DGG: Oh my...Well, as one of my reviewers pointed out, Anti-Cosmo is exceptionally evil in my story. After I read that review, I proofread this chapter and was like...holy crap. So...I find it fair to warn you, you may not like it so much. If you didn't like Anti-Cosmo before, you CERTAINLY will not like him in this chapter. Keep in mind that I do love Timmy...poor poor Timmy. It's a sad/horrifying kind of chapter...so...read at your own caution here.

Wanda turned around to find Anti-Cosmo leaning against the nursery wall.

"Why are you back?" demanded Wanda.

"Well, I realized that when I was here earlier, I completely forgot to see how Poof was doing. So I'm just checking up on him. Looks like everything's going along quite nicely," he smiled deviously towards the baby in the tub; Wanda moved in between them defensively. "No, I don't think Cosmo will be coming home to both of you nor do I think that Timmy will be accompanying him when he does return."

Wanda blinked, "What?"

"The temperature spike is the last symptom before he crumbles into nothingness. You'll be lucky if your son lasts through the night. And I'm going to see to it that Timmy will never come home again. I'll see you later…but not too much later!"

"What? No!"

The evil anti-fairy gave a small, yet sinister laugh before disappearing from the mother's sight.

"Tim…my," Poof coughed from the tub as tears started pouring down his cheeks.

"I have to tell Cosmo," Wanda frantically pulled out her wand and stared into the star. "Cosmo! Cosmo, please answer me! Cosmo!"

Suddenly Cosmo's face appeared within the star's yellow surface.

"What's the matter?" he asked anxiously. "Is it Poof? Is he okay?"

"Don't worry about Poof! He's fine! But Anti-Cosmo is on his way to Timmy. I don't know what he's going to do, but just be on the lookout!"

"He's going to the hospital?" blinked Cosmo.

"As far as I know."

"Well, we're not there yet. So he won't be able to find us," the fairy spoke happily.

"That doesn't matter! If he shows up before you do, then I'm sure he'll just wait for you! Please be on guard. Don't let him near Timmy!"

"You can count on me, Wanda. Don't worry," he smiled, and the male disappeared from the wand's smooth surface.

The Turners arrived at the hospital within ten minutes of leaving the house due to Timmy's father's crazy driving. It was actually a wonder as to how they all arrived there in one piece. Currently, Timmy was undergoing a series of tests to determine the cause of his pain – the star was still invisible to all human-adults' eyes. Mr. and Mrs. Turner were sitting in the waiting room in each other's arms completely worried. Cosmo, however, was cleverly disguised as a little green wall spider in the examination room so he could keep an eye on his godson. So far, there had been no sign of Anti-Cosmo at all. Actually, it had been about twenty minutes since Wanda called, and Cosmo was starting to doubt that the anti-fairy was even going to show up at all. Nonetheless, he stayed close to Timmy's side just in case.

A few more minutes passed before the doctor walked out into the waiting room to Timmy's worried parents.

"Oh, Doctor Baxter," Mrs. Turner stood up.

"Do you have any news on Timmy?" asked Mr. Turner.

"Well, Mr. and Mrs. Turner, we still can't find anything medically wrong with your son," he answered.

"So…what are you saying?" asked the brunette female. "That he's just faking this?"

"No, of course not. I'm fairly certain there's something seriously wrong with your son; however, we can't figure out what's going on with him."

"Egad! If you can't figure out what's wrong, then who can?" exclaimed Mr. Turner.

"I assure you we'll keep him here until we find out what's truly going on. He keeps holding his side, but there's nothing wrong with it. We're running some blood tests right now as we speak."

Meanwhile, in the examination room, Cosmo transformed back into a fairy and hovered by his godson's side.

"Hey, Timmy. How are you holding up?" he asked.

"I've…been better," Timmy grunted.

"Well, I wish there was a way you could feel better."

"I'd…wish for that too…except I know that…nothing can…help me," Timmy attempted a smile. Cosmo flashed him a weak one.

"Well, at least Anti-Cosmo hasn't shown up here."

"Anti-Cosmo?" blinked Timmy. "Why would he…be here?"

