Top Dog

Part 1

In Anti-Fairyworld, the sky crackled with lightning and low dark clouds hung in the air. Inside a castle, a creature with a square-shaped body was looking through a telescope. It was colored dark blue with bat wings and carried a baby bottle.
"I don't believe it!" screeched Foop as he slapped the device, only for it to spin around and send him crashing into a bookcase.
Suddenly, a similar colored creature poofed in. He had the same wings and a pair of fangs. Anti-Cosmo looked over to his son.
"What on earth was that?" he asked.

Foop lifted his book covered head and snarled, "Take a look through that telescope, father, and you'll see."
The anti-fairy peeked through the device. It was a magical telescope that could see anything anywhere; Anti-Cosmo got it for his son on his 1 month birthday.
At the other end, Anti-Cosmo could see Timmy Turner on earth, his fairies and his friends hanging out on his house's lawn. The bucktooth was playing frisbee with a light colored dog. When he tossed the disc the dog stretched his neck out like a giraffe and grabbed it. He returned to normal and handed over the frisbee with a smile.

"Actually, Foop," stated Anti-Cosmo as he returned his gaze to his son, "that just raises even more questions."
The anti-fairy baby rolled his eyes as he joined him, "And here I thought you were the smartest anti-fairy in Anti-Fairyworld. Don't you see? That's a fairy dog Poof and his annoying god-child they've got!"
"Oh, now I see," understood the anti-fairy with a nod. "Timmy must've gotten a pet fairy-dog while we weren't looking."
Foop raised an eyebrow, "I thought you said that this telescope is able to see and record everything that Turner and his friends do."

"It can. It's just that Anti-Wanda has been cleaning the lens out with peanut butter."
A voice at the end of the telescope shouted, "Ya know what they say; a splash of peanut butter a day keeps the Charlie horse away." Anti-Wanda then slathered on another spread of the food onto the device.
The two anti-fairies just looked at the dim-witted mother for a moment before Foop asks, "Father, can I have a dog?"
"What?!" exclaimed Anti-Cosmo.

"Maybe I should try that again in a different tone..." The anti-fairy baby cleared his throat and gave his dad a longing, big eyed look. "Please, daddy? Can I have a dog, pretty please?"
Anti-Cosmo shook his head sternly, "No, no. You know how I feel about dogs. They're dirty, they bark too loud and they destroy all of the furniture."
"Oh, please, daddy!" Foop began to beg, "I'll take good care of it, I promise! Besides it'll make a good addition to all of Anti-Fairyworld."

The anti-fairy furrowed his brow, "How do you mean?"
"From what I've read in your library, fairy-dogs are very powerful when trained properly. There have been some that are even more powerful than fairy-babies."
Anti-Cosmo soon smiled darkly, "If we can get the right kind of fairy-dog, we could use it to finally rule Fairyworld and the human world! That's brillant, Foop!"

The anti-fairy baby smiled cutely, "Does this mean we can get a dog?" Suddenly his tone switches, "One that will shower evil and death on all who oppose us?"
"Yes," answered the father, "and I think the best place for us to look for an anti-fairy dog is at the Anti-Fairy pound. They always have the nastiest and evilest pets in all of Anti-Fairyworld."
Foop gidded as he rubbed his hands, "Perfect. Mother, we're going to the pound to get a dog."

"Ooh, I'll come with ya'll," chirped Anti-Wanda and she looked at her almost empty jar of peanut butter. "Maybe they'll like my homemade cleaning peanut butter."
Anti-Cosmo sighed and he and his family disappeared in a cloud of blue smoke.

In another poof, the three were now standing outside a scary looking facility. A large sign read, "ANTI-FAIRYWORLD POUND" in red and runny letters. The anti-fairies floated into the building and were greeted by a skinny keeper.
"Welcome to Anti-Fairyworld's pound," he hissed, "where the worst of the worst pets are kept. What can I do for you?"
Anti-Cosmo said, "I'm looking for an anti-fairy dog to adopt for my son. Do you have one?"

