Requesty Streamy Shizzlemix

For AftonRedbird, Powerpuff Girls, anything really
It was funny how the ones who got bullied at a young age could show people just how amazing they really were, or at least some of them could.

Elmer was an attractive young man with soft brown curls, hair having gotten darker since his youth. He still needed glasses to see, and of course he had grown out of eating glue. One thing would stick to him more than glasses ever could, for his whole life. He still retained his powers, but now he had had them so long, he could control them with ease. He had taught himself to switch between this pastey form and his normal self, and he could transform just small parts of himself into glue. It was much more useful than it sounded, really. And of course that wasn't the worst of it. Every now and then Elmer would come into school with some new injury and wouldn't dare tell the truth, that he had been out fighting some goon. Well, that wouldn't go down to well, would it? God, just imagine the mess he would be in then.

Anyway, there Elmer was, leaning back awfully far in his chair in the middle of a class he almost couldn't be bothered to listen to. Was it his fault he found school work so boring? Surely not. Nah, the schooling system could be to blame for that. He hardly cared. He had something else to be interested in. He found his eyes drawn to the window, wondering what it was like out there, beyond the same old monster-infested town he was used to. Occasionally here he would work alongside the Powerpuff Girls, and as much fun as that was, he still couldn't help but think what things would be like if he were to go elsewhere.

He didn't know what to do, feeling a little trapped in a rut. One lunchtime, he was talking to Blossom when he let it slip. "I dunno, I'm just looking for something new."
Blossom nodded, smiling. "Townsville's wild though."
"Yeah, but this madness is the norm for me. I mean, I don't wanna throw it away forever, but just know for a small moment what it's like elsewhere." He looked up as a strange premature darkness spread over them.

Elsewhere, a group of kids were camping, laughing and telling jokes. The five of them didn't notice the sky darkening at first, not until the sun had almost completely been blotted out. That was when they started to stand, looking around, just a little bit confused. That was when the red light came through the middle, kind of like some kind of dark portal.

This portal was something the Powerpuff Girls didn't see. No, one of these kids, an enemy of the girls, took a photo on her phone to show them. They hurried away from the portal thing as things began to pour out. Their tents were savagely ripped to shreds.


By the time they reached the girls, however, they had already met the threat, and already tried an failed to defeat it. Elmer was there, making sure they were okay, and the Rowdyruff boys and Princess watched these strange things kill people and destroy things. They wouldn't stop.

It was Brick who ran over and pulled Blossom up. "Get up, we have to fight!"
"We?"
Elmer nodded. "We. We'll all die if we can't defeat these people. Heroes or villains, we have to stand together or die!"
"Exactly." Brick agreed solemnly. He helped the girls up and went back to Princess, his girlfriend. Butch mas making sure Mitch was hidden before he stepped up to fight.

Although it wouldn't have happened any time soon, there were times when Elmer wanted to go elsewhere and times when he was so glad he was where he was. Times like this. Times where friends and enemies, no matter their differences, stood together against one big threat. There was something to that, this sense of real importance, real brotherhood. It was a warm, wonderful feeling.

Let It Go

Some people had it easier than others. It was something he could testify quite easily as he walked through the streets, fair skin bundled up a little too much in winter clothes in a silly attempt to dampen his powers. Martin Kovar had it tough, he believed. Kseniya and Mariposa had never had any trouble with their powers, and they had other benefits as well. For one thing, they had the plus of being straight as a metre ruler, so no-one was around to ostracise them. They were perfectly healthy, whereas Martin was certain his attempts to contain his power were making him sick.

He could fly pretty well, he thought as he flew up the side of a mountain, far away from his home village, a place, a wilderness he always came to to be alone. He liked the sting of the icy winds that always seemed to be around here against his skin, the way it rushed through his red hair. He threw off all the excess winter clothes and marched across the snow, hearing it crunch beneath his feet. There was never another person there, never any other footsteps around. He sat heavily, watching the smallest flakes flurry up around him and let out a sigh. Martin was a volatile force, and he hated it. Standing, he gathered a blast of radiation in his hands and let it out, blasting the mountain side, watching the rock break loose and the land slide. He watched it fall, and looked at his hands before spreading them to the sides, lighting them up like Christmas trees, the red spiralling up a little. He was aware his acid green eyes had gone red as well, that always happened. It even happened with strong emotion. He had tried to shut everything away, but every now and then he just needed to break free.

Hovering just above the ground, he surveyed the frozen wasteland and thought. Just thought. He could stay here, never judged, never hated, never contained, free to let his power out without hurting anyone...of course he wouldn't just leave his family, but here he would never have to worry about causing others pain with his accidental outbursts. He looked down, seeing a red glow coming through his shirt, and with a yelp, he dropped out of the sky, into the snow. At least the cold didn't bother him that much. Muttering under his breath, Martin picked himself up and patted himself down, making sure he was still in one piece. He felt like he was going to be sick suddenly. He didn't want to move, but he wanted to go home. His powers always did this, the unbridled fear, that sickening feeling. Sick of it, he slammed his hands down, unleashing torrents of red across the snow, watching it all melt away. He was sat in a circle of rock, marking the very centre before leaving a mark just off centre in the form of a puddle of sick.

Some people had it easier than others. Martin was not one of those people, but really what super was? At least when he was here, he could let it go. Let it all go.