Author's Note: Major The Other Saga Part Four spoilers. Read at your own risk, basically.
And Merry Christmas to everyone who celebrates it! Unless you're like me and you already had your holiday…
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Chapter Four: Desperation
She'd never been more grateful for a mission in her life. Yes, she knew that, yet again, she ran away from her responsibility, but Timmy and Vicky had grown to be too much for her. It was either stay there and slowly lose her mind or come here and quickly lose her mind. As far as torture went, she could only go so far without losing it entirely.
Stored in her bag was a picture of her and Timmy, but, little did she know that the picture had been desecrated, words scrawled on it. Timmy had not been happy to see her off; especially because of the amount of time she'd spent with Gary beforehand. Well, what else was she to do? Listen to him rant and rave at her? Thanks, but no thanks.
Hmph, and Vicky was a different matter altogether. Although she'd told her mistakenly about her missions (the one she'd intended to tell was Timmy, but, of course, she and her big mouth, as well as the fact she was weary of Vicky screaming her head off at her damned that idea to hell), the fact she knew about her did no good. Instead of making things better, somehow, inexplicably, things had become ten times worse. She couldn't walk ten steps without Vicky snapping at her about Lorelei, Loreto, or Katrina. Damn it, she hadn't told her just so she could be berated (fucking teapot rage).
Meanwhile, Cal and Daniela were remarkably about her newest mission; they floated noiselessly beside her in the elevator, only exchanging glances when they thought Tootie wasn't looking at them. Well, they could go fuck themselves. She didn't need them, she didn't need anyone!
If Timmy was going to treat her like shit and expect her to come crawling back for more, he had another thing coming. And here he was, screaming at her just because she wanted a little happiness! Well, if he hadn't wished Gary out of his head in the first place, he wouldn't have that competition, would he? When you boiled down it, everything was his fault.
What a cozy idea, too. When in doubt, just blame Timmy Turner. Three quarters of the time, you'll end up being correct.
Who the fuck decided she and he were soul mates, anyway? She wanted their licenses revoked post haste. She didn't want that disgusting, selfish pig in her mind, reading her thoughts. She'd sooner disembowel him than let him hear them.
Lately, all she'd been was angry. Suddenly, Vicky's view of the world revealed itself in crystal clarity and Tootie couldn't be happier. This was the way to act, she was sure of it now. Everyone pissed her off, so she was going to piss them off.
Wanda had tried to reach out to her, but she had her own problems, mostly relating to the aftermath of Juandissimo and the rebirth of Lorenzo. No matter how much she'd love to help (and Tootie didn't doubt she did), there simply wasn't enough hours in a day to deal with the person who needed her most, nor did Tootie seek her out. Personally, although she understood it to be cruel and vastly unfair, she did not wish to speak with her because she was Timmy's godmother. Anything belonging to Timmy was foul in her eyes, including Wanda.
Lorenzo, she could see, was trying to make amends, but his attempts were vastly misguided. He couldn't remain in the same room as Timmy and keep his hands to himself. Already, Wanda had had to intercede and force him out.
Part of her, the vindictive part she'd learned to embrace, wanted something horrid to happen to him. This part of her almost encouraged Lorenzo to hurt him, almost yearned for him to ravage him, teach the damn brat some humility! Let him see what happens when he's no longer in control of his own body!
Like her and that Timmy. Damn him…all she wanted was a little affection! But no, he had to use just because he was deep in lust with that little whore and her counterpart. He couldn't spare her or his fairies, he had to make them suffer.
Well, now it was her turn. Timmy always, in every universe, fucked things up, and she was going to get him. Forget friendliness, the next Timmy she saw was going to be bleeding his last on the ground. She'd leave him for dead, instead of killing him. It was more diplomatic that way.
None of this she vocalized, however. If Cal and Daniela weren't speaking, why the hell should she? Why should she donate fake conversation and make everyone happy? She wasn't happy, so they weren't going to be either. She'd bring everyone down with her.
"Tootie?" Cal inquired delicately, touching her shoulder. Immediately, her features fixed in a near permanent scowl, contorted and she flung him off. This was how it'd be recently- only Gary had she permitted to touch her, and there only on the lips. At least there was no danger of sexual intercourse there- Gary'd sooner be short of a reproductive system than get in her pants. If it weren't for the fact his goddaughter was frightening him, he'd applaud her.
"What the fuck do you want?" Tootie snapped back, drawing against the wall. In her hands was the transistor, clutched tightly. Right now, it strongly resembled a flamethrower and the thought crossed Cal's mind she might be on the side that provoked the most bloodshed, whether that be theirs or The Other. Good Lord, she terrified him…
"Drop the attitude!" Daniela retorted, visceral hands on her hips. "Who gave you permission to sass your godfather, my husband?"
"Why don't you just shut up, bitch?" Tootie spat, arms folded across her chest. "I didn't ask for your opinion or your husband's. I was having a nice inner monologue until you two rudely interrupted."
"Well, excuse me, miss hard ass! I didn't realize that Timmy'd crammed something up there so tightly, you had to become a prissy bitch," Daniela shot back, glowering. Cal mentally slapped a hand to his forehead, mentally cursing his bad luck. Rule number one of dealing with Daniela- never start a fight. She might lose a battle, but she'd never lose the war.
"Look, ghost girl thinks she can dish it out as well as take it. Ooh, I'm so scared, I'm shaking in my plaid skirt," She hissed back, radiating anger. Bring it on, bitch.
Trembling from head to toe with anger, Daniela spat, before Cal could even think she might head down that route unfortunately, the nastiest thing she could think of. Of course, after growing up in the 'bad area' of Fairy World, this indeed was offensive. But Tootie was seriously pissing her off.
"You're going to be, believe me. Maybe not today, but when you're nineteen like your nasty older sister, whom you're turning into, you'll end up pregnant with whomever you think you're in love with at the moment's kid. I pity anyone who sleeps with you, though, it's gotta to be like sleeping with a dog, you're such a bitch," Daniela snapped, causing Cal's mouth to drop significantly. Oh, dear Lord…
"Or maybe you'll just die alone. Hell, I won't be waiting with you, not with that attitude. Show some respect to your elders, or we'll just leave you here…to rot," She venomously replied, pointing her wand at her chest. Then again, if she thought she'd get away with threats, she was sadly mistaken.
((What do you think you're doing, speaking to my goddaughter like that?)) Cal hissed, glowering at her. Both were of the same transparency now and he easily spun her around in midair. Look at me when I speak to you, not my disrespectful goddaughter. Tootie, what happened to you? You've become so hard, cold- I can't believe this was the same girl that used to be so affectionate…
((Well, I could just tell her to (a), eat shit and die, (b), choke on a dick and die, or (c), fuck herself and die, but I decided to be nice, since, hey, she's your godchild. Next time, though, don't count on it. One bad turn deserves another.)) Daniela hissed, her eyes darting over to Tootie briefly. She snarled at her and neither flinched.
Where did the old Tootie go, anyway? Was it because of Jorgen's missions, Timmy or Vicky's reaction to them, or…Any way you look at it, though, it's his fault. He molded her into a perfect soldier, at the cost of her personality. I hope he's happy with the creature he created, because I know I'm not…Cal thought, gazing down at her. He didn't place a hand on her shoulder again, lest he lose the arm attached.
