Disclaimer: I don't own The Fairly Oddparents or anything else refrenced in the chapter. Nothing else to say.
Timmy sighed happily as he entered the room. A huge smile plastered on his features, he threw his backpack onto the floor and plopped himself on his bed. The dance he enjoyed with Trixie was running through his mind, and just thinking about it made him blissfully happy.
In the fishbowl on his end table, two goldfish swam out of the tiny castle in the center of it. One had pink eyes, the other had green. Upon seeing Timmy, they disappeared, then reappeared over the fishbowl as Cosmo and Wanda.
"Hi, Timmy!" Cosmo greeted with unbridled joy. "How'd it go with Trixie?"
"GREAT!" Timmy said enthusiastically. "She taught me dancing, and in the middle of it she kissed me better than she ever did before. Oh man, it was great!"
"Right on, man!" Cosmo exclaimed.
"Man, things are going great between us! I only wish I could tell her about you guys!"
"Oh, what, so you could spoil her more?" Wanda snapped.
"Oh, boy, here we go," Cosmo muttered.
"Wanda…I've been dating Trixie for a month, and every day this month we've had this conversation. Can't you just let it go?"
"Timmy, do you remember when you wished you and Trixie were the only creatures in the universe? She went crazy. She tried to kill you. How can you possibly date someone like that?"
"That was then, this is now. She's changed. We're getting along very well; she even sacrificed her popularity for me. So what's the problem?"
"Did she tell you about the real her yet? That she likes video games and comic books?"
"Well…no."
"So she's still not being honest with you. How do you know you're falling in love with the real you?"
"Look, she's just having a hard time admitting something that a lot of people would think is weird. She tell me eventually, and I'll still love her."
"How do you know?"
"That's it, I'm sick of this," Timmy said, getting up and heading for the door.
"Where are you going?" Wanda asked.
"To Chester's. At least he won't try to run my love life," he snapped, slamming the door behind him.
For a moment, the two magical creatures floated in silence. Finally, Cosmo spoke.
"You know, your starting to sound like my mother."
That caught Wanda off-guard. "WHAT?"
"I mean, you're acting like my mother when I told her you and I were dating, she tried every day to make me break up with you. Maybe you should give Trixie a chance."
Wand sighed. "Look, your mom wanted to keep you to herself. I just want what's best for Timmy. You saw how Trixie acted when she was alone with Timmy. What if she acts like that again?"
"Well…we could always bail him out. But, even if it turns out Trixie's a bad as you say, maybe we should let him date her anyway and let him learn from his mistakes."
Wanda was surprised. That actually sounded reasonable, and Cosmo was the one who said it. "But…I just don't want him to get hurt."
"Look, I may not be bright, but I do know one thing: heartbreak is natural on the course of love. If Trixie does end up breaking up with him, it'll just make him love whoever he ends up with more."
"Wow…Cosmo, how do you know all that?"
"It happened to me a lot…before I met you," Cosmo said, taking his wife hand.
Smiling, Wanda leaned in and gave her husband a kiss.
Trixie sat at her TV, her hands clutching a controller. She was playing "Kingdom Hearts," one of her favorites. As she navigated a dungeon, her father came in.
"I'm home, Trixie!" her dad exclaimed.
"Dad!" Trixie exclaimed, immediately forgetting about her game. She ran over to her dad and hugged her. "I missed you."
"Really? I've only been gone the weekend," he said, smiling. He turned to the television screen where Trixie's game was still playing. "So...have you told Timmy about this?"
Trixie sighed. "Dad, do you have to bring this up every day?" she said, pulling away.
"Trixie, the only reason I don't approve of you dating him is that he doesn't know the real you. You need to tell him."
"I can't tell him! He may not want to date me if he knew I liked boy things!"
"That's the point. Look, no good comes from a relationship built on lies. If he doesn't love the real you, there's no point in having a relationship with him."
"But...you remember...how..." Trixie said, breaking up, "...Mom acted?"
Mr. Tang picked up his daughter and began cradling her in his arms. "I know how your mom acted. That's why I divorced her."
"She wanted to disown me," Trixie sobbed, crying into her dad's shoulder.
