AN: This is a one shot deal. If anyone seems OCC, it's because I haven't seen "The Secret Origins of Denzel Crocker" recently. I hate not having cable.
Disclaimer: I own not Fairly Oddparents. Can't you tell by my constant bitching over not having cable?
Summary: Geraldine's thoughts as Crocker ruins himself.
It's stupid. I'm stupid. I fell in love with a fool. Sure, he seemed so heroic way back when, when we were kids, but who ever knew he was such a loon.
I'm a fool. How could I not see his obsession? How could I ignore everything he raged about, and that curious change in his appearance on that "I hate Denzel Crocker" day? How could I fall so blindly into this?
He's standing up there now, showing those preposterous slides of an eye, a foot, and a hand reaching for a crown. Even in this day and age, it's possible to doctor photos. Besides, what's the big deal about these slides, anyway? All his research for some crappy photos of nothing? Does he really expect to get a grant for this?
He thinks he's worked for this. I suppose that that's possible. I'm certain it takes work to be this foolish, to lose your sanity this deeply. Because, in the face of this, that's all my adoration's amounted to. Insanity.
Their faces, those with the grants, are falling now, and I can feel their disappointment setting in. So is mine. He's practically oblivious, pratting about putting metal detectors on kids and tracing their every movement. To think, I wanted to have kids with this creep! He'd probably put those stupid things on them, too!
Even if such beings did exist, he's only using them for his own satisfaction. They only want to be free, and to help kids. Why doesn't he understand this?
It makes me wonder, though, just what went wrong in his childhood, to make him chase purely mythological creatures with such intensity. Normal people would have let this go at child's folly, and I wish he would. This whole commotion is embarrassing, to me, and to the entire college. I just wish he'd shut up!
Finally, as though God has decided to intervene, it's over. The military has thrown their grants at Sheldon Dinkleberg, as has everyone who ever put their hopes in Denzel. Although one must admit that the pursuit of many zippered pants is sheer lunacy as an area for research, it's a bit better than fairy godparents. Honestly, Crocker, the '70s are over!
As the audience leaves, and the janitor and Sheldon's ex-girlfriend exit hand in hand, I remain, watching Crocker alone on the stage. He gazes at me, for some validation, but I won't give him that satisfaction. Doubtlessly, he's heard my outburst, but it doesn't matter to him.
"Do you want to help me look for-"Denzel spasms, "fairy", he hits himself on the head, "godparents?" His eyes are wide and hopeful, his fingers drum together.
"No," I say sadly," hiding my eyes, which
are full of tears, "I don't, Denzel."
I leave him there and don't look back, even though I hear him sobbing behind me. This is behind me now, this one sided romance.
"The end has no magic," I whisper to the door. No magic at all.
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AN: I didn't change the ending, did I? I don't think I did. Timmy, Cosmo, and Wanda left before this, didn't they?
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