"To make things worse, of course," the anti-fairy himself answered.

The two turned their attention to the other side of the room to find Anti-Cosmo slink out of the shadows.

"To save you the trouble of asking, I've been here the entire time. I just thought it would be fun to watch the doctors struggle to find what ails you, Timothy. And I was right! Watching them unknowingly waste their time on you was a great way to spend my time!" he laughed.

Cosmo rushed towards his opposite and pointed his wand at him threateningly.

"You stay away from my godson!"

The navy-blue male smirked, "Oh, Cosmo. You're magic is no match for my disease. If you want me to go through you first, I'd be more than obliged to infect you with The Mark and then move on."

The fairy's eyes widened in both shock and realization. He never thought about that. Anti-Cosmo could just point his wand and fire out the virus; however, he couldn't let the anti-fairy do anything else to harm Timmy. Unfortunately, while he was thinking about all this, he lowered his wand. The young brunette saw this and his jaw dropped.

"Cosmo?" he squeaked.

"I didn't think you would give up so easily," blinked Anti-Cosmo. "But no matter. It just makes my job all the easier."

"Huh?" Cosmo snapped back to reality.

"Excuse me, Cosmo, but I have an important date with Timothy over there."

"No. You're not going anywhere."

Anti-Cosmo pulled out his black wand and pointed it in the green fairy's face.

"I'm not afraid to infect you and leave Wanda all alone in this world. The only question is are you willing to risk your life for your godchild and bring even more pain to your dear wife? Or will you just let me attack Timothy? He's doomed anyways. Plus you'll be alive and well, so you can comfort poor Wanda when both your son and godson die."

"Cosmo," the fairy turned his attention to the boy behind him. "Cosmo…don't sacrifice yourself…for me. I…already sacrificed…myself…for Wanda."

"But, Timmy, I can't let him hurt you!"

"If…The Mark…is going…to kill me any…ways, just…let him…attack me."

"You're a very brave little boy. Brave, or very foolish," said Anti-Cosmo.

"I…I can't let…you…hurt my god-family…anymore…than…you already…have."

"How noble of you. I'll remember that while I'm attacking you and destroying Fairy World! Move out of the way, Cosmo!"

The Anti-Fairy shoved the green-haired male off to the side, causing him to smash into the wall on the other side of the room and knocking him out cold.

"No! Cosmo!" Timmy croaked.

"Oh, how I do enjoy being evil!"

He pointed his black wand straight at the buck-tooth boy, who held his breath with fear. After a few tense moments of anticipation, Anti-Cosmo's wand zapped a purple stream all around the boy, causing him to yell out in pain. His high-pitched cries did not go unheard by his parents in the waiting room; without hesitation, they and Doctor Baxter rushed down the hall towards Timmy's examination room.

"Timmy!" cried his mother.

"We're coming, Son!" exclaimed his father.

Anti-Cosmo ceased the attack upon hearing the two humans.

"Well, this will never do," he noted. "I'm not done torturing you yet. Well, I'll just have to fix that!"

He pointed his wand and magically locked the swinging double-doors leading into the room in place. On the other side of the door, the frantic parents crashed into the immobilized doors and fell backwards onto the floor.

"What's going on here?" demanded Mrs. Turner.

Doctor Baxter pushed and pulled as hard as he could but it was all for naught.

"MOM! DAD!" cried the young boy as his tormentor picked up where he left off.

"TIMMY!" the parents cried as they got up and started helping the doctor with the door.

"Oh, Timothy, save your breath. They won't be able to enter that doorway until I've left the room, and who knows how long that will be?"

"PLEASE! PLEASE, STOP!"

"Where's all your tough talk now, Turner?"

"HEEEELP!"

"What's going on in there?" cried Mrs. Turner.

"I don't know," answered the frantic doctor who ran off to get some help.

"SOMEONE HELP ME!" begged the boy.

"Timmy, hold on!" his father yelled through the door.

"We can't get the door open. We're doing everything we can! Just hold on, Sweetie!" exclaimed his mother.

