DISCLAIMER: Who? Butch Hartman? no. Not me. I completely understand how you would mistake an obsessive-compulsive teenage girl for a middle-aged genius-man.
I've found I have to read through my chapters about twice. Once to catch typos. And a second time to calm down the melodrama. I get carried away sometimes.
Cosmo: Did you know that in the live-action Fairly Odd Parents movie, Timmy was played by a bell-ringing duck?!
... Shut up Cosmo... You... you adorable little DILF you...
Cosmo: Bell-ringing dolphin?
... The reason I kill you off in my Doujinshi so quickly is because the genius of your stupidity escapes my comprehension.
Cosmo: Chocolate cake?
No. Chapter three.
~~~Pet~~~
"Move it." Nega spouted as they appeared in a dark cellar. He pushed Timmy out into the center of the only light source in the room: A dying lightbulb.
Timmy's head darted around. He couldn't believe what'd just happened. He could barely comprehend what this meant. In complete shock he prayed for Cosmo or Wanda or Jorgen to manifest into the room any moment.
"Ahhh~ This'll be quite handy." Timmy spun around to see Nega fiddled with the wand he'd wretched from his Godbrothers hands. Timmy's eyes flared as his double flickered the wand and it transformed into a dark septar. "That's better. This will make so many things so much easier."
Timmy tried to lunge for him but Nega's hand lashed out and smacked him against the wall. Timmy banged his head hard enough to daze him and allow Nega to comfortably stride up to his side.
Timmy didn't notice the chains on the walls until Nega was wrapping them around his wrists. He struggled against them but Nega almost roboticly latched him in no matter what Timmy did. When he was done he took a proud step back and waved his new wand. Breaking the mute spell.
As Timmy's panting became more audible he realized it. He turned from struggling with his restraints to glare at Nega. "You."
Nega cocked his head. "Yes? Me. You?" He smiled again, fangs glistening nicely. "Us. Are you comfortable sweetheart?"
Timmy couldn't fathom Nega's attitude. "Comfortable? You think I might be comfortable? Are you high?"
Nega pouted, genuinely dissapointed. "Awww~ don't be like that, beloved."
"Ew."
Nega chuckled. "Training you, pet. Will be very fun also~"
"I'm not your pet, I am not your dog. Let me out of here you little freak or I'll- I'll-"
Nega lost his smile. "Or you'll what? exactly?"
Timmy wasn't stupid enough to claim he could do anything he clearly couldn't. "You're not winning here, Nega. I'm not doing anything for you and you're not going to do anything. You're going to lose."
Nega broke into a loud, long cackle as Timmy continued to stare him down. Nega was in a riot. "You don't know what I'm doing yet sweetness. And surely you couldn't know how it'll turn out." His eyes narrowed as he looked into Timmy's. "Or what you'll be doing."
"I'm not your pet, Nega. And I never will be."
Nega laughed at that also. Then he leaned into Timmy and nuzzled into his neck- Timmy jerked and pulled away from him.
"Don't touch me!"
Nega pulled out softly and turned around. Heading to ascend the stairs. "We'll see how this turns out, Timmy."
"You'll see."
Nega turned back, still smiling. "Yes, you'll see."
-Six weeks later
Timmy wondered why he wasn't just left to wither away in that cellar. A couple times a day- he assumed- A glass of water was poofed before him to keep away dehydration. And less frequently a loaf of stale bread he only seemed allowed to take a single bite of. Apparently Nega didn't want him to die, or at least not yet.
Timmy didn't have the slightest clue how long he'd been in that place. He'd try to count the minutes and keep track of time, but as it went on he'd fall apart into a blubbering mess until he woke up and couldn't conceive how long he'd been tuned out.
No idea, but it felt like eons. He stopped having the strength to struggle out of the restraints. His wrists were bloody from the effort and his clothes had become tatters that were soiled and filthy.
The silence killed him. The waiting killed him. Nega probably knew it. Timmy's head started to tetter into insanity again as tears automaticaly welled up to provide for him a focus.
With a sudden clack Timmy's head snapped up to the cellars door. Nega was at the top, silloetted by blinding light. Timmy quickly had to jerk his head down again. Eyes having become so used to the dimness. It was a wonder he wasn't blind.
Nega seemed to glide down the stairs pleasantly casual-like. "Having a pleasant time?"
Timmy shot his un-focused burning eyes in Nega's direction. " 'The hell do you think?"
"My my, testy, aren't we?" Nega laughed at him. Enjoying himself far too greatly. "I was going to give you a present for having been so well-behaved, but maybe you don't want it?" Timmy hadn't noticed the hand behind his back. When he brought it out there was an impossibley beautiful plate of food in it. The scent alone brought about a rumbling stomach and Timmy's full attention. "If you're not happy to see me, though. I can leave."
"No- wait-" Timmy's desperation took hold when Nega started to step back. "I'm sorry. I'm just angry. I've been... alone this whole time... and." Timmy hated that he was ready to grovel to him. But he would die soon without proper treatment.
Nega gladly stepped back into place. "Awww, poor Timothy is lonely~" Timmy wasn't sure if it was his patronizing or the hunger making him so nausous. "Well, don't worry sweetheart. We can most certainly work something out... On one condition."
Timmy tore away from the plate of food to look Nega in the eyes. "Anything."
Nega continued to grin the entire time. "Well then... Be my loyal pet."
Timmy's eyes flared as tears fought their way back up. His hunger somehow sated. "No way. Never. Not that."
Nega laughed again, "Alright. Sorry. I was caught up in the moment and misspoke." His eyes never left Timmy. "There's not a choice in the matter. You will be mine- you are mine. But I was hoping we could do this the easy way. For your sake. Timmy."
