Yeah, I know there was a long wait. It couldn't be helped. Not only did I post a chapter for my "Danny Phantom" story, but I also collaborated with another writer. Check out ahilty's "Darkwing Duck" series "Negaverse Chronicles" under my favorite stories. I helped out with the latest chapter and that took up some of my time (though it was fun to write).
Now that everyone is happy about the anti-fairies and pixies being handled, I'm getting people wondering how adding Jorgen Von Strangle to the mix will turn out (I'm not even going to attempt to write his accent). Hopefully, you won't be disappointed.
Amanda couldn't help smiling now that they were back in Timmy's room, safe and sound. She halfway listened to Timmy and Norm talk, but her mind was still going over recent events. She had a lot to think about.
She was a little disappointed in herself about how scared she was before. Almost everyone else at least tried to stand up to the anti-fairies and pixies, even if they didn't have a chance. She couldn't even say a word or move. Even when they threatened to hurt Timmy and his fairies, some of her few friends, she didn't do anything. She'd been too scared and confused to even try. She never wanted to feel and act that helpless again; she never wanted to let her friends down.
It was only after she was freed from the cage and could hold the lava lamp again that she calm down enough to properly react to her surroundings. Of course, Norm was there by that point. Once he was present, she'd felt better.
She knew Norm had been mad when he appeared in that shadowy room. Some would have even considered his expression and behavior to be scary. But she couldn't. When he picked her up, he'd quietly asked Amanda two important questions. No one else could have heard his words, but they were enough to banish the remaining fear of the situation and left her completely reassured that he'd take care of everything.
He'd whispered "Are you all right?" and "Do you trust me?"
And while she might have needed to think about the first question, she'd nodded to the second without a hint of hesitation. So while he threatened the anti-fairies and pixies with everything he was capable of doing to them and remarked about what he'd done in the past under the control of other masters, she didn't feel even slightly afraid. The genie held her close, protectively, and steadily even as he spoke in a dangerous tone to them. She couldn't remember the last time someone held her, hugged her like that. As if she was the most precious thing in the world. It reminded her of the distant, faded memories of how her grandmother used to hold her before the girl grew too big for the older woman to carry. Perhaps it only made sense that his actions reminded her of Grandma; they both treated her like she mattered and they were both some of the most important people in her life.
She still felt bad that she didn't try to help Timmy and his fairies, but at least Norm fixed everything. She knew he would make everything all right. It might not always be fair to expect him to take care of all problems and dangers, but she was grateful for him.
"Hey, guess what?" announced Cosmo abruptly, peering out the window. "There's a robo-Timmy out there. He's a lot like you, Timmy. Only shinier."
"I guess we found Anti-Cosmo's decoy," the boy muttered. "What's he doing?"
"Well, he's out there with your mom and dad. He and your dad seem to be throwing black cats and toilet paper at the Dinkleburg's house while your mom watches." The fairy floated back over to his wife, "Do you think that's a new holiday tradition? Can we do that?"
Norm shrugged, "Whatever makes you wand-wavers happy. Just try to minimize the near-death experiences until after New Year's Eve." He glanced over at Amanda, "Come on, kid. It's getting late. Or early. Time to head back."
POOF!
A magical explosion of power, more like a boom than a poof, erupted in the middle of the room and sent everyone flying. Norm was tossed to the far side of the boy's bed, disappearing from view as he tumbled. The fairy family crashed against the nightstand, almost knocking their fishbowl to the ground. Timmy and Amanda ended up crashing against a wall, unharmed by the event. The girl spared a moment to ensure the lava lamp in her backpack was equally intact before turning her attention to the source of the disturbance.
Standing in the middle of the room was a tall, muscular figure. Wearing combat boots, camouflage pants, a sleeveless olive-green shirt, and a buzz cut for his white hair, he gave every impression of being part of the military or at least obsessed with giving orders while training the population into being an orderly fighting force. He looked like he could tie a boa constrictor in a knot and might even do it on the weekends for fun. The guy was built like a tank. The floating crown above his head and the long staff that Amanda didn't immediately recognize as a wand helped identify the new arrival as not a random body builder.