"Of course!" answered the keeper and he ushered them through a door. "Right this way."
He led the entourage through a kennel. There were many dogs in the cages and the noise of their barking was almost overwhelming. The keeper swept his arm at the scene.
"All of these dogs are up for adoption. Take your pick."

Foop looked over at one cage that have a skinny looking poodle with fleas hopping around in its fur. "No." He looked at another cage, this time with a fat and drooling Saint Bernard-like fairy dog. "No." At the third cage it had a sweet looking Chihuahua puppy.
"Aw, this one's a cutie..." said Anti-Wanda as she reached into the cage to pet it. Suddenly the dog opened his toothy maw over the anti-fairy and chomped down. The puppy's mouth bulged with the eaten Anti-Wanda.
"Oh, I forgot," stated the keeper, "That one doesn't like to be petted."

Anti-Cosmo snickered, "I think we'll take that one..."
"Not so fast, father!" Foop stopped him, "I want to be the one to pick the dog. It's my idea!" He then asked the keeper, "Do you have a really strong and scary fairy-dog?"
The keeper rubbed the back of his head, "Well, there is one dog, but he's one of the nastiest and eviliest one in all of Anti-Fairyworld."
"We'll take it!" the father and son agreed.

The keeper shrugged, "Alright, your funeral. This way." He showed them to the back of the kennel and particularly well-locked iron door. The keeper took a few seconds unlocking all of the locks before opening the door. In the back was a lone cage with a single lock. It was too dark to see what was inside.

"Is that it?" asked Foop as he flew in closer for a better look. From the darkness the anti-fairy baby could see a dog shaped form chewing on something.
The keeper flipped on the lights, "Everyone, meet Darkie."
The lights shone into the cage and illuminated the pet. Darkie had the same coloration as all anti-fairies with sharp, pointed features. His collar was spiked and he had a tuff of dark blue spiky hair. Like the anti-fairies Darkie also sported a pair of bat wings and black crown.

The dog looked up from chewing on a bone and glared. "Could you not have that light on so bright? I can't concentrate!" With the bone in his mouth he bite down so hard it broke in half, making Anti-Cosmo step back in fright.
"He's perfect!" cheered Foop and he said to the dog, "Darkie, you're coming home with us!"
The dog looked at him dully, clearly not impressed. "Is that right?"

"Just wait until Timmy and his pup Sparky see you..." giddied the anti-fairy baby, not realizing that Darkie's ears perked up at the name of the other dog.
"What was that pup's name again?"
"Sparky. He's a yellow dog with orange hair..."
Darkie suddenly roared, "I KNOW WHO HE IS! That's my opposite little flea-bag!"

"Wait, opposite?" asked Anti-Cosmo in surprise. "As in, anti-opposite?"
The dark dog nodded, grinding his teeth. "That's him. I want to see him. Foop, was it? I command you to take me to him!"
"Mean, commanding and violent..." the anti-fairy baby wondered as he grinned evilly. "He's even better than I thought." He turned to Anti-Cosmo and said, "Father, I will have this dog."

The anti-fairy smiled, "Well, he is a delight to have...sure, why not? Keeper, we'll take this one!"
The keeper frowned and unlocked the cage. Darkie smiled a toothy grin as he stepped out, "So, where is my shaggy little counterpart?"

In Dimmsdale, Timmy Turner and his friends were in the backyard playing with Sparky and a smaller, glowing green pup. The fairy-dog was watching the ghost dog intently on something.
"Wow, Cujo," mused Sparky, "you're really good at fetching. That telephone pole was no match for you."
The ghost dog stood proudly next to the uprooted said pole. "Rarf, arr rarf!"
"Yeah, I don't think the telephone company is gonna be happy about that, though," said Jimmy Neutron with a sheepish frown.