Glowering at the walls, Tootie slid down to the floor; her arms still folded across her chest defiantly. She longed to apologize, but the words wouldn't come. This was how things had been recently, her erupting and regretting it the instant she uttered it. Why couldn't they understand? Although she was constantly angry and loathing everyone, that didn't mean she really hated them…
((You were being unduly cruel and you know that.)) Cal shot back, descending to Tootie's lap. Perhaps she would be inclined to act more civil- her eyes were less severe, at any rate. She wasn't completely jaded, was she?
"Get off," Tootie hissed, shoving him away. "Who gave you the right to touch me?"
"And who gave you the right to treat me like an ordinary object you can just throw away?" Cal retorted, his temper rising. It wasn't like this was the first outburst of this nature, and, in his experience, the last few months hadn't only been miserable for his goddaughter, but also for them. She'd ceased respecting them and started treating them similar to the way Timmy had when he was ten. The thought angered him more than he could say, and, now that they finally were physical enough to express themselves, they would. Tootie was no longer in a position to run away, either.
"I'm your goddaughter and you're my property," Tootie snapped, eliciting a gasp out of Cal and, since Daniela became physical enough to strike her, she did.
As hard she could, Daniela punched her on the chin. (What, you thought she was going to slap her?) Taken aback, Tootie didn't even defend herself, merely gazed up at her in astonishment.
"You little brat," Daniela spat, hovering above her. "You spoiled, selfish brat. Don't you say a word for the rest of the ride, or I can't be held accountable for my actions. Let's just say, heads will roll, shall we?"
She hung her head, glasses sliding down her nose. Sighing, she wrapped her arms around her knees, held to her chest and awaited the beginning of her mission. Anything to get her out of this elevator with these two.
"Don't you have anything to say to us?" Cal pressed lightly, ashamed at his explosion. Anything at all?
"Yeah…" Tootie murmured and they leaned forward expectantly. "Get bent."
"Listen, I understand that you're furious with Fairy World for putting you in this situation, with Timmy for persecuting you mercilessly, and with Vicky for putting the blame of her pregnancy solely on your shoulders, but taking it out on us is not going to solve anything. Why don't you tell us exactly how you feel about things instead of keeping all your anger stored up inside so you can exact your revenge on everyone who doesn't deserve it?" Daniela hissed, hands on her hips. No one insulted her Cal, no one. And, if she weren't so bilious, she'd correct her on a previous point. Cal had never been her husband, since they'd died before the marriage had been consecrated. Technically, then, they were living in sin.
"You want my honest opinion, Cal? I'll give it to you! Timmy thinks I'm a whore since Gary and I have been together so much, he assumes we're having sex. I've never let Gary touch me like that, because I still love Timmy so much it hurts to imagine that.
"Whenever I see him, I want to scream that I love him and he's tearing me apart…I want him to make love to me, damn it! I want him to love me…" Tootie whimpered, a tear slipping. She angrily brushed it away, loathing herself for telling the truth and for being so weak as to start crying, when she'd vowed she'd do no such thing.
Silence reigned for an instant- Cal's heart went out to her. Sighing, he descended yet again and, this time, Tootie permitted him to settle in her lap. Her eyes were clenched shut, forcing herself to stop wailing. Timmy wasn't worth her tears.
Almost inaudibly, she continued. "Why can't he just hold me and forget that I slept with another Timmy? Why does he have to berate me day and night? When did he stop loving me?"
Another tear squeezed past and then, predictably, her shoulders shook with unshed tears. Cal hugged her tightly, but she stiffened in his grasp. She should never have shown any emotion…she was a machine, not a person. Long ago, she'd lost that right to love and be loved.
Daniela, still incensed, began to shoot back a nasty reply. "Maybe he started hating you when you began acting like such a bit-"
"No," Cal said dangerously, glowering at her. "That was the effect. The cause was his resentment and inability to comprehend her situation. If anyone's to blame for this at home, it's Timmy for treating her like that."
"Stop crying, damn it! You're such a baby!" Tootie berated herself, slamming her head against the wall repeatedly. Cal held up his wand, preventing her from doing it more than twice.
Daniela stared blankly, perplexed at her mood shift. The brevity of her last one was stunning. Teenagers, of course, were prone to changes in mood, but this was greatly affected by the sheer amount of stress placed upon her. Without realizing it, her heart also went out to her, but she'd be damned if she let her know that.
I'm such a loser, crying over him again. Gary caught me at it twice, but whenever he did, I managed to silence him with violence. Otherwise, no one ever sees me cry, not unless they want a knuckle sandwich.
The lines of communication have become so strained between us…Timmy won't believe a word I say now, because he can't trust me. All he sees is the impurity of my soul and our telepathy, nothing else matters to him. I can't explain to him why that is, either, thanks to my sister. Bitch.
Sure, I snuck into his bed at night, but there was nothing wrong with that, was there? I mean, if he wasn't going to give me affection waking, perhaps his subconscious might be more gracious. It was worth a shot, wasn't it?
And it worked…until he woke up beside me and the anger returned. Then he had to kick me out because he wouldn't listen to sense. All he heard was the lies, nothing else.
I longed to grab him and kiss him passionately, but that part of me died. I don't think half of my personality exists any more thanks to Jorgen. Instead, I've become so cold and heartless, lashing out at anyone who opens their mouth in front of me.
And now, I'm not sure he loves me any more. We never had a chance, thanks to The Other. I can't even remember the last time he kissed me…
But I'm just being stupid, pining after him. All my life I've yearned for something I'll never have, no matter how hard I tried. Perhaps it's time I just gave up…he's already taken my heart.
What's left to take? He can't take my virginity, that's already gone…and I have nothing left to offer. I'm just a cold heartless bitch and I'll die that way. I'll never get married, I'll never have kids…I'm not worth that much.
Before she knew it, the floodgates opened again, despite her urgency in keeping them locked securely, and she wailed out her misery, the transistor sliding out of her hands as she clasped Cal like a life preserver. She rocked back and forth, sobbing soundlessly. No words could sufficiently express this, anyway.
Softly, via telepathy so Tootie didn't hear it, Cal remarked, ((I knew it wasn't in her to harbor anger. When we were conferring with Jorgen and Fairy World, campaigning to have her missions returned to her as soon as possible, she must have spent the time crying in solitude. She doesn't want anyone to see how badly she's been hurt, not after Timmy's reaction.))
((But how can she just go from being pissed off to bawling her eyes out? I told she was bipolar, Cal-)) Daniela sent with a twinge of irritancy, which he returned in full. She said this before, when she was dismissing Tootie's problem with Timmy and voluntarily leaving her alone with him. Daniela's version of helping tended to make things worse rather than better.
((She isn't bipolar!)) He retorted fiercely. ((She's just stressed out right now! And your rows with her don't help the matter!))
((Well, I'm sorry. I wasn't born with a silver spoon in my mouth like some people, I had to talk my way out of things. So I'll be damned if I have to keep my mouth shut for anyone, especially that little brat! Damn it, Cal, she called you her property!))
