New story! –does new story dance- Anyway, I started writing this in music class because I was extremely bored from hearing my teacher play the same thing over and over and over on the piano. Wonderful.
Enjoy.
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Timmy came home to the usual bickering between his godparents. Lately they've been at each other's throats, arguing about completely irrelevant topics and when they didn't have anything to argue about, they'd argue over the fact that one of them breathed incorrectly or one of them blinked to many times in one minute. And frankly, Timmy was getting really bored with it.
"Guys, I'm getting really bored. GUYS!"
"WHAT!" the fairies screamed in synchronization.
"Come on guys, stop hassling each other. Seriously, it's becoming old and annoying."
"Oh waa, is poor old Timmy bored? Well maybe he should do something instead of dreaming about Trixie Tang 24/7!" Wanda snapped. Timmy looked hurt. "Oh sweetie, I'm sorry." Wanda apologised.
"Now look what you've done!" Cosmo chimed in. "You've made him do the sprout face."
"Pout face, you moron!" Wanda spat.
"Wanda, please. Cosmo put down the blow up shark!" Timmy shouted. His god parents looked at him. Cosmo dropped the shark and it started snapping at Timmy's feet. Timmy quickly jumped up onto his bed.
"I've said it before and I'll say it again. You two love each other. How long will this fighting go on for?"
The fairies looked at one another.
"I don't know, why don't you ask the smart fairy?" Cosmo said, folding his arms.
"Which isn't you." Wanda said, with a nasty grin on her face. Cosmo looked at her.
"You started it bright one." Wanda said, reading Cosmo's expression.
"Alright, I'm sick of you two fighting. I bet you two would be happier if you'd never met." Timmy said, not thinking as usual.
"I wonder about that too, Timmy. Maybe it would have been for the best." Wanda said folding her arms.
"Oh, really?" Well maybe I'd be happier if I hadn't met me as well!" Cosmo said angrily.
"That didn't even make sense!" Wanda answered back.
"It would have if you weren't so smart." Cosmo frowned.
"THAT'S IT! I WISH YOU TWO HAD NEVER MET!" Timmy screamed. Wanda looked shocked and the wand in her tight grip grew unbearably hot. She had to grant the wish and she did so. There was the usual poof and Cosmo was gone.
"Cos…?" was what Wanda had attempted to say before disappearing herself.
"What have I done?" Timmy said, putting his hand over his mouth.
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Timmy lay awake in bed, deep in thought and the sick feeling in the pit of his stomach made his heart leap every few minutes.
"They've gone. And it's all my fault." He sighed and thought hard about how he could bring them back. With an idea, he sat up suddenly. "COSMO, WANDA!" he shouted. There was no reply.
"Yeah, that accomplished a lot." Timmy said rolling his eyes. He lay down in the silence and the loneliness in his room. The deafening silence was broken by a loud thud on his wooden floor and a rolling sound which seemed to stop at the foot of his bed. Timmy jumped and scrambled out of his bed sheets. He cautiously looked over the side. His old magic eight ball had decided to emerge from his hidings.
"Where'd that come from! Timmy said, jumping off his bed. He picked up the ball and examined it closely. It was covered in dust. Timmy shook and brushed some of the dust off. As if he were desperate, Timmy shook the ball hard and whispered "Will I ever see my fairies again?" and peered into the small circular screen. The tiny message floated to the top. "START AGAIN." Timmy was confused.
"Start again?" he questioned. Another message floated up to the screen. "Yes. Now please don't throw me against the wall again."
Timmy deliberately dropped the ball and it shattered. Mysterious blue smoke rose from it broken body and surrounded Timmy, swallowing him whole.
Timmy awoke to find that it was still dark outside, but the lights were on. He was sitting on his bed clutching the eight ball.
"Titanic? Director's cut? Argh, they'll be out all night…wait that sounds familiar." Timmy looked down at his eight ball and then at the wall. Back and fourth. Things were becoming clearer
A/N: Are things becoming clearer to you, hmmm?
It was too easy, but he had to do it. He threw the eight ball with all his strength (Which wasn't very much) at the wall. It cracked open in half as it had done once before. Smoke arose once more and a small figure appeared inside. It had pink eyes.
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I've written more, but I'll stop there. (: Please tell me what you think. It's always nice to receive reviews.
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