Timmy looked at his fairies, Cosmo and Wanda. "Alright, I wish the pole was back where it belongs." With a wave of their wands the pole disappeared and reappeared back in it's place.
Danny Fenton rubbed Cujo's head affectionately. "Well after that little warm up, it's time to do some training."
"Training?" asked Spongebob Squarepants as he sipped some lemonade. "For what?"

Timmy answered, "He and Sparky are gonna train to be heroes just like us. Once we're finished with them they'll be the toughest dogs around."
"I wanna be the toughest dog around!" cheered the fairy-dog, jumping up and down, but then he stopped and asked, "Eh, around what? A tree?"
The bucktooth rolled his eyes, "No, all around Dimmsdale..."
"And Amity Park," added Danny.

Jimmy then questioned, "So how are you guys gonna train them?"
"Easy: Cujo's gonna demonstrate how to look and act tough, scary and big," stated the teen. "No one, not even the Evil Syndicate, will want to mess with them."
Spongebob asked, "And how's Cujo gonna do that?"
Danny smiled and snapped his fingers. At this, the ghost dog glowed and instantly transformed into his more monstrous form, looking like a giant green bulldog. He then let out a loud roar and snapped his sharp teeth.

The sponge screamed and hid behind the teen, shaking. Cujo then bent down to their height, sniffed and gave them a big and slobbery lick.
As Danny and Spongebob stood there dripping with drool, the sponge mused, "Bah ha ha, that tickled."
"He seems to act more like a big puppy than a big monster," pointed out Jimmy.
The teen turned intangible, making the drool fall from him and said, "But that's gonna change; alright Sparky, you ready?"

"Uh huh," nodded the fairy-dog eagerly. "But what's my signal?"
Cosmo blurted out, "Anchovies!"
"No," stated Timmy dully, "it's 'ATTACK!'"
Sparky smiled, "Okay!" and began to concentrate. With a wag of his star-tipped tail, the fairy-dog glowed orange for a second before transforming into a larger form of himself.

"How's this?" he asked in a loud voice.
Timmy frowned, "Uh, Spark? You're were supposed to also look terrifying. Just because you're big doesn't mean you're scary..."
"But it helps," added Spongebob as he hid behind Danny again.
Suddenly, in a poof of black smoke, four figures appeared. The heroes instantly recognize them and gasp.

Sparky returned to his normal size and asked, "What? What's wrong? Do I have bad breath?"
"The Anti-Fairies!" Timmy yelped as he pointed at Foop and his parents.
Poof, the fairy-baby, squeaked in fright, "Poof-poof!"
"Yes, it is us!" announced the anti-fairy baby, "and we're-"

"QUIET, YOU FOOL!" shouted the dark dog creature. "I'm the one doing all the talking here!" He then strutted forward to the gang.
"Greetings, so-called heroes. I am Darkie, the anti-opposite of Sparky."
The boys gasped, "What?!" Then Timmy slapped his forehead, "Oh, right, cuz he's a fairy and all fairies have an anti-self..."
"Even the dogs," added Wanda sadly.

Sparky walked up to his anti-self, "So you're my anti-counterpart? Like a brother? That's pretty cool!"
"It's not cool, Spark." explained Danny as he continued to glare at Darkie, "Anti-fairies are bad guys."
The dark dog frowned a little, "I would not consider myself bad. I think the better term would be the alpha."
"What's an alpha?" asked Spongebob.

Jimmy explained, "It's the leader of the pack in dog society. They can do anything they want."
"Exactly," stated Darkie and he turned to Sparky, "and as leader, I shall make you the omega."
The sponge opened his mouth to ask, but the genius stated, "The omega is the lowest dog in the pack, the one that everyone else picks on."
"What?!" snarled Timmy as he looked at the dark dog, "My dog Sparky is not an omega. You can't just put him down like that."

