Melding into the shadows as he walked down the hallway towards his room, the other was unnoticed as he followed smoothly. The boy entered his room and shut the door behind him, he pressed his ear to the door listening as the pink loving teen talked to his fairies. He smirked then frowned as he heard creaking but sighed of relief as he heard the words Good Night.
He waited for a good hour before slowly opening the door. Timmy was fast asleep, fairies in their castle, even his counterpart. He snuck in, carefully shutting the door behind himself and floated closer to the boy. His hair was astrew, now seventeen, only one more year with his fairies and he'd be up for grabs.
He made sure no one heard him as he slowly scooted into the bed, one arm wrapped securely around the boy who was thinking pillow and used his chest as such. Foop smirked, even though his age in human years was seven his Anti- years were eighteen. Time references are hard to comprehend but still he was technically older.
In one year exactly, the boy would forget everything about Fairy World, Pixie World, and the most importantly, Anti-Fairy World. With that in mind his father had created a plan. New memories, fake, yes but they would have the boy to trust them instead of those goody-two shoes fairies and help them conquer the universe.
It would be marvelous as the Fairies watched their world burn to ash and all because Jorgen followed strict rules. After all, if it hadn't been for the fairies' mindlessness, Foop would never had been born. Bad thought.
He looked up at the ceiling with a small smile. "You know, Timothy, a lot of people would be happy in this position. You'll always be attached to magic and be able to see your fairies while they begin to rot in shackles." He muttered, the boy didn't hear him it seemed as he continued to sleep. "Especially, since I sort of like you."
Timmy muttered something, making Foop tense thinking he had woken the boy but relaxed when he continued to sleep.
"Yes, if it weren't for your recklessness I wouldn't be here as well. I wonder if you feel guilty about bringing me to be. I know I'm not but you see I'm curious. You've helped Poof defeat me, in fact I can't remember a time that you didn't have to save him from me, kind of like what my father told me when he explained one of his plans from before I came to be. It was clever and I can't help but feel a twinge, of dare I say, respect for you."
He went on, taking a breath.
"Dare I say, maybe even affection. It might be because you have no counterpart to go to and hang out with if you can call it that but..." He looked at the sleeping boy on his chest before slowly, at an odd angle, placing a kiss on the boys cheek swiftly laying back. "I may have accidentally fallen for you." The Anti said with a small chuckle.
