For the last millennium, scratch that- ever since the bane of existence itself, the anti-fairies were always looked down upon by the fairies. Why, you ask? Simple, they believed anything opposite to their goody-two-shoe's ways didn't deserve to even see the other side of hell itself. Anti's were evil. They deserved to rot for all eternity. But, did they really...? Were they really as evil as everyone let on? Or rather, were they just a bunch of abused, neglected magical creatures wanting nothing more than a simple act of kindness?
Since the last few events of Wishology , the Darkness was thought to further known as the 'Kindness'. However, even the largest rays of warmth and sunshine contain traces of ice, fire and misery. Needless to say, the Darkness was still dark on the inside, and has since then become as corrupt as ANOTHER magical race previously mentioned. Simply put, nothing could stop this tainted being from wanting nothing more but for any remaining darker being from being eliminated from the universe.
It had been five years, fourteen days, and eight hours since Turner had befriended the Eliminators and the Darkness-turned-Kindness, defeating all traces of negativity within the universe. However, certain amounts of 'nastiness' still remained...
IN ANTI-FAIRY WORLD:
Anti-Cosmo sat at the head of a long, mahogany table discussing yet another plan to jump up and take another course of action against those fairies; "Don't ANY of you have any ideas, at all!?" A shaky blue hand arouse , "I was th-thinking we should um, maybe, umm..." The head anti-fairy cocked an eyebrow, his wife, Anti-Wanda simply smiled, doing her very best at making both her, and her husband's guest feel as comfortable as possible. Said husband, on the other hand was slowly, ever so slowly secretly inching his hand closer to the hidden 'eject' button hidden under a ridge near his side of the table. "Oh, yes, do go on..." Just a little closer..."H-how about we um, well...w-would you consider throwing rocks at a donkey p-pathetic?" His nasally, squeaky voice chimed in again. Anti-Cosmo, however, wasn't having it, "Rrrreally, a donkey is that the best you can do?" *BZST* "Aghh!" Well, there goes that insignificant problem...
Anti-Wanda frowned; it sure wasn't nice to do that to their cohorts...if only anti-Cozzie understood the more sunny side of life, like those little fuzzy, black kittens she'd brought into the castle not too long ago! Gosh, they were cute...
