The Rebron Darkness: Timmy in Peril

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"Darkness is only driven out with light, not more darkness."

Timmy gasped.

The skin of Darkness was so very cold. A giant glacier stuck in a frozen sea.

So, this was the essence of the Darkness' soul.

Timmy felt a lump in his throat as he moved deeper in....

Silence.

Other then the screams the Darkness constantly heard in his ears, pure silence.

And the constant name chanted out....

"Timmy Turner..."

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Healing took time.

But Timmy would do it, no matter how long he spent in the Monster's heart.....

No, wait. Monster was not a good word. He didn't like that word at all.

What would've Cosmo said said? Timmy could imagine....

Big, scary, hulking figure of death that drew in everything and everyone in its sight for one small boy, who also sent eliminators out to plague the

townsfolk, but other then that, a lovely chap....

Timmy smiled, but the smile but quickly wiped away in a second.

Wow....was it cold in here.

A frenzy of strange emotions was swirling in a maelstrom of activity in the Darkness' stomach. This boy, this strange creation of light, why did he

find a monster like him so intriguing? Yes, he believed he was a monster. He was the Boogey Man waiting in your dark closet or under your bed.

He was the reason little children woke up in cold sweats at night, alone in their room. His eyes could be seen in every drop of blood, his voice

evident in every blood-curdling scream....

Every soul he had ever come across was terrified of him, and not one didn't beg to be spared. If they could find their voice at all.

Although it was relieving to have the warmth there at last...

The Darkness couldn't help but wonder.

What was he trying to do, exactly?

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Timmy shuddered.

The Darkness should rent this place out for Halloween parties. Awesome location, except it literally did scare you to death....

No light....no hope....

Kind of like Crocker's classroom!

What was that song Cosmo had made up that one day?

I've been sitting in detention,

Since the end of school.

I've been sitting in detention,

Just because I broke a rule....

Throwing meatballs in the lunchroom,

Wasn't wise, I fear.

I was aiming for the trash can,

Not my teacher's....

They had all rolled on the floor laughing at that one....

Timmy's stomach felt odd as he moved deeper in.

Wanda's cooking.....a bit like his Mother's.

Only better.

Timmy still remembered that one time Timmy's mother, Roxanne, had charmingly dropped off lemon squares at the school bake sale.

Three kids had been writhing on the ground, shrieking, holding their stomachs, claiming they'd gone deaf...

....and one kid told Timmy that everything he ate still tasted lemony.

Sort of like Wanda's Homemade Marshmallow Delights at the next sale. People were actually able to choke it down, gagging only a little bit before

they rushed to the trash can.

Poof and Timmy had sat under the table, and simply ate all the leftover raw cookie dough....

Oh....the stomachache that had followed....but it was so goooooood....

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The Darkness convulsed.

Timmy was.....doing something strange......

Chocolate and cream and milk and honey and strawberries and oranges and almonds and all things that could possible taste smooth and creamy

and tangy played at his senses.....

Yummy.

Delicious and exquisite and Yum....

Timmy paused.

This was the deepest chasm. He was sure of it.

He gulped....

And jumped in.

He could see it.

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If he really did have any sight.

Chaos.

Chaos burned wildly into the young boy's soul, cackling in the silencesilencesilence.....

Writhing in the shadows, twisting and turning as the manacles only clenched tighter....

And more painfully.....

No where to go, No where at all....

Maybe all he was seeing he was making up so that he didn't go insane.

As every fiber of Timmy's being screamed for release and the tears continued to fall like quicksilver....

The Darkness conscious turned to abrupt horror.

NO!

The deepest recess of his dark soul....

THEY WERE GOING TO DESTROY TIMMY!

No.

No!

This wasn't happening!

THIS WAS NOT HAPPENING!

Convulsing and writhing against the sky, the people below watched, breathless.

Wanda's eyes filled with tears as Poof sobbed into her shoulder.

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Wanda holding him tightly when he'd had a nightmare.

Wanda tucking him in and assuring that there was always a tommorow to wipe away pain of the past.

Wanda's nagging and her overprotectiveness....

As Timmy sank in deeper, his heart glimmered faintly.

Cosmo.

Wanda.

Poof.

Mark.

Mom.

Dad.

Chester.

AJ.

Elmer.

Sanjay....

There was still so much left.....even in this cruel world.

There was Crocker, Vicky, Dark Laser, the Eliminators....

...but that was a cross to bear in the ride.

No. Timmy wasn't giving up just yet.

The Darkness had asked for his help-and he was going to give it to it, or die trying.

And, as he slowly rose, the glimmer turning into a spark, a spark to a flame....

...a flame to a inferno....

And the world exploded in a fireball of light.

The Darkness screamed, as every pore was now alight with light....

Beautiful, glorious, sweet light, once that spoke of Family.

Friends.

And for some odd reason, meatballs and detention....

The Darkness completely handed itself over to the new sensation, heart accelerating....

Timmy, acting as the spore of light, currently BEING his heart....

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Moonlight and sunlight and starlight was teeming and swirling and swallowing him up and making him whole again, if he had ever indeed been

so....

Hold me, little one. My little light..... Hold me and make me warm.

I'm not as cold as some might think.....

"TIMMY!"

The sky exploded with brilliance, causing people to gasp and to drive their eyes away for relief....

Cosmo staggered up, eyes huge.

"Timmy...."

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I just needed that one soul, that one light that could understand me.

That one light that could give me the warmth that you are now.

You understand me, I fascinate you.

You are not afraid of me.....

And Timmy complied, own heart exploding as it filled with intense, overwhelming luster....

....and abruptly stopped beating.

Wanda, Poof, Cosmo, Mom, Dad, Mark-all of Timmy's friends-looked up as their hearts skipped a beat.

Something was wrong.

Something was very wrong.....

The Darkness disappated to rejoin the Kindness....

But there was one dark trace left.

One of mourning.....

Staring at Timmy's lifeless body, the trace stared at the limp figure on the warm stone, flesh flushed, a smile still on his face.

A howl of grief sounded from the final trace as Timmy's loved ones rushed forwards to the hilltops....

One that made them run faster.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!