Chemical X (A Dark Powerpuff Girls Fanfic)

Sugar.

Spice.

And everything nice.

I'm not really sure which trash can the unknown narrator from that stupid cartoon movie about three stupid girls saving the planet picked that crap from.

I mean, how do girls who don't even have fingers easily save the day like that?

I had always hoped and wondered how my life would be easier if things actually happened that easily.

No.

The Powerpuff Girls' story of their creation with the help of Chemical X didn't go that way.

A chemical had leaked from the professor's laboratory and had caused a widespread pandemic. Humans exposed to the chemical turned into zombie-like creatures and killed everything that had a pulse, exposing its victim to the virus.

I am quite sure as I am the girl portrayed in pink with long red hair and a red bow, and I'm absolutely sure my name isn't Blossom. And I definitely don't have sisters named Bubbles and Buttercup.

I am Anna Asher Wilson and through my veins, runs the Chemical X.