((I know what she called me and why she called me that. And it's not like I chose my parents, you know. You assume everything but know nothing!))
((Maybe I don't, but at least I don't act like I do!))
((I'm not arguing with you, Daniela,)) Cal sent sternly.
((Then what the hell do you call this?!))
((A violent disagreement.))
((Wanna make it a fight? C'mon, if I can't lay a hand on your precious Tootie, I can still kick your ass!))
((I am not fighting with you.))
((Why not, afraid to hit a girl? Or are you afraid of getting beaten by one?))
Not a second too soon, the elevator dinged, indicating their arrival. Cal and Daniela ceased arguing (the latter of whom gunning for a fight), Tootie slammed her head so hard against the wall, she saw stars, and they were 'treated' to their first view of the new world. What would be in store for them? Well, whatever it was, it'd be better than bickering.
Tootie sighed heavily, grinding her fist into her eyes. Already, she assumed the fighting stance, weary but ready. She'd kick their ass…she thought.
"I wonder who The Other possessed in this world?" Cal murmured, floating ahead of her. Other than a few oddly colored houses and a purple sky, nothing else was out of the ordinary. This had to be the least changed world they'd encountered, which implied one of three things- (one), The Other hadn't gotten terribly far in this universe, (two), he/she was almost vanquished, or (three), this was an illusion and they'd best be on their toes. Given the probability of the lattermost, it was best to be vigilant. Danger could lurk from any corner.
"Didn't Fairy World tell you?" Tootie remarked conversationally. Inwardly, her blood boiled and her fists clenched and unclenched. Whatever was coming, bring it on. Even if it was another Loreto…
Yes, but upon discovering it, we thought it best to keep it from you, just in case you'd 'flip out', which, mind you, you might do anyway. Nevertheless, we're rather weary of being the brunt of your anger. No offense, my dear godchild, but get over it! At least, for the time being.
Suddenly, the sky, formerly a clear, resplendent blue, darkened. An enormous cloud of gloom materialized, pink and green flickering inside. Peculiar…Cosmo and Wanda were the cloud? But why?
And where was Timmy? Always, no matter how much of a dick he was, they met up with him. Instead, the horizon was depressingly bleak, no humanity in sight.
Maybe The Other had killed it, but no, that didn't work either. Jorgen, even if he were pissed at her, wouldn't waste her and Fairy World's time by sending her to a place devoid of a mission. He was the leader and it'd look bad were he wasting her time in a war that didn't need to be fought. Well, she supposed at least some leaders didn't do that, she couldn't speak for all of them, of course.
Meanwhile, the fallen leaves crunched beneath her feet, leading her to surmise that it was near autumn. Despite this, the trees held few leaves, the lack thereof not enough to fill the ones littering the streets. Where had they all gone?
An ill wind rustled the trees as well as her hair and, if she sniffed, she could swear the scent of blood carried. Why was it, always, The Other created a desolate world, fraught with bloodshed and agony? Couldn't she ever get an easy mission? Did they always screw things up so badly for everyone, including her?
It was almost like they knew it was her and deliberately did this. Everyone, hey, c'mon and make Tootie's life even more miserable than it is now! See the girl whose boyfriend doesn't believe she loves him and the boy who's trying to get into her pants? Laugh, bitches and gentlemen!
Normally, she didn't tend to be this selfish, and she knew she should count her blessings she was permitted here at all, considering her behavior towards Jorgen before, but even so…When she couldn't calm herself down internally and see things through an objective perspective, how on earth was she supposed to help anyway? The only thought running through her mind was to beat the living shit out of Timmy…which really wouldn't help matters at all.
All that boy did was wreck her emotions, send her into a downward spiral. Every time she tried to get close to him, he pushed her away. Okay, so the only time she'd tried to get close to him was when, oddly enough, it'd turned out she was sleep walking. But he still pushed her away when he woke up!
I love him…but I want to pound him into the ground…There's definitely something wrong with me, but I don't care anymore. I stopped caring so long ago…
The sensation of detachment had become commonplace for Tootie. It was blissful apathy, allowing her to deal with the fact Vicky was ruining her life again, as was Timmy. In fact, her life was now worse than when she was nine, thanks to Lorenzo.
In a way, she ought to be grateful to The Other. He and all his counterparts had taught her the importance of hatred and, no matter how hard you tried, no one would love you. You were alone in this world and you would die alone.
She just had to accept that. Timmy never loved her, would never love her, and that was that. Nothing she could do would make him love her…or even kiss her. She had to resign herself to the truth.
But the truth was a particularly painful pill to swallow, one she wasn't sure she was ready for. At night, when her arms ached for him and, in the dark, when she sobbed his name, she knew she could never let him go. She'd pine for him until the day she died.
The day I die…alone…
Touching her shoulder gingerly and jarring her out of her reverie, Cal indicated a small girl, limping, heading towards them. However, a closer look informed them she was not small, but slight, starved in all likelihood. She kept her gaze fixated on the cracked concrete, her shoulders quivering.
A tattered white shirt clung to her body, rips and blood evident on her sides. An equally tattered skirt dangled, its owner apparently unconcerned with its appearance.
Welcome to the club, She thought bitterly, rubbing her arms for warmth.
Tootie scrutinized the house and frowned. It bore a strikingly similar appearance to her former house, back in her universe. That meant the girl, struggling to traverse the marble stepping stones in front of the house, was her counterpart. Pathetic.
She'd put money on it that this was Timmy's doing. Of course, everything came back to him. As soon as she saw him, oh, was she going to let him have it! Now she didn't even need an excuse to go after him.
Eyes narrowed to slits, Tootie, gritting her teeth, clenched her fists and strolled up to her counterpart. Cal and Daniela, converting into flowers, watched warily. Tootie was far too cocky for her own good.
Of course, they'd known there was a distinct possibility she might be, but they'd hoped to have more control over her than the slight they had. She was a ticking time bomb, desperate to regain her love but despising him for his treatment. The agony of constantly being spurned by her true love was tearing her apart inside.
((Tootie…)) Cal warned sternly. ((Something drastic has happened here…I don't think it's terribly brilliant for you to charge up to your counterpart without first checking out your surroundings-))
Like you barely have. You're not doing your homework and you're going to end up in a world of trouble if you're not careful. I mean, look what happened in our last mission?
Now, things are worse. You'll start beating on Timmy's counterpart…but I'd still be willing to bet if he kissed you, you'd kiss him back…You need him like a drug, Tootie…
((I think I've done this a few times, Cal,)) Tootie retorted, folding her arms across her chest. ((And who was assigned the mission, you or me? Unless you've got something important to say, shut the fuck up.))
Again with the attitude. The idea Daniela had brought up surfaced, but he did not mention it to her. Frankly, Tootie turning into a younger version of her sister was not an appealing prospect by any means. However, thanks to Fairy World, she'd a one way ticket to it.
She was pushing Timmy away, but she secretly longed for him more than ever. At night, when she thought no one was around, Cal was awake, watching over her. There, when Gary wasn't holding her tightly (she like a statute in his arms), Tootie broke down completely. In fact, when Gary wasn't there, Tootie cried herself to sleep every single night.
