The Twisted Days of Winx Lives:

What happened to the 4th Season?

This is an experiment and a theory on how come there wasn't a fourth season of Winx Club.

It might contain coarse language and very weird stuff. This is set before the movie.

Anger & Depression

It was the first day back at Alfea, the Winx Club were finally seniors. After a few months of rest for the summer the girls were back to shoot season four, which was supposedly going to bring a new excitement. The girls were at the feathery blue gates hugging and patting each other on the back, laughing and discussing what they did in their time off as huge machines for filming rolled in off of big black vans on dollies. Stella, Layla, Tecna, Flora, Musa and Bloom walked into the quad as the director Ignio Straffi gave them the scripts and told them to wait in the dorm room to rehearse the lines for the first episode.

Bloom plopped down onto the pink couch spreading her legs across the couch as she tipped her script sideways and started reading through the first episode. Stella grabbed her own director's chair with a star on the back of it from her trailer and placed it down next to a beautiful sunflower that Flora brought with her from Lymphea and started gabbing on the phone with her agent. Layla placed her gym bag full of sports equipment on the floor next to the coffee table with the stuffed crust cheese, mushroom, peperoni, olives, pineapple, pickles and bacon pizza the staff ordered in from the Galaxy's Greatest Pizza. She began to munch on a slice, neglecting to wipe off the grease and carelessly leaving grease fingerprints on each of the pages she flipped. Musa was skipping along with an Ipod in her ears as she read over the script with the volume on full blast. She was headbanging her long blue black locks as the guitar soloist began to belt out her favourite song. At that moment Flora stumbled in flustered as she dropped her script on the floor along with a letter with the pink flower on the envelope which she immediately felt a twinge of red coming to her cheeks. Tecna seemed expressionless as she scanned all her script onto her laptop and began reading, feeling that reading it on paper was too primitive.

Each time Bloom turned the page she furrowed her red eyebrows more fiercely as a scorn fell on her face. Bloom let out an angry yell as she got up and stomped her foot.

"Not again! Not this season too!" Bloom shouted, everyone looked at her.

"What's wrong Bloom?" Flora asked as Layla helped her pick up the script and the envelope.

"It happens every season! They say 'Bloom, we're going to find your birth parents this year.' Guess what happened second season, I find out their names..Oritel and Miriam..That's it!" Bloom exclaimed flailing her arms. "Third season, 'Bloom we're going to find your parents this year...' lies I get to find out that they were fighting against and F-ugly guy with no fashion sense at all and leave me with the feeling they're still alive!"

"At least you knew they were alive," Layla said. "They could have been dead."

"They could have been, but they're not!" Bloom shouted. "Now we have a whole other year where they say 'This time you're going to find your birth parents' another lie...from this script they're waiting till the movie! God, I'm pissed off, I wanna know my real parents by now. No sick twisted evil villain trying to take over the magical dimension, no universe to save. No tricks..by the way don't get me started with Trix. I've had enough, why couldn't Straffi kill them off already, we've been fighting them for three years, and they're not even in college anymore. They were seniors when we were freshmen, come on. We fight them, they lose, we fight them, they lose, every fricken time it's just time for them to move on! Go harass some other fairies for a while. They're LOSERS!"

"We know they are," Stella replied, massaging Bloom's shoulders. "We'll find your parents together."

"Together? We've done a lot together, but I'm still not closer to my parents," Bloom stated simply. "I'm going to find my parents and I'll do it alone."

"What about the script? What about the show?" Musa exclaimed, through the racket pounding at her ears. "It's called the Winx Club, remember? Friendship, magic that's the whole deal."

"That's fine with me, but I'm bailing," Bloom said as she got up and left. "I'm not going to do this shit anymore."

"You can't quit, you're the star!" Flora wailed, everyone's mouths were open.

"Like Musa said, it's the Winx Club, not the Bloom's Power Half-Hour," Bloom said, "Tell Straffi to get another girl, I'm through."

Bloom walked off without another word, leaving the girls with shocked expressions on their faces.

Dr Copeland Office, Magix

"I can't stand it doc," Stormy muttered, her poofy purple blue hair lying bouncily on the cushion of the psychiatrist's couch. "I can't stand work! All they do is make me angry! The crew, the cast, my sisters, even the writers give me this personality that I'm always pissed off..it pisses me off doc! It pisses me off!"

"Uh huh, Stormy remember your breathing," Dr Copeland stated softly, instructing the witch to breath in and out. Stormy inhaled then exhaled slowly a twisted look of calmness came to her face.

"Thanks doc," Stormy replied.

"That's why you pay me 20000000000 per session for," Dr Copeland replied as he wrote on his pad of paper furiously. "So you think our anger management sessions are working?"

"I guess.." Stormy shrugged. "But I still want to kill everyone, flood the entire universe and cackle in accomplishment."

"Uh huh," Dr Copeland remarked. "So the answer is no.."

"It's yes you fucking prick," Stormy shouted as storm clouds belted out thunder and pink flashes of lightning flooded the room. Dr Copeland picked up his pencil and began to write some more, not noticing her attempt to kill him.

"Breath in..." he instructed, Stormy breathed in deeply through her nostrils. "AAAAnd out.."

"Maybe I'm sick of being angry," Stormy sighed as she flopped back down onto the couch with her hands covering her face. "I wonder what it feels like to be hhhh...hh...happy for once."

"Have you been taking your pills?" Copeland asked gazing at her intensely.

"No," Stormy blurted. "You're not the boss of me."

"I'm here to help you Stormy," Copeland remarked, grabbing a pad of paper and threw her a jar of pills. "And when I mean help, I mean medicate you heavily. Those are AXYMYTHRILLS, a very special 'happy pill' take twice a day every twenty two and a half hours, before four meals a day, do not take with alcohol, food or plastic syringes. If there are any side effects your on your own. If you think of suing this is my fake e-mail address and I won't be here from the twenty first to year 2170 on a trip to Mauli."

"What? You want me to take these things?" Stormy said unscrewing the cap and showing him rainbow coloured capsules.

"They're antidepressants, they're supposed to make you more joyous and have a better mood," Copeland replied. "Have a spring in your step. You won't feel so bad if you take them.."

"Really?"

"Stormy, you're problems will be solved with these pills," Copeland replied, Stormy threw her head back as the pills went down her throat. Stormy's expression changed from anger to a very mellow smile. A small beeping noise came from his pager as Copeland looked over at it. He bent down from his desk and extracted two paddles. "You're time is up, but unfortunately the parol board stated that with these sessions I have to give you thirty extra minutes of shock treatment."

"Lay it on me daddy-o!" Stormy smiled as she began to foam at the mouth. Copeland smiled.

"If you insist."