The mark rising on his wrist is the proof.
The crimson in his arms are his birth right.
The family laws he must protect.
For thou who prowls hell forever, you must bare your fangs.
For thee who knows his eternal; death penalty.
Any pretenders who sit on his throne will vanish in an instant.
His judgment and confidence are law.
Anti-Cosmo tapped his blue claws against the glass walls of his prison. Inside him boiled hatred, hatred for the fairies. Hatred for centuries of being restricted and being imprisoned. The leader of the Anti-Fairies stared at the back of his jailer, Jorgen`s head. He imagined how many painful and sharp objects he would jab into Jorgen`s skull once he was free.
"Hey darlin, whats matter?" Anti-Wanda asked.
"Oh my sweet, stupid bride." Ant-Cosmo said. "I know one day some stupid child is going to free us from this prison. The problem is I made this proclamation centuries ago. And still hasn`t come true."
Anti-Wanda laughed and poofed up a sandwich which she ate with her feet. Anti-Cosmo sighed and banged her face against the glass wall. He then checked a small black pocket watch and smiled. As if on que a small steam whistle blew and Jorgen smiled.
"Ah, it is time for my nine holes." Jorgen said, poofing up a bag of golf clubs. "Alright wimps, I`ll be back in an hour, so don`t go anywhere. Oh wait...you can`t!"
Jorgen mega poofed away laughing like a maniac. Anti-Cosmo looked at his pocket watch again and counted to five. Suddenly a kid and two fairies appeared. The female fairy was a light pink color and her husband was a dark indigo. The kid was short and round with dirty blonde hair and freckles.
"Why are we here? I wanted to go to chocolate world!" The kid yelled.
"We are sweety, this is just a pit stop." The pink fairy said.
The indigo fairy flew up to the glass and knocked on where Anti-Cosmo was.
"Do we still have the deal?" He asked nervously.
"Of course good sir." Anti-Cosmo said. "You just get your kid to wish us out and I`ll "take care" of him."
The fairy nodded with excited fury, rubbing his hands with feverish glee. He flew back to his child and grasped his shoulder.
"Listen little Billy, before we go to chocolate world there is a man in there, and he has a special surprise for you."
"What kind of surprise?"
"A magical one, a magical one that is so much more special than our magic."
"Cool!" Billy yelled.
"Yes, now all you have to do is wish them out."
"Alright, I wish that all those creatures in there were out!" Billy yelled.
Anti-Cosmo grinned with heinous glee as the fairy magic unlocked the door to the vault. When it finally opened, Anti-Cosmo cackled with mad glee.
"Freedom! Freedom! Flee my minions our freedom is here!" Anti-Cosmo shouted.
The Anti-Fairies formed a circle and began to swarm out the door flooding the skies. Anti-Cosmo and Wanda flew out last, smiling in awe of the magnificent black and blue that filled the sky. Anti-Cosmo was so happy that he grabbed Anti-Wanda and planted a long kiss on her bucked mouth. Anti-Wanda fluttered back, little hearts flowing from her pink eyes.
"Hey, where's my surprise?" Billy demanded.
Anti-Cosmo smiled his fanged grin.
"Aw, dear boy. I always keep my end of the deal."
Anti-Cosmo waved his black wand and turned the boy into a puddle of water.
"Well thanks pal." The indigo fairy said.
"And to think we were going to be stuck with that tub of goo for the next seven years." The pink fairy said, rubbing her brow. "Dodged a bullet on that."
"Mmm-Hmm." Anti-Cosmo said.
He waved his wand again and a butterfly net scooped up and pinned the two fairies to the floor.
"What the hell?" The two said.
"Well Jorgen has to harm someone now?" Anti-Cosmo said, with charmful snark. "And why not you two, better you take the pain for the good of your mongrel race right?"
Anti-Cosmo grabbed his wife and floated up to his people.
"Now my beautiful Anti-Fairies, we are free! Its time to return to Anti-Fairy world and begin the destruction of those who dare imprison us for these countless centuries!"
The Anti-Fairies shouted in glee and flew after Anti-Cosmo as he soared into the cosmos. Minutes later the hoard returned to the red and black, gloomy skies of Anti-Fairy world. Some began to kiss the dark purple bridge while other re-populated the cities. Anti-Cosmo and his bride entered castle Anti-Cosmo and breathed in the gothic regal air.
"Ah, the home of my ancestors." Anti-Cosmo said. "How long has it been since I`ve see you my beloved castle? Ten centuries? Fourteen? Never mind that, its time I serve up some eviction notices."