It truly bothered him to see his goddaughter so miserable, but she flat-out refused to talk about it. Gary only knew a bit, what he'd garnered from her. Otherwise, she bottled everything up, erupting at innocent bystanders.
As a flower, Cal ground his teeth, trembling in anger. For one brief second, she'd let down her guards, but here they were again, flaring as though they'd never vanished. It was hard to believe this was the same girl who'd sobbed like her heart was breaking.
Faking cordiality, Tootie put up a hand to halt her counterpart. The girl merely shrugged and continued. What the hell?! She was not going to stand around and be ignored by her counterpart!
"Yo!" She snapped, grabbing her by the arm. Her counterpart actually traveled a few more steps before realizing she was caught. Damn…she was unusually thick in this universe.
"Please release me…I must locate Timothy…the boy has gone missing again and if I do not find him, Victoria and Vicky will force me to pleasure them again…" AU Tootie murmured, struggling feebly against her. Instead of releasing her, Tootie tightened her grasp, pulling her into a semi bear hug, just to pin her.
"Release me…I command you…"
Okay…this definitely registers high on the weirdness factor…"Who the hell is Victoria?" Tootie asked, freaked out a little because her counterpart hadn't noticed the girl holding her tightly was herself, in another form. Customarily, this was the first thing anyone noticed.
"Let go…" AU Tootie whispered, tilting her face in Tootie's direction. Our Tootie jumped, startled- her eyes were dead inside. Whatever had happened to her, it'd ruined her.
"Tell me who Victoria is!" Tootie snapped, losing her patience. Honestly, she didn't give a shit what had happened to her, as long as she could fix it. Let her drown in sorrow, whatever.
Cal and Daniela shook their heads at her, disapproving immensely of her tactics. She was here to fix things; she should care about the well-being of those inhabiting this world. If she was so rough on herself, how would she react to an AU Timmy? The encounter was likely to be disastrous.
"Victoria is my dear sister's anti-fairy. I love her with all my heart," She whispered, sounding as though this had been drilled in her head. It had to be- Vicky a dear sister?! Since when? What the hell was she on?!
"Now, if you do not mind, I must depart…" The girl whispered and promptly passed out. Taken aback, Tootie sunk to the ground and continued to hold her counterpart to her, but now for a different purpose. When she'd removed her hand from her arm, blood was on her hand…
Very carefully, Cal and Daniela returning to their fairy forms, she examined her. Various lacerations littered her body, accompanied with what looked like an extremely painful branding on her backside and her lower abdomen. Rage filling her, for she still ascribed to the theory this was Timmy's doing, she yanked her counterpart's shirt up so she could gaze at the iron branding.
Her counterpart cried out and began to stir. Cal, his frown so deeply engraved, he'd receive permanent frown wrinkles, waved his wand swiftly, sending her into another dreamless slumber. It wouldn't do for her to start struggling again on account of a foolish move on Tootie's part.
((You have to be gentler…it's obvious she's been injured badly in the past. You could do even more grave injuries now if you rupture anything that healed previously.)) Cal advised her, gasping at what she'd unearthed.
Branded into her stomach (and, if they'd checked, her backside as well), were Vicky and Victoria's initials. It stated that this was their property and if anyone else touched her, they would be murdered. She was their sex slave.
"Better them than Timmy," Tootie retorted, grinding her teeth. Yes, she knew, logically, they were the worst possible combination for her counterpart, if the past versions of The Other were any indication, but right now, she could hardly think straight. Personally, if it were up to her, she'd say 'yeah, I made things better- now she no longer has Timmy to bother her and the world is a safer place', but she couldn't. Besides, if she walked out here, where was she supposed to go? She couldn't go home, that was for damn sure.
A black shadow passed overhead and all three shivered. It was far too dangerous to be out in the open like this, best to find some shelter.
But where to go? All the buildings loomed, foreboding, and her counterpart's weight was not as slight as she'd surmised. A heavy burden weighed her down, one Daniela conjectured correctly to be the disposal of dark magic within. She simply would not budge more than an inch.
And there was a matter of locating her Timmy. Loath though she was to admit it, she did not want to invoke the wrath of Vicky and her Other. That meant, unfortunately…it was time for a mini-mission.
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"I hate playing babysitter," Daniela muttered under her breath as she healed all she could of AU Toot's injuries. Some, however, would not heal with the most persistent spell and she suspected dark magic afoot. Perhaps the 'brand' was no ordinary human iron.
Biting back a retort, Cal applied the most powerful healing magic he knew, which only partly healed her brands. The Others had to have strong magic, didn't they? She'd never be rid of this…
"At least we have the easy job…" Cal murmured.
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"This sucks!" Tootie snapped, kicking a large rock out of her way. As if on cue, the winds gained ferocity, whipping her long, free hair about. It toyed with her leather, red mini-skirt, but, fortunately, it was too tight to rise thanks to the wind. (Although, truthfully, it ended way too far up for her tastes).
Hugging her fourteen year old frame to herself, she actively searched the streets for any signs of the AU Timmy. Although she could not see him, she dared not to call out for him, lest she attract any other unwarranted attention. She knew nothing of Victoria, but, if she sprang from Vicky, she had to be a vixen.
Mournful cries reached her eyes and she froze, poised to strike. The transistor transformed into a sword, but, then, inexplicably, it became dormant again. Perhaps she'd lowered her own guard…or the transistor did not view whatever cried as a threat. Either or, she'd best investigate, post haste.
"Daddy!" The bottom dropped out of her stomach- a child? And, out of the corner of her eye, a child with black hair, a pink headband, white skirt, and a little perky nose…No…
Creeping slowly (for her mind would not permit her feet to halt, as much as she yearned for them to), Tootie kept almost supernaturally silent. Now, by forcing the transistor to convert into binoculars, she saw the child in clarity. And how she wished she couldn't…
Obviously, the two year old was Trixie's. However, amidst the resemblances to Trixie, there were a few to Timmy. Her counterpart had lost the war…
Sweeping glances assured him, that, because Tootie was well hidden, he was not being watched. Timmy stepped out to scoop his daughter up and hug her tightly. She had to hear what they were saying…so she creeped a little closer…
"Daddy…when's Mommy coming home?" The little girl cried, wrapping her arms around her father's small frame. A child having a child…but why? It wasn't like the universe with Loreto, where they'd been forced to. Why would Timmy voluntarily become a father?
And what happened to Trixie? Could the reason he had a child be that he needed to keep some part of Trixie with him? Had they loved each other here? What did that mean for Tootie?
"Tina, Mommy isn't coming home…ever," Timmy sighed, cuddling his daughter. Her cherub cheeks shone angelically and Tootie's fists clenched so tightly, she ground her nails into her palm, starting to bleed. She was far too sweet looking…and reminded her painfully that her Timmy could leave her at any minute. In fact, for all she knew, he was already trying to make babies with her…
A painful tear slid down her face and she was grateful for one thing- no one could see her cry. And, if they did, they'd just think it was this universe's Tootie and wouldn't know why she was crying. Excellent…because she couldn't stop now.
