A/N: warning and heads up, this chapter may be both violent and bloody, probably going to change the rating to M after this, so just a heads up

Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING! literally, I barely own the clothes on my back, as such please don't sue me for any copyright infringement, you know who you are, anyway on to the story.

Timmy was sitting in his cell, no longer tied up after that mysterious man appeared and got him to sign that agreement, he wasn't sure but the longer he sat there the worse the feeling in the pit of his stomach got. Two men entered the room, obviously guards Francis had sent to collect him, they tied his hands again before making him walk through the hallway towards the center of what once was the Dimmsdale mall, the place had been modified a bit, and now there was light shining down along the corridor with a makeshift thrown in the center. But there was something else there that got his attention, Tootie was there but chained to the throne, she looked hurt and her clothes were torn.

"you like Turner?"he asked with a grin that made Timmy sick to his stomach, he didn't say anything so Francis continued to speak.

"if you do what I say she's yours to do with as you please, I have no more use for her."
he glared in anger at even the mere thought of this brute having defiled the very person he had come to care for.

"you see turner after the fall of the world something changed, I could feel it, so I used my talents to bring about change."
he paused for a moment

"but it seems you and your little friends intend to stand in my way, so I'm going to give you a choice, stand with me or fall, your choice, but if you don't stand with me"

his sickening grin grew larger "you won't be the only one to suffer my wrath."

Timmy didn't care what Francis wanted but he was scared, scared at what the bully turned gang leader wanted, scared of what he might do, but he began to think, wondering just what that entity was, it certainly wasn't human, and why did it want to help him. He decided not to side with Francis, but rather than outright say it he decided to use his hidden freedom to his advantage and act, so he lunged forward having slipped a knife from one of his guards pockets and tried to attack Francis directly, unfortunately Francis had obviously gotten better at fighting because he was on the ground with the wind knocked out of him, writhing in pain and unsure of what to do next. Francis didn't care, he just continued kicking Timmy laughing as he did so, but something made him stop, there was a swift movement and a gurgling sound, and Francis was lying in a pool of his own blood, his hands clasped over the wound in his chest. Timmy looked up and saw Tootie standing there, with blood splattered all over her tattered clothes her breath shallow, something was not right, her eyes seemed devoid of the life they seemed to have before. He was still unable to speak, the air still coming back into his lungs, she wasn't finished as she grabbed the knife from the body that now lay in front of her she moved towards the guards mumbling something unintelligible.

Her mumbling became louder as her eyes seemed to focus in a way that seemed disillusioned from reality she cried out in anger "You dared to touch me?!" he could hear a fury louder than the wind the explosions had whipped up on the day the world ended.

"You dare to harm the one I love!" this time swiftly moving and attacking one of the guards, his throat spurting blood as his jugular was cut, the rest of the guards began moving back in fear unsure of what to do now that their leader was dead, bleeding out on the cold floor.
She began to move gracefully between the men around them, it was fast but almost like a dance, like she was dancing a ballet while remaining light as the air around her, her eyes darkened as she spoke up again this time with an almost joyous tone.

"Nobody touches me! My body only belongs to one, nobody is going to hurt him! Not anymore, and never again, never again, never again."
she continued mumbling those last words as she proceeded to slaughter the majority of the room, most of them too frozen with fear to do anything, and those that could act ran in fear of their own mortality, she moved back to Timmy, her eyes empty and her body covered in a thick layer of blood still babbling incoherently to herself.

Dropping the knife she sat down next to him cupping his head in her hands speaking softly, her eyes seemed to have emotion in them again.

"Timmy are you ok? They didn't hurt you did they?"
he was confused and terrified at what he saw, but he was also worried about her, he had become so close but this was a side he never knew was there. He was unable to form words as she put his arm over her blood soaked shoulder and began to carry him out, the entire place abandoned out of fear of the monster inside. Timmy had passed out waking momentarily to the sensation of movement and the sound of an engine only to drift back into unconsciousness, he awoke finally in the bed he had been sleeping in, unsure of how he got back to Dustyvale, but one thing was sure he was unable to look at Tootie the same way again.

A/N: I've never written such a dark chapter before, hope you like, sorry it's so short.
AvexCay: you are right, I do need an editor, and I'm open to one if anyone offers.
Derekjohnd999: yeah but that title doesn't fit quite right, for more reasons that I won't reveal yet because you know "spoilers" haha.