Timmy was speechless. In disbelief that such hadn't occured to him. Staring at Nega silently. They stayed silent for a long time. And Timmy had to find it deep in his soul what he felt he wanted to do. But he couldn't tear his heart away from what he really thought. "... I don't care."
Nega maintained his disposition the whole time. "Hard way it is then." He knocked the septar that he had hung on his back. In a black cloud the plate of food dissapeared and in it's place a long black whip was in Nega's hand.
Timmy stared at it. Horror painted on his face. But he couldn't bring himself to go back against his heart.
"Last chance, pet."
"No."
Nega smiled wider. Fangs bared. "Stubborn little thing."
"What are you going to do with that?"
Nega brought back his loud cackle. Delighted by the boys torment. "Break you in. Little thing."
In a flash Nega whipped his arm out and struck Timmy across the neck before the boy could even notice him move. Timmy's yelp was muffled by the shock and pain in his neck. He gagged and hacked as the whip came back again and stuck him across the chest. A painful scream wretched through his wounded throat and Timmy was already agreeabley broken.
Nega didn't stop yet, of course. He whipped him again and again. Mostly against his chest. For almost twenty minutes. Timmy's screams raising in impossible pitch with every strike. The end only came when the screams were ceased.
Body coated in blood and welts, beyonds the distinction of a body. Timmy's breathing was soft and weak. Gentle, infantile squeaks escaping his battered and sore throat. He was completely numb now. He didn't feel the pain anymore. Just utter exaustion.
"Do you change your mind yet?"
After a moment of gaining strength. Timmy nodded his head. Even if he was capable of talking, he wouldn't say the words. But he had to make him stop. If it went on like this he would die, and there was no telling what Nega's plan B was.
Nega was pleased with the 'change of heart'. "Good boy. I thought I'd have to do a bit more before that. Now, lets clean you up." Timmy wasn't listening. Suddenly wishing nothing more then to be left in the dark alone again.
He registered Nega approching him. Presumabley to take off the chains. Timmy just wanted to sleep. He probably hadn't really this whole time. He tried to lose himself in the fantasy of just being able to sleep. But when he registered a substantial amount of time had passed. He looked down. Nega was cleaning him, alright. With that creepy purple snake-tongue of his. He was lapping up the massive, possibley life-threatening amounts of blood pouring out of Timmy. Who didn't feel any of it. He couldn't even feel the disgust or the hunger anymore.
Eventually. Nega was finished. And then he poofed the stained dripping whip away and replaced it with a knife. Timmy watched Nega set it to his stomach. He began carving something into him. "This will prove you forever belong to me." Timmy barely listened to him. Just was glad it was almost ever. This phase, at least.
It was strange watching him carve into him without feeling the pain. He felt something. I dull tearing. But it was moreso just the disturbance of the skin around all the welts that he was feeling.
Timmy had to stop looking. But he could still see that Nega had stopped and was licking off the last of the blood. He then stretched up to Timmy's face and lapped away the tear residue. That had finally made Timmy flinch. But Nega showed no reaction to it.
Finally, Nega reached his hands up and undid the cuffs restraining Timmy. Who slid against the wall. His legs were maybe the only part of him still functioning. And he considered maybe kicking Nega between the legs. But chose against it. Though he had to keep consiously reminding himself of why.
"You can come upstairs and get to sleep. Then tomarrow you can eat, and I will be telling you your rules. Alright then?"
Timmy tiredly nodded his head again.
"And rule number one- you will reffer to me as Master. Agreed?"
He nodded.
"Good. Come now pet." Nega turned around and began up the stairs.
Maybe it was the first validated use of his new title. The assumption that Timmy was capable of following him after all that. Or just the general attitude of it all. But it was all too much
Timmy glared glistening eyes into Nega's back. "Fuck you."
Nega stopped a moment. And Timmy had no regrets. Regardless of what the backlash was now. Though maybe he should have- Nega turned around, both hands blazing with a red fire.
~~~End Chapter~~~
Is it weird or human that when I realized what I was writing I kindof cried alittle? TIMMYYYYY. Y I TORTURE U SO MUCH?
He's wrent of his family and normalcy and covored in angst and tattoos in my doujin, too. And that one's a original story, so I can't blame anyone else for it. .
IT WASN'T MY IDEA.
USUALLY THE PEOPLE I HORRENDOUSLY TORTURE ARE OVER EIGHTEEN.
XD I'm also thinking of making a music video series that again involves him losing his fairies, plunging into insanity and unleashing a horde of snakes loose on a plane... It consists of a majority of the songs used on the Snakes on a Plane soundtrack...
But yeah- It's so hard not to give Nega a british accent. He's so much like fandomsadist!AC and Arthur from Hetalia. . Meh.
I've finished outlining for this story already. There'll be a nice, lucky number of thirteen chapters. Sry, that's about as much as I can stretch it out. Let it be noted, though, that my first ever completed fanfic was only fourteen. (And I had considered it long. The individual chapters were probably long though.)
The Hetalia fanfic I'm working on right now is a series that'll be of multipul chapters of varying lengths. Concluding to have ten installments. There's another one I'm writing too, though I'm not sure I'll post it. Maybe not unless I have a crapload of chapters in stock.
Meeeeh. It's hard to work on doujinshi's right now cuz my back hurts like a motherducky. But I needsta' work on em. Got scripting of one in progress, another in inking and one more in storyboard stages. Yeah. And I can't seem to stop playing solitaire...
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*Starts playing solitaire*