A Two Part Creepypasta about the Fairly Odd Parents, by yours truly. Please, don't come after me with pitchforks and torches. I don't own the Fairly Oddparents or Tootie or Timmy or Vicky or any of the characters.
'The Truth Behind' The Fairly Odd Parents Poem
I cry at night alone with the yelling phantom.
"Twerp, where ARE you?"
Do mom and dad even care about me?
Chester and AJ are so lucky.
One is away at college.
One is away in the major leagues.
I'm stuck here with Icky Vicky.
"Everything is going to be okay."
I say as I rock back and forth in my little corner.
The tears don't want to stop falling.
The tears, please stop coming!
Cosmo, Wanda, and Poof, please be real!
I cannot handle this pressure anymore.
Please, forgive me, my friends.
I cannot take this world anymore.
Goodbye, this noose feels comfortable.
"Timmy!" the door slams and there is Tooty holding my cut-up chest
Tootie's Revenge
A Second part to Timmy's Plea
The screaming and tearing don't stop.
I try to keep calm, but the abuser is at my door.
I grab a hammer and start ramming it against her head.
It's so fun!
The years of agony, I am finally free.
Timmy, don't forget me!
I avenged both of us.
Aren't you happy?
Take away from my fears.
Take away from my fears.
Take away from my fears.
Timmy, don't cry!
The bitch is gone!
The witch is run out of town.
My beloved soul, please do leave my side.
My Dear Crimson Chin, please look after Timmy Turner.
My beloved sister, Vicky is dead.
Her pulsing heart is in my, my, my hand.
Blood, so red, I want to, to, to vomit!
She got what she deserved!
She got what she deserved!
Mommy, daddy, please be happy that I burnt the bitch.
Mommy, daddy, please don't lock me away!
I am sorry that there is blood everywhere, not just from Vicky, but Trixie too.