Yes, my second fanfic. This one, as you may have guessed, is about Vicky's childhood. And, if your wondering, this will go over 15 chapters for all you people who enjoy long fics. THis is only about hlaf done at the moments, but don't worry, I will finish it!!! (Maybe not as fast as the other one though) Well, enjoy Vicky's life!....
Chapter 1: An Overheard Conversation
"Bye Timmy!" Called out the happy voices of his parents as they pulled out of the driveway. They were off on another day trip... without Timmy. And as usual, Vicky was called over to fulfill Timmy's need for a babysitter while they were gone.
"TWERP!" Vicky called out through the house to let Timmy know she was here, or rather, to tell him to prepare for a full day of torture. She walked in and set down a large box on the floor. The box was labeled "Caution, sharp contents, handle at your own risk"
"Oh-No, Vicky!" Timmy said as he pressed himself up against his bedroom door in a lame attempt to barricade it. "What do we do?"
"Well, what do you usually do when Vicky drops by?" His Godfather asked him with a stupid grin on his face.
"Well, a lot of stuff... but it never works." Timmy yelled, he could her Vicky pounding around downstairs as she searched either for him or ways to torture him.
"Well, what about that time you wished her to be nice?" Cosmo asked trying to help out. It obviously wasn't working.
"That ended in disaster, remember?" Timmy reminded him in a deadpan voice.
"Well, what about that time we.." Cosmo started again.
"Disaster!" Timmy said again. Wanda joined in.
"Timmy, I don't get it, why don't you just...." Wanda started, but was cut off by the sound of Vicky's footsteps making their way towards Timmy's bedroom.
"No time, quick, hide!" Timmy said, shooing his godparents away. They turned in to fish and inserted themselves inside their fish bowl as they watched the door come crashing down on top of their godson.
"Hah, trying to hide again, are we? I told you what would happen if you did that, remember?" Vicky said in a menacing tone as she grabbed Timmy's shirt and raised him to eye level. Timmy started to sweat.
"Um.. Ah.." Timmy stuttered as he tried to say something in defense, but he came up blank.
"Well, guess what," She said. She waited for an answer from Timmy. But Timmy just looked at her in a scared way. "You've just earned yourself a fun-filled day of chores. MY CHORES! Now move it" She yelled in his face. She then turned and walked out of the room with Timmy whimpering under her arm. Cosmo and Wanda looked at each other and poofed downstairs to help Timmy deal with the pain he was about to receive.
Vicky brought Timmy down to the living room and dropped him down next to the box she brought.
"Uh, heh.. What's in there?" Timmy asked in a panicked tone as he eyed the box nervously.
"Oh that? Are you sure you want to know?" She asked him in a sickeningly sweet voice.
"Um... no, not really." Timmy said, trying to keep her occupied. He saw Cosmo and Wanda poof behind Vicky in the form of pictures on the wall.
"Well, TOO BAD!" Vicky yelled again, blowing Timmy's hair all out of place. She opened the box and pulled out an extremely large bucket full of cleaning supplies.
"Now, get to work, I'm timing you, so you better move fast. And ACTION!" She yelled as she pulled a timer from the box and pushed the start button. She walked over to a large chair and sat herself down. Timmy looked at her, and then back at the cleaning stuff she had given him.
"What makes you think I'm gonna do all this?" Timmy asked skeptically as he pulled a rather long list from the bottom of the bucket and skimmed it.
"Oh, being difficult, are we?" Vicky asked as she got up and walked over to the box once again. "That's okay, I came prepared!" She pulled out a very long, very sharp looking poker from the box. She stuck it under Timmy's chin, forcing him to look at her in the eye.
"Is this a good enough reason for you?" She asked, her voice back to sounding angry again. Timmy nodded, grabbed the bucket and raced off to the kitchen.
"That's more like it!" Vicky said to herself as she sat back down and turned on the TV.
"How are the chores coming along there, Timmy?" Cosmo asked Timmy. The two of them had poofed to Timmy's side to help him out. Timmy was currently scrubbing the floor.
"Fine, just fine." Timmy replied through gritted teeth. He slammed the bucket down, hard. Then he threw the sponge across the room.
"Oh, come on sport, it could be worse." Wanda said encouragingly as she poofed the sponge back into the bucket of water.
"Exactly, Wanda, it could be worse. Not only could it be worse. It is worse, and I'm sick of it!" He said. Wanda and Cosmo glanced at each other and then looked back at their godson, who had picked up the sponge and continued scrubbing.
"Timmy, what do you.." Wanda started to ask, but Timmy cut her off.
"You should go now, before she hears you." Timmy said through gritted teeth again. Cosmo and Wanda took the hint and poofed back to Timmy's room to wait for him. Timmy continued to scrub the floor.
Timmy trudged up to his room about 3 hours later. He walked in, slammed the door, and flopped down on his bed all in a matter of about 5 seconds.
"How did the chores go sport?" Wanda asked him as she eyed his clothes. They were torn and dirty. Wanda guessed that Vicky had given him a couple prods with that poker she brought.
"Horrible, just like always!" Timmy said, sitting up in bed to face his godparents. Wanda and Cosmo had poofed out of the fish bowl and were back to their normal fairy forms.
"That bad, huh?" Cosmo asked, even if he did know the answer was yes. Timmy eyed him angrily.
"Of course it was bad, it always is. Every time she come, she finds new ways to torture me, and they get worse and worse every time. I can't take it anymore!" Timmy yelled as he threw his pillow across the room. It knocked the lamp on his ceiling, causing it to crash down to the floor.
"What was that?" Vicky said. She had heard the crash and, being the evil babysitter that she was, went up to punish Timmy.
"I wonder why Vicky turned out this way, people usually don't turn this evil unless provoked?" Wanda stated casually, pointing out all the facts. By now, Vicky was outside Timmy's door, ready to barge in. She held up the poker and prepared to go inside. Then, she heard a voice, a small voice that sounded like it was crying. It made her stop and listen.
"I just want her to stop torturing me, to stop torturing everybody. She makes our lives miserable, almost as if she thinks it's funny. It just makes me so angry. The way she does it with pleasure. How could anyone stoop that low?" Timmy said quietly. As Vicky listened through the door, she lowered her hand and new thoughts popped into her head. 'Have I really made his life this miserable?' She asked herself. She put the poker down and prepared to knock on the door, but was interrupted by two voices coming from downstairs.
"Oh Vicky, were back!" Timmy's parents called out as they walked into the living room.
Vicky turned around and looked down the stairs. She walked slowly towards them and made her way down.
"Here's the money we owe you Vicky!" Timmy's mom said as she handed her a big wad of cash.
"Thanks for watching are son so well... again." Timmy's dad said to her. Vicky just looked at him, took the money and looked back up the stairs to where Timmy's bedroom door was.
"Yeah, sure..." She said half-heartedly as she turned her gaze back to Timmy's parents. "Thanks." After saying that, she walked out the door.
Meanwhile up in Timmy's room, Cosmo and Wanda were trying to cheer him up.
"Try not to be too down sport, is there anything you want?" Wanda asked him. Timmy shook his head. For some reason, he felt very tired, probably from all the chores he had just completed.
"Timmy, were home!" He heard his parents call out up to him.
"Good....she's gone." Timmy said out loud to himself as he got up off the bad to go down and greet the people who left him with her everyday, the people he called his parents. Cosmo and Wanda looked at each other again, worrying about Timmy. They poofed back into the fish bowl and waited for him to return.
A/N: Well, how did you like the first chapter! I know it was kind short, but, oh-well! THis will get more interesting, I promise! Please Review!!!!!!!!!!!!!