Sinking to her knees, Tootie sobbed silently, wrapping her arms around herself. A keen cry of grief escaped her, but before she could fully enunciate it, a hand clamped over her mouth. This was accompanied by a damp rag and unconsciousness…
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The next thing she knew was a warm room, where she was seated in a throne and a tiara was placed on her head. Before her, in shackles, was that universe's Timmy and his daughter, Tina. The small girl clutched her father like a life preserver, only the occasional squeak flitting past her lips. She was terrified but hiding it well. Perhaps she thought these two would simply vanish.
"Here we have a traitor and his daughter. What do you think we ought to do to them?" A female, with long red hair that swept the floor, a black, skin tight dress, sleeveless with a V-cut, inquired. Her extraordinary pink fingernails, extending to at least a foot, clawed Timmy's face. Meanwhile, Vicky was 'playing' with the child, waiting for the moment to slit her throat.
Tina's eyes shone brightly, peculiarly. Tootie gathered the sense she wasn't entirely human, but if she wasn't human, what was she? Where were Cosmo and Wanda in all this, anyway?
"Tootie!" Timmy hissed, his face drawn tightly. Silently, she mouthed, 'I am not your Tootie' but he either wouldn't understand or couldn't. She glowered in response and searched for the transistor, only to discover she didn't have it. The girl with the long red hair did.
And if she had it, our Toot was screwed royally. She couldn't understand why they'd captured her…She wasn't their Tootie, a simple glance could tell that. But what if they thought she was? Oh, what trouble she was in…
"Your spurned lover, that's right," The girl smirked, twirling her hair and, gracefully, stepped towards Tootie to lightly circle her nipple. An involuntary shiver ran through her body and she jerked, a phantom power slipping inside her body.
No…get away from me…I'm not her Tootie, damn it!
Desperately, she forced herself to choke out the truth of her mission in front of these four and clear her name. Swallowing hard, the words came…but could not be spoken. Someone was controlling her vocal cords.
That wasn't all. Any time she sent a message to any of her limbs, or even her fingers, they would not cooperate. There was something else inside her, controlling her.
Strange compulsions seized her and she fought them angrily, to no avail. Someone, one of them, wanted her to make out with them. It was either her counterpart of her sister (if she could shudder, she would) or The Other…Victoria, was it? In either case, if she'd free will, she'd sooner vomit, but she'd been robbed of her options.
Unbidden, her legs commanded the rest of her to rise up and wrap her arms around Vicky. Bile rose in Tootie's throat and she fought the urge not to retch. She yearned to throw up, to exercise some desire, but another voice told her she couldn't. She was no longer Tootie the person, but Tootie the sex slave.
((Timmy!)) Tootie screamed desperately, her legs carrying her to AU Vicky. Of The Other's accord, her arms wrapped about Vicky's waist and her lips kissed her cheek. God…why wouldn't she let her throw up?
((The worst is yet to come,)) Victoria retorted, smiling sardonically. With a wave of her finger, she forced Tootie to kiss Vicky on the lips.
Nausea arose and she could hear the anti fairy laughing in her mind. Vicky ran her tongue along her lips, demanding entrance. However, Victoria wanted to wait a little while, as she informed her. Let Vicky get some patience. Tootie yearned to sink into the floor and die.
((Timmy!)) Tootie howled, uncertain which Timmy she was reaching but caring little. For once, she admitted it- she needed him. Badly.
The last time she'd communicated with him out of her own universe was so long ago, it seemed like it belonged to another life. The life when Timmy needed her, instead of the other way around. Would he be there for her? It seemed extremely unlikely.
((I thought I told you I wasn't talking to you! Where the hell are you anyway, tramping around with another version of me again?)) So she'd reached her own Timmy, wonderful…and she still couldn't tell him. She'd squandered her two people, thanks to Vicky.
((I was going to ask you to tell me that you loved me and that you'd never leave me, but I can tell now you're too busy hating me. I'll just shut up and never bother you again…and if you see Trixie while you're making out with her, tell her I understand why I lost out.))
With that, she quit the link, but a distant echo reached her. It didn't make any sense, however, so she disregarded it. Perhaps, in retrospect, she shouldn't have…
((Tootie…I love you and I'd never leave you…))
Before she knew it, Vicky's tongue was inside her mouth, roaming and exploring all there was to explore. Her hands slid under her shirt and unhooked her bra. God, no…this was much worse than anything that AU Timmy before had done…
((Cal!)) ((Daniela!)) Tootie screamed, desperate to reach either one. (She sent into two separate lines, just in case one of them didn't get it).
"I heard the slave wasn't good today," Victoria crooned, shoving Timmy to the side for a moment and, indicating Vicky move to the side for a second, caressed Tootie's shoulder.
"Princess Tootie disobeyed orders," Vicky smirked, grinding against her. Tootie could only gaze up at her sister and feel the revulsion sweep her body. Where were her fairies when she needed them most?
((Cal!)) Tootie screamed desperately. ((For the love of God!))
"So she has to be punished, doesn't she?" Victoria smirked, slipping a hand under her skirt. Timmy's eyes widened, disbelieving she could possibly be enjoying this and his daughter…had the most peculiar expression on her face. A flicker of pink showed in her blue eyes…pink and green. Cosmo and Wanda?
((Cal!))
((Tootie? Are you all right?)) Cal's reply was weak and, with a sidelong glance at Victoria, she realized…she knew about them. She also knew this wasn't her Tootie…but she didn't care. She was going to brand her anyway.
"Yes, but let's wait until our Tootie gets back here," Vicky crooned. "Then we'll have ourselves a gay little party, won't we?"
"With two fairies roasted over an open flame!" The Other cheered, hugging herself, for goosebumps had appeared. Her eyes fell upon Tina again and she frowned.
"That girl…she stinks of fairies…like Cosmo and Wanda…" Victoria murmured, the names causing Timmy to flinch. Tina merely smiled, a hint of a crown glimmering above her head.
"Do we have to wait for my real sister to show up? I want this one…" Vicky pouted, licking Tootie's neck. By The Other's control, she shut her eyes, apparently giving off the impression she enjoyed being licked by a girl who resembled her sister in every manner.
"And I think she's miserable, too. I caught her crying over the twerp before." Grinning like the Cheshire cat, Vicky began to unbutton her blouse. Tootie moaned, but her thoughts, the only things that were her own, screamed in disgust.
"Fine. Break her in for me while I go find our real sister. I'll bring in the two playmates, too." The Other grinned cheekily, lavishing the fact there were two more fairies for her to massacre slowly.
"Can do," Vicky replied, pushing Tootie back onto the chair and trailing her tongue down her chest. "You."
((Timmy!)) Tootie screamed again, recalling she'd dismissed him but reduced to contacting him again. ((Timmy…please…help…(sob))
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"They're coming," Alternate Tootie suddenly said, awakening immediately. Her eyes swept the room, but, upon finding no sign of them, grew more agitated instead of less. She scooped Cal and Daniela, barely looking at them, into her arms and ran as fast and as far as she could.
