***Hello, everyone! I didn't originally plan to upload this. However, it turned out better than expected (on my end, at least) and I decided: what the heck, let's go. Anti-Wanda and Anti-Cosmo belong to Butch Hartman, and let's roll!
Anti-Cosmo sighed, looking in the mirror he'd poofed up in his bedroom. He had taken the liberty to change out of his normal attire.
Although it was classy enough on a daily basis, he decided to play it up out of the spite he felt towards doing this. A full, jet-black tuxedo this time and the black shoes to go with it. Even his bowler hat had been changed to a black color, the stripe of fabric on it being white.
Once he'd smoothed out his hair and clothes, as well as adjusted his monocle to his liking, he poofed the mirror away. He sighed once again. Why was he doing this?
Oh yeah... it was his and Anti-Wanda's wedding anniversary, and she wanted to go out somewhere nice to celebrate. She insisted on it, even when Anti-Cosmo pointed out that she could hardly differ a fork from a knife.
Not that she used either of them, of course.
But, he gave in after enough prodding and made the reservation. When Anti-Wanda was told, she kissed him so hard on the cheek that her lipstick left a stain. Luckily, he was able to get it off with ease.
That quirkiness was an annoyance to Anti-Cosmo, but it was refreshing from time to time. He smiled a little—come to think of it, Anti-Wanda's difference from other anti-fairies was nice every now and then overall.
Her dimwitted mind and clumsiness? Yes, they could be extremely annoying. But her sweetness and pureness of heart were quite nice. Not to mention that, although she was commonly shut down or she messed up, she always tried her best to show her love and to be a good wife.
And even for evil genius, towards her, Anti-Cosmo could be especially rude. Maybe he was the bad guy here, come to think of it. And not in the way he liked.
He glanced at his black wedding band; an item he commonly fiddled with. He decided that maybe Anti-Wanda deserved this night out. A strange girl she was, yes, but she was the one that Anti-Cosmo loved nonetheless.
"Cozzie? Ya ready t' head on?"
That heavy southern accent brought Anti-Cosmo out of his thoughts. And when he looked over, his cold heart skipped a beat or two.
Anti-Wanda looked gorgeous. She wore a blood-red dress that shimmered. It was strapless, the neckline looking like a heart. She wore her normal lipstick, but it was accompanied with mascara and dark eye shadow this time.
"Are ya in there?" Anti-Wanda asked, a bit louder this time. She had to clap her hands loudly to get Anti-Cosmo's attention.
"I'm so sorry, my dear. You just had me captivated by how beautiful you are in that dress," he said.
Anti-Wanda didn't know what 'captivated' meant, but she knew what 'beautiful' meant. "Oh, thank ya," she said.
Anti-Cosmo kissed her, then held out his arm. "We're off, then?" he asked. Anti-Wanda linked her arm in his, warmth filling her. "Yeah-huh," she said.
So, they waved their wands and were off.
***And there you have it. Nothing like the stuff you write for killing time. Anyways, be sure to leave a review on the way out and I'll see you all in the next one! Bye!