"I know. She disgusted me. She wanted to get rid of you just because you acted different. I couldn't believe she would act that way because there's nothing wrong with being different. I accepted that, and you meant more to me than any shallow woman could ever be. And if Timmy really loved you, he'd accept the real you."
Trixie looked up at her dad, tears still in her eyes. "You...really think he'll like the real me?"
Mr. Tang smiled. "Trixie, the boy wears pink. I think he's a little more open-minded than most people."
"Okay...I'll tell him. But…it will be hard," Trixie said.
"Well, you better tell him soon," Mr. Tang "The longer you wait, the more likely that Timmy will be angry with you. Now, what would you like for dinner tonight?"
"Do you, Timmy, take you, Tootie, to be your lawful wedded wife!" Tootie exclaimed, playing with her toys. One of them was a Barbie doll that looked a lot like her; the other was the Crimson Chin doll that Timmy had given her. As you may have guessed, she was acting out her favorite fantasy.
"I do," she said, moving the Barbie.
"I do," she said, moving the Chin doll.
"Then I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride!" And with that, Tootie moved the two toys together and began intimidating kissing sounds.
However, her door suddenly busting open interrupted Tootie's fantasy. In the doorway was a figure that would seem to most people as an ordinary teenage girl. However, to the kids in the area, the girl's parents, and teen singing sensation Chip Skylark, she was a figure of absolute terror. She was Vicky.
"Hey twerp, the dishes need washing, the living room needs dusting, and the kitchen floor needs mopping. GET TO WORK!"
"But…those are your chores!" Tootie protested.
In response to that, Vicky pulled out a stack of paper. "And these are copies of your diary, which will end up on the web if these chores aren't done! NOW MOVE IT!" Cackling evilly, she left the room. Seconds later, however, she stuck her head back in the room. "Oh, and take out the garbage first!" With that, she left.
Tootie sighed as she picked herself up, tears forming in her eyes. Every day, Vicky's merciless slave driving and threats reminded her how hopeless her life was. Her parents were too scared to do anything about their tyrannical daughter. They were as much at her mercy as the kids that she baby-sat were. Any other adult that could help was always fooled by Vicky's nice act. She was trapped until Vicky went to collage.
As she pulled the garbage can out to the curb, her mind began going into her second favorite fantasy. It involved Timmy suddenly riding up to her house dressed as a knight, slaying Vicky, the sweeping her up in her arms and carrying her off to be married.
However, it seemed less and less likely that would happen. Just last month her worse fear came true. Trixie actually said yes to Timmy. They were dating.
Dreaming about her future with Timmy was the only shred of hope Tootie had in her life. Now that he was dating Trixie, those fantasies and dreams always had the bitter aftertaste of impossibility. Now that Timmy had Trixie, he ignored her even more than usual.
Placing the garbage can on the curb, she began to sob. Why did she have the life she had now? Why didn't Timmy like her? Why was she stuck with the most horrible person in the world as a sister? Why was everything so hopeless?
However, through her sobs, a voice said, "Do not cry little one."
Tootie, caught by surprise, stopped sobbing and looked up. She couldn't believe what she saw. It was a man, no bigger than she was, but he had all the proportions of an adult. He had black hair that was tied in a ponytail, and he was incredibly muscular. But the strangest thing about him was the fact that he had wings growing out of his back. Not only that, but he was floating a foot off the ground, had a crown floating an inch above his head, and was carrying a short rod with a star on the end of it.
"Wh-who are you? WHAT are you?"
"Me? I am but a humble fairy. One that is going to help you get the one you love."
"You mean…like in Cinderella?" Tootie asked excitedly.
The fairy smiled. "Yes, exactly like that. I'm going to help you win over your prince charming."
"You mean your going to give me a pretty dress, and a coach, and horses, and…" Tootie said excitedly before the fairy gently brought a finger up to her lips.
"Oh, no, nothing like that. You do not need all those things to win Timmy over. You just need…this." With that, the fairy held up a simple amulet. On it was an engraving of a heat with a crown around.
"What is it?" Tootie asked, amazed.
