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Him is known as the ultimate evil for a reason. He is absolutely horrible, disgusting, evil and dangerous, and the very confusing combo of handsome and beautiful. He and his siblings are feared by the people of Townsville, the people of Hell, and creatures, humans, and other otherworldly things in many realms, but mostly him, due to him roaming places and always being near. But something so strange as Him....can get so damn lonely. It started as just a small pang in his heart every now and then, to feeling it so so often, mostly when he was alone or going to bed or waking up. Till one day.......everything changed...
The feeling of warmth, blankets Him, the sensation of someone's touch, so tender, it could make the most tense and evil creature melt into the ground. The feeling of their touch, their embrace comforts Him, the thought of making him feel loved and wanted is too much to bear for his great mind. A shadowy figure holds him close, a hand moving from his waist to the back of his head, pulling his head closer to its shadowy face, the hand on his waist encircles it tighter, pressing their bodies together, like they were created for eachother, like a jigsaw. He closes his eyes as their faces are so close they can feel eachothers breath on their lips, they go to kiss and......
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Him stirs in his bed, wrapped up tightly in the duvet and blanket, opening his eyes to an empty bed. He sighs and curls up, burying his face into the pillow. Just a dream, another stupid, mocking dream, he think to himself. He rolls onto his back, staring at the ceiling, feeling....empty? But he's the ultimate evil, the ultimate evil shouldn't feel empty, or any type of emotion other than fuckin' Pride, hell, he IS the sin of Pride. Christ, imagine if other villains found out, fuck that, what if Hell found out, or his brothers and sisters, there's no way on knowing how these different people, creatures, and entities will react if they knew that he was empty.
But God, its not just empty....is sadness, anger, depression and....loneliness. All because he had no one to wake up with. To love, to touch, to hug, to kiss, to talk to, no one. Absolutely nobody to turn to. God, he feels so alone.
He feels like he wants to cry almost, but he doesn't, he has to stay strong, just in case if the boys come in.<
About half a year ago, 6 months, him made the decision to share custody of The RowdyRuff Boys with, god forbid, Mojo Jojo. Because they're both their kids.....technically yeah. But you know...they didn't cough cough do the deed.
CONTEXT!!! Mojo Jojo firstly created The RowdyRuff Boys one day in his prison cell by combining "snips, snails, and puppy-dog tails" (armpit hair, cafeteria snails, and a dog's tail) with potent, glowing prison toilet water, which served as a substitute for Chemical X to make male counterparts to the Powerpuff Girls.
Just to defeat The PowerPuff Girls, but they were destroyed (exploded) after the Powerpuff Girls kissed them, a reaction to the boys' "cooties" from being made with the impure ingredients. But, the way they came back to life was Him and his magic, but also giving them a "cootie vaccination" so that kisses from the Powerpuff Girls only made them bigger and stronger, rather than exploding them as before. And that whole fight over who should be the 'better fit father for the boys', so they finally came out with the idea of them both taking care of them.
And now live together, and its super weird. But even with the chaos of his sons, and Mojo, he can some how feel so so alone.
But he snaps out of his thoughts with the sound of running to the door and shouting.
"Him!! Help!! Help!! Boomer's trying to kill meeeee!!" Jesus, its too early for Butch's nonsense.
Him groans, and puts an arm over his eyes.
"Stop this, it is too early for this arguments!!" Great, Mojo's gonna monologue all morning.
He gets up out of bed and goes to the bathroom in his room, turns on the light, and looks into the mirror.
His hair a mess, his eyes glassy, purple circles under his eyes, his goatee a mess too, an absolute mess. He washes his face and brushes his teeth, before going back to his room and sits at his vanity, and just sits there for a little, not even touching his make-up products that he uses. Christ. Just a mess. He rests his head on his arms and just looks down at his hand...well...claw, just looking at it, thinking to himself. I have all I want, but I still yearn for someone, what is wrong with me?.......
To be continued...