King
Disclaimer: I do not own the fairy odd parents. I am just using the characters for a bit as my pawns. The story plot however is mines and any occ characters that may or may not appear. So now that is done. I say enjoy.
Chapter 1: A typical day
"Hey twerp! Where is my ice cream?!" Vicky voice echoes throughout the two stories house breaking Timmy out of his thoughts, his daydreams of a different time and place.
"Coming," He calls placing the tooth brush he had been using to clean the toilet with down and stand up. He wipes his hands on his pants and exit the bathroom. Two butterflies the color of pink and green flows after him. It is just another weekend. His parents are away to God knows where and Vicky is babysitting as usual. And as usual she is making him do all the things she as a babysitter is meant to do and more. Things such as making dinner, cleaning the house and washing the clothes. While she sits on the couch watching her favorite new show and eating snacks he prepared. It is annoying to the say the least and sometimes he wish, secretly, that she takes her job serious and did as she is supposed to and not make him do it. But he knows she would not be Vicky if she was like that and if she was not like the Vicky he knows Wanda and Cosmo would never be his. It is a no win situation he has learn to accept and live with over the past few years. Without Vicky -as much as he hates to admit it -there would be no Wanda, Cosmo and Poof. There would be no mishaps adventures and his life would be as boring and dull as his friends at school. Something he has come to learn he fears greatly.
Taking two steps at a time down the stairs, the young brunet heads toward the direction the voice had originated from. It is there opposite direction to the kitchen but that is okay there is no need for him to enter the kitchen. There ice creams his parents bought before leaving are not Vicky favorites. And he knows she will accept nothing less then what she calls her favorite flavor. It is also something he has learn to accept over the years. Even if it gets on his nerves at times.
As the fourteen year old boy reaches the bottom of the staircases, he whispers to no one in particular. "I wish I had Vicky favorite ice cream."
The two butterflies color green and pink raises their front legs and poof! A bucket appears in the young boy hand. He mouths a quick "thank you," as he approaches the couch Vicky is siting upon.
"Here," He says stretching out his hand and handing her the bucket. Pink eyes turns his way and a scowl appear on pink lips.
"You forgot the spoon twerp." Vicky said clinging her fists. "Do you expect me to eat it with my bare hands?"
"Uh…" Timmy said starting to panic. He knows what her anger meant. "I really wish there was a spoon in my hand at the moment?"
The two butterflies raise their legs again and like before a poof sound echoes though the room then a spoon appears in Timmy hand. Sighing in relief he hands the spoon to his babysitter. As he does the doorbell rings.
Ding!
Dong!
Knowing Vicky will not answer the door, he heads for the front door as she returns to her show. He wants to yell at her to stop being lazy and making him do all the work but he knows better. Instance he quietly shakes his head as he opens the front door.
"Yes?" He greets hoping it is not sales people. He hates sale men. However, there is no one, just a large brown envelope laying upon the stairs. He sticks his head out, looking right and left and even up. But stay he sees no one. It is strange but it is Dimmesdale. The epic center of strange things. So shrugging the young boy reach down, picks up the package and reads the labels out loud.
"To Timmy Turner," He reads slowly as he shuts the front door, a soft frown on his lips. He can't help but wonder who could sent him a package. It could not be his parents. They had just left not more than two hours ago. It could not be his friends. He had seen them earlier and no one said anything about sending him anything. So it could not be them. Yet the envelope is address to him. He can't help but wonder if it is a prank or maybe it is from Vicky as a bad joke or…-he shudders- Tootie, his love stuck stalker, as a form of her love. It would not be the first time he has receive mail from Vicky or Tootie. Though it would be in a long while.
He continue reading. "From the Planetary Games Committee." He pause as his frown deepen. He did not know any Planetary Committee. Which means the package is either a prank or he has finally won at one of the many sweepstakes he enter in last week when he was bored on the family computer. Shaking his head he continue. "Urgent! Open."
Turning the envelope over to the section that said "open here" Timmy prepares to tear the package open. As he does Vicky's show changes to commercial and pink eyes turn his way, remembering him once more.
"Who was it buck tooth?" She questions, stretching. "And what's that?"
Looking up from the envelope, the boy blinks. "Um…."
"Um…?" Vicky said mocking him. Timmy cheeks redden and he glances back down. Vicky rolls her eyes and sticks out her palms. "Hand it over."" She said and Timmy hastens. Vicky right eyebrow lift. "Or do you want me to come and take it from you?"
"But…"Timmy begin but sapphire meets crimson and he quickly change his mind. There is something in the young woman eyes that makes him a bit unsettle, makes him cautions. She has that kind of effect on people and though he usually try not to pay it any mind today he feels he should.
"But…?"
"Nothing" He answers and approach her. Upon reaching her, he hands over the envelope. A smirk spreads upon the seventeen almost eighteen year old lips. Her pink eyes full of glee.
"That's what I thought" She said grabbing the envelope from his hands. Flipping it over, she reads out loud, a bit surprise. "To Timmy Turn?"
Timmy guess she must have thought it belong to his parents or something. Beside his report card, her pranks, Tootie gifts of love and the occasion mail from his friends and grandparents they were the only people who gets mail at the current residence. If it were not for his report card mostly he would be invisible to the mail carriers.
She pauses, glares at him and then continue. "From the Planetary Games Committee. Open! Urgent!"
She pauses again and looks his way, a thoughtful expression on her face. She blinks then all innocence like she asks. "Do you want to open it or should I open it?"
Timmy however knowing better then to trust her acting shrugs and answers in a questioning manner. "You open it?"
He knows when ever Vicky asks a question and he answers, she always goes with the opposite of what he says or answer. Reverse psychology she calls it. So he knows she will give him the package if he says she should open it. And though he does not care that much about what is in the envelope. He is stay curious. He wants to know at least why someone would be sending him an envelope mark "Urgent". And he knows if Vicky opens the envelope he will never know because she will either takes whatever it is –if it is of value- or trash it. There is never an in-between. Not when it comes to the young red hair woman.
"Oh…so you want me to open it?" Vicky said slowly as an evil grin spreads across her lips. Timmy feels a cold jolt runs up his spin. The look upon her face was one of the trickster cat in Alice in Wonderland or the one Tom wears when he goes after Jerry. It is one of a predator about to devour its prey.
The brunet look down and away from piercing pink eyes as he wonders how she can read his mind so easily. To able to know he was trying to do reverse psychology on her. How she can read any of their minds and know without a doubt which choice to make that will work in her favor? Not for the first time over the past few months he wonder if she has some sort of magical power or being that helps her out like his fairies do. It is unnerving how she can do what she can do and get away with it as well.
He shifts his feet and refuse to answer. He decide not play her game. He knows what will happen in the end…what always happens. Vicky gets her way. Vicky wins.
Timmy sighs mentally and prepare to leave, to return to his work. There is no point for him being in the living room anymore. As he head on up back upstairs, he hears Vick humming as she tears open the envelope. His right foot is on the last stairs when he hears a…
Boom!
Sound echoes though out the house, shaking it at its core, and a thick fog fills up the house. He also hears Vicky squeak like a little girl in surprise.
Author note: I need a beta reader if anyone interested please pm me.