"It's called a love amulet. All you have to do is slip it around Timmy's neck, and he will fall desperately in love with you."
Tootie took the amulet in her hands and inspected it closely. After a minute, she spoke. "Will it really work?"
"Of course," the fairy said. "All your dreams depend on this amulet."
Tootie thought for a moment. Was this right? Could she really say she loved Timmy if she had to use on him?
Apparently, the fairy could read her thoughts, because he said, "Little girl, you know how horrible that Tang girl is. She is cruel to all, and has everything her heart desires. Meanwhile, you are suffering at the hands of the cruelest human in existence. Does Tang really deserve Timmy?"
Hearing this, Tootie's grip tightened on the amulet. After another moment of silence, she spoke.
"…No"
"Exactly. So don't let her have him. Use the amulet.
"…I will!" Tootie said determined.
"Excellent. Well, my work is done for now. But don't worry, I'll be back." Then, with a poof of purple smoke, he was gone, leaving Tootie alone on the street.
Tootie stood there for a moment, staring into space. Finally, she pocketed the amulet and headed back inside. Soon, all her fantasies would be realities.
With a POOF, Juandissimo appeared in the dark room. The Shadow loomed over him, grinning maliciously. "Stirring performance, Juandissimo. You performed your role perfectly."
"Excellent. So when do I get to use an amulet on my beloved Wanda?"
"All in good time. The attack is a mere two days away. Soon, Turner will be out of the picture, and Fairy World will be under our rule! And when that happens, you will all have everything you ever wanted."
"The only thing I want is Tim-Tim dead!" a voice rang out.
The Shadow and Juandissimo turned their heads in the direction of the voice. Out of the shadows came a boy about Timmy's age. In fact, his face looked like Timmy's, right down to the buckteeth. He wore sunglasses to cover up his eyes, as well as a "cool guy" ensemble for clothes. His hair was done in the style of the Fonz. He was Imaginary Gary, Timmy's ex-imaginary friend.
"Ah, Gary, so nice of you to join us," the Shadow said.
"Cut the uncool stuff, Shadow," Gary snapped. "If we're here to destroy Tim-Tim, why don't we just all go down there and kill him?"
"Well, Gary, for starters, there is an abnormal amount of security around him."
"So, have Norm block it," Gary said. "Isn't that what genies do to avoid being caught conning humans?"
"Don't you think I thought of that?" the Shadow snapped, getting impatient. "But there's a high level of security around him."
Now Gary looked confused. "What, are they afraid Anti-Cos and Anti-Wan are going to go after him in revenge?"
"No, the security has been around him for a while. We have no clue why."
Gary blinked in confusion. "Well, still, why go through with a complicated plan? Once Fairy World is gone, Timmy would be easy to pick off."
"True. But your forgetting, Turner has a habit of getting involved in Fairy World's problems. And in case you've forgotten, that little punk has a sheer amount of luck on his side. He may find a way to stop us. This way, we'll keep him busy while the attack goes on unhindered."
With that, he turned back to his monitors. "Just a warning, Gary. You question my orders again, and you'll share the same fate as the other Unwished. They were all too happy with what Turner had left them; they had no desire to destroy him anymore. I only let you live because your hatred still burns. Now, let's just sit back and watch the show.
Veronica sat in her room, fuming.
It wasn't fair, it just wasn't fair. Why did Trixie get everyone and everything? Why did the school place her on the top of the food chain? Why did the students bow to her when she stepped onto the bus? Why did all the guys go for her?
What did Trixie have that she didn't have?
She wanted Trixie's position badly. She wanted to be adored by hundreds. She wanted Trixie's power. And, most of all, she wanted her admirers.
She wanted Timmy.
When Timmy was attempting to win Trixie over, he tried all the most romantic things possible. He gave elaborate valentines, serenades, and everything in-between. Oh, how she wanted those things!
She wanted to be swept of her feet by a man the same way Trixie had. But she wanted Timmy most of all, for a simple reason. Timmy was the most dedicated and persistent child in school; even the popular crowd admitted this. If she could steal Timmy away from her, she would prove, once and for all, she was better than Trixie. The fact that Trixie had finally said yes to Timmy's advances only sweetened the deal.
