Chaos Unleashed – Chapter 8

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.

I am extremely sorry about not updating recently, just had some issues to take care of, school and whatnot. I will resume my normal updating schedule now, don't worry!

Enjoy you guys!

Nega-Timmy's head spun with the possibilities available to him for seeking his dastardly revenge. The stolen dark energy he possessed spilled over into his facial features, his eyes taking on a red tinge. Dark magic had many a benefit compared to its normal counterpart, namely the ability to blink and shape-shift without needing a wand to conduct the magic. The magic was unstable at best, but the capabilities were endless so long they weren't abused. Unfortunately, Nega-Timmy wasn't one for having the virtue of self-control or patience.

"So many possibilities and so little time to commit to them, such a pity really…" Nega-Timmy said as he spat at the ground in contempt.

'Now, for the trivial matter of finding the school to which my counterpart goes to...'

He began walking down the street in search of a police officer and when he spotted one he immediately grabbed him by the collar and forcefully pulled him into an abandoned side street.

"Hey, what do you think you're doing?" The officer said as he tried to escape from his grasp.

"What am I doing? I'm just helping myself to a pinch of your soul, you don't mind, now do you?" Nega-Timmy asked advancing towards the man with a malicious grin, soon to be leaving the man grasping at his throat in pain.

Nega-Timmy took on the bodily form of the police officer, having committed his physical makeup to memory, which would allow him to shape-shift into the officer when he needed to do so.

Before leaving, he administered some of his magic in the form of an amnesiac to help the officer forget what happened in the alleyway. He exited the alleyway and continued to walk down the street. He asked a man passing by for directions to the school.

"Sir! Do you mind directing me towards the local high school; I seem to have gotten lost." He said unconvincingly to the mountain of a man standing before him.

The man looked at him with a bit of skepticism before answering the question.

"Sure! If you take a left on that main street right there and then head straight until you hit King Boulevard, you should be able to see it from there." The man said, pointing towards the main street in question.

"I thank you for your co-operation, civilian." Nega-Timmy said awkwardly, not yet accustomed to casual speech and slang.

Walking down the street casually, Nega-Timmy began to notice a small pain in his lower leg, something he automatically assumed to be a side-effect of his most recent forceful acquisition of magic. The school was now in his line of view and he simply sighed in content, as he was getting closer to victory with each step.

"Oh Timmy Turner, I'm coming for you and you being the imbecile you are, won't notice a single thing until it's too late." Nega-Timmy said with a maniacal laugh.

Nega-Timmy took on the form of a freshman student and began to wait on campus for school to begin, to set his malicious plan into motion.

Timmy Turner awoke in bed, his entire body pulsating with pain due to his counterpart messing with magic again. Even with the entire weekend to rest, he still ached as if the incident had just happened yesterday.

"Why did this have to happen to me?" He asked his godparents, wincing from the pain as he tried to stand for the first time in 3 days.

"To be fair, if you hadn't made that wish a couple of years back, he wouldn't exist and you wouldn't be racked with pain on a Monday morning, sport." Wanda pointed out all-knowingly.

"Yeah you do have a point Wanda, but the situation is still a bit strange, what does my counterpart want to do with magic?" Timmy asked, remembering what Jorgen told him about caring for his friends.

"Well if he does possess magic, he has access to the same powers we do, but his magic will be slightly more unstable." Wanda explained.

"Unstable? What exactly do you mean by unstable?" Timmy said, sweat visible on his brow.

"Well, if unstable magic is overused, it can backfire on the user, potentially injuring them fatally." Wanda explained further.

"So does that mean if he manages to kill himself with magic, I could potentially die as well?"

"Not exactly, but you'll be in so much you pain that you'll wish you were dead." Cosmo added nervously.

"You couldn't possibly have told me this before?!" Timmy yelled in a state of nervous panic.

"Well, we didn't really want to worry you while you were resting in bed sport; we're just acting in your best interests." Wanda said unconvincingly.

"Never-mind that, what day is today?" Timmy asked, rubbing his head as if it would make his headache go away.

"It's Monday, and you have school today." Cosmo said sheepishly.

"Oh right; I wish I was dressed and ready for school!" Timmy exclaimed.

Timmy got up from bed, now fully dressed thanks to his wish. He trudged down the stairs begrudgingly, to eat some breakfast before he was off to yet another day of school. His entire body pulsated with pain, but he would get to see his friends, so he persevered through the pain. He sat down at the table, greeted his parents as his Mother put down a plate that consisted of eggs, toast and a glass of orange juice. He quickly ate his breakfast, grabbed his school materials and headed out the door to catch the school bus.

Unluckily, as he reached the bus stop the bus was already departing and there was no hope of catching up or telling the driver to stop. He plopped down onto the sidewalk in defeat.

"I wish I was at school!" Timmy wished, suddenly appearing on the front steps of the school.

Making sure that there was no one around to witness his most recent act of magic, he sat down on the front steps, waiting for the school bus to arrive. A kid he didn't exactly recognize began to walk up to him and struck up a conversation.

"Hey there! My name's Jonathan, it's nice to meet you!" The kid said, slightly too excited.

Of course Jonathan was merely just one of Nega-Timmy's latest disguises, not that Timmy would ever realize of course.

'So he still has those insolent fairies to act as bodyguards, he appeared from thin air!' Nega-Timmy thought.

"Hey my name's Timmy, are new to this school by chance? I've never seen you around these parts." Timmy asked skeptically.

"I just moved in from another state, my parents thought that it would be a good idea to get to school early and meet some new people I guess." Jonathan lied.

