I was gonna cram this episode into two parts, but I realized that this part would be really long. So, three parts, it is!

Pacify Her (Part Two)

Out on the very edge of Anti-Fairy World, there was a small colony of Xye. Though most Xye were dangerous and bloodthirsty, there were a handful that were more benevolent. Still bloodthirsty, but less dangerous. Their houses were small, barely big enough for a family of three. And, the Diablo's were a family of four. Still, Brenda and Bryson loved their tiny house and didn't mind its size. (Brenda called it cozy. Bryson called it comfortably cramped.) Right now, their parents were out hunting, and the twins had the house to themselves.

The two had various art supplies sprawled across the hardwood floor, a Bunsen is a Beast marathon playing on the TV. As Brenda cut up a sheet of paper and laughed at the titular beast's animated antics, her brother tapped on her shoulder. Brenda glanced at him and snorted.

"I bedazzled my face!" Bryson announced, grinning like an idiot and pointing at his fake-jewel encrusted face.

Brenda shook her head good-naturedly. "Bryson, you are so weird."

A crash immediately silenced their laughter. Instinct took over, and they snarled and raced to the kitchen, where the sound was coming from. Before they got very far, they heard familiar voices and relaxed.

"I can't believe you just broke the window!"

"You gots a better plan?"

"It's called knocking, you twit!"

To their surprise, Foop's parents were now floating in the kitchen. Anti-Wanda was holding a baseball, and Anti-Cosmo looked extremely annoyed with her.

Bryson, ever the cheerful one, rubbed the fake gems off his face and ran up and hugged the adults, making Anti-Wanda drop her bat. "Foop's mom and dad! What a wonderful surprise!"

Anti-Cosmo scowled and tried to wiggle out of his grasp. "Unhand us, you heathen!" Bryson let go, and Anti-Cosmo straightened his blazer. "Just tell us if our son is here so that we can leave and never come back."

"Foop's not here, Mr. Anti-Cosma," Brenda replied, suddenly worried for her square friend. "We haven't seen him since school."

Bryson shrugged. "Why'd you think he'd be here?"

Anti-Wanda glared daggers at her husband. "Go on. Tell them. Tell them 'bout the stupid thing ya done did. Go on, now."

Anti-Cosmo bit back a scathing retort - mostly to hide his own guilt - and his phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out and looked at the collar ID. His pulse picked up in a strange mix of nervousness and relief. "It-It's Foop!" He immediately answered.

Whenever Foop was mad, he liked to take out his frustrations on some pathetic human. So, he was quite happy to see his old pals, Dark Laser and Denzel Crocker, picking on some of the latter's students. They would make things more fun. Although, he'd tried to hide how hurt he was, he either wasn't very good at it, or his friends were more perceptive than he thought. Probably the former, considering that one of them talked to a toy like it was alive, and one had a hairless cat named Girlfriend. Seriously, Foop had friends his own age now. Why did he still hang out with those weirdos?

Anyway, when they'd tried to push him to tell them what was wrong, a quick warning blast from his ba-ba had shut them up quite nicely. Now they were sitting in Crocker's bedroom (aka, the man's mother's basement), pondering who to mess with.

Foop flew back and forth, pacing as he sifted through his options. "I was thinking of annihilating Timmy Turner or Chloe Carmichael, but I target them all the time. I need a fresh face to take out my frustration on. Do you guys have anyone you can't stand?"

Laser hummed in thought. "Well, I do have an enemy named Lucas Aircrawler. But, he lives in a galaxy far, far away. What about you, Flipsie?" He asked his...toy dog, which was on the floor next to him. "Any enemies for Foop to take his aggression out on?" Flipsie flipped, which was really the only thing that stupid toy ever did. Laser laughed. "Oh, you're right. Who care ever hate someone as cute as you?"

"I can think of a few people," Foop deadpanned.

Crocker waved his hand enthusiastically. "Oh! I know someone we could destroy! Her name is Mary Alice Doombringer. She once stole my job in order to track down children who had FAIRY GODPARENTS! I would very much like to get some well-deserved revenge."

