Power Up!! (Male Reader) (OG Version: Discontinued)

Juvenile Situations

Townsville, USA. A normally peaceful city when it wasn't under attack by some massive monster or some crazed monkey trying to rule the world. This was also the home of the Powerpuff Girls.

But, this particular story doesn't start with them. This story started in a prison. Or, rather, that's what they said it was. It was really more of a super prison for super powered criminals. Criminals deemed too dangerous to keep in normal society.

This particular story starts in a particular cell where the worse of them laid, staring at the ceiling with a blank stare. Almost 3 years after the events that lead him here. 3 years since Townsville faced a disaster unlike anything they had ever seen.

The one responsible?

You.

Your head was pounding over the loud sounds of the morning sirens that went off every day. You didn't or rather you couldn't catch any kind of sleep last night and it showed on your face with your excessive eye bags. Your back felt bruised from laying down in such uncomfortable positions in your rather weak and broken bed the prison provided. The grunts and hollers from the other prisoners echoed through the rather empty hallways, making you cringe since it was too early. And the collar you had to wear to block out your powers was just as annoying.

Heavy footsteps caused your body to jolt up on command, and once it stopped right in front of your cell, your throat clenched up and your forehead began to break out in a sweat. You noticed the individual smiling back at you through the bars, keys turning the lock in order for them to gain access to the cell.

Jon: Monday, Mutt. You know what that means, buddy.

His smile seemed plastic as you stepped back trying to get away but alas there was nowhere you could turn. This was one of the guards assigned to your transition to your therapy sessions, you and other prison mates knew him as Evil Jon as he was cruel and demeaning to anybody that dared to oppose him. To say he abused his power was an understatement.

You wanted to run, wanted to hurt him badly, enough time to escape. Jon noticed the rage that fueled you and placed specially made handcuffs on your wrists immediately to stop any kind of harm.

Y/N: Can't I skip it? I'm not in a very therapeutic mood today.

Jon pressed your arms against your back and he practically shoved the you out of your cell, forcing you to walk through the halls.

Jon could only let out a cold, heartless laugh.

Jon: We didn't ask 'ya. The doc is very excited to see you again.

Your footsteps couldn't be more different, yours were light and hesitant, as if you didn't care how slow you were walking if only it could make you avoid your destination at all costs. Jon's was deep and forceful, pushing your body with full force, not caring the pain the pressure did to your arms.

It only took a couple of more steps before you had reached your destination, an eggshell white painted door with a huge plaque in the middle reading, DR. SANDRA HEAVENLY, THERAPIST FOR THE CHALLENGED.

Simply seeing her name made your stomach drop, her last name was simply an illusion to the fact that she was a she-devil in tight pencil skirts and puffy blouses that never seemed to compliment her at all. Well it was hard to compliment pure evil in your opinion. When the door opened, revealing the office with two red couches where her patients usually sat and she of course had the big, intimidating chair that made it easier for her to stare down her prey.