She looked at a picture of Timmy on her nightstand. In just two days, Timmy's heart would be hers. Soon, her plan would be in action.
"Weird, huh? It's like we're the only two people left on Earth."
"Tell me I'm pretty!"
"I understand that if I can't have you…no one can!"
"Love hurts! And it makes a fine mulch for your lawn or garden!"
"If your keeping score, it's fifteen-love, or in this case, LOVELESS!"
"Oh, Timmy, since it's technologically impossible for me to miss you…I'll miss you!"
Trixie bolted up in her bed, breathing heavily. After a few seconds, she sighed and lay back down. She had been having this nightmare even before she started dating Timmy. Somehow, the two of them would become the last two living things on Earth. Instantly, her fear of being rejected, fueled by her mother's reaction years ago, would take over in panic. She would desperately clung to Timmy, not wanting to lose the only thing she had left. For a while, everything was fine. Timmy would make her so happy. But then, he would want to break up with her.
Instantly, she would become filled with rage. Someone else got close to her only to reject her. After that, her thoughts got fuzzy, but she remembered clearly what she would do. She would begin to chase Timmy with an assortment of weapons; her rage increased ten fold. Then she would wake up.
As she lay on her bed, the dream kept playing through her mind. If it was just a dream, why did it seem so real? Was she really that afraid of being rejected? Or was something else to blame for her irrational behavior?
She tried to think of these things, but soon, she felt drowsy, and within minutes, she was asleep.
000000
Ahh, Saturday, Timmy's favorite day of the week. He had just spent all morning watching mind-numbing cartoons while eating sugary cereal. Now, it was off to his girlfriend's house. They agreed yesterday to meet a noon that day to continue Timmy's etiquette lessons.
However, Timmy was surprised when it wasn't Trixie who answered the door, but her dad.
"Oh, uh, hi Mr. Tang," Timmy said nervously. Trixie's dad hadn't exactly taken a shine to him.
"Trixie isn't here right now, Timmy."
"What? She told me to come here at noon today!"
"She had an early morning spa date, and she's running late. Please, come in."
That caught Timmy off-guard. Was Mr. Tang actually inviting him into the house? With no Trixie? It freaked him out, but he went inside.
Mr. Tang spoke again. "Trixie said that if you got here before she got back, you should go up to her room and open her second closet."
Now Timmy understood. Trixie never let Timmy even touch that closet, but Timmy had a good guess what was inside it. It was undoubtedly what she denied she liked: action movies, comics, and video games. Mr. Tang must of thought, he concluded, that if Timmy discovered this, he would break up with Trixie. Well, if that's what he thought…
"Well, that sounds weird, but okay," Timmy replied. With that, he headed upstairs.
Smiling, Mr. Tang headed toward the living room. Before he got there, however, Trixie came through the door. "I'm home!" she said happily, running to her dad and giving her a hug. "Did Timmy come by?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact, he's upstairs right now."
"He is?"
"Yep. I told him to look in your second closet."
At that sentence, Trixie's heart stopped for a second, her eyes bulging in horror. "Y-you WHAT?"
"Well, you said it would be tough to tell him, so I gave you some help."
Trixie was panicking too much to speak complete words. After a few seconds, she made a mad dash upstairs, hoping to beat Timmy there.
Trixie's dad followed. Now, it was time to see how much Timmy truly loved her daughter.
By the time Trixie got there, Timmy had already opened the closet and seen its contents. Comic books, video games, and action movies were crammed into the closet. Trixie's heart stopped. Timmy heard Trixie come in and turned his head to face her.
"Timmy…I can explain!" Trixie said quickly.
"Explain what?" Timmy asked.
Trixie wasn't sure what to expect, but that wasn't it.
"What? But…"
"So you like boy things. Big deal."
"You…don't think it's weird?"
"Trixie, I hang out with a kid who eats from garbage cans, that are smart enough to ace collage in two weeks, and that have huge boils sticking out of their faces. Compared to that this is fairly normal."
"Y…you mean…"
"Trixie, have you been that worried about what I would think? Trust me, I actually like this."
