A/N: I don't know where I'm going with this. It depends on how great the reaction. I've been horrible at updating anything lately, usually preferring to do a hit and run with one-shots.
But I think, if I can get some decent reactions, I might reconsider and force myself to update on a certain day, the way I used to. That means you guys have to help. I'll set alarms for the day, but you have to show me you want me to continue. Otherwise, it'll just die.
A Boy and His Poof
Timmy groaned, eyelids fluttering. He felt like he'd been hit in the face with a deluge of volleyballs. His stomach cramped and a bright light shone in his face. Red spots appeared in his vision and it took a while for his eyes to adjust to the strange lightning. Once it had, he stared at his surroundings. A large watt bulb inside an overhanging lamp was next to him; it also overlooked two big clear glass balls attached to the chair he was currently sitting in. Golden ties captured his arms and legs and he saw thin green and pink strands out of the corner of his eye flowing into the balls. But that didn't make any sense. Cosmo and Wanda weren't even here.
Were they?
The room looked like a modified janitor's closet, though it was wider than normal. The door opened to his right and Crocker entered, grinning from ear to ear. Timmy glowered.
"I'm not going to tell you anything," he snapped. His gut clenched and he hissed, narrowing his eyes against the white light.
"You don't have to," Crocker said, grinning. "I've figured something out, Turner."
"That you're a deluded crackpot with too much time on his hands and no chance of ever finding faeries, ever?" Timmy retorted.
"No," Crocker said and glowered. "I've discovered your faeries appear whenever you're in danger." His glower transformed into a grin and chills ran down Timmy's back. He fidgeted, trying to figure out a way to escape without invoking Cosmo and Wanda. Sweat trickled down his neck and he tried to think fast, but thinking on his feet was never one of his specialties.
"They would, if they were real," Timmy said. "And isn't someone going to hear you torturing me and come investigate?"
"No," Crocker said simply and flicked a switch behind the chair. Electricity coursed through Timmy's body and he screamed, vision turning red and then black for a few seconds. His hair smelled singed and he coughed, smelling smoke and not realizing he was the source. His eyes watered and his vision cleared after a long while. Crocker grinned at him.
"Call them."
"No!" Timmy said. His heart raced. Cosmo and Wanda, don't come. Cosmo and Wanda, don't come!
"One more time, then," Crocker said and flicked the switch again. Timmy screamed and saw, in between the red and black flashes, three little fairy splashes. Cosmo, Wanda, and Poof had landed on a shelf as cleaning supplies. Poof began to whimper at Timmy's distress and Wanda raised her wand to silence him. Timmy could feel Poof's concerned gaze on him, and watched his godparents shiver. He didn't know what the contraption was, but it couldn't be anything good.
"Now, we spin this dial, and..." He removed a golden dial from his pocket and Poof appeared, in his normal form, in front of him. Crocker's eyes glazed over, greed replacing his sinister motives.
"A child...a child..." he breathed. Wanda appeared too, not as a faerie, but as a giant baseball bat. She clobbered him in the head with it repeatedly and Crocker spun the dial again. The pink strand connected to Timmy thickened and Wanda went from being a bat to her normal guise again, trapped within the glass ball. Poof backed up, shaking his rattle and creating a barrier in front of himself and Timmy.
"I didn't plan for this, but..." Crocker grinned and adjusted the knob. Cosmo vanished from the shelf and into the glass ball. Poof whimpered again.
"C'mon, Poof," Timmy said. The gig was up. There was no point in pretending these creatures weren't in the very least known by name. Poof glanced at his brother, his parents, and shook his rattle so hard Timmy was almost surprised it didn't break. A large cloud filled the room and Timmy coughed, eyes watering again. His stomach dropped and they were suddenly gone, from the janitor's closet, the school, and probably from Earth as they knew it.
They reappeared in a cave, water dripping nearby, and Poof lowered his rattle. He looked uncertain, lip quivering, and stared at his brother. Timmy could feel a wail coming on.
"Where are we?" Timmy asked, still smelling like he'd been set on fire and unable to stop shuddering. "Poof, where did you-"
Poof disappeared and reappeared instantly, bursting into tears. Timmy hugged him and rocked him back and forth, but apparently, his smell upset him, because Poof wrinkled his nose. Timmy groaned.
"We're cut off from Cosmo and Wanda. In the middle of nowhere. With my only hope of getting home an infant faerie whose powers could either get us blown up...or do nothing at all," he said. "This should be interesting." He groaned again.
"What else could go wrong? And oh yeah, my faerie godparents are currently in possession of my increasingly crazy teacher, Mr. Crocker."
Poof wailed harder.
