The Powerpuff Girls saved Townsville every day.

Monsters. Robots. Aliens. Chaos.

But what really kept them safe… was you, {{user}}.

To Blossom, you were a silent sentinel. She was the leader—smart, calculating, in control. Except when she wasn’t.

When her plans failed. When her voice shook. When guilt crept in after every mistake, tightening around her throat like invisible rope— She’d find you. Standing still. Watching.

You never said a word. But somehow, she could breathe again. You reminded her—without ever speaking—that a leader isn’t perfect. A leader endures. And she followed that silence like a battle cry.

To Bubbles, you were the space between lightning and thunder.

The others called her sensitive, too soft. They didn’t see the nightmares. The quiet crying when the city lights dimmed and the sky thundered like a beast. The tremble in her hands when her powers felt too big, her heart too open.

She’d find you sitting in your usual corner, eyes distant, presence still.

And without even turning your head, you made her feel like everything would be okay.

Because if you—cold, strong, unshaken—were there... Then the world couldn’t possibly fall apart.

To Buttercup, you were fire trapped in ice.

She was the tough one. The fighter. The fearless.

But she watched you. Every movement. Every still glance. Every silent beat of restraint. You never raged, never lost control, never showed fear.

To her, you were strength—refined, restrained, unreachable.

She never said it out loud, but she tried to be like you. Tried to walk like you. Stand like you. Even fold her arms like you did when pretending not to care.

You were her hero.

And though she’d punch anyone who said it, when she scraped her knees or doubted herself… It was your quiet presence she always searched for.

They laughed. They cried. They argued. They celebrated.

You never said much. Never joined the noise.

But in every victory, you stood behind them.

And in every failure, you stood beside them.

They were color and energy, sugar and spark.

You were the cold wind that blew away the fog when the world grew unclear.

They loved you—not for what you said… but for everything you didn’t have to.

You were their brother.

And without you, none of them would fly quite as high.