A/N: Hello! So, this is my first (real) attempt at a multi-chaptered fanfic in approximately six years. Those old stories are all long, long gone by now... The fanfic bug never completely goes away, though, and I've recently come up with this. I hope you enjoy it! I've missed a lot of FOP episodes, so I'm sorry if something in this story clashes with canon. Or maybe I just don't like canon...hahaha. I'd be very appreciative of your feedback, in any case! (:

It was a calm Saturday in the town of Dimmsdale. Birds were chirping and the sun was shining brightly upon the leisured townsfolk, the air riddled with shouts of greetings and well-wishes to one another and they went about their daily affairs.

Although Dimmsdale wasn't exactly known for being a normal town, today was stupendously normal.

And that was probably the reason that this day annoyed Timmy so much.

The pink-hatted boy sat on his bed, his arms crossed, staring irritably out his window. He could count down what was coming to him. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...

"Oh, Timmy!" Timmy's parents shouted in unison, barging into his room together.

"Guess what!" Timmy's dad continued on. "Your mother and I are going out!"

"And we're not taking you!" Timmy's mom added cheerfully. "Instead, we're going to leave you here with your favorite babysitter...Vicky!"

SLAM! The door shut behind them. Timmy didn't even turn around. He rolled his eyes. Another 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...

...and the door was violently smashed into pieces.

"HEY, TWERP!" Vicky roared, revving up a chainsaw that she just so happened to be carrying with her. "Ready for some playtime with your FAVORITE babysitter?"

Timmy turned around at this point, his arms still crossed and unamused. "Is this going to take long?" he asked.

"Not if you can convince me that going quicker will be more painful and violent," Vicky replied, and began to laugh evilly as she stepped closer to Timmy.

Timmy watched her, keeping his same, deadpan expression as he was hoisted off of his bed by his shirt collar. In the blink of an eye, he found himself forced into doing hard labor for no other reason than to the cackling teenaged girl's amusement.

But did this faze or surprise him? Of course not, because it's what he did everyday. Rather than complain or act like he was in pain, the boy kept his apathetic mood the entire time.

While Timmy was doing his routine scrubbing of the floor tiles with his toothbrush, Vicky, who had grown tired of cackling—and was also disappointed in Timmy's lack of outward suffering—had left the boy to go watch television in the living room.

As soon as she had gone, the boy threw his toothbrush in disgust. Timmy's three fairies appeared in the room beside him.

"I'm sick of this," Timmy said irritably, standing up and ripping his cleaning apron off.

"Don't let Vicky get to ya, sport," Wanda reassured him lightheartedly, "You can always send something right back her way!"

"A fish tank of barracudas?" Cosmo suggested. "Or a man-eating octogator!"

Cosmo poof!ed up a giant, alligator-like creature with tentacles instead of arms or legs. The octogator immediately devoured him.

"It's not just that," Timmy grumbled, kicking over the bucket of soapy water he had beside him and marching out of the hallway.

Wanda, Poof, the octogator, and Cosmo—who had pushed the octogator's jaws open—watched Timmy with concern.

Timmy was now back in his room, sitting on his bed with his arms crossed like he had been earlier.

Cosmo, Wanda, and Poof appeared back beside him. "What do you mean, Timmy?" Cosmo asked.

Timmy rolled his eyes. "Oh, it's nothing," he sighed.

This only prompted Cosmo and Wanda to swoop in closer to him.

"Aww, come on, Timmy!" Wanda prompted, bringing her face up to the boy's. "You know you can tell us anything!"

"Yeah!" Cosmo also brought his face creepily close to Timmy's. "We're like your magical little seeecret keeepers..."

Timmy moved away from both of them, repulsed, and pulled a blanket over his head. "I might believe that if you guys weren't so weird."

Cosmo and Wanda flew back off the boy's bed to where they originally were and where Poof was, and exchanged a quasi-thoughtful glance.

After a moment, both of their expressions became pained.

"Oh, no. We knew this day was going to come sooner or later," Wanda said fretfully.

"What day?" Cosmo asked, now confused. Then he realized. "Ooh...that day."

Poof gave his parents a strange look as they both flew down to the bed again, beside the lump in the sheets that was Timmy.

"Timmy," Wanda began gingerly, "there comes a time in every boy's life where they start having some...feelings..."

"Strong, intense feelings!" Cosmo emphasized. "Deep feelings like you've never had before!"

