(Okay, before I show you what I have, I will tell you that I have permanently canceled the production of Fairly Odd Fear, and why. I was demotivated for a long while with making it, I didn't really know what events to add in or how the story was going to play out, and am more concerned with my other hobbies. Please do not ask me to continue the story, as I have zero interest in doing so. Thank you for your time, and please enjoy what I do have of the story.)
Timmy, Chester, Molly, and Remy were all bundled up together in between a mass of oak trees, all belonging to a biome of forestry. The sky seemed quite bright, not too sunlit, but otherwise broad in illumination. It looked to be about noon from what the kids had assumed. Not too far from the foliage was a rocky path that led to a hospital building simply dubbed Dimmsdale Medical Center.
The children had a hard time walking to this forest due to their wounds from Vicky, but after a while, they had furthered in recovery from the cuts enough to execute their missions.
"Okay, guys, the construction of our plan is now in session. Any suggestions?" asked Timmy.
"I say we run straight head on into the hospital, and take out anyone that tries to mess with us!" hollered Chester proudly.
"Umm… I don't think…" Timmy stuttered.
"Are you kidding me?" barked Molly. "Have you any clue how utterly difficult it is to defeat a herd of highly trained guards, much less ONE of them?"
"Molly makes a pretty good point, Chester. Let's she if she has any ideas," remarked Timmy.
"At dark moonlight, we should sneak in through the hospital with the same window we used to escape said hospital, pick up Crocker, and move him all the way to the more unexplored parts of the forestry, and tie him to a tree! Don't bring weapons with us to the hospital, or we'll get caught easily," Molly proposed.
"What will we use to tie Crocker down?" bugged Remy.
"We'll stick him to one of the many spider webs in here, and bond him with moss!" chirped the black-haired delinquent.
"Your plan is good for the most part… but if we had no weapons we'd have no means of defense from anything," the buck-toothed child said.
"Oh, you're right… I'm sorry," murmured Molly despondently.
"I'll tell you what, we can enact Molly's plan, sans the no weapons part. We'll bring the M9 we stole from Vicky and our knife, but we'll hide them in our pockets to keep them secure," added Timmy.
"That sounds fair," Remy remarked.
The night sky struck the forest. It was dimmer than a sewer, with no light in view, except for the moon, intensely illuminating the pathway to the hospital. The hospital's lights were all turned off, indicating that business hours were over.
Excuse Timmy, the gang had been sleeping to pass the time. The pink-hatted boy presumed from the state of the atmosphere that it was midnight, and as such, they could seek out Crocker.
"Wake up, guys. Tonight we abduct Crocker," announced Timmy ominously. Yawns from all around were heard as the other members of the bloodthirsty clique rose from unconsciousness.
"I'll get the weapons!" slurred Chester. He sluggishly trekked to a steep tree stump in which an M9 and dagger were lightly placed. The blonde youngster took grasp of both items, one in a separate hand from another.
"Alright, are we fully prepared now?" Timmy inquired to the other kids.
"I'd say we are. We have the weapons, and all we need to do now is sneak into the hospital," replied Molly.
"Then let's go!" Timmy commanded, pointing to the hospital.
Timmy, Molly, Chester and Remy all proceeded their way to the same window they climbed out of when they had escaped the hospital in the first place. Chester stealthily ascended the wall leading to the window, opened it, and forced himself through it. The other children, seeing the method Chester had used to get into the building, decided to follow in his track and crawl on the walls in a similar fashion.
The four children were all ducking under the escape window's sill. In the room, on a hospital bed was Crocker, still in his catatonic state from the coma.
"Molly, you and I will take him by the shoulders. Chester, Remy, you take him by the legs," Timmy requested in a soft voice.
"Aye, aye, sir!" responded Chester. He picked up Crocker's right arm with both of his hands, and Remy grabbed Crocker's left arm. The four then slowly trudged their way to the window, carrying Crocker together with them.
"One, two, three, HEAVE!" Timmy whispered, barely loud enough for them to hear. The gang thrusted their teacher's body onto the rough, dirty grounds, and hopped out to the exterior of the window.
"Let's pick him up again," whispered Timmy, as he and his team repositioned their arms to Crocker's body as they were when they were inside the hospital.
Then, the clique galloped, as hastily as they possibly could, to the deeper and darker sections of the woods. They traveled so far that their final destination was essentially a canopy, with boggy marsh areas in view. Many trees took up the land, with lots of moss on said trees, and spider webs, especially the spider webs, as they were scattered across the trees, gargantuan in size.
"Ah, the perfect site," Timmy said, admiring their work. "Molly, could you be a dear and stick Crocker to one of the spider webs? I'll add extra bonding with the moss."
"Copy that," Molly answered, as she hoisted Crocker onto one of the tree's trunks, laced in cobweb. She spreaded the elder man's arms out to the branches of the tree, and spun restraints of moss around the branches, carrying the arms in place with them.
"Thanks, Molly. Now all we have to do is wait for him to awaken," said Timmy.
Over the course of a couple of days, Timmy, Chester, Molly, and Remy sat through the time it took for Crocker to rise from his coma. In that time period, the hospital was no less informed about the incident that happened overnight.
"Patient Denzel Crocker is gone!" shrieked Nurse Madison, as she saw the lack of a body on what used to be Crocker's hospital bed in utter fright.
"Where do you think he should be?" quivered Amelia, another nurse.
The door opened. A doctor, this one named Lucien, stepped into the room.
"We've checked all around the hospital, and we must tell you, sadly, Crocker is nowhere to be found," informed Dr. Lucien in a very morose tone of voice.
"So, what do we do now?" worried Nurse Madison?
"I think the best course of action is to call the police," Dr. Lucien advised.
"Well, why wouldn't we? Let's do that now," replied Nurse Amelia.
Then suddenly the moment the kids had been waiting for began to fall through. It took quite a bit of waiting, but soon Mr. Crocker was waking up! They stared at him with beady, all too eager eyes.
"Where am I? What is going on?" stuttered Crocker.
"Hi, Crocker," greeted Timmy in a singsong voice.
"TURNER! What brings you and all of your classmates here?" Crocker yapped.
"Oh, no reason…" Timmy grinned slowly and looked down upon his teacher.
"Except to take REVENGE FOR ALL OF THE HORRIBLE THINGS YOU'VE DONE TO US!" Timmy hissed.
(This was the point where I stopped writing the story.)