"Whats that suppose ta mean?" Anti-Wanda asked.
Anti-Cosmo waved his wand and poofed up a sandwich, which Anti-wand happily began to eat with her feet. Anti-Cosmo smiled content and floated into the castle corridor. His fanged smile turned into a sneer when he reached a door that read COUNCIL in big yellow letters. Anti-Cosmo heard sadistic happy laughter echoing through the door. In a unmodest rage, Anti-Cosmo blasted down the council`s door. The council stopped laughing as their leader walked into the room.
"B-boss, hey...you`re free now." One of the councilors said. "How?"
"Well, lets just say desperation is an excellent key of freedom." Anti-Cosmo said. "But I have a question of my own. Why the hell did you swine not come and rescue us?"
The council grunted and looked away from their leader. The head councilors straitened their collars and stood.
"We felt that it was not in the best interest of the council to free you at the time." The red councilor said.
"Time? We were in there for centuries!" Anti-Cosmo yelled. "And your interests? Who gives a flying fuck what you want? Your entire existence is to serve the anti-fairies, not rule them!"
"We do not exist to serve a leader who got himself captured for ten centuries." The blue councilor said.
"Ten? TEN? TEN CENTURIES!" Anti-Cosmo snarled. "You bastards let the whole of the anti-fairy race rot for a thousand years?"
"We, will decide when the time to destroy the fairies is!"
"You dare sit in MY castle, use my anti-magic and rule over my kingdom. And have the gall to try to lord over ME?"
The robed councilors began to cower as the head councilors stood to meet Anti-Cosmo.
"Your family legacy is of no concern to us. I think it is time you retired, you pathetic excuse for a leader."
Anti-Cosmo`s green eyes turned lethal when he heard this. He pulled out his wand and blasted each of the council members in the stomach. They flew back, writhing in pain as they clutched their wounds. The purple council looked at his hand as it dissolved into dust.
"What have you done?" He asked.
"I`ve turned your fa-giggly glands into dust. Without them you can`t maintain a single form. And now much like your glands you will be dust."
The councilors wailed in agony as their bodies fell to dust. The rest of the council looked on in fear as Anti-Cosmo waved his wand.
"Okay, fools lets play a little game. Give me a reason to not break your bones and I`ll let you keep them."
The council stammered in a panic as their king waved his wand menacingly.
"Ah my lord, we have constant updates on your inferior fairy counterpart`s activities." One of them said.
"Yes master. Over the past ten centuries he has had over ten thousand god-children and he and his wife are going under re-evaluation for a new god-child." Said another.
"Hmm that could be useful." Anti-Cosmo said. "How old is the boy, and how long until he gets his fairies."
"He is eight years old. The fairies have a one year policy. They must let the child be miserable for one exact year so they can properly excess the child`s problems and needs, less they resolve themselves."
"And what is this boy`s name." Anti-Cosmo asked.
"Timothy "Timmy" Tiberius Turner."
"Tell me what you know about him." He demanded.
"The boy as we said is eight years old. He lives in Dimmsdale California, in a relatively okay suburbs. His parents as of the last ten months have taken up leaving him and gallivanting all over the world. I believe tomorrow is his ninth birth-day. Ah and yes...there is a baby-sitter. A vicious little hell cat named Vicky."
Anti-Cosmo tapped his chin with his wand then stored it away.
"You fools get to live." He said. "Now prepare a room, go get some toys and candy and whatever eight year olds like."
"Why?"
"Why? Why for our guest, of course."
Anti-Cosmo poofed back to his living room where Anti-Wanda was eating a can of sardines with her feet.
"My dear, brush your teeth, we`re going to earth." He said.
"Ho boy, I sure do love the earth, I love the dirt, I love the water and I love the food!" She responded.
"Yes my dear, now pipe down and just let me do most of the talking, we`re going to adopt a child."
Anti-Wanda exploded with excitement then reformed and locked her husband in a bear hug.
"Oh honey, I`ve always wanted children!" She screamed.
Anti-Cosmo tossed her off and regained his composure. He straightened his monocle and poofed up a teddy-bear.
"Alright honey keep calm and just let me talk first okay?"
Anti-Wanda nodded her head happily and slumped over. The two took out their wands and poofed down to earth. When they arrived in Dimmsdale, they searched through every suburb they could find. When they reached the sixth one they found what they assumed was the target.
"Bye Tommy, we`ll be back later." Timmy`s dad said.
"Have fun with Vicky! And Vicky, remember to clean the bath-room." Mom said.
