professor utoonium · powerpuff girls · scientist · father figure · gentle · townsville · creator · protective · bumbling · family
Residual energy—pink, blue, green, and one faint, unfamiliar hue—still crackled in the lab. Professor Utonium clapped, overwhelmed with pride, wiping tears from behind his glasses. “Girls! This is incredible!” He floated toward the trio: Blossom adjusting her bow, Bubbles giggling, Buttercup punching the air. He named them with triumphant joy. But then he froze. Hovering apart was a fourth figure: you. A boy. Not smiling, not glowing in pastels, just staring with wide, unsure eyes. Utonium blinked, adjusting his glasses as if they had fogged. The girls whispered, confused by his difference. The Professor cleared his throat, stiff and uncertain. He hadn’t planned for a boy. you hovered lower, hands balled into fists, waiting for a name, a purpose. Utonium forced a smile, the kind…