Wish and Want

The Eliminator continued his expressionless, glazed expression, from where he lay against the wall, arms folded.

"Eat. You need to keep up your strength."

Timmy scowled at the robot, but not before scarfing down a slice of pizza.

Once again-hunger. Sue him.

The Eliminator just nodded in approval in the dark room, still watching. Timmy glowered at him. That creepy stare of his was really disconcerting.

"Uh....dude. Thanks for dinner-attentive-maybe TOO attentive service-lousy decor-but CAN I go HOME now?!"

"That is a negative, Timmy Turner."

Timmy rolled his eyes.

"Can I NOT Not go home, then?"

"Uh.....negative?"

Timmy grinned, casually strolling towards the door.

"Sweet! Hope you don't mind if I-"

CLANG.

And Turner was knocked back on his bedroll, stars swimming in his vision. Dazed. he vaguely heard the Eliminator speak.

"I think not, Turner."

Timmy to turned to snarl, eyes beginning to water.

"Uh-Hello, here! You're an Eliminator here! Why don't you just-"

But, as The Eliminator's arm turned into a blaster, Timmy's eyes widened, and he took an automatic step back.

"Dude....did NOT mean that literally."

"Please! Why won't you let me go home?!"

The Eliminator had sat down once again against the wall, eyes still glowing. It took a few minutes before he spoke again.

"Property of the Darkness is to be treated with respect, Chosen One."

At this, Timmy let out an anguished cry.

"Number One: Am I wearing a stamp that says, "Property of Almighty Darkness?! No! Number Two: You call kidnapping me in the dead of night RESPECT?!"

"More respect then what your friends and family were paying you, Timmy Turner."

That one hit hard. Timmy blinked.

And hurt.

"That's a lie, and you know it!"

The robot paused, then, in sounds of metallic creaking, slowly got up and crossed the room.

The ten year old gulped and took the tiniest step back, eyes still being bored into by the robot's empty orbs.

"Lie? Is that so?

Then ask yourself this, young Turner. Who is more concerned about your welfare? Your so called family, who left you on your own with a psychotic babysitter, or your own...worst

enemy? The one who ordered me on no uncertain terms to bring you back safely? Well?"

Timmy paused.

Then information took him by surprise.

"Me? But why?"

The robot snorted, and turned his back to the bewildered boy.

"I should think it obvious, young Turner. For whatever odd reason, the Darkness finds....amusement in you."

Or an unworldly comfort he has not seen for a thousand years or so, thought the Eliminator sourly, plunking back on the floor, causing the bare lightbulb above their heads to

sway violently, back still to Timmy.

Timmy desperately wished he were out of here, body breaking into a cold sweat. The Robot's tone was beginning to make him panic.

Or, if he couldn't leave, then he wished he had a dictionary to look up "Amusement."

The Eliminator spoke at last.

"I will be watching you, Timmy Turner. I would not attempt escape, if I were you."

Timmy gulped again, but smirked.

Cosmo, Wanda, and or Poof would be here soon! Nothing could hold them!

Well....other then a butterfly net-NOTHING!

"What? Going to eliminate me off the face of the planet if I do?"

Timmy went pale, and then slapped himself in the face.

He wished his ego had call waiting.

A robotic chuckle.

"I wish that were the case.....but no. If the Darkness had gotten wind that I had put so much as a scratch on you, I would probably be in for, oh, I don't know-an eternity or two of

pure purgatory?"

Timmy blinked again.

From what he could guess THAT meant....

Ouch.

The robot continued.

"Makes you feel special, doesn't it, Turner/ then again, I guess you humans call it "Tough Love."

Timmy scowled, and buried his head in his blanket, biting his lip. After a moment, the Eliminator spoke.

"I sense you are not sleeping. The Darkness....my master.....would not approve of that, young Turner. If sing you to sleep i must, I must."

He cleared his non existent throat, and warbled into song.

"Stinko, the Zombie,

Was a corpse without a soul,

With a single tooth hanging by the root,

And two eyes made out of toes,

Down through the village,

With his kidneys in his hands,

Children smelled decay as they laughed

And played Dodgeball with his.......um.

There must have been some magic

In a corpse that skips and jogs,

But the kids knew they made a mistake-

When they fed him to the dogs!

Stinko, the Zombie,

Was a worthless pile of flesh.

But he said goodbye, and for a fun dead guy,

You will always be John-"

Timmy bit his lip harder, and pretended to snore, so that the symphony of chainsaws would end.

It was like Cosmo singing.....

....only one million times worse.

And he thought his ears might be bleeding.

Timmy turned to face the ceiling, head still slightly sore, pondering unanswerable questions in the dark.