(Another chapter down. Ah now to write the next few. Anyways, looking for a bit of critique here. I want to know, would you prefer lots of smaller sized chapters with faster updates, or bigger chapters at like 1 or 2 a week? Let me know! Also big help to Atecom and Rynnie for again proof reading for me!)

Disclaimer: I do not own the Fairly Odd Parents in any way, shape, or form! Story is my idea!

It wasn't long before a new scene came into view. It was the same quaint little living room from before. Just the sight of it sent shivers down Timmy's spine. He was never particularly fond of Vicky's house, but now the only thing he associated it with was depression. Little did any of them know that this adventure into the memories of past was going to become an even more upsetting endeavor.

For what seemed like hours, Timmy and his godparents relived what they assumed were the worst of Vicky's memories. Time after time they witnessed these horrifying moments unfold. Senseless violence, uncalled-for attacks, and some of the most vulgar language Timmy had ever experienced. This Brent guy was just outright cruel, borderline soulless. If only Vicky's parents knew.

A thought troubled Timmy. Where were her parents? Timmy had occasionally seen them blowing a kiss goodbye or saying an "I love you" as they dashed out of the house, but he had no inkling as to why they were always gone. Timmy felt that it was a shame. While Vicky's parents were out and about, she was at home... being tortured.

It was almost too much for Timmy to handle, not to mention his fairies. Never had he seen Cosmo so silent. Wanda too, for that matter. Timmy wagered that if it wasn't for them being bound to him, they would have left long ago. He could hardly blame them. Watching and reliving all of these painful moments was beginning to take its toll on him.

As Timmy watched the horror, there were several times he attempted to deflect a blow, block a hit, or divert Brent's attention, but to no avail. Timmy knew very well that he had no affect on these past events, but he couldn't help it. He wanted so much to help Vicky. To be there for her.

Finally... he had enough. "Wanda, Cosmo... I want to go home... I don't want to see anymore."

"Okay, Timmy." Wanda shot him an empathetic look of sympathy. "I'm sorry that this didn't quite turn out how you planned." She was finding it difficult to talk to Timmy. Nothing she said would make this moment any better.

"It's okay, Timmy. We'll go home and play some games. I'll even let you touch the corn! Mmmmm corn..." Cosmo was trying his hardest to cheer his godson up. Sadly, not even his crazy antics were enough.

"Thanks, Cosmo, but not today. I just want to go lie down." Timmy sighed, turned his back on his depressing wish, and started walking out of the portal as his godparents followed in silence. Having exited his wish, Timmy slipped into his bed and turned his head to face the ceiling, tons of thoughts racing through his mind.

"What yah going to do now, Timmy?"" Cosmo asked, wanting ever so much to distract Timmy from his thoughts. He'd seen Timmy upset before, but never to this extent. He just wanted his fun loving, angsty godchild back to normal.

"I don't know. I think I need to go talk to Vicky." Timmy's reply seemed odd in itself. Never before had he wanted to talk to Vicky. In fact, for as long as he had known Vicky, he never really spoke to her much. Their relationship was more like a slave and master as opposed to being pals. "Oi, this is going to be awkward..." he sighed.

A few moments later, Timmy sat up and hurled himself out of his bed, choking down all of his fears and bracing himself for the worst. Still, he knew it had to be done.

"Are you sure, sport? I mean, we're talking about Vicky here." Wanda asked, worried that Timmy was going to end up getting himself in over his head. This was a lot for someone his age, and in addition to that, Timmy was far from the most mature kid on the block.

"Yeah. I'm sure." Timmy had made a wish to know why Vicky was such an angry, bitter person, and now he knew. He knew she would only continue to be just that if no one bothered to show her any sympathy.