Darkie curled his lip in a half-smile, half-snarl. "Why not? There's nothing the little flea-bag can do about it."
"You don't hafta be mean like that," said Sparky with a frown, "What did I do to you anyway?"
The dark dog glared at him. "You really want to know? I'll tell you then!"
"Yay, story time!" cheered Cosmo.

Darkie began solemnly, "I was born into a shelter like you, Sparky, and I too longed for a home to take me in. But after an incident involving me and a cute little bunny, I was sent to the pound. It was there I had to fight for food and shelter. Eventually I rose through the ranks and became the top dog of the entire kennel."

Timmy asked, "But what does this hafta do with Sparky?"
"As I sat in the shelter, I watching in growing anger as that little flea-bag was adopted right in front of me, only to be sent back to the kennel. But it wasn't long after that he was adopted again and sent back."
Darkie kneaded the ground with his razor-sharp claws, "Adopted, abandoned...adopted, abandoned...ADOPTED, ABANDONED!"
The gang and anti-fairies stepped back a little from the crazed dog.

Darkie relaxed and continued, "After seeing Sparky go through several different owners, I...well, let's just say I wasn't the same after that."
"Really? I haven't noticed," Danny said dully.
The dark dog snarled at the fairy-dog, "I despise you, Sparky, and now that I'm alpha I have a couple of duties for you to do...
"Sparky's not gonna do a thing for ya!" Timmy spoke. "In fact he should be the alpha and you the omega!"

The fairy-dog nodded, "Yeah...how are we gonna decide who's the alpha, though?"
"The same way all decisions about leadership are settled..." stated Darkie.
Anti-Cosmo suggested, "Chess?"
"Freeze Tag?" piped up Spongebob.

Anti-Wanda chirped, "Mud-pie?"
"SILENCE!" roared Darkie, quieting everyone. Then he said, "No. We're going to fight over it."
Jimmy gasped in horror, "What!? No, you can't-"
"We accept!" stated Timmy. Sparky whimpered, "We do?"

The anti-fairy dog snickered dangerously, "Are you sure?"
"Totally!" answered the brave bucktooth, then he pointed forward. "Sparky, ATTACK!"
With a slight hesitation, the yellow fairy dog walked in front of his master. He concentrated and transformed into a larger, powerful-looking version of himself.
Timmy crossed his arms in pride. "Not bad, uh?"

Darkie looked at his litter mate's form. "I suppose, but not as good as this!" The anti-fairy dog disappeared into a cloud of purple smoke. When it cleared, everyone gasped in horror; Darkie's form was much more terrifying with three heads, longer fangs, bigger claws and spikes along his back, shoulder and thigh. Darkie's three pairs of eyes glowed a sinister red.
"YIPE!" yelped Spongebob as he hid behind Danny again.
Timmy blinked with a stunned look on his face, but made it brave again. "We're not afraid, are we Spark? Take him out!"

"Uh, okay," muttered the terrified fairy-dog. He stepped forward and up to Darkie's face.
The dark dog's face twisted into a scary smile. "You go first," he said in a deep, spine-shivering voice.
Sparky gulped and raised his paw. He did a quick swipe across Darkie's head, making it turn to the side a little.
"How's...t-t-that for ya," the fairy dog stated with a whimper.

Darkie's head returned to its original position and said, "My turn."
Without another hesitation, the three head converged on Sparky, picked him up by his fur and tossed him, causing the fairy dog to slam into a tree and break it in half. Sparky twitched before transforming into his smaller form again and struggled to stand up.
The gang was too stunned by the ferocious attack to do anything as Darkie returned to his normal form and stood over the injured pup with a paw on top his head.

"AND YOU SHALL FOREVER REMAIN AN OMEGA SO LONG AS I REMAIN ALPHA!" the dark dog screeched into his litter mate's ear. As a last insult, Darkie scrapes some dirt onto Sparky's body.
Foop just stared with his mouth open as the dark dog returned to the anti-fairies' side. "I am ready for a treat."
"Of course!" said Anti-Wanda in a dim tone and slathered Darkie's tongue with peanut butter.
The dark dog lapped at his sticky mouth. "At least...lick...it's better than...lap...dry biscuits. Let's return home."

