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Okay, so I had someone asked where Poof was...He isn't in this story...I'm sorry he's not, but is didn't think it fit well with the plot...If Poof had a bigger speaking part in the show I would think about putting him in...But for now I just have these characters. Sorry.
Warning(s): Minor Character Death (THIS SOON? What?)
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Anti-Cosmo was much different from his counterparts, the fairies. He believed many different ideals too, but one thing they could all agree on is to protect the prince. Though the blue anti-fairy had some kinks in the way he protected...he was the definition of overbearing when it came down to the protection of young Timothy. He was over, over, over, overprotective of the ten year old.
Even though Timmy would never see that protectiveness, because of his banishment from his life it didn't stop him from making some notes of bringing up how they could protect the small boy more than they already have. And those tiny notes were pushing the limits of Timmy's freedom. The tiny notes became properly known as Da Rules. Jorgen, and AC were the main masterminds behind the overly thick organized book, at least Cosmo, and Wanda made sure it was fair for the boy.
That's what killed the monocle wearing fairy, the two lovebirds. The blundering idiot husband known as Cosmo, and the nagging wife known as Wanda were best known for protecting the boy. These two might have been perfect to match the personality of the boy, but to Anti-Cosmo they weren't in the ballpark yet, they haven't even touched first base with him. For instant, AC would have gladly gotten rid of the parents before they could raise him, Timothy's crockpot teacher would have been wished away to Timbuktu, and the evil baby sister would have lost the air in her lungs before she could say 'twerp'.
But the thing that drove him off the edge of the cliff into a pile of needles near a toxic waste facility was The Darkness, and how the godparents of Timothy didn't save him from it. Why would they ever let his dear Timothy near such a substance, or even let him be sucked in it? He, himself, would have gladly pushed his parents, and selfish friends into the swirling massacre. What did Cosmo, and Wanda do? They let him twist, and shift into a reality that he thought was real. A happy reality that he would soon discover was only false. He had never let that go, and many other things the dimwitted couple done.
Suddenly, Anti-Cosmo forgot all those things as he prepared to murder anyone who had broke Wanda's barriers. Anti-Cosmo knew of Wanda's powerful spell of protection it was almost better than his. Almost. Wanda was one of his challengers for top rank when the royal Exies where to pick their top General. Wanda knew spells, but Anti-Cosmo knew sacrifice. He earned the position as General Commander of the army the Exie couple had forged together. That was a long time ago...And banishment seemed harsher then.
Anti-Cosmo's mind went into battle strategies, as his puff of magic roll away into the air. His rose his wand, and flick it creating a bow, and arrows. That had always been his weapon of choice. The arrows were like his blue wand, but on the tip was a poison that could fester the worst illusions, nightmares, and bad luck. His bow was enchanted, it could only work by his touch, and no other. The color was a black, but transparent, like slipping on black ice. He notched his arrow in, as the indigo smoke dispersed around him, as more magical poofs pop in. He mentally cursed at the nitwits for dilly-dallying, and not getting here to stay one step ahead. Now they were one step back from the unknown enemy.
"You twits, need to be more quick, and prepared. Another thing you need to improve on." He said scanning them, and eyeing where Timothy could be. This room, he had never paid attention, or really had never been here. The fairies pull there weapons out with a noting glare towards the only anti-fairy there.
"C-Cozie?" A weak cough, was heard breaking Anti-Cosmo concentration, and his heart. His arrow, and bow fell to the floor beside him forgetting the battle. He gave a extinguished battle cry that he would be ashamed at a later time, "Anti-Wanda!" His wife's body was crumpled onto the floor. Checking her body for any signs of markings that would say she was dying. He found no blood, but a spot protruding on her collar bone reaching down past her heart. Black as night when there were no stars out, and maybe of the color of his own heart. The color was stretching like veins possessing her anti-form. It was killing her there was no denying it, draining her of her magic maybe, or just draining her of life. He didn't know. He desired for the torture to end for her.
So he reached out to her, hoping that his touch would end his misery, and his wife's too.
Anti-Wanda grabs at him, "S-Sweetie no, ya might c-catch a cold, 'side I d-don't think-k you could h-heal this," She gives him a weak cackle that he always loves hearing. The blue fairy watched as her husband gave a soft whimper, "A-A-Ain't the time ta cry, C-Cozie, I don't like it when ya c-cry." She pressed her hand, the one that hadn't changed to coal yet, to his blue cheek, "D-Do ya w-w-want yer boy ta see ya cuttin' a shine?"
Anti-Cosmo shakes his head weakly, leaning into her small elfish fingers. His bangs covered his eyes, keeping her from seeing the true pain he was in. They were such an odd pair for love, a country hick, and a evil gentleman. A combination of Anti-Cosmo's heart that was soon dissolving right in front of him. He shakes his head vigorously forcing his waterworks back into the dam.
"How-When did you..." He manages to keep his eye contact with his wound rather than her dying eyes.
Her hand where it had leaned into his cheek tipped his chin up aiming his eyes to hers, "Me and you we can't keep-p-p secrets..." She explains, losing her breath, "C-Cozie, this isn't yer f-f-fault, I wanted ta see-e the big fuss of the boy...Honey, he's a magical little boy."
AC gulped at her, finally telling the truth to his wife. He had to keep his betrayal away from the other anti-fairy, so the secret couldn't even go to his wife. It was all to protect Timothy...He was bound to keeping lying to her, until now, "Crumpet, he is the prince."