Her legs took her towards the remnants of Dimmsdale Park, across from Il Maestro, were it still there. By now, her lungs burned and she collapsed, still hugging the fairies to her chest. She'd protect them…they the precious little left to her.
Years ago, Timmy had chosen Trixie over her…and, then, when she'd confronted him, she'd made a tragic mistake of leaving one of Vicky's camcorders on afterwards. The rest, she feared, was history.
"Coming…for me…just like before…so long ago…" She murmured, absently stroking Cal's hair. Daniela, none too fond of this arrangement, weaseled her way out of her arms and glared at her.
"If you have a story to tell, tell it already. You're holding up the line," Daniela spat, folding her arms across her chest. Her wand, as usual, was cocked away, this time in the girl's direction.
Cal said nothing, either against or for her, but he knew why she was acting like this. She was still furious with Tootie and, although this wasn't the Tootie she was furious with, in Dan's mind, it was close enough. He'd better act as a mediator, just in case things got ugly, as they were apt to do.
The weathered park benches, lined with charred slabs, looked as if they'd survived a great war. Knowing Vicky, they probably had- the mere thought of such great power probably sent her in cartwheels, much less having a being that could do a potentially huge amount of damage. And she had…
"It began two years ago…when the world ended…"
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"Timmy!" Tootie screamed, banging on his door urgently. "Damn it, Timmy, this is an emergency!"
Fists bloody, she beat harder against the door, already having shattered the glass front door. She'd tried his phone line, but he'd deliberately left it off the hook. She'd tried his window, but he'd pushed the ladder away and she'd nearly broken her neck. The only thing left to her was the front door, but he hadn't answered his doorbell or her frantic pounding.
Timmy had to hear her out, he was the only one she knew in her neighborhood that didn't view her as a complete loon. Moreover, he was the only one who would believe her. Her parents, as Vicky had informed her, would never believe her.
Desperate, she'd headed straight for Timmy, only he hadn't answered yet. Didn't he understand this was an emergency? That she needed him badly enough to risk further injury?
The glass had split her palm open, but she decided she didn't care. If Timmy wouldn't listen to her, she had no choice but to return home…and let Vicky rape her again. Thinking about it made her burst into tears again.
"Timmy!" Tootie howled, slamming her head against the door. She saw stars, but she didn't pass out. Nevertheless, Timmy did not answer his damn door.
However, trying the lock told her the door was already open…damn it. She'd wasted valuable energy trying to get his attention when she could just walk into his room. That was what she was going to do…walk into his room, collapse into his arms, and tell him everything. He'd believe her, he had to. He was, after all, Timmy Turner, her god.
And…after she collapsed into his arms, he'd feel so sorry for her, he'd kiss her. Then he'd be hers, finally. No more Trixie Tang, no Veronica, no one in her way.
Taking the steps two at a time, Tootie hurtled towards his room and flung the door open. What she saw, however, made her stumble backwards and head straight for the bathroom.
Timmy and Trixie…in a less than chaste position. She was pleasing him, in fact, and the thought made her vomit. Wrapping her mouth around…Oh, Dear Lord…
Tears and vomit mixed in the toilet, but she didn't care. No one held her hair back as she threw up, no one cared that she was eyeing the blades and the medicine cabinet…no one gave a damn about her…
"Tootie!" Timmy called, dressing hastily. Blearily, she regarded him briefly before she darted, weaving back and forth, out of the bathroom. She wanted none of this…
"Damn it, Tootie!" Timmy snapped, running down the stairs. "We love each other!"
"Fuck you!" Tootie suddenly spat, turning around. "I really needed you to be there for me and there you were, with your new girlfriend, giving you a blowjob! I hope you had fun!"
She then slammed the door, but something in one of her pigtails fell out. Timmy swept down to pick it up, Cosmo and Wanda appearing behind him. Wanda frowned, recognizing the item but not sure from where.
"Guys…" Timmy murmured, fingering the item…with a lens…taped 'property of Vicky'…transmitting to her house…
"What did I do?"
"Sweetie, she came in here bleeding and you were too busy with Trixie to notice. I know you think she's annoying and creepy, but you're all she has…" Wanda murmured, eyes flickering towards the staircase. She knew Trixie and Timmy were an item, and she disapproved of underage sex, but she wasn't going to say anything about that just now.
Not that she'd let it slide completely, but, for the moment, it wasn't as important.
"Couldn't she call or something?!" Timmy snapped, folding his arms across his chest, but his gaze flickered over to the phone…off the hook. She might have tried to call, but it hadn't gone through. Damn.
"Or ring the doorbell?" Wanda inquired, pointing towards the unlocked door. "I think she did that, sport."
"Yeah, but you were too busy getting he-" Cosmo began, but Wanda clamped a hand over his mouth. Tasteless remarks rarely had a time or a place, but this definitely was not the time for them.
"I don't know what she was so excited about, anyway," Timmy said defensively, biting his lip. He'd heard her throw up and instantly recognized the reason- seeing Trixie like that with him. On some level, he realized she wanted to be the one to do that, no matter how degrading she might think it. She wanted to make him happy because she loved him…only he didn't love her.
And he never would.
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"Vicky told me the rest," Tootie said dully. "About how she cornered Timmy about Cosmo and Wanda and, ultimately, forced him to give her a fairy of her own…Victoria's supposed to be her light side. Heaven help us all…"
She's only slightly less evil than Vicky and even more attracted to me. Between the two of them, I've lost my sense of self-worth.
"Where are Cosmo and Wanda now?" Cal inquired politely, wondering just what Tootie had gotten herself into. Whatever it was, she'd screamed his name twice and he hadn't really replied. Truth be told, he was rather worried.
"Dead," AU Tootie replied dully, hugging her knees to her chest. "Before Victoria got to 'em, Tina was born…Timmy knew they were planning to kill Cosmo and Wanda and wished for them to live on…through his daughter."
"They'd pinpointed the exact day they were supposed to die…and arranged for Trixie to give birth then." She swallowed hard, a lump rising in her throat. The memory of Trixie pregnant with her beloved's child clearly tortured her, to this day.
"Everything was perfect…except Trixie died in childbirth. Well, that's the theory Timmy gave…but I know better…Victoria took over my body and made me kill her…I could feel my hands wrap around her throat…"
Tears sprang and, for the first time in ages, since she'd last had control over her body and her emotions, AU Tootie wailed. She'd murdered the only woman Timmy had ever loved and, by doing that, she'd hurt him badly. No matter how much she hated Trixie, she made him happy. And she'd stolen his happiness from him.
Trixie didn't have to become pregnant, she'd opted to. She wanted to carry Timmy's baby as a way of showing how much she loved him…and also, that she knew her own death was imminent. Vicky, while using Tootie, also hated Timmy and had to hurt him anyway she could. There was also the added bonus of hurting Tootie when he did so, so why not?
She'd seen her for nine months, caressing her stomach. Before Tina had been born, she'd loved her…and she'd never seen her face, thanks to her. Thanks to her…
Victoria rarely allowed her to have control over her own body anymore. Ever since Trixie's untimely death, she'd deigned to make her a slave. This was both for fun and for insurance- she didn't trust Tootie alone. There was too great a chance someone would die, namely her.
