Wishes Gone Wrong – Chapter 7

Author's Note: I don't own Fairly Oddparents, or any of the characters within the series, unless created by me. I also do not own any of the songs used in this story.

ATTENTION: I rewrote last chapter, since the story needed some plot elements and a lot less fluff, for those of you who would not like to go back and read last chapter, I basically edited it to lead to a confrontation/meeting with Jorgen Von Strangle. Enjoy the plot development my fans.

Timmy and his Fairy Godparents suddenly arrived in Fairy World, in what seemed to be a massive lobby in relation to their size. After getting their bearings back together, they turned to see a secretary, about the size of the giants in Fairy Tales. Timmy had never seen or heard a giant fairy before, so he was taken aback when it spoke.

"May I help you?" The secretary boomed.

"Yes, I think I'm supposed to have an appointment with Mr. Jorgen Von Strangle?" Timmy said, respectfully.

The secretary looked down for what seemed like forever as she procured the information from the computer, she stopped scrolling downwards with the seemingly undersized mouse and Timmy held back laughter from the situation.

"Let's see here... Timothy Turner?" The secretary asked as she adjusted her glasses.

"That's me!" Timmy responded.

"Mr. Von Strangle will be out of his current meeting shortly, why don't you take a seat?" She asked, extending her arm to point at the neatly organized row of chairs.

Timmy took a seat in the massively oversized chairs, and felt something akin to the times he had been called into the principal's office. The Office building looked quite nice, there were plants organized neatly, and there were paintings hanging of the wall, past rulers or royalty of Fairy World he guessed judging from the way they were treated in the image. There were also several office cubicles that were marginally smaller than Jorgen's office, Timmy assumed that those were for assistants and other important people to Fairy World management. Time passed as he thought of hanging out with his friends over the weekend.

The talent show also happened to be coming up, so he needed to wish for temporary musical talent again for himself and his friends. Timmy decided that it might be a while before Jorgen got done with his meeting, so he picked up an old magazine and began skimming it for information.

Soon enough Jorgen was done with his meeting and he exited to let Timmy know it was his turn to come in. Timmy noticed this and got up to head inside. For some reason, Jorgen looked distressed, as if something terrible was going to happen.

"Please, come inside and take a seat." Jorgen said to Timmy as he popped down into his rather large office chair.

"So why did you drag me here on a wonderful afternoon Jorgen? Don't have anyone else to bother and push around?" Timmy replied quite rudely with a smirk on his face.

The anger visibly showed on Jorgen's face, he was not used to being talked down to as he was from a military background, one where you are supposed to respect anyone who is a higher rank than you.

"NOW YOU LISTEN HERE TIMMY TURNER, I dragged you here for a very important reason, and I will not be talked down to by an insolent and spoiled child! Do you understand me?" Jorgen screamed as he slammed his fists down on the oak table, cracking it ever so slightly.

Timmy jumped, very startled at Jorgen's sudden outburst, and Jorgen upon seeing this reaction decided that it was his turn to speak again.

"I dragged you here for a reason, I detected Chaos Magic in the over-world near your house, and it presents a threat because for one, it's very easily manipulated by Anti-Fairies and just the mere presence of it means that bad luck and tragedy are soon to be present." Jorgen warned.

"Why does this concern me at all, don't I have Cosmo and Wanda assigned to me for a reason? They can protect me from this right?" Timmy asked nervously.

"They can protect you Timmy Turner, but you have to stop being so selfish and think about the people around you." Jorgen said a bit despondently.

"What do you mean the people around me?" Timmy replied, confused as the phone on the desk started ringing.

Jorgen picked up the phone for a minute and then put it back down into the receiver when the call ended. Jorgen seemed aghast, as if something tragic was suddenly happening, he put the phone down, and he reverted to his stoic look soon enough.

"I have another meeting to attend, but just remember Turner, if I was you, I would keep a close eye on your friends, and a closer eye on those you love." Jorgen said as he escorted him out of the room.

