Rambling

Sometimes I wonder how he's managed to stay alive so long. Sure, he had two magic fairies, with wands waiting to be used, but his habit of causing and being in the middle of trouble should have caught up to him by now.

Well, maybe I just can't see it, but you'd think that I would be able to, seeing as I am him. Well, not really him per se, but not really not either. Deep rooted evilness, caused by a stray wish, but sill present and accounted for.

Every day I wait, every day I hope for a new chance to cause evil, and every day I curse my Father for telling me to be evil. What kind of parent does that anyways?

I missed my top hat. What? I'm rambling and going nowhere? Well sorry, so much time being alone caused me to snap a tad, well, I was always crazy. What sane person would do what I've tried to do? Short answer, none.

Anyways, that top hat, nifty wasn't it? Purple is an awesome colour.

My train of thought appears to have derailed, let's see if I can get back on track.

I see what he sees, and I'm fairly interested in the Anti-Fairies, maybe if I hope really hard they'll come to my rescue.

...

Nope. Still trapped.

I take every chance, no matter how small, to take control. Sure, it has a negative effect on his school work, but why should I care? It's not like he wasn't already getting bad grades.

What chances do I take? Whenever he sleeps.

Now that might seem to be a lot of time to some, but the sharing of the body has some deep issues, like when the body is tired, I'm tired. This has stopped me greatly from doing anything of note. All I manage to do is make a cup of tea, which I never manage to drink, because I always collapse from exhaustion!

WHY CAN'T I ENJOY MY TEA?

Really, at this point my only hope is if an Anti-Fairy, a Pixie or any magical creature capable of granting wishes, comes to attack him well I'm in control and if I'm lucky enough to make a deal. Evil-lackey is beneath me, but I'll do a lot of things in the name of saving myself.

Evil genius, wickedly creepy looking, and I have nothing. What can you do when you have limited control of your own body? If I ever see my Father again, I'll make him pay. If I ever find myself capable of standing in front of him, I'd beat him then take his fairies.

It's not easy being evil, no sir.

"Dark Matter dimension? What's that?" He asked one of his friends, the bald, smart one, If I wasn't mistaken.

Dark Matter dimension eh? Probably not important, but still, when you can't do anything, listening can be your only forms of joy. At all.

"A dark matter dimension is a dimension that nothing like our own, made solely of Dark matter. Nobody knows what, or if life at all can exist in a Dark Matter world."

"Why don't some scientists just go and have a look then?" Idiot. Normal people can't just go to other dimensions. Dark Matter dimension though…interesting, but not important. I need to plan…

"It's not that easy Timmy, no one knows how to get into a Dark Matter dimension, or how to get out." Oh boy, don't tell me…

"I'm bored now, nice talking with ya AJ…Guys, I wish we were in a Dark Matter Dimension!" What I wouldn't give to pinch the bridge of my nose right now…

If he has fun, or faces some sort of threat, he'll end up so tired that I won't be able to do anything well he's asleep.

He makes me so mad I want to strangle him…more than normal.

Mark my words Timmy, if you can hear them or not, I'll get out of your head and destroy the world! This I swear!

I'd like to say that I know nothing about dark matter. At all. The terms used here are a hint to where this is leading. Review, I'd like to know where you think this is going, or what you think of Nega-Timmy's random and slightly disconnected rambles.