eyes open, moaning silently in pain. I was in...something orange...something that hurt me. Antidote-X...it was keeping me powerless. The antidote was so thick I could barely see, and what I could see beyond the glass holding me was blurry and dark.

Faintly, I was able to see a dark shape. The glass was too thick and I was too weak to hear anything, but the shape was moving, rocking back and forth. I moaned again, struggling to figure out where I was. My heart nearly exploded when, suddenly, a beam fell from the ceiling, causing something close to my tube to shatter. Sparks flew everywhere, and it looked like a fire was spreading. Panicking, I looked around, struggling to move my head. Even that much freedom was denied of me. There were cables stuck in me...hurting me...keeping me still. Another pop and something else began to sizzle. I turned my eyes and my breath...literally stopped. I could actually feel my heart...just quit beating.

Clear as day...I could see Octi, sitting on a table, staring at me. There were monitors all around him...computers or TVs, I don't know, but every single one had the same image. Every single screen was flickering...and image of us in our victory pose, with the words 'So Once Again the Day Is Saved' over the girls...but...in every single image...I was missing...I turned back to Octi...staring at his blank, somehow evil smile. My head began to swim, my heart began beating again, like a turbine. Everything was going black.

Someone...anyone...Aku...save me...