Moments passed like eternity before AU Tootie spoke again. By now, she'd calmed herself sufficiently and, clearing her throat, continued.
"The instant Tina was born, Cosmo and Wanda infused themselves in her. Tina, essentially, has the appearance and mannerism of a two year old, but she is them. They can do magic through her…they're just waiting to be reborn.
"Souls live on, you know? And, if I could have done anything for Timmy…I would have made sure Trixie lived through him…
"I'm not sure if he knows I'm not myself anymore, I'm what they made me. And…oh, shit!" Realization struck her, and snatching Cal and Daniela, she began to run towards her house. The bewildered fairies poofed ahead of her and stared blankly.
"Why are you heading back?" Daniela inquired, wrinkling her nose. "You're going to-"
"Timmy's going to be killed today! That was why I was assigned to round him up- they wanted to kill him and finally kill Cosmo and Wanda through Tina!" AU Tootie called, shoving the fairies aside. She offered no more tidbits, finally colliding into Victoria on her way in.
The other girl's eyes widened in astonishment- she'd run towards her? Well, perhaps all that brain control, she'd permanently damaged something. Well, she'd care, but, then again, a brain dead slave was better than a live one.
Recently, though, she'd noticed, ever since Tootie had discovered the death date, she'd become increasingly withdrawn, requiring the control so often, she didn't function for a minute on her own. It was though she was trying to kill herself by tricking them…
Very gently shoving her aside, she cast a glance into the room and finally, at long last, realized the girl she'd encountered before was her, only in another form. Whomever it was, she felt bad for her, already pinned on the floor and half naked. That was supposed to be her duty.
"I'm sick of waiting," Vicky drawled, rising from our Toot and producing a gun. She twirled it on her finger, aiming at the green/pink crown shimmering above Tina's head before, after Victoria moved aside to get a better look and AU Tootie peered in, she aimed it at Timmy's heart. Timmy, swallowing hard, stared the gun down.
She leered back at him, her eyes narrowed in anger. His death was imminent, but she liked to prolong the inevitable. Not a pin could be heard, not a person breathed. Both Tooties' hearts beat intensely, threatening to burst from their chests.
Meanwhile, Tina, oddly enough, was calm and collected. A pink crown shone over her head…Wanda.
It only took a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity. Our Toot, powerless, watched Timmy die as though time was frozen…just like her counterpart. Only, AU Tootie could finally scream…
"TIMMY!" She shrieked, flinging herself on top of his corpse. Vicky hadn't bothered to merely shoot one, but had aimed for about five in the head. He hadn't had a prayer.
"Oh, Timmy…I'm so sorry…Timmy…" She buried her head in his chest and kissed his t-shirt. He was still warm…
"Get off him! Since when do you have control over your body?!" Vicky screeched, the transistor dropping out of her pocket. So close but yet so far…as cruel as this was, she had to get that thing back, no matter what the consequences were for her counterpart. Too bad she couldn't create a diversion.
"Leave her alone," Tina spoke and all heads turned into her direction. Instead of speaking like Tootie had heard her before, Wanda now spoke through her. Her hair turned to the pink bun, her t-shirt to yellow, her skirt became pants, and, except for the lack of wings and wand, she was Wanda reborn.
"Don't interfere!" Victoria snapped, creating a black ball of energy which would swiftly suck Wanda and Cosmo out of the small girl and kill them. Once souls were exposed, they shriveled up and died. No soul could exist outside a body.
A green aura enveloped Tootie and she gasped- Cosmo? Well, logically speaking, it made sense- Wanda had control now, but, if she was here, he had to be too. If they were sharing the same body, which they might be, he didn't need to be present in her to function. And if he'd smarted up a little since he'd started to share the body, which meant he knew more magic, which meant…
Collapsing onto all fours, Tootie gasped again, this time for the rightful breaths she couldn't take before. Victoria's control over her was gone and she could finally, at long last, seize back the transistor.
It promptly turned into a wand, allowing her to redress and then, she stood. By now, however, none were noticing her, their eyes glued to Tina, or, rather, Wanda. A tidbit of Cal's information concerning her mission surfaced and she recalled what it was she had to do.
Transferring into another black ball of energy, the transistor swiftly, operating by her thought alone, sought out Victoria. It hovered close to where her heart would be in front, only now it lingered by her back, so as not to be noticed. Judging by the path, it'd rip out her soul, supposing she had one, and her duty then became to prevent the soul from (a), rejoining, and (b), she must murder the body.
Her counterpart, meanwhile, kept pressing her face into Timmy's chest and pressing it, hoping for a heartbeat that she had to know would never come. Tears streamed down her face as she desperately denied his death.
"Enough!" Vicky screamed, knocking Tina backwards. The girl glowered at her, returning to Wanda again. Vicky soon found herself in a stasis, completely frozen.
"Who are you?" Tootie whispered, her eyes rooted to Tina. "Are you Wanda or Tina?"
"There is no Tina," The girl replied, tracing Victoria's outline with her finger and paralyzing her as well. "Trixie and Timmy's child was born stillborn."
"There never was a Tina. It was just us, waiting to be reborn. Tina died before she was ever born, because, through Tootie, our Tootie, Victoria found out about her. She thought if she killed the child while she was still in the womb, she'd never be born.
"And she thought if we didn't know we were going to be killed, we'd be out of the way forever. But Tootie, who could sometimes escape them, told us. She still threw herself away for Timmy, even though she knew by then it was hopeless. His heart was completely Trixie's and vice versa," Wanda completed, waving her finger one last time, to prevent her Tootie from snatching the blade hidden in her pocket and slashing her wrists or stabbing herself in the heart.
"Little bitch…" Victoria suddenly hissed, her teeth gritted. Although she couldn't move, she could still speak and this 'victory' was starting to piss her off.
Vicky, glaring hatefully at Tina/Wanda, spat her next few words at Tootie. "I suppose you're that little goody goody from the other universe, supposed to make our life a gumdrop paradise?"
Instead of answering, Tootie glared in response. She wasn't sharing anything with these two.
"Let me tell you something, brat. Your counterpart begged for us to take her. Timmy had rejected her so soundly, she accepted affection from anyone, including us," Vicky snapped.
"No matter what she might have told you, supposing you two spoke at all, it isn't true. She never fell out of love with Turner, that's true. But what she didn't tell you is the night she found Timmy and Trixie, she came onto Vicky.
"She offered herself for her because she knew no one else would have her. And she was right, no one did.
"Turner's friends were far too occupied with themselves and, ultimately, they left Dimmsdale with their parents. Good riddance. If she'd even bothered to go to them, she wouldn't have found sympathy there, either.
"The only person in the world who acted like she understood her was Vicky. She kissed away her tears, comforted her…and took some 'sisterly' perks, such as seducing her. Tootie let her, because, once again, she knew everyone else thought she was a freak.
"Those brands on her body were to confirm the obvious- Timmy's heart belonged to Trixie, so Tootie belonged to us. She did everything we wanted, in exchange for bodily pleasure. We loved her," Victoria said, but there was a smirk on her face.
