To my fellow Fairly OddParents fans: you're gonna love this. Even if you hate Foop. I personally love him, but I know a lot of people don't. Also, why haven't we heard from Foop's parents in years? I miss them!

Expect FOP-style humor alongside the normal humor I put in this fic. I've named the FOP universe "Dimension 110" because it's the birthday of Butch Hartman, the creator of FOP.

Chapter Twenty: A Fairly Odd Crossover

Dimension 110

Lightning crashed against a blood-red sky. Huge bats, snakes with glowing eyes, spiders the size of great danes, and various other beasts roamed the landscape. In the heart of the world that sat on an enormous gray stormcloud, sat a dark castle surrounded by a dark red moat. It seemed that the most cheerful thing about the building was the sign that hung above the door.

Anti-Cosmo's Castle

Welcome - Not!

Within the castle, a blue-skinned man was in his living room, his black bat-like wings keeping him afloat as he gazed thoughtfully out his window. This man was the aforementioned Anti-Cosmo Anti-Cosma, ruler of Anti-Fairy World. (Guess what species lived there.)

The faintest sucking-sounds alerted his pointed ears, and he turned to see his son drinking from his magic baby bottle. Anti-Fairy infants stayed a distinct shape until they grew their humanoid bodies at the age of five. Anti-Poof "Foop" Anti-Cosma was a cube with arms and legs. He took his bottle out of his mouth and asked, "Whatcha looking at, Father?" before popping the nipple back in and drinking more of his milk.

"Foop," Anti-Cosmo began, his British accent as thick as ever, "have you ever heard of an interdimensional rift?"

Foop removed the bottle from his mouth. He also had a British accent but not nearly as thick as his father's. "Hold that thought. Burp me." Anti-Cosmo rolled his lime-green eyes and, with a small smile, wrapped arms his son and patted his back. The infant let out a huge belch before pulling away. "Now, to answer your question, Father, I have heard of rifts. They appear randomly throughout the multiverse, sucking things in and sending them off to whatever dimension the rift is connected to."

Proud of his only child's knowledge, Anti-Cosmo smiled wider. "Correct." He held a four-fingered hand out towards the window. "Gaze outside, son."

Violet eyes sparkling with child-like curiosity, Foop flew up to the window and looked around. "What am I looking at? I don't see anything- Sweet home Alabama!" He grinned and pressed his square face against the glass. "I see a swirly thing! What is it? Is it some sort of helpless creature? If so, can I kill it with fire?"

Anti-Cosmo laughed. Oh, what he wouldn't give to once again have the innocence of a child. He looked down at the rift, its imperfect circle spiralling in the very center of his herb garden. "The 'swirly thing,' my boy, is not a living creature, but a rift."

Foop's eyes widen with wonder as he removed his face from the glass to gaze up at his father. "A rift? A real rift? I've never seen one before! Of course, I'm only nine months old, so there's probably a lot I haven't seen. Can I touch it? I'm gonna touch it."

"Oh, no," Anti-Cosmo chided, grabbing Foop by the ear and stopping him from flying off to touch it. "If you get too close, then you'll end up in another dimension. And, how the heck would you get home from there?"

Foop rolled his eyes. "I'd either go back through the rift or poof myself home. Duh."

"No, you wouldn't. Rifts close the moment something goes through them. And, your magic isn't nearly developed enough to take you to and from another world." Foop scowled. "I'm sorry, son, but it is far too dangerous. You will not, under any circumstances, go near that rift. Have I made myself clear?"

Foop crossed his arms in defeat and grudgingly said, "Yes, Father."

Anti-Cosmo nodded. He didn't want to ruin his son's thirst for knowledge, but Anti-Cosmo knew from experience that interdimensional rifts were extremely unpredictable. The last thing he wanted was his only child ending up in a world of things that would give even an anti-fairy nightmares. "Very good. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a meeting to attend." With that, he raised his wand. Its black, star-shaped top glowed and poofed him away.

Foop looked back outside and glanced down at the rift. Yeah, he was definitely going to touch it.

Dimension 52

Violet had listened intently when her parents had told her about the ShimmerFlame. Her mother had tried to sugarcoat everything (as usual), but her father was rather blunt about the facts (as usual). The seven-year-old had played it off like she wasn't scared, but as soon as she was alone in her room, she stood in front of a wall, stared at it, and rethought everything.

At her age, she had assumed that the most dangerous thing in her life was whatever her father was currently studying. She'd never imagined that she would be the most dangerous thing in her life (as cliche as that sounds). If the ShimmerFlame was as scary as it sounded… Well, her mother and Tad said that they would help her, but that didn't mean she wasn't terrified at the prospect. What if she hurt someone? What if she went bonkers and couldn't stop?

A scream from outside jolted her back to reality. Something knocked her face-first into the pile of clothes she still hadn't put away. Violet tried flip herself over but only managed to get herself even more tangled. Her large eyes peered up and found the most likely attacker, who must have flown in from her open window.

The creature was smaller than she was. It looked like a floating blue cube with arms and legs. It black wings beat frantically as its scared purple eyes flitted around her bedroom.

"Okay, okay, Foop." Its deep voice made her assume it was a boy, though she still wasn't sure what species it was. "You're in another dimension, and you can't poof yourself home. Man, I hate when my dad's right. Which is often!" He took in a deep breath. "Okay. I need to calm down. Or, take out my frustration on some random stranger. Whichever comes first." He spotted Violet, who had finally untangled herself. A wicked grin spread over his mouth, showcasing sharp canine teeth. Feigning nonchalance, Violet walked slowly to her door, only to jump back in shock when the creature appeared in a puff of gray smoke in front of the door. "Hey, stranger," he greeted way too casually.

Violet stepped back, wishing that she had developed a power that would actually help her right now. "Who-Who are you?"

"My friends call me Foop. But, I have no friends… So, call me Foop." He held up the baby bottle he'd been holding. "And, this is my magic ba-ba. It can do bad things to you." Before her eyes, the bottle turned into a mallet, which he raised high. "Like this!"

Just as he was about to hit her, the door flew open, slamming Foop into the wall with a startled yelp. Violet's father looked around the room.

"Thought I heard someone else in here," Ford explained.

He started when he heard a muffled, "Get this door off of me!"

Ford closed the door and raised an eyebrow at dazed creature behind it. He'd never seen a being like it before. Were it not for the bat-like wings and blue skin tone, he would have mistaken it for a fairy baby. Assuming it was a baby, despite its black goatee.

Violet pointed at it accusingly. "He tried to whack me!"

The creature narrowed its large eyes. "Well, well, well. It seems I'm not the only serial tattler in this dimension."

"Who are you?" Ford asked, deciding to ignore the comment.

The probably-baby rolled its eyes, as if the answer should have been obvious. "I am the bad boy of the bassinets. The dark harbinger of the doom time. The next of kin to an evil overlord. The son of a woman who may or may not be inbred. I'm not sure-"

"He told me his name's Foop," Violet interrupted.

"Hey!" Foop whined. "I haven't finished my introduction!"

Starclops swung the door open, and Foop once again was thrown into the wall. "Hey, guys! I just saw a dead rat floating in a bucket!" Foop groaned, and Starclops closed the door. "Whoops! Sorry, man. You alright?"

Foop looked on the very edge of consciousness. "Ugh. A-Am I dead? It's difficult to tell, since I'm already blue. Passing out now." He promptly fell to the floor.

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This crossover is going somewhere. I apologize if you didn't catch the FOP references. There'll probably be more of them, but you don't have to catch them to figure out what's going on. Review!