Chapter 3

Trouble

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I do not own the fairly odd parents or any of the characters from that show, nor the in show locations those belong to their respective creators and TV networks, this is not for profit but purely for fun.

It had been a few months since Timmy had decided to return with Tootie to Dustvale he had worked hard helping around town and more than pulling his weight.
over the last few years he had become strong due to the strain of survival and the threat of raiders but his body had suffered and he had more than his share of battle scars, most of which were caused early on by various entities he had to fight due to his heroic nature.
The dreams continued from time to time showing him bits and pieces from his past, things he did remember and most that he did not, a lot having to do with those oddly colored entities.
The day after he came into town AJ and Chester as co mayors of Dustvale offered him an honorary citizenship but he turned them down saying he wanted to earn his keep rather than live off the backs of others, eventually the entire town came to see him as someone to look up to.

On this particular day though it was especially hot, people were tired, and the heat was getting to people, the surrounding wasteland having a lack of life caused the heat to be amplified somewhat by the dry and cracked earth below the mesa.
There was a loud shouting from near the mesa as some of the townspeople came running into town with a look of terror on their faces racing to their homes shouting something about raiders, so Timmy decided to go have a look at the edge of the mesa, on the horizon he saw a cloud of dust growing larger as whatever was creating it was heading for the town.
He Rushed back to the place he had been staying, it seemed that AJ was in no rush to have housing setup so long as he was ok staying with Tootie, and oddly he was ok with it too despite only having vague memories of most of the people in town.
He returned with a small pocket knife he had on him back on the mountain mostly used for hunting the small animals that had moved into the wasteland, making sure it was secure but easy to get to in case of trouble.

There was shouting from below the mesa as the roaring of engines was heard and most of the town had gathered in the center waiting for whomever it was that had decided to attack their peaceful place.
A large man finished climbing the mesa followed by 5 or 6 other guys each one carrying a rifle of some description and a couple knives, all protected by what looked like vests and bits of metal scavenged from the wasteland.
The biggest of the group approached Chester and AJ there was something oddly familiar about him, maybe it was the large stature or the skin which was various shades of gray but he definitely seemed familiar then he began to speak.

"so, this is where the pink hatted phantom ran to after attacking our camp?, Kinda weak if you ask me!"
"I don't know what you are talking about but if you have a problem then you have come to the wrong place." said Chester flexing his fingers in readiness.
"that Pink hatted phantom happens to be an old friend of ours and we don't take kindly to strangers scaring up trouble."
"well you've got trouble, you see two of my men had their honor stripped of them, do you know what happens to guys who attack the Dimmsdale bandits?"
Chester seemed to glare at the man
"well we skin em alive, and anyone that protects them!"
Chester then realized where he had seen this man before, it was Francis the old bully that used to pick on them way back when.
Chester having been more than humiliated by this brute in his youth knew that he would go to any length to get his way, so he stood firm following the advice of his father many years ago, "son you listen and listen good, there is only one real way to stop a bully, that's to stand firm, look them in the eye, and never give in, ya hear?"
and that is exactly what he did, unfortunately the bully now going by Francisco replied with a firm hit to Chester's nose and another to the gut knocking the wind out of him and ending up with Chester flat on the ground in pain.

Timmy had had enough of this and stepped out of the shadows between two of the buildings.
"That's Enough! You want me you got me, you hurt my friends well you better hope you are able to go back with at least one limb unbroken."
Francisco just smiled at the man Recognizing him from days long past.
"Turner, I thought you might be mixed up in this, I guess you didn't learn your lesson the last few times I left you a bloody pulp"
Timmy just stood firm hand ready to grab his knife.
Francisco cracked his Knuckles motioning to his men not to intervene and charged at Timmy giving a loud roar in the process, this time around however he found Timmy to be a match for him as the man he used to know as a small boy suddenly had him face down in an arm lock pinned and restrained.
"you know I've been through a lot Francis and I don't take too kindly to bullies, especially now in this godforsaken world I've found my self in, and for what it's worth, I hope you like eating dirt because from now on I am not afraid of you."

The towns people cheered as Timmy tied his hands and walked him to the edge of town, he got close and whispered to Francisco.
"you harm my friends again and I won't go so easy on you got it? Now get lost!"
he used his knife to unbind Francisco's hands and the bandits left in a rush the rumbling growing quieter as the dust cloud traveled into the distance.
At this point Timmy began walking back to the center of town much to the cheers of the people, he raised his hands to quiet them down and he sat down on the porch of one of the buildings basking in the sunlight as the adrenaline faded from his system, then he spoke.
"Drinks are on me."
there was cheers of joy as they all headed into the saloon for a nice cold drink.

A/N: hope this works as a continuation, sorry it's been a couple years but you know maybe things will turn out better?