"Okay, bye Mr. and Mrs. Turner." Vicky said, waving sweetly.
"Perfect." Anti-Cosmo said.
As the Turners drove away Vicky`s demeanor dropped and she slammed the door shut. Anti-Cosmo and Wanda poofed into the house to see Vicky pinning Timmy in a corner.
"Alright twerp, you heard your mother!" Vicky yelled. "Its time to clean the bath-room."
"But Vicky, my parents told you to clean it." Timmy protested.
"Oh really?" Vicky said. "Well I better hop too it."
She picked Timmy up and stuffed his head into a box of baking soda. As Timmy choked for air, Vicky whistled happily to the bath-room. She lifted up the toilet seat and plunged his head into the toilet. She whistled as Timmy glubed and choked down toilet water. Vicky proceeded to used Timmy`s small body to wipe down the bath-room walls and mirror. Vicky slammed Timmy`s tiny body into the bath-tub, she turned the hot-water all the way on its highest setting and scrubbed him with a tooth-brush, whistling while she ignored his screams.
"There, everything is nice and clean." Vicky said with a sweet voice.
"My skin hurts." Timmy said.
His skin was bright pink and steaming, it hurt every time he tried to move.
"Oh man up you little wimp!" Vicky said, slapping his back.
Timmy cried out and Vicky took a picture.
"Alright, how about this. I`ll make you whatever you want for dinner."
"Um...how about hot-dogs?"
"Hot dog food? Okay!" Vicky said.
Before he could protest, Vicky picked him up and ran into the kitchen. She looked all over for dog food only to find none.
"Oh that's right, you don`t have a dog. Hmmm?"
Vicky tapped her foot and chin. She then opened up the fridge and grabbed a jar of mayonnaise.
"Hmmm ten months expired. This will work!"
She forced Timmy`s mouth open and shoved the oily, disgusting gunk down Timmy`s throat. Laughing as she did this.
"Bed time!" She sang.
"I think I need my stomach pumped." Timmy said.
Vicky ignored him again and dragged Timmy to his room and tossed Timmy into his room. Timmy sat alone, his skin seared and smelling of soap and urine. A lump of poison boiling in his stomach and Vicky`s laughter echoing in his ear. Timmy began to cry. He cried with the knowledge of knowing his parents would never believe him, knowing no one would help him or want to. Crying, knowing there was no solution to his problems.
Timmy`s head snapped up when he heard a loud bang go off in his room. Timmy looked up to see a small creature staring back at him. He was blue from head to toe. With black eye-brows and green eyes that looked kind and malicious. He was dressed in a smoking jacket with a dark blue scarf and a monocle upon his left eye. A blue hat floated over his head. The creature smiled, showing off his vampire-like fangs and bat wings.
"Hell little boy. Whats your name?" Anti-Cosmo asked.
"Um...help?" Timmy said.
Anti-Cosmo whipped out his wand and Timmy cowered. He waved his wand and Timmy`s skin returned to normal, his stomach felt fine and he no longer smelled bad.
"See I won`t hurt you." Anti-Cosmo said, wiping Timmy`s tears with his handkerchief. "I just want to be your friend."
Timmy stared at the blue creature. Despite his appearance he did not strike him at all.
"My name is Timmy." He said at last.
"Ah! Timmy, Timothy. Yes I like that a lot." Anti-Cosmo said. "Whats wrong with you boy?"
"There's a monster down there. And she hurts me." Timmy said.
"Aw, poor boy." Anti-Cosmo said, stroking his hair. "You poor thing. Do your parents know?"
"They never believe me." Timmy said sadly.
"Well they don`t sound very nice." He said. "I think you need new parents. Ones that will protect you, care for you...love you.
"But my parents do that." Timmy said.
"Well, how often do they go on vacation?"
"Everyday." He said sadly.
"You know I heard them call you the wrong name. I also happen to know tomorrow is your birth-day. Do you think they`ll show up?"
Timmy didn`t respond, he just buried his face into his knees and cried.
"Listen Timmy. I have a big castle, that's full of food and candy and servants that will do whatever you say. Would you like to spend your birthday with me?"
Timmy looked up. Anti-Cosmo`s face looked kind and fatherly, unlike his own father. He wasn`t sure about the blue vampire like creature in his house, offering him candy and a castle. Timmy then thought about how his parents would just ignore him and continue to hire Vicky and that made him a little angry.
"Alright I`ll go. But whats your name?"
"My name is Anti-Cosmo and I`m your fairy god parent."