"Well if you want to hang out with me and my friends, I guess that's fine." Timmy replied as the bus arrived at the school.

Timmy saw all the people pile out of the bus, including some upperclassmen and his friends. He saw Tootie wave to him to come over, so he asked Jonathan if we wanted to come over and meet his group of friends. Jonathan quickly said yes and they both began to walk over to Timmy's group of friends.

"Hey everyone, I'd like to introduce you guys to Jonathan, he's new to school and to Dimmsdale so I told him he could hang out with us and get to know Dimmsdale a bit."

"Hey Jonathan, welcome to Dimmsdale!" Tootie said with a smile.

"Yeah, welcome to Dimmsdale." Chester and A.J said indifferently.

Timmy realized that his gaze had wandered towards Tootie so he looked away in embarrassment as he talked to his friends about Talent Show rehearsals.

"So Chester and A.J, you guys know rehearsal for the talent show is tomorrow right?"

"I hope we're going to rehearse at your house Timmy, because my trailer is way too small and A.J's parents hate music." Chester responded.

"I second that notion!" A.J said with a laugh.

"So I guess we have to practice in my garage then?" Timmy said weakly.

"I don't see why not Timmy, it's not like your parents are very strict or anything." A.J responded as the bell rang for first period.

Jonathan merely observed Timmy and his friends making conversation, to try to get an upper hand on the poor boy.

"After all, knowledge is power and power leads to victory…"

Nega-Timmy noticed how his counterpart interacted with his friends, and even caught him staring at the girl he called Tootie.

"So you have a crush on the girl eh, Turner? We shall have to see how I use my newfound advantage to further my goals."

"After all, life is merely a game and those who succeed at it are the ones who stop at nothing to obtain what they want."

"Ugh, I sound insane spouting this drivel, perhaps I should stop while I'm ahead." Jonathan contemplated as he followed Timmy and his friends inside.

Timmy was having his doubts about this new kid in school, from observing him he seemed very shy and out of place in a very peculiar way. Jonathan didn't talk much and merely observed what was going on around him. In a way he seemed very interested in obtaining information, seemingly dropping into everyone's conversations casually.

"I can't quite place where I've seen it before, but I've seen those red tinged eyes before somewhere."

"Am I over-thinking this? Surely my fairies would've told me if they knew something was wrong, right?"

"Oh well, I guess I better get working on my assignment again before Mr. Crocker tries to make an example of me again for daydreaming." Timmy thought as he returned to writing his essay.

The class period went by quickly and as Timmy exited the classroom, Tootie stopped him to ask him something.

"Hey Timmy?" Tootie asked with a worried look on her face.

"Yeah?" He responded.

"Do you notice anything strange about the new kid?" She asked quietly, as if someone was listening in on the conversation.

"What do you mean by that?" Timmy responded.

"Well I saw him walking by in the halls, mumbling something about his leg hurting." She responded, concerned.

"If his leg hurts, he should probably go to the nurse, it's none of my concern." Timmy said with a shrug.

"I think you should go find him anyways, just to make sure that he's okay, please?" Tootie said with a pout, instantly making Timmy's defenses crumble.

"Fine, but you owe me a favor some other time." Timmy said as he pointed a finger at her half-jokingly.

"Sure, I'll see you in 8th period Timmy!" Tootie said as she grabbed her books and went off to her next class.

"Stupid Jonathan kid, and curse Tootie for making a jumble of my brain." Timmy said, grumbling on his way to the gym.

Timmy opened the door without a sound and witnessed Jonathan mumbling to himself, going on a rant about how Francis was going to regret something. From the sound of things, Francis had picked on him in the halls.

"Hey Jonathan!" Timmy called out.

Jonathan begrudgingly began walking over to Timmy.

'Timmy Turner is proving to be more of an intrusion than expected, something I must remedy in the future.' Nega-Timmy thought as he brandished an incredibly fake grin.

"Yes?" Jonathan replied innocently.

"Is there something wrong? Someone told me you were down here, I was just wondering if you were alright?" Timmy asked in mock concern.

"Oh yes I'm fine, but I meant to ask you if you could show me around the town, so I can get acquainted with everyone." Jonathan responded, equally unconcerned for him.

"Sure, just meet me at the bus stop after school's out." Timmy said.

'Wonderful, he doesn't suspect a thing and I get to stake out his house on the way.' Nega-Timmy thought, desperately trying to maintain his rapidly deteriorating physical appearance.

The pain from the magic use was beginning to drive Nega-Timmy mad, staying in this form as Jonathan was beginning to take a toll on him mentally and physically. His body was racked with pain, visible on his facial features.

'What has this magic done to me?' Nega-Timmy thought as he ran out of the gym, wincing with pain.

"I'll see you after school Timmy!" Nega-Timmy said, while running out.

"Why did he leave all of a sudden?" Timmy asked himself, shrugging.

Timmy noticed that Jonathan had left a piece of paper behind in his escape, seemingly torn from a journal if the jagged edges of the page meant anything. He took one look at the page and almost dropped in from shock.

In sloppily written cursive the words 'They took away my sweet dreams and began to haunt my nightmares...' were written.

"There's something very strange about this kid, and I'm going to get to the bottom of this." Timmy promised himself, leaving the gym.

A/N: Again, I am so very, very sorry about the time it took me to update, finals week at college is very stress filled and I entirely forgot about this until now. I'm not sure if I should refer to him as Nega-Timmy all the time or as Jonathan to avoid confusion.