Anti-Wanda gives a cry of joy, "I tried helpin' him, Cozie! I did! I helped the prince! I did that!" She looked so proud of what she was dying for, "I finally did something-g right! I f-finally..." Her eyes widen as a gasp presses on her throat.
Anti-Cosmo chokes with her, "Y-You my love, have done more than right, you have made me right." He pushes his face into her dark curls, and mumbles, "You made me see the right, you silly women!"
He didn't want her to go, she...was the only thing he had to love. Not even his own parents gave him the love he deserve, nor did he have the friendship of others. He had himself for a very long time, even when he was a famously known for being the General of the Exie's royal military. He was never loved, only feared, only persecuted, only empty. That's when Anti-Wanda stepped in front of him unafraid of his chill persona, never persecuting him for being a anti-fairy general, and made him full like the moon of the night they met.
Anti-Wanda's hand loosens, falling back, and turning black. Her blue skin only remained now in her face, everywhere else was over taken by the coal color of whatever was absorbing her life. Her eyes close, but her mouth moves for her husband to plant a kiss until her lips dye a clouded ash to whisper, "The boy, sugar, save him. Timmy," Her eyes shut off like light switch, and her voice is far gone, "T-Timmy, a right good name for yer prince." His wife dies with the lost prince on her mind.
Anti-Cosmo's shoulders rack in muffled sobs, he tilts away from the deceased body. He had to compose himself. He had to stay calm. This wasn't the end...No, he needed to...He should have told her the truth before she threw herself into danger like this. AC curses at himself, "Stupid." He repeats, "Stupid. Ignoramus. Moron. Foolish. Just stupefying. Just tragic."
He refuse to look at his counterparts, the fairies, who still had their spouses. Who didn't have to lie to a beautiful face that fell for everything, until death came knocking. It angered him, but he swallow a fist full of air, he had to focus.
The blue fairy found it increasing hard to focus as he gander at his wife's body being turned into black dust that started to swirl. He made a rush for his wand immediately, with his makeshift bow already pulled back by the time it was placed in his grasp. The black dust aimed at the group of fairies' feet, but scattered as it reached their toes. Arrows had pierced the floorboard by Anti-Cosmo who was set out to murder the person responsible for Turner's disappearance, and his true love's slaughter.
He shouts at the dust, knowing that his wife's remains where becoming part of what magic had drained Anti-Wanda, "Come out, you coward!"
"Shush, you'll wake him."
A rumble etched into the dust. The grime of Anti-Wanda mutated into black fog that formed right in front of the small group. It curled venomously onto Turner's bed, shaping into two figures. One of them being the cradling sleeping form of Timmy Turner, and another being the one cradling the prince. His flesh was producing cracks in different spots that gushed ashy hues, his skin was turning a drone gray. Anti-Cosmo watched as he licked his fangs, much like the anti-fairy own teeth.
He dangerously held his fangs lowly to the small boy. No one moved, the ash color creature laughed, "No threats? Not even from you, Wanda?" He pressures the others to speak up, "Anti-Cosmo? Cosmo? Jar-Head?" He lifts his fangs off near Timmy's ear, "The lost prince." He spits out, with a distaste in his dark hollow cheek, "Turns out to be nothing, but a little human boy." He brushes Timmy's bang away from his forehead, showing deep red cut that sliced all the way down to his tiny earlobe.
Wanda's blood boiled, but before she could speak someone took over for her, "Yet that little human is your brother." It was Anti-Cosmo, whose color had drained since the new visitor had arrived, it wasn't everyday that he got to see the thing that caused him to be banished.
The older boy throws himself up off the bed, and throwing Timmy on the floor, "I am not that," He points at the ten year old boy, who wakes up groggy, "disgraced human's brother! He is nothing, but a powerless prince!"
Timmy moans in discomfort still confused on how he ended up on the floor, ten feet away from his bed. Still confused on why he was bleeding. Still confused on why Anti-Wanda had saved him. Still confused on why his was being called a prince. He figured it was another nightmare, but like all his nightmares he wakes up on the floor of his bedroom like he was now.
"Ugh, I think I'm sick." Timmy said weakly, pressing on his forehead where the headache was forming. His forehead was not drenched with the occurring nightmare sweat, but blood. No, no, he thought he woke up, so why was he bleeding, "Wanda? Cosmo?" He cries out for his godparents, searching for them in the blur forms in his drowsy eyes.
"Sport, come here." Wanda calmly waves at him to walk to her, where other blurry forms stood beside her waving too.
Timmy didn't want to walk that far, he was tried. He was pretty sure that it was still night, and he wanted to sleep for as long as possible, "No, I'll just go back-Whoa!" Someone gripped the back of his pajama shirt from behind, and hoisted him up to his face.
It was the face from his nightmares, the darkness in its human form...Or some kind of form. His fangs dripped out of his mouth, where as in his dream they would plunge into his neck. His cracked face wasn't what scared him it was the age he presumably thought of in his head he was either Vicky's age, or older it changed as he stared deeply into the fractures. What gave Timmy cold chills to the willies was his eyes...They were Timmy's eyes.
"WANDA! COSMO!" He screeches, as his tormentor smirked into a fit of giggles.
"Look at your prince! Not even able to fight his own fight!" Timmy's brother gloats at the group who aims to protect Turner, "Whose going to win this fight, lost prince?"
"I wish-" Timmy starts, but he is too panicked, and confused to make a wish. Instead he cast his arms up to the blue eyes that are copies of Timmy's. The ten year pushes his fears into his hands, and yells, "Leave me alone!"
A flash stuns them all, Timmy Turner had just used magic, and not by wishing.
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