This has been requested by a couple of people. So, here you go.
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Tears filled his eyes at the impact. It's amazing how a tiny scrape can bring on a large amount of pain. Foop looked down at his knee and shuddered at the sight of the bright red liquid seeping from the cut. He cringed when a salty tear fell onto the wound, causing an unpleasant stinging sensation.
"Foop?" Anti-Cosmo called through the dark castle.
The young fairy quickly wiped his eyes from the evidence of his emotional distress. His leg wabbled when he tried lifting himself up. There was just too much pain.
"Foop, where are you?" His voice was coming closer.
Foop, unable to move, hung his head in defeat and continued to stare at his knee. He wanted nothing more than to be a strong anti-fairy, like his father. But strong anti-fairies don't cry.
"Ah, there you are. I've been looking all over for you." He hovered over his son and put his monocle on.
Foop didn't look up. He didn't move. He didn't make a sound. He was frozen in place.
"What are you doing down there?"
"I-I fell." He said quietly.
Anti-Cosmo didn't fail to notice the shakiness in the young anti-fairies voice.
"I see. And why are you holding your knee?" He asked, coming down to Foop's level.
Foop mumbled inaudibly
"Speak up boy!" Anti-Cosmo demanded
"I-I..." Foop tried holding back a painful sob as he tried to move his leg.
"Well, let me see." The older anti-fairy was beginning to lose his patience. After all, every second of his time is valuable and cannot be wasted on trivial things.
Foop reluctantly moved his hand away from the scrape and brought a hand to his mouth as his father probbed the area with his fingers, examining it.
"Oh, my boy. That's quite the nasty scrape you have here." He poofed up a bottle of peroxide and a cotton pad, to clean it. "Now, this might sting"
Foop closed his eyes tightly, whimpered and bit his hand to keep from crying out. A couple tears seeped from the corners of his eyes.
The tiniest pang ran through Anti-Cosmo's dark, icy heart. After all, Foop was still just a baby... his baby. It wasn't his fault.
"There, there. Everything is going to be alright." He poofed up a bandaid and placed it over the wound.
Foop looked at his knee and back to his father.
"Thanks father. Now, lets finish our plans to-" he tried to get up again but it was still painful.
Anti-Cosmo narrowed his eyes, more in concentration than irritation. He lifted Foop from the floor and placed him on the couch.
"Put your leg on the table and I'll bring the plans here." He demanded.
Foop did as he was told and when Anti-Cosmo returned, he saw Foop sucking his thumb and tear streaks down his face.
"What is it now?" He asked in irritation.
Foop quickly removed his thumb from his mouth and cleared his throat. He was mentally kicking himself for allowing his guard to slip.
"Nothing." He said, unconvincingly
"Don't even try to lie to me. Now tell me this minute, young man." Anti-Cosmo said sternly, placing his hands on his hips.
"I just... I don't want to be a weak anti-fairy and this little... setback is making me feel weak, like... like a stupid little baby." He narrowed his eyes
"First of all, you are the strongest anti-fairy baby in existence. Granted you're the only anti-fairy baby in existence. But you're my son, therefore you will be a strong and great anti-fairy. Although you do possess your mothers clumsiness."
Foop pouted at the last part. It's true, he was clumsy like his mother. But perhaps his father was right.
"And furthermore," Anti-Cosmo continued "All is anti-fairies have cried at some point." He sat on the couch next to his son.
Foop looked at him curiously. No way has his father every cried! Was that even possible?
"You?" He asked in shock.
"Not that I would ever admit it to anyone else, but yes, I have cried... once!"
"Really?" The surprise was still evident
Anti-Cosmo sighed. "Yes. It was a long time ago."
"What happened?"
Anti-Cosmo looked wearily at his son. He thought he would never have this conversation.
"Your mother was very sick. I thought I would lose her. But she's still here to annoy us, so all is well." He looked at the blueprints he unrolled in his lap. "But I forbid you to speak of this to anyone, ever! Got it?!" He eyed his son sternly and smiled when Foop nodded.
"Good, now lets get to work."
The two looked over the blueprints together and Foop was elated that his father, the strongest and smartest anti-fairy, the most evil of geniuses, trusted him with a secret such as that.