Helllooo! Back again.....as Cosmo and Wanda round up everyone, Timmy is taken to the core of the darkness....where, after experiencing wonderfully sweet dreams brought on by the Darkness....
.....it becomes apparent that the Darkness wants to lock Timmy inside its heart's core!
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Quote:
"Reflections in the water And now I come to ask myself You might be an illusion Questions like these just make doubt stronger If life is so much like a dream
Fade and disappear
Illusions that mine eyes can see
But cannot touch nor hear.
Are you really real?
If I reach out to take your hand
Will it be your hand I feel?
My eyes might be decieving me
You could be someone that I made up
A wish, a dream, a fantasy.
Creating a kind of inner hunger
In quiet solitude I ponder
Leaving my mind to search and wander.
And things aren't always what they seem
Then let me walk this road with you
Until our wakening is due."
"You're not alone."
"I'm here with you!"
Who, though? Was ANYONE here....or was he alone?
Those were Timmy's last thoughts before he blacked out.....but, as Cosmo would've said, what do you call falling unconcious in a room that's
ALREADY dark?
His surroundings spun at a sickening pace. The luxury of taking another breath of air was not granted.
His lungs burned, and he swayed gently before stumbling to the floor, desperately trying not to upchuck even though his stomach innards felt like
they were being violently grasped....
And then a pair of eyelids closed over the hazy cerulean orbs.
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT???!!!"
"I KNOW!" excalimed Wanda, wringing her hands. "Isn't it awful?"
"Hmm?" Jorgan Von Strangle angrily shook an upset down red bottle.
"I KNOW....there isn't any ketchup left for my burrito! Now, what was it you wanted to te-"
Jorgan gulped. Wanda's pink eyes had narrowed to tiny slits....and her hair was now on fire.
Cosmo, under the circumstances, thought it would be best if he drifted a meter or two back.
"AS WE TOLD YOU BEFORE," she growled under gritted teeth.
"THE DARKNESS CAME LAST NIGHT AND TOOK OUR GODCHILD!"
Jorgan reached for his coffee cup.
"Hmm? That's interesti-"
Jorgan froze.
And then he spewed coffee all over the three fairies.
"WHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT????????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Cosmo wiped his face, looking disgruntled.
"First of all, Two words. Mouth. Wash!"
"That's ONE word!"
"Then I'll say it again: Mouthwash, Mouthwash!"
* * *
"Alright, alright...."
The four were pouring over plot diagrams and graphs. Jorgan scowled.
"I do not understand! This is not right!"
Wanda growled like an angry wolverine. Poof looked around the room, nor really understanding what was going on.
"T.....Timmy?
Poof's violet eyes filled with tears.
Cosmo quickly turned.
"Um-Hiya, Poof! Please, I-"
"WWAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
Wanda groaned and turned to Jorgan, scowling.
"Of COURSE this isn't right, you musclebund moron! Now tell us how to get Timmy back or I'll-I'll-"
Her intentions became rather clear when she poofed up a pitchfork. Jorgan gulped, and turned to Cosmo.
"How do You STAND that?"
Cosmo pulled two bits of cotton from his ears.
"What? What did you say?"
Meanwhile, on Earth....
To confuse Timmy's parents, a clone was now sitting at the breakfast table, staring down at his cereal.
He had been "Specially modified" by Cosmo.
Timmy's Dad walked in, streching lazily.
"Morning, son! Ready for another happy, therapy inducing day of school?"
Timmy yawned, and reached for his lunchbox as he stood.
"I am going to school. I am your son."
Mom raised an eyebrow as The Timmy clone melted a hole through the wall with his heat vision.
"I am Timmy Turner. I am going to school. Fear me."
"Have a great day, Mr. Timmy's Dad and Mom. Worthless turds."
And he crabwalked out.
Dad turned to Mom with raised eyebrows.
"Ever think we're giving Timmy too much sugar?"
"Most of the Darkness became the Kindness! Why would the remaining fragments come to take Timmy away?"
Wanda's anger faded somewhat from her face.
"....What....d'you mean?"
Jorgan looked at her impatiently.
"The Darkness is much weaker then before! It has no eliminators, it's size has been reduced.....it obviously knows that people care enough for
Turner to attempt to pull him out....it's suicide! So why....?"
There was a nasty silence.
And then, quite abruptly, Jorgan's tanned skin seemed to turn a shade or two paler. And he actually bit his lip.
Cosmo blinked. On one of the few occasions he was actually serious, Jorgan was acting really weird....more then usual, anyway.
"L'infusion," he whispered.
Poof and Cosmo blinked, looking utterly lost. But Wanda had taken French in High School. She scrunched up her face as she attempted to
remember.
"The....Infusion?"
Jorgan just nodded.
"Round up everyone," he whispered hoarsley, turning away. "That fought behind us before four months ago. Chang....Turbo.....I don't care. Just
get moving."
Wanda nodded and hurried off, poof beside her. But Cosmo still looked confused.
"Uh.....what's The Infusion?"
(Darkness POV)
Timmy was now sleeping peacefully as he drifted, being pulled closer and closer to my core. He was caught in one of my illusions yet again and he
seemed to be enjoying it immensely, judging by the content smile on his face.
It's warmer with him here.
So much so, it almost hurts. I am not accostomed to the strange sensation of light and illuminations. It is almost like an intense, yet gentle
burning before your body is overflowing with a new, electrifying sensation that is so unlike cold flame....
Well...as he is sleeping, I might as well take human form.
If only to look at him LIKE him....
I can turn into a human boy or girl for a limited time....it does not matter much to me. I have no gender whatsoever.
And, as my feet, my legs, torso, head, arms materialized,
And I took two steps forward.
I looked upon him.
For after all, I, as the night, could do so-I have a thousand eyes to turn to him. My sibling has but one.
I reach out a hand to touch his face. He is in too deep of a slumber to even notice that I am as cold as death. I shiver, feeling the odd warmth
spread through my fingers, making them tingle slightly.
Why do I have such a fascination with the child? He is interesting by the fact that he is a generally misunderstood ten year old...
But he is the only one who ever showed me a hint of kindness on my search for companionship-something the inhabitants of the universe or my
own eliminators could never do.
The only one I had ever known.
No more.
It would take me awhile.....at least three days.
I had tried to do so once before, but his idiotic fairies insisted on "rescuing" him from me. Bah. Asinine fools.
But, once the process was complete, Timmy Turner would be locked forever in my heart, forever, safe, forever in a safe illusion where no one could
ever harm, neglect, or abuse the child again.
My light would be sealed within my heart.
His fairies would not try to eliminate-as if they were able of such a feet-me, for, once they took my life, they would also take his.
I would be selfish, for a change. I think I've earned that right after more then a thousand years of being shot.
More then fair fortune, I've only wanted something to call all mine-mine, and mine alone. Something I can enjoy. Something kept away from prying
eyes and glances.
And if that must be a young child, I am more then prepared.