"Sounds good to me!" Foop decided. "By the way, I noticed when you spazzed just now that you're sitting on my phone."

Frowning, Crocker reached underneath him and, lo and behold, pulled out a skull-shaped cellphone. "So, I am."

Foop crossed his arms. "You better not have butt-dialed anyone."

Crocker glanced at the small screen, noticed that the caller ID read "Father," said, "Nope. Definitely didn't butt-dial anyone," and hung up the phone.

"Mary Alice Doombringer?" Anti-Cosmo pondered the name. "Never heard of her."

Suddenly, Bryson was gripping his shoulders and shaking him in a panic. "Doombringer!? AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"

"Let go of me, you imbecile!" Anti-Cosmo snapped before pushing the child to the floor. "Seriously, do you even know what personal space is?"

Anti-Wanda cleared her throat. "Kids, do y'all know this here Doom-bringin' lady?"

Brenda shivered. "Oh, do we ever. She's horrible! She kills magical creatures for, like, no reason at all. She nearly killed our parents, once."

"And, Xye aren't easy to kill," Bryson added, standing back up, "so you know she knows what she's doing."

"Are you telling me," Anti-Cosmo realized with dread, "that my son is going to go after a ruthless killer?"

Anti-Wanda froze. "Wait. He do what?"

"Go after?" Brenda repeated, shaking her head harshly. "Oh, no no no no no! You don't go after Doombringer. She goes after you, and when she catches you-" Bryson mimed choking, made some weird gagging sounds, clutched his heart with a sharp gasp, and to the floor with his tongue dangling from his mouth. "Yeah," his twin pointed to him, "that pretty much sums it up."

Panicked, Anti-Wanda grabbed her husband shook him harshly, shouting, "What do we do? What do we do?"

She let go of him, when he snapped, "Will everyone stop shaking me, so I can think!?" Straightening his blazer again, Anti-Cosmo said more calmly than he felt, "Brenda, Bryson, you kids sound like you know this woman. Can you tell us how to find her? If we find her, we're sure to find Foop."

"We know she lives in some town called Dimmsdale-" Bryson started.

"Of course, she does," Anti-Cosmo muttered.

"-but we don't know the exact address."

"But, if we all put our heads together," Brenda added, "then surely we can figure out-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Anti-Cosmo interrupted, because he loathed where this was going. "'We' are myself and my wife. If you kids think you're included in this alleged 'we,' then you are a few lives short of a black cat."

Anti-Wanda pulled him to the other end of the room, saying to the Xye, "Will y'all excuse us?"

"Tick tock," Brenda warned. "The longer we stand here, the more likely it is that Foop's been turned into a paper weight."

"Actually, he'd probably make a good paper weight," Bryson stated. "He's got a nice shape for it, and-"

"You're not helping." She grabbed her brother's wrist and dragged him to the front door. "Come on. We're not waiting for them to save Foop."

Brenda glanced back at the adults. "But, how are they gonna find Doombringer without us?"

"They're grown-ups. They'll figure it out."

While the twins snuck out, Anti-Wanda scolded her husband, "I hate it when you do this!"

But, Anti-Cosmo just shrugged helplessly. "Do what? What am I doing?"

"You're letting your dark little past life cloud your judgement! The twins can help!"

Anti-Cosmo started to roll his eyes, but then he realized that he and his wife were suddenly the only people in the room. "Um, Anti-Wanda-"

"'Anti-Wanda" nothing! They know where this Doombringer is, so they can help us."

"But-"

"It don't matter what kind of critters they are. They're Foop's friends. They're sweet kids, and not all Xye are monsters-"

"For smoke's sake, woman, they aren't even here!"

"Of course, they aren't here, dum-dum! They- Uh…" Anti-Wanda turned around and peered all around the empty kitchen. "Holy cornbread! They vanish-ified! Now, how are we gonna find our boy?"

Anti-Cosmo hummed in thought. "Well, there's probably something in my spell book that can help us."

With that he poofed them back to the castle to grab his spell book.

Only to find that it was nowhere to be found.

To Be Continued...

Anyone else miss Doombringer? They played off her episode like she would come back, but she never did. Well, she'll be back in Part Three! Review!