A/N: The first chapter is short because it's a prologue. And the crappy
disclaimer isn't mentioned because I think Hartman gets it. (and to make
this easier, I write my fanfics in script form)
We all start in Timmy's school where Crocker was being himself and Cosmo and Wanda were at Fairy World getting their 1000th annual physical at the Fairy World Medical Center.
Timmy: (Depressed) Great, my Godparents are away yet again for some stupid thing that they probably never did with their other godsons, but I'm here stuck with Mr. Crocker and his stupid rants.
As Timmy was all depressed, Mr. Crocker walked up to him,
Mr. Crocker: Timmy,
Timmy: What is it Mr. Crocker?
Mr. Crocker: Well I've calculated your grades, and you have to repeat the fourth grade.
Timmy: You've gotta be kidding me.
Mr. Crocker: No Timmy I'm not.....FAIRY GODPARENTS.
Timmy: You're a psychotic ass.
Mr. Crocker: You can't say ass on a PG fanfic, only on a PG13 fanfic.
Timmy: What the hell are you talking about?
Mr. Crocker: Nothing, and for calling me an ass, you get 3 hours of detention today (laughs evilly)
Timmy: God dammit.
Timmy thought his day couldn't be worse, and he thought he was right when he saw Trixie Tang on his bus. He walked to the back to say hi to her and in his mind he thought he would confess his love and she'd love him back.
As Trixie walked up, Ted and Chet walked towards him.
Ted: Get out of our damn seats asshole.
Chet: Yeah, you can't be here.
Timmy: Well why are you letting Chester sit here?
Ted: Because Chester isn't a loser like you, plus he can beat people up ever since our bodyguard quit.
Chester: Yeah, I'm being payed $100 a day to do this, now get the hell out of here Timmy or else I will hurt you.
Timmy: Great, Chester's an asshole, Trixie Tang doesn't even know I truly exist, and I have to repeat the fourth grade. Plus my Godparents aren't here.
Timmy was so sad, he started to cry, and just at that moment, Francis and Veronica walked on the bus looking at him.
Veronica: Oh my God, HEY EVERYBODY, TIMMY TURNER IS CRYING!
Francis: Wow Veronica, that was pretty mean, but funny.
Everybody on the bus saw him, and they all started to laugh, especially Trixie, and the bus driver didn't care, he wanted to watch his Soaps.
As Timmy finally reached his house, he flopped on his bed, but he went right up, and went to this parent's room to search for something.
Timmy finally found what he was searching for this whole time, his father's gun he used if a robber came.
Timmy: Finally, I found what I'm looking for, Dad's gun. Now I just got to get a piece of paper and a pen.
Timmy found a piece of paper and pen, and started writing a note:
I, Timmy Turner have a horrible life, parents that don't care, an abusive babysitter, horrible teacher, and kids that hate me. I am here to admit that I have two Fairy Godparents, Cosmo and Wanda, and they made me happy, but not enough. I am ending my life right now to make everybody in this world happy
Signed,
Timmy Turner
Timmy flopped on his bed, drew the gun and started counting to ten.
Timmy: 1
2
3
4
5
While Timmy was counting, Wanda came back, and started reading the note.
Wanda: NO TIMMY, DON'T KILL YOURSELF.
Timmy: 8......9......
TO BE CONTINUED.
A/N: I'm not suicidal, I used 1 example from my real life, and it was the bus part, but not the part with the bodyguard. I just felt like writing a depressing story because humor is not my strong point.
We all start in Timmy's school where Crocker was being himself and Cosmo and Wanda were at Fairy World getting their 1000th annual physical at the Fairy World Medical Center.
Timmy: (Depressed) Great, my Godparents are away yet again for some stupid thing that they probably never did with their other godsons, but I'm here stuck with Mr. Crocker and his stupid rants.
As Timmy was all depressed, Mr. Crocker walked up to him,
Mr. Crocker: Timmy,
Timmy: What is it Mr. Crocker?
Mr. Crocker: Well I've calculated your grades, and you have to repeat the fourth grade.
Timmy: You've gotta be kidding me.
Mr. Crocker: No Timmy I'm not.....FAIRY GODPARENTS.
Timmy: You're a psychotic ass.
Mr. Crocker: You can't say ass on a PG fanfic, only on a PG13 fanfic.
Timmy: What the hell are you talking about?
Mr. Crocker: Nothing, and for calling me an ass, you get 3 hours of detention today (laughs evilly)
Timmy: God dammit.
Timmy thought his day couldn't be worse, and he thought he was right when he saw Trixie Tang on his bus. He walked to the back to say hi to her and in his mind he thought he would confess his love and she'd love him back.
As Trixie walked up, Ted and Chet walked towards him.
Ted: Get out of our damn seats asshole.
Chet: Yeah, you can't be here.
Timmy: Well why are you letting Chester sit here?
Ted: Because Chester isn't a loser like you, plus he can beat people up ever since our bodyguard quit.
Chester: Yeah, I'm being payed $100 a day to do this, now get the hell out of here Timmy or else I will hurt you.
Timmy: Great, Chester's an asshole, Trixie Tang doesn't even know I truly exist, and I have to repeat the fourth grade. Plus my Godparents aren't here.
Timmy was so sad, he started to cry, and just at that moment, Francis and Veronica walked on the bus looking at him.
Veronica: Oh my God, HEY EVERYBODY, TIMMY TURNER IS CRYING!
Francis: Wow Veronica, that was pretty mean, but funny.
Everybody on the bus saw him, and they all started to laugh, especially Trixie, and the bus driver didn't care, he wanted to watch his Soaps.
As Timmy finally reached his house, he flopped on his bed, but he went right up, and went to this parent's room to search for something.
Timmy finally found what he was searching for this whole time, his father's gun he used if a robber came.
Timmy: Finally, I found what I'm looking for, Dad's gun. Now I just got to get a piece of paper and a pen.
Timmy found a piece of paper and pen, and started writing a note:
I, Timmy Turner have a horrible life, parents that don't care, an abusive babysitter, horrible teacher, and kids that hate me. I am here to admit that I have two Fairy Godparents, Cosmo and Wanda, and they made me happy, but not enough. I am ending my life right now to make everybody in this world happy
Signed,
Timmy Turner
Timmy flopped on his bed, drew the gun and started counting to ten.
Timmy: 1
2
3
4
5
While Timmy was counting, Wanda came back, and started reading the note.
Wanda: NO TIMMY, DON'T KILL YOURSELF.
Timmy: 8......9......
TO BE CONTINUED.
A/N: I'm not suicidal, I used 1 example from my real life, and it was the bus part, but not the part with the bodyguard. I just felt like writing a depressing story because humor is not my strong point.