Anti-Cosmo ceased the flow from his magic wand to look at the damage he'd caused. The boy lying on the bed before him was breathing shallowly with tears streaming down his already pale cheeks. The anti-fairy waited for a few moments before Timmy's shallow breathing became deep, haggard, and raspy. Along with his troubled breathing, the boy seemed to become as white as the sheets that covered him and was suddenly drenched in sweat. At this tiny accomplishment, the blue male began laughing maniacally. Over on the other side of the room, Timmy's godfather began to stir. He sat up with a few achy groans and began rubbing the back of his head.

"Nice of you to join us, Cosmo," the British male swung his wand around idly. "Oh how I can't wait to see the look on Wanda's face when you tell her all about poor Timmy."

"What?" Cosmo blinked and flew to his godson's side. He gasped. "What…what did you do to him?"

"Infected him with more of the virus, of course. Now Timmy's just about as bad off as your son. Speaking of which," Anti-Cosmo pulled a pocket watch from the inside of his coat, "it's about time I go check up on him again. I'll see you both later."

Cosmo stared in horror as his counterpart poofed himself out of the room. He looked down at Timmy, who seemed to be struggling with all his might to keep taking another breath. He was just about to lay a hand on the young boy's head when suddenly a mess of hospital staff crashed through the doors and onto the floor. The fairy gasped and transformed himself into a tiny, green housefly and perched himself on the wall above Timmy's head.

"Timmy!" his mother rushed to the left side of her son's bed. She gasped when she saw him. "Timmy! What happened to him? He looks terrible!"

Her husband walked up beside her and stared, mouth agape, at the state his only son was in. He then embraced his now-sobbing wife in his arms.

"What happened?" the female repeated over and over into her husband's chest.

The team of doctors rushed to Timmy's right side – each of them with a look of utter shock on their faces.

"I don't understand how this is possible," Doctor Baxter muttered with eyes wide.

"Well, you'd better figure something out soon," Mr. Turner sniffed while attempting to comfort his wife.

The doctors rushed around the young boy starting on a new array of tests. Little did they know this was just the beginning.

Back at Cosmo and Wanda's castle, the pink-haired female had finally gotten Poof to take a little nap. He was currently nestled in his crib sleeping soundly while Wanda was napping on hers and Cosmo's bed. At first she was afraid to close her eyes for fear that when she would open them again Poof would be gone; however, once she laid back and her head hit the pillow all the worries and stress seemed to leave her and she soon drifted off to sleep. About an hour had passed before Wanda found herself drifting back into reality. All the feelings and sensations of consciousness flooded back to her as she stretched and yawned. In her semi-groggy state, she completely forgot that Poof was gravely ill and drifted calmly over to his crib like she would every time she awoke from slumber. She smiled softly when she saw the baby was still sleeping peacefully.

With a tiny yawn, the purple-clad fairy opened his baby eyes slightly. He could barely move a muscle due to the extreme fatigue that was plaguing him from his illness. He was about to become irritated and upset until his worried mother brushed a soothing hand over his left cheek. Poof settled immediately, happy that his mother was near.

"It's okay, Sweetie," Wanda spoke gently. "Everything will turn out okay."

The baby mouthed the word "poof" as he was too weak to actually speak it. This brought tears to the female's eyes. She could not bear to see her son in this condition. Poof had always been so happy and carefree, so how could this have happened to him? Wanda closed her eyes in an attempt to keep the torrent of tears behind them from spilling forth. After a few terse moments she finally opened her pink orbs, but when she looked back down into the crib she noted that something was wrong with her son's face. She raised an eyebrow. It looked like a cut, but what could he have been doing that he could have cut the area right beside his right eye? The mother cocked her head a little to the right as she kept observing her son's face. It looked like a tiny cut, then again the light was low in the room – there was only a single lamp turned on by the bed behind her – so maybe it was just a tiny piece of hair. Knowing Poof had done nothing to receive a cut the latter of her thoughts won out, so she reached out her and gently wiped at the area beside Poof's eye, but to her shock found that it was not a stray piece of hair at all. Shock washed over her as she kept feeling the spot with her thumb; it was not a hair, and it did not feel like a cut. Confused she decided to take another look at this strange new marking; she withdrew her hand, but when her hand left Poof's warm, clammy skin the line beside his eye started spreading and spreading quickly!