Timmy turned to his Fairy Godparents to wish himself back home, but before he did that, he had to wonder what made Jorgen decide that he was selfish in his wishing.

"Do you guys really think I'm selfish in my wishing?" Timmy asked, looking to his Godparents for reassurance, finding none in their wandering gazes.

"We don't really think you are all that selfish, but sometimes your wishes end up hurting people close to you, and you never notice." Wanda said with a frown.

"You should tell me these things, I would think about my wishes if I knew who they were hurting!" Timmy exclaimed, realizing that he truly was a bit selfish.

"Let's just get back home Timmy, we can talk about this somewhere a bit more private." Cosmo said, as he waited for the command from his godchild.

"Fine, I wish that we were back in my room!" Timmy wished and suddenly they were back in his room, his surroundings coming back into focus from the flash of magic.

Timmy flopped down onto his bed and stared at the ceiling as if it contained all of the answers to his troubles, his ambition with chasing Tootie, Jorgen and his own Godparents thinking that he was selfish with his wishing and better yet, Chaos Magic was on the loose, threatening his friends and everyone he loved.

Outside, the sun was setting and everything looked wonderful, but from what he knew, it wouldn't be a wonderland for very long. Timmy thought long and hard about who would be affected by this so called Chaos Magic first, he assumed it would probably be his parents or some of his school friends, since by distance they are the closest to him. Timmy decided he could sleep for just a couple of hours and drifted off to sleep, all cares in the world suddenly vanishing.

A cloaked man suddenly appeared at the office of Jorgen Von Strangle, seemingly bypassing any semblance of security or authority, even though the building was locked down by a magical spell.

"If I may, could I have a moment of your time?" The man coughed, catching Jorgen off guard.

This in turn caused to Jorgen to pick up his gigantic wand and point it threateningly at the man's chest.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" Jorgen responded.

"Oh please Jorgen, spare me the theatrics, if you were any smarter, you would know who I am already, but since you don't seem to remember, I have the advantage here. I was the mystery caller, the one you threatened with physical violence, isn't that right? Anyways, I must say that this office is lovely to be in, but I have some things to attend to, I just wanted to drop in and let you know that if you interfere with my plans, and the Turner kid and his closest friends will pay with their lives." The mysterious man said, laughing as he suddenly vanished in an acrid cloud of smoke.

"There's no way, I personally made sure he was gone, how could he be back?" Jorgen asked himself in a panic.

Meanwhile at an undisclosed location, some malevolent beings were plotting against Timmy Turner, the place they planned at seemed to be some sort of old recycling plant, judging from all the garbage laying around on the ground, it was extremely dark since the place had no windows, and vermin were everywhere since no one took care of the place and the beings didn't personally care for the vermin being around. It was the most ideal place for a meeting seeing as it was out of the way, and none of the attendees cared enough to look up the place before they came down.

"So how do we take our revenge on this being you call Timmy Turner?" One of the Anti-Fairies asked with a scratchy voice.

"It's quite simple my friend, this Chaos Magic is easily manipulated towards the favor of an evil being, it should be no problem for me to get it to do what I want." The mysterious man said formally in response.

"So what are we needed for in this little situation?" One Anti-Fairy asked.

"Yeah! Why do you need us here if you can manipulate magic with yourself and this machine." Another Anti-Fairy shouted to make the point clear.

'Oh you insolent dolts, you'll see soon enough why I tricked your miserable selves to come down here, but for now, I'll enjoy the theatrics' The mysterious man said under his breath, as he went on with the charade.

"Why don't we ignore that for a moment and just marvel in what we have accomplished here so far gentlemen, this machine is capable of manipulating Chaos Magic to manipulate the very fibers of this universe, if used by the right person." The man said expertly, ignoring the snide comments from the Anti-Fairies.