"Really?"
"Trixie, this just gives us more to do together," he said, taking her hand into his. "Did you really think I would abandon you just because you like boy things?"
Trixie was immensely relived. She immediately pulled her boyfriend in and gave him a deep kiss on the lips. The very thing that she had worried would tear their relationship apart had just made it stronger.
Their lips eventually parted, and they smiled at each other. Then, Timmy spoke.
"Of course, just because you're my girlfriend, that doesn't mean I'll let you win whenever we play games."
"Excuse me?" Trixie said with a sly smile. "I'll have you know I can whip you at any game on any system."
"Oh really? Why don't we test that theory with a round of Super Smash Bros.?"
"You're on!" Trixie answered. Immediately the couple dove for the closet, pulling the game system out. While they were doing that, Timmy re-scanned the closet.
"WHOA! You've got every season of 24 on DVD!"
"Yeah! We can watch that after I beat you."
"Oh, yeah right. Remember, I'm not gonna let you win!"
Meanwhile, Mr. Tang was listening to this whole thing. He smiled. Maybe Timmy would make a good son-in-law after all.
Timmy smiled as he stood at the Tang's front porch. "Well, I guess I better get home before my parents hire Vicky to find me."
"All right, I'll see you tomorrow," Trixie said, before giving her boyfriend a peck on the cheek. With that, Timmy practically skipped out of the Tang mansion. Trixie smiled, then went back inside.
Timmy walked down the sidewalk, away from the Tang mansion. However, before he was more than house away, he ran into someone he really didn't like.
"Hi, Timmy," Tootie said happily.
"Sorry, Tootie, but I still haven't broken up with Trixie," Timmy said, walking right past her. Tootie ran in front of him.
"Actually, Timmy, I wanted to tell you that I'm over you."
That caught him off-guard. He turned to Tootie. "Really?"
"Yeah. And to show you I'm sorry I am, I wanted to give you this," she said pulling out the amulet.
Timmy took the amulet in his hands and looked at it a moment. There was something about it that seemed off. He got the feeling that this amulet was trouble.
"Come on, Timmy, at least try it on," Tootie pleaded.
Timmy sighed. "Well, okay." Then he slipped the amulet around his neck.
Suddenly, a strange sensation came over him. He looked a Tootie. For some reason, she seemed different. She was so great. She was so beautiful. She was so…irresistible.
"You're beautiful," Timmy said dreamily.
"Yes," Tootie said. "You love me, don't you?"
Timmy paused. Did he love this girl? No. He could swear he loved another girl. What was her name? Trudy or something like that. But…he couldn't concentrate. This girl was just so beautiful.
"Yes…" he said happily.
Tootie smiled happily. "Kiss me," she ordered.
Timmy obliged by softly kissing the girl.
"Good. Now, walk me home," she ordered.
Timmy linked his arm in hers, and together they walked down the sidewalk, Tootie blissfully happy, and Timmy wondering who this other girl entering her thoughts was.
Meanwhile, Trixie was looking out the window in her bedroom. She had seen everything.
Tears welled up in her eyes. She had been abandoned again. Timmy had left her. This had to be about her liking boy things. It must have finally sunk in and now he hated her.
She threw herself on her bed and began sobbing. She was alone again.
Nobody knew it, but someone else saw it as well.
Chester McBadbat was standing across the street, mouth gaping. He blinked twice. Had he just seen what he thought he saw? Did Timmy Turner really just kiss Tootie? Even though he had Trixie now?
"What's going on?"
"I'll tell you what's going on," a voice said.
Chester looked directly at the source of the voice: his watch. It was a very unusual watch. It was red, and it had eyes and a mouth. In an instant, it disappeared in a poof.
It reappeared in a bigger poof…and it wasn't a watch anymore.
It now looked like a midget human. It wore a red, backward baseball cap underneath a floating crown. It had fiery red hair, which was in the same style as Cosmo's. He wore a red shirt over a blue jacket similar to Chester's, along with blue stretch pants. It also had wings coming out of its back and it was carrying a magic wand.
Chester McBadbat had a fairy godparent.
