Hi, everybody! This is my first upload here. It's based on my shared fandom with ~invadermay123 from DeviantART we started back in late 2011.

She's actually the one who talked me into uploading this here. XD

I know I won't get many reviews or anything, but I'll still update it every once and a while. Just because!

The rating will change between chapters, and I'll probably update more frequently on DeviantART. You can find the link to my DA through my profile, if you're interested.

Also, I'll just want to state here real quickly that there WILL be OCs later on in the chapters, because Butch Hartman doesn't add enough details that my friend and I need to the original show.

The first chapter is short, but I promise they'll lengthen up a bit sooner or later.

RATING IS SUBJECT TO CHANGE.

FOP, Pixies, Anti-Fairies, H.P., A.C. and Sanderson © Butch Hartman

This fandom, the original idea © Me, ~invadermay123

I'm terrible at writing.

"Father." Anti-Cosmo spoke lowly to the elderly Pixie on the hospital bed, who had his arms crossed. He had his leg in a cast, along with both of his wings.

A.C. pinched the bridge of his nose, while Sanderson would occasionally let out a snigger. "Let me get this straight…" He began, giving Sanderson a warning glare before continuing. "You broke into Mother's house. You used a magical spell just to get past the barrier she had set up. You destroyed nearly every room, risked getting every single bone in your body broken…all for a slice of cake?"

"No!" H.P. growled, turning his head away from the Anti-Fairy. "It was more than that! You wouldn't understand."

"Sanderson, talk some sense into the daffy old fool!" A.C. cried out to his little brother, who tilted his head stupidly. "Daffy Duck?"

"No, you boob! Father!"

"Why?"

"He was nearly killed by his ex-wife!"

Sanderson tilted his head to the other side.
"What? When?"

"TODAY!"

"Why?"

"Never mind. Just go away and annoy somepixie."

"Why?"

"Sanderson, shut up."

"Wh-"

"BOTH of you shut up!" Their father snapped, sitting up. "Sanderson, go away and be an idiot somewhere else. Anti-Cosmo, stop antagonizing his idiocy."

Sanderson looked down sadly, floating away. A.C. sat down in a chair next to the bed, Anti-Poofing up some tea. "You'll be dead before you reach 300,000. You do know this, right?"

"Of course I do." H.P. mumbled, staring off into nothing. "But does it really matter?"

A.C. gave H.P. a weird look, scowling. "Why did you do that?"

"Well, excuse me for-"

"No. Not that. Why did you go back to…her…place? Stop lying to me. And don't say you aren't."

The Pixie stared at his stomach, relaxing somewhat. "I…I miss her."

A.C. rolled his green eyes, patting the bed to get the other man's attention. "Hello! She doesn't love you. She never did! Never!" He was snarling by this point, twitching his black wings in annoyance. "Do you understand me, you nut?! Even if she…" His voice faded when he saw his father take the glasses off of his face to wipe some forming tears away. The hybrid sighed, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"She hurt us both so much. Just…just let it go, old chap."

H.P. looked up at him, his dull purple eyes filled with a mixture of emotions. He slowly put his glasses back on, frowning. "I can't."

"Why? After all of these years. You've been dumped plenty of times by other women. What makes mother so special? Hmm? What makes you continuously return to her, and believe that she'd go back to the way she was before I was born?"

There was a silent pause between the two magical creatures, each moment seeming to last forever. H.P. finally turned over completely to face him, before grabbing his own hat and putting it back on.
"I don't believe you know my tale."

"I do. You just randomly bumped into each other one day in a supermarket and took it off from there, right?"

"Hardly."

"What, then?"

Speaking slowly, as if he were choosing his words very carefully, he scooted closer to his son without hurting his leg further. "You didn't actually believe that pile of crap, did you?"

Anti-Cosmo stuttered, looking at him in confusion. "W-well of course I did!"

H.P. smiled slightly at that, leaning onto one side.
"Do you remember when it was forbidden for any Pixies and Anti-Fairies to interact?"

"Of course! We were the two who lifted the ban!"

After taking a drink of water, the Head Pixie relaxed against his pillow, still smiling.
"It's about time I tell you a story."

I don't own FOP, or gain any money from writing this! This is just an insane idea from the mind of two fangirls.