"Right," muttered Anti-Cosmo with a concerned look and he waved his wand. The party poofed away in an instant.
The heroes could care less about the anti-fairies; Sparky was still lying on the ground in a daze. Timmy gently picked up his dog and shook him to wake him up.
"Sparky? You okay?" asked the worried bucktooth.
The fairy-dog was silent for a moment before grunting something under his breath.
Cosmo twisted a finger into his ear. "I'm sorry, what was that?"

"I'm an omega forever!" Sparky groaned in pain. Then he howled, "FOREVERRRRRRR!" and collapsed in a faint into Timmy's arms.

Meanwhile, back in Fairyworld, a brown fairy dog was dashing through an alleyway. He turned his head this way and that, as if looking for something. Sniffing for a moment, the dog stopped near a silver trashcan. He carefully banged on its side, making it shutter. Another fairy dog appeared, this time colored tan, with a piece of candy wrapper in its mouth.

"Hey, Duncan!" greeted the tan dog in a western accent, "Whacha doin' here?"
The brown dog stated in a serious tone, "I need to speak with Sophie, Jake. It's urgent."
"Oh," replied Jake with a frown and spat out the wrapper. "Okay, follow me." He jumped out of the trashcan and lead the brown fairy dog deeper into the alley.
The two dogs soon came upon a hole covered by a piece of wood panel. Jake pushed it to the side a little, giving them just enough room for them to squeeze through. Once they were inside, Jake stepped forward.

The hole had lead them to a hidden dog pad, complete with chewed and torn furniture and scattered food bowls. Several other fairy dogs were already there, eyeing the new guests with suspicion. One of them was a white, Pomeranian-like fairy dog that sat in the middle on top of a soft, plush cushion.
"Hello, Sophie," said Jake with a bow. Duncan noticed this and did the same. "I've brought Duncan here. He wants to talk to ya."
The white dog cocked her head, "Oh? What is it then? Speak."

"WOOF!" yelped the brown dog instinctively and he quickly covered his mouth. "My apologies. My master's teaching me how to bark properly, as if I don't know." He then continued, "Sophie, there are rumors of another alpha roaming around."
There were growls of surprise. "What?" asked Jake. "Another alpha?"
"So you've heard about it too," said one of the female fairy dogs. "I thought it was just that; a rumor. But it looks like that's not the case."

Sophie stepped down from her perch and sat in front of the two dogs, "What do you know so far about this...new alpha?"
"Well, from what I've heard," began Duncan, "his name is Darkie and he comes from Anti-Fairyworld. He recently named another pup known as Sparky as the omega."
Another dog asks, "Dare I ask how?"
"He transformed into a monster dog and almost ripped him apart."

Jake shuttered a few clumps of fur from his body. "Oh geez. But it is what it is."
"Perhaps, but that is too far," growled Sophie. "If this new alpha comes to power we could all be in danger."
The female dog asked, "What should we do then?"
"I'll take care of him, that's what," the alpha dog replied.

Duncan exclaimed in horror, "What? You can't! He's too strong and dangerous! Let me fight him!"
"No, Duncan!" said Sophie in a stern tone, "I'm the only one who should do this. I wouldn't allow anyone else; if a dog is gonna get hurt it should be me." She then trotted past the two dogs and stopped near the entrance hole.
Sophie turned back and smile, "I'll be okay, I promise. Duncan, take care of the pack while I'm gone."

"Yes of course," answered the brown dog, although he still looked worried.
With that said, the alpha female pushed herself through the entrance and out into the alley. She looked over to where Anti-Fairyworld was located. Narrowing her eyes, Sophie began running toward it.