He was a fairy. Granted, he was a giant fairy if she compared his height to Cosmo, Wanda, or Poof, but he was apparently the same sort of magical creature. Why they were so much smaller than the fairy that looked like he stepped out of an action movie like the one's Timmy showed her, Amanda couldn't guess. He looked tough, but he didn't scare her as much as the anti-fairies or pixies. He appeared strict, not evil.
The only real question was why he'd decided to show up in Timmy's room.
"Turner," the muscular fairy boomed, his focus completely locked on the boy.
A flash of nervousness at his arrival raced through Timmy. Jorgen was here. Jorgen was here. Why was he here? After everything else that had gone wrong that day, having the toughest fairy in the universe show up wasn't fair. He quickly shoved those frightened thoughts aside. He hadn't broken Da Rules. He hadn't even ruined Christmas again. There was no reason to panic. Especially if he could keep him distracted enough not to notice Amanda's presence a short distance away and avoid a number of complicated explanations. He could do this.
"Jorgen," he greeted with what he hoped sounded like sincere friendliness, though the boy feared sounded too stilted to be natural. "Didn't expect to see you here. I don't suppose you popped by to spread holiday cheer, did you?"
"Not exactly," he answered. "I'm here because we detected something unusual. And if I've learned anything, I've learned that anything out of the ordinary will almost certainly have you in the middle of it. Especially during the holidays."
"You can't blame Timmy for everything that goes wrong," complained Wanda, distracting Jorgen momentarily and allowing the boy to gesture at Amanda to hide in his closet. The brief frown of confusion from the girl suggested she didn't understand his silent message. The pink fairy continued, "You can't assume everything is his fault."
"Though his track record does kind of speak for itself," remarked Cosmo cheerfully.
Rubbing the bridge of his nose in a familiar gesture of frustration (anyone with prolonged exposure to the green-haired fairy knew the feeling), Jorgen explained, "Look there was a huge surge of magic being used when fairies shouldn't have been able to. Not to mention any pixie or anti-fairy we had in custody just vanished. I just found out that Foop disappeared from one of our most secure cells."
"At least we're all together," smiled Anti-Wanda as her husband and son alternated between trying vainly to escape their new permanent home, shouting blame and accusations at each other, and cursing all genies to a horrible and painful fate.
"All of this adds up to trouble and I don't want to deal with another mess you've made," Jorgen continued. "I don't know how much more damage Christmas can take if you've somehow managed to cause this."
Adopting the most innocent expression possible, Timmy said, "That's crazy. How could I cause a huge amount of magic on Christmas? As for Foop being missing, maybe you should go back to Fairy World and scramble the fairies. In Fairy World. Right now."
"I do like scrambling the fairies…," he muttered before his eyes drifted in a direction Timmy had hoped they wouldn't.
His luck just wasn't with him apparently. It seemed her quiet nature and ability to fade into the background wasn't enough this time for Amanda to remain undetected. When Jorgen spotted the girl, his eyes darted from her to the cringing boy to the fairies in clear view and back to Amanda.
The muscular fairy rolled his eyes and groaned, "Seriously?"
"Jorgen, it's not what you think," began Timmy desperately, but the fairy was already going ahead with the standard operating procedure.
Slamming his massive wand against the ground, he boomed, "Timmy Turner, you have allowed your fairies to be seen. You know the consequences. I have no choice but to—"
A pillow smacked into Jorgen's face, interrupting both the formulaic speech pattern and Timmy's growing panic.
"You have no choice but to stop acting like a wand-waving moron," said Norm, floating back into view from behind the bed. "And honestly, for such a secretive bunch of freaks, I'd expect you to have enough common sense to not explode when coming into a room. That sort of thing catches people's attention."
"What are you doing here?" Jorgen growled, apparently forgetting about Timmy for a