PROLOGUE
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN THE FAIRLY ODDPARENTS. THEY ARE THE PROPERTY OF BUTCH HARTMAN AND NICKELODEON
"So," said Winston, "what did you do to make Anti-Cosmo mad at you?"
Remy hesitated, in part because he was so ashamed and also, he needed the other boy to trust him. He didn't know where they were, and there was no way to tell how long they would be there. Remy decided, however, there'd been enough trickery and lies on his part. He decided to tell the truth.
"I was really stupid," admitted the blond rich boy, "I wanted revenge on someone because I believed they hurt me, so I worked with Anti-Cosmo. However," at this Remy paused and wiped a tear that seemed to be going down his cheek, "it turned out he was using me. I sort of developed a conscience and worked against Anti-Cosmo. Needless to say, Anti-Cosmo was not pleased. He blasted me with his wand, and now I'm here."
There was a silence and then Remy asked,
"How did you get here?"
"I tried to stop him from one of his plots to take over the universe," said Winston, his voice shaking, "and I failed, and I wound up here."
"Speaking of which, where IS here?", said Remy.
"I have no idea," said Winston.
A.J. was in bed. They were all back from that "time bubble" he and Jorgen had created so that Timmy could heal from his injuries and not have anyone miss him. A.J. could not sleep though. He was concerned about Timmy. Not about the injuries he sutained; they were healed up. No, he was concerned far more something a little more close to home. His parents treatment of him.
"I fear it's only a matter of time," said A.J., to no one in particular, "before something really bad happens to Timmy because his parents don't pay enough attention to him."
Across town, an elderly Asian man was also thinking about Timmy. His thoughts were not as affectionate towards Timmy as A.J.'s were though. Even though he wished he could get rid of Timmy Turner, he decided not to. Not only, because of the threats of that strange blue vampire like creature, but also from what Old Man Tang had found out about in his research on Timmy Turner. He pulled the file closer so he could read it.
"That Turner boy," said Nguyen Tang, "is very, very difficult to destroy."
The old man shook his head in disbelief. Timmy had gone through things according to his research that should out and out kill a human being. Yet Timmy was able to take it, which somewhat belied how scrawny and short he was. He flipped to the document that contained the information on Timmy's parents. His smiled, rather creepily.
"This gives me some hope," said Nguyen, "because it's only a matter of time before Timmy's own parents kill him with their own neglect. So, all I have to do is just sit back and wait."