"Poof!" cried Wanda while picking up her baby.

"Ma…ma…" he managed to squeak.

"Your face…it's…it's cracking like porcelain!"

The round fairy started coughing, spewing colorful fairy dust all over the place.

"Oh, Poof!" Wanda clutched him to her chest and patted him on the back; however, the force from her hand caused more cracks to form on the tiny baby. Completely and utterly terrified, the female fairy merely held onto him with her chin resting on top of his head.

She couldn't help it. She could no longer keep it together. Realizing this was the end for her precious baby, tears spilled ferociously from her eyes. Her sobs grew more pronounced over time as the tears splashed down on top of Poof's head and trickled down his own cheeks. Seeing his mother so upset prompted the young fairy to try and comfort her.

"Ma…ma," he gently patted her side; she looked down at him. "Ma…ma…okay."

She smiled as best she could as more and more of Poof's body seemed to be consumed by cracks.

"Ma…ma…love," Poof mustered a tiny smile.

"I…I l-love you…t-too," Wanda hugged him.

She looked down at him and they both mustered the best smiles they could; however, both smiles disappeared as quickly as they surfaced. There were multiple cracks everywhere on the baby's body by now, and the small, round fairy clenched his eyes tightly and gritted his teeth as though he were in pain. Wanda watched helplessly as the tiny baby in her arms kept suffering.

"Oh, Poof, what's the matter?" she asked.

His expression eased as he looked back up into his mother's pink eyes.

"Mama…okay."

She stared at him as his eyes began drooping more and more. She was about to embrace him once again, but before she could even make a move bright lights began pouring out of all the crevices on her son's body. It was as if a flashlight had turned on inside the young fairy. Confusion seeped through the woman's veins. Her heart was pounding and a cold sweat drenched her.

This moment seemed very familiar to her. She couldn't quite place it, but she knew it was familiar. Suddenly Wanda found herself wracking her brain. Why was this so familiar? A horrible foreboding feeling grasped her stomach as her heart rate and breathing quickened. She was just about to recall the memory she was searching for when her concentration was broken by a tiny whimper from her son. She looked back down at him; her jaw was wide as the lights shining through the baby grew stronger and brighter. Finally, Poof just went limp in her arms and horror gripped her as the baby she was holding suddenly exploded into a mist of magical, purple fairy dust. The female sat completely frozen, only taking shallow breaths. She was in so much shock just staring down into her now-empty lap that she didn't even realize that she had an uninvited guest in the room.

"Ha! Finally!" cried Anti-Cosmo.

He pointed his wand at the swirling, purple dust and sucked it all into the tip of his wand. Laughing maniacally, he could feel the immense power begin coursing through his entire system.

"Yes! YES!" he cried out in triumph finally catching Wanda's attention. "I've done it. I've done it! I've harvested Poof's pure magic! Now nothing can stop me from destroying Fairy World and taking over the universe!"

"You…monster," Wanda spat.

Anti-Cosmo smiled, coming face to face with her.

"Be sure to tell your godson 'thank-you' for me. For without him and his wish, Poof would never have existed! Now if you don't mind," the anti-fairy smacked the woman, sending her hurdling across the room only to come to a stop when she hit the bedroom wall, "I have a world to destroy!"

The last thing Wanda remembered was a sadistic laugh and a puff of smoke as the male left before she drifted out of consciousness.

DGG: Yeah...so I feel purely evil. I swear I wasn't in a dark place when I wrote this story. I actually got the idea for it while watching Harry Potter 6 oddly enough...so. I don't know. However, I do like making Anti-Cosmo evil...which I have completely succeeded at. And I love Wanda, Poof, Timmy, and Cosmo...I really, really do. I don't want to sound so cruel and evil...but I do, so there's nothing I can really say to justify any of this. HOWEVER, I'm fairly certain that NOTHING else in the rest of this story is as horrible as the contents of this chapter. There will be more tense moments, but I do believe nothing compares to this. So...throw your reviews at me. Yell, scream, rant, whatever. Um...I clearly deserve it...eek. I'm evil...