"And when that happens," Wanda continued, "you should know it's completely natural and—"

"Oh, God, no!" Timmy exclaimed, quickly pulling the bedcovers off of his head. "No! No! No! For crying out loud, it's not that! I'll tell you guys what it is, just stop!"

"...oh," Cosmo and Wanda said in a surprised tone. They got up from his bed again.

"Alright then. What is it?" Wanda asked.

Timmy sighed and put his head in his hands. "Do you guys ever notice how everything is just...the same, everyday?"

Timmy jumped off his bed and began to pace the room pensively. "I mean, everyday, we go through pretty much the same thing. My parents have to go somewhere, I'm left with an evil, crazy babysitter. And if it's not that, I'm at school, with an evil, crazy teacher. And if it's not that, some other evil, crazy thing happens, and if I try to make a wish to get out of it, it almost always backfires and gets even more crazy..."

"And evil!" Cosmo chimed in.

"And evil," Timmy repeated, and stopped pacing. "and there's nothing I can do except wish it all back to normal and accept my terrible life. It's like a routine. Don't you guys notice this?"

The three fairies gave Timmy some equally wide-eyed stares.

"Well, yeees..." Wanda said after a moment

"...but we have fun doing it, don't we?" Cosmo added cheerfully.

Timmy rolled his eyes. "Yeah. I knew you guys wouldn't understand."

"Oh, Timmy, of course we understand!" Wanda stated, flying beside the boy. "But at the same time...what can you do? I mean, sure, you could wish for a better life, but..."

"What could be better than us?" Cosmo asked, flying up to him as well.

Timmy looked up at his fairies, and he started to smile. "Yeah, I guess you're right. You guys are the best thing that could've happened to me."

Cosmo, Wanda, and Poof all pressed together and grinned at him.

However, the buck-toothed boy's smile began to falter a little. "But, still, sometimes I wonder...what it would be like if my life were different."

"Different how?" Wanda asked.

"Different, like..." Timmy tapped his chin. "Like, if I never had an evil babysitter. If my parents had never decided to hire Vicky that one day."

Timmy turned around and walked back over to his bed, looking thoughtful.

"But I guess it was inevitable they'd hire a babysitter at some point," he continued. "Considering."

"What do you mean by 'considering'?"

Timmy turned back around to face the trio. "Considering they have other things they always want to do. No time for me," he stated.

Wanda frowned. "Now Timmy, you know your parents love you."

"Of course they do. They have to. I'm their son." Timmy replied. "It's required."

"You shouldn't talk like that, Timmy," Wanda insisted, "your parents love and care about you very much—not because they have to, but because they want to."

"Even if they didn't want you in the first place!" Cosmo added. This got him a glare from Wanda, and Cosmo glanced over at her skeptically. "...what?"

Wanda poof!ed the octogator back up and the creature once again snapped its jaws shut on Cosmo.

"No, no, it's alright, Wanda," Timmy assured casually, "I know the story of my parents. They never wanted a son, I'm a mistake. It's not news to me."

"You are not a mistake!" Wanda exclaimed sharply, folding her arms. "Don't ever call yourself that!"

Cosmo once again pushed the octogator's jaws open to speak. "Yeah, Timmy! Just think of yourself as a happy accident!"

Wanda glared at him again, and the octogator slammed its mouth shut again.

Timmy shook his head. "He means well, Wanda. In any case, they still never wanted a kid. Let alone a boy, if it wasn't obvious by all of the pink I'm constantly surrounded by."

"Now don't start against the color pink," Wanda spoke tenaciously, raising an eyebrow. Cosmo continued to wrestle with the octogator.

"Well, I'm just saying," Timmy said quickly. "And that goes along with this whole conversation. I'm just saying. I don't expect anything to change. After all, if I did try to change things, as we all know, it probably wouldn't last very long."

Timmy shrugged.

"...but that's just how it is, I guess."

"Well, you know, Timmy..." Wanda smiled warmheartedly, "there are a lot of things you can find to be thankful for in your life. You've just gotta look."

At that precise moment, a loud shout sounded from the hallway.

"HEY, TWERP!" Vicky yelled, "GET BACK OUT HERE SO I CAN ABUSE YOU TO MY INSATIABLE DESIRE!"

Timmy scoffed. "Yeah, whatever you say, Wanda."

And with that, the pink-hatted boy walked out of the room, leaving his three fairies (and an octogator) behind to watch him in wonder.

But little did Timmy—or any of them—know how much his entire life was about to change...drastically.

A/N: ...I should have also apologized earlier for sexual references that I might make. Well, too late now.