"Or, should we say, we loved her body," Vicky cackled, struggling against the spell. AU Toot's face, already ashen, turned completely white. She pressed her face one last time into Timmy's chest, but shivered- it was growing cold.
"You used her," Tootie hissed, fists clenched.
"Oh, don't think of it like that. Think of it more as we were the only lovers she'd ever have," Vicky and Victoria chorused, and AU Toot, disentangling reluctantly from Timmy, glowered at them.
"I didn't come onto you, Vicky…" She began slowly, trembling badly. "You…you were the one who held me while I was crying…and then…"
"Then?" Vicky sneered. "Don't you remember? You kissed me. Don't lie."
She quieted, ashamed. All she remembered of that night was Trixie's mouth, the toilet bowl, and Vicky…forcing her to feel aroused. Forcing her to stop crying by any means necessary.
Then, later on, she felt her rage and stole it from her. Victoria seized control of her body and sent her to kill Trixie…
She'd only merited the control because she'd known when Timmy was going to die. No matter how hurt she was by seeing them like that, she loved him enough to protect him. Yes, his love was dead and he'd never love her, and his daughter was Trixie's, but that didn't mean her heart stopped belonging to him. They'd had to restrain her to prevent an incident…and then Tootie had started liking being restrained, it kept her from thinking about the scum she was.
What kind of girl was she, coming onto her sister? She was the worst type of slut there was, the one that begged for anyone to love her. And she'd gotten everything she deserved…
"Then you begged us to take care of you…and we did. We protected you, made sure no one else laid a hand on you, by destroying everyone else.
"Cosmo and Wanda, for example, were too close to Timmy, whom you still loved, so we had to devastate him. Not only was it better for you, it was better for us as well. A miserable Timmy was a miserable Tootie, and a miserable Tootie was one that needed all the 'affection' she could get. So we helped ourselves," Victoria sniggered, remembering Tootie, clinging to her, pleading with her to love her…and how she took advantage of it.
Hmph, her counterpart was a little drama queen. 'Save the drama for your momma'- really. All she was doing was kissing Timmy everywhere in reach and screaming in agony.
However, instead of anger, Tootie found herself pitying her counterpart and trepidation grew. What if she got that desperate, harkening after anyone who would give her a kiss? That meant she and Gary…
Silence reigned as Vicky and Victoria gloated and the transistor struck, ripping Victoria's soul straight out her body. It swiftly flew back to her, converting into the same sword she'd impaled Lorelei with. She recognized it, how sad was that?
And Lorelei reminded her of something, but she couldn't put her finger on what exactly. It had to do with something in this universe and hers…
Apparently, the transistor could read her mind and knew exactly when to strike. Excellent, she could really use a weapon like this. Ironically, she hadn't directly acquired it from Fairy World, but, without it, she'd be dead.
So, in a way, she owed Lorenzo. Heh, a phrase she'd never like to utter again.
For an instant, Victoria's soul flickered then imploded. Her counterpart froze, exhaling another black essence strikingly similar to Victoria's. Any damage she'd done to her was now reversed.
Were she within reach of her and she hefted her, there would have been a veritable difference in weight. The guilt weighing her counterpart was not physical, whereas all the magic Victoria employed to control her servant was.
Again, the transistor converted, turning into a blade, which zoomed out of Tootie's hands and chopped off Vicky's head. Well, well, someone was a little blood thirsty and impatient. Besides which, she didn't exactly enjoy being felt up by a girl resembling her sister.
In fact, now, she couldn't help but be grateful Vicky was pregnant in her world. That meant she was impervious to incest.
Her counterpart gawked at her, terrified. Her hands began to shake and, if she could move towards her, she wasn't certain she trusted the look in her eyes. It was almost as if she were angry at her for killing her problem.
But maybe, on some level, she'd loved Vicky. You never knew and believe her, she did not want to. The thought of what her counterpart did with Vicky and Victoria made her want to throw up again.
"There is another universe…" Tootie began meekly, the words tumbling out. She hadn't come here to help, really, and here her mouth went, offering aid. Damn her.
"Where another Timmy is…and he lost his Tootie…" How do I explain this? She didn't even bother to ask what I'm doing here, no one has. They don't care, they thought I was her to begin with.
"Timmy?" She whispered, her eyes flickering with hope. Cal and Daniela, finally turning into something substantial, winked at her. Well, Cal did, Daniela glared. It seemed she hadn't yet forgiven her.
"He's kind of a dick…" Aren't they all?
"But…he doesn't have one of me around?" God, she was so wretched, throwing herself at anyone…but at least this was healthier…she thought.
"No…" If you want more details, you'll have to ask him, because I'm sick and tired of this world.
"Really?!" She shrieked, accidentally yanking her Timmy's dead arm along with her in glee as she jumped up. Ew…
"Yes, really," Tootie replied, exasperated. "And I'll take you to him if you'll just stop acting so creepy…"
"I love you!" Her counterpart shrieked, the whole situation temporarily escaping her mind. She flung her arms around her and proceeded to hug her so tightly, she couldn't breathe.
Yeah…you're really creepy now…please let go of me…I can't feel my arms…
"I'm sure he'll love you too…" Tootie lied through her teeth, unable to push her away. Am I normally so clinging, ditzy, and annoying? Yeesh.
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Returning to the old world was easier than the fairies had anticipated and, thankfully, they kept blissfully silent, neither commenting. Both girls had their past and present ringing in their heads and neither spoke. The ride, therefore, was rather uneventful.
Tootie found the first universe's Timmy on the sidewalk, a magazine open on his lap. The heat rose in her cheeks- it appeared as though Cosmo had made well on that promise, for Timmy had a Playboy. Wanda was nowhere to be seen, presumably fuming.
"At least you have your pants on," Tootie fired, folding her arms across her chest. "You can't be actually reading that magazine."
"I am," He replied, raising his head and smiling brightly at her. "The literature in here is top notch."
"Yeah…and that's why all the boys read that magazine, for the articles. That's also why you've got the centerfold open, with a naked woman masturbating. Sure."
"She isn't masturbating…she's just, uh…finding new uses for her hands," He lied and her eyes darted towards a disturbing white stain near the right edge of the magazine, where she knew the centerfold's chest to be.
"And I'm sure you just split your milk there too," Tootie countered. "Because you just had to have your 'literature' as a bedtime story."
Behind her, her counterpart laughed, her eyes sparkling with mirth. She stepped out from behind Tootie and beamed at Timmy, who went a brilliant scarlet before promptly sitting on the magazine.
"What are you talking about?! I'm not a pervert!" Timmy blurted, running his hands through his hair nervously. Her counterpart only laughed harder.
Shaking her head, Tootie allowed her counterpart to introduce herself. By the time she was done, Timmy's eyes bulged out, nearly out of their sockets, and he'd gathered her into his arms, pressing her against him. Both of them looked like they were in heaven.
Tootie, feeling like her heart had been contorted, nodded her goodbye to them, already too busy to really notice. They weren't making out, something that actually made her happy to know, but exchanging stories while they alternated kissing each other's necks. She would be willing to bet, if she cared to stay long enough, that they'd sleep together before the sun went down.
Biting back tears, she climbed about the elevator one final time, to return 'home'.