No more...
His small feet padded against the floor softly.
I'm tired...
He stops in front of a familiar yet unfamiliar room.
Enough is enough...
The door is quietly pushed open with barely a squeak.
It's time to end this...
He walks toward the bed where two people are sound asleep. Their even breathing is the only sound echoing in the dark, moonlit room.
Now...
He raises the knife high above them. The light from the moon gives it an eerie glow. Dull blue eyes shine in madness.
The knife descends.
BE GONE!
Gasp!
One Timmy Turner bolted upright in his bed late at night. His breaths coming out fast and uneven. His brown hair is disheveled and sweat causes his clothes to cling to his skin uncomfortably. He swipes the back of his hand across his forehead and turns to see the bedside clock.
3:47am
Timmy let out a shaky sigh and flop back onto his pillow.
'It's gotten worse...' He thought blankly. This was nothing new to him. Nightmares have been happening for a while now. He doesn't quite know why, but he suspects it has something to do with the stress of his social life. He turns toward his fishbowl to see the family of three sleeping contently. He sometimes envy them, but he doesn't want to bother him with something as stupid as nightmares.
"My Light... Are you okay?" A voice questioned. The brunet closed his eyes to focus on that familiar voice and replied.
"I'm fine, Nega-Me. Nothing I can't handle." He reassured his other half. No one knew that after Timmy reverted back to his old self that he could still contact his darker side. Nega-Timmy has mellowed out since then, but in turn, he's become a bit possessive and protective of his Light.
"I know, but I'm worried about you. You do not get as much sleep as you should and I fear what could happen if you break." Nega-Timmy responded in concern.
Timmy smiled weakly at this and imagined himself petting Nega-Tim's hair.
"I'll be fine, My Night. I'm far from being broken. I'm simply...jaded. No matter how much I bend or twist, I will never be broken. Now, get some sleep. I'm tired." The boy yawned and snuggled under the cover as the cool air seeped through his damp shirt. Nega-Timmy hummed.
"Goodnight, My Light." He whispered.
"Goodnight, My Night." He murmured to the air as sleep caught a hold of him.
With that, Timmy Turner fell back into the world of darkness.
Later The Next Day
"TURNER!" A demanding voice bellowed in the said boy's room. Cosmo, Wanda, Poof and Timmy all stared in surprise as an atomic poof appeared in the middle of the room.
Jorgen Von Strangle revealed himself to them with an angry frown upon his face.
"Jorgen?!" Wanda and Cosmo exclaimed. Poof hid behind Timmy who was all attention to the overly muscular fairy.
"What do you want, Jorgen?" Timmy asked.
"Timmy Turner. You have been one of the few children who have been picked to become an anti-fairy's temporary godchild." He got straight to the point.
"WHAT?!" They all shouted in disbelief.
"What are you talking about?! How could any of those detestable anti-fairies possibly get a godchild?! And why Timmy?!" Wanda demanded red in the face. Cosmo looked really worried and clutched into his pink-haired wife. Timmy looked down with a confused and slightly scared face.
"Every 50 years there is a drawing for an existing godchild to become an anti-fairy's godchild." He informed.
"How come we haven't heard about this?" Wanda asked.
"Those fairies whose godchild that has been chosen are sworn to never speak of their involvement. Besides, the anti-fairies have never been successful in keeping their assigned godchild." The tone of his voice, while discreet, was smug. Timmy bit his lip before speaking.
"How long?" He asked.
"Timmy!" Cosmo and Wanda were surprised.
"You will live with an anti-fairy for two weeks. After those two weeks are over, you have the choice to return or stay. If even one godchild chooses to stay with their anti-fairy, that anti-fairy will become the godchild's permanent godparent and the anti-fairies will be able to become godparents. As despicable as it sounds, this was the deal made between the Fairy Council and the Anti-Fairy Council." Jorgen sneered. Cosmo quickly flew to Timmy and wrapped his arms around him.
"But we don't want Timmy to go!" He cried.
"It is not your decision to make, puny fairy! You have three days to get ready, Turner—"
"Wait! Do you know who's gonna be my anti-fairy godparent?" Timmy blurted.
"... Anti-Cosmo." Jorgen answered.
"Anti-Me!?" Cosmo gasped.
"That wretched beast!?" Wanda fumed.
"Yes. Now, as I said. Get ready in three days, Turner. I will not tolerate any lateness." And with that, Jorgen leaves in an atomic poof.
Timmy numbly walks to sit on his bed. Poof tugged on his shirt in concern. When he turned his attention to his baby god brother, he gave him a small, tired smile.
"I'll be fine, Poof. This will just be another adventure! ... Except, I don't know what'll happen to me while I'm there." He confessed with a little apprehension. Poof snuggled up to him to make him feel better to which Timmy smiled and stroked the babe's head.
"Oh, Sport! I'm sorry!" Wanda apologized with sadness.
"It's okay, Wanda! I'll be okay. Don't worry too much!"
"But you'll be with Anti-Me! Timmy, you might get hurt! Or worse: you might not eat any meat!" Cosmo fretted. Wanda turned an angry eye to her idiot husband.
"Is that all you're concerned about, you idiot? This is no laughing manner!"
"I know! I just—"
"Try to be a little more concerned for Timmy! He's going to be LIVING with your evil counterpart!" Wanda practically screeched. Cosmo shrank inward and nodded his head rapidly.
"Wanda, don't be mad at Cosmo. He just wants me to be happy and to take my mind off of it. Thanks a lot, Cosmo." Timmy interfered. Cosmo smiled brightly.
"You're welcome, Timmy!" Wanda just huffed.
"Well, let's make the best out of these last few days, okay, Sport?" Wanda conceded. Timmy beamed and and nodded.
"You betcha!"
"Poof Poof!"
Anti-Fairy World
"Did you here, my dear evilness?" Anti-Cosmo flew up to his wife.
"Wha' 'appended, Cozzie?" Anti-Wanda questioned before she took a bite out of her hotdog.
"I have finally gotten picked to be a godparent! And you will never guess who it is!"
"Ooo! Who is it! Who is it!"
Anti-Cosmo smiled and twirled the pink-eyed anti-fairy around.
"I got Timothy Turner!" He answered with a grin. Anti-Wanda squealed and hugged her husband tightly.
"Oh mah Darkness! We's gonna 'ave a babeh! An' it's da loveleh Timmeh!" Anti-Wanda flew around sporadically. Anti-Cosmo chuckled to himself and looked out at the dark red sky from a tall window.
'Soon, my beloved child. Soon, you will finally be in your rightful place.' Anti-Cosmo thought with glee.