Spotlights suddenly lit up a machine that was occupying a previously pitch black spot and suddenly everyone in the room turned to the glowing machine, it looked extremely complicated to operate, valves and pipes coming out of it seemingly endlessly, it had an eerie red glow, as if it was waiting for something, or perhaps someone to enter the pod embedded in it. From what they were told, the Anti-Fairies present believed the machine could cause bad luck and misery, but some of them felt as if they were not getting the full story.

"So what's the pod in the middle of the machine for then?" One brave Anti-Fairy spoke up to the supposed leader of this meeting.

"I'll explain to you in detail, what this machine does in a moment." The mysterious being responded.

"Also, the machine does have one fatal flaw… It requires some Anti-Fairies to be sacrificed in order to function properly." The mysterious being said with a evil grin, taking off his cloak to reveal Nega-Timmy with a remote in his hands, seemingly to control the mysterious machine.

With one press of a button, iron bars dropped over every possible exit and escape route so nobody could fly away and interfere with his plans. With a second press of another button, a huge pipe began to siphon every source of Anti-Fairy magic into the machine, thus giving the machine a power source, exactly what Nega-Timmy needed to manipulate the dark magic. After siphoning the energy, the red glow of the machine took on a slightly purple hue, signaling that it was ready to be operated.

Nega-Timmy slowly lowered himself into the pod, quite comfortable since it was made to his specifications, by a friend in that owed a favor to him. He expertly operated the machinery and turned several knobs and levers, checking his actions several times to ensure that he would not make a mistake that would prove fatal to himself. Now that everything was in place he asked himself if the potential consequences were worth it. Nega-Timmy realized that while his revenge was something he always wanted, if he failed in his quest, he would lose whatever magic he would obtain, and he could possibly die, or be fatally injured. He never really wanted to hurt Timmy, but after he wished him away as if he was trash to be sent to a landfill, whatever little niceness was inside of him turned into the essence of pure hate and resentment. In his rage he pressed the button to initiate the transformation progress absent-mindedly.

"Oh well, better now than never." Nega-Timmy said as he and the machine disappeared.

Timmy awoke startled, he felt as if something was amiss in his otherwise perfect world. Timmy awoke with a sweat that progressively got worse, then he suddenly sat upright in bed as his heart began to pound rapidly as he struggled to do something as simple as breathe, he could only compare the sensation to the equivalent of having a heart attack, what was going on that was causing this?

Timmy had only felt this one other time during this lifetime, and his Godparents were actually present for what was called a Magic Rearrangement Shift or MRS for short. It happened when your negative counterpart, human or fairy was going through severe pain, or any event that could alter the balance of magic, Timmy deduced that it was probably Nega-Timmy up to no good again, possibly in trouble. Even though his counterpart was evil, it was still a piece of him, so he had no hate or vitriol for that version of himself, even though this extreme pain was creating some hate for his counterpart. Timmy was struggling to not pass out from the pain that coursed through his veins and he tried to see clearly, but the pain was too much and his vision was extremely blurred.

"Cosmo... Wanda... I wish you were here!" Timmy struggled to speak.

Timmy silently cursed himself for his seemingly okay wish that couldn't have gone anymore wrong, before succumbing to the pain and passing out on the floor.

Nega-Timmy suddenly awoke on a trash barge, the smell alone was enough to make him gag, but he persevered through it. He stood up, power and energy coursed through his veins, he decided to toy with his new powers, and with a snap of his finger he blinked from the trash barge to the mainland. Taking on the appearance of a 15 year old boy with his newfound powers, it was easy to go unnoticed in Dimmsdale, where Timmy Turner resided. He also took note of how ironic the situation was that he would end up on a trash barge, what with him being wished away and all.

"You'll regret ever wishing me into existence, I will make you suffer like no other being, Timmy Turner." Nega-Timmy seethed with such raw anger and vitriol than he began to take on a red glow.

A/N: Ohoho, bet you weren't expecting that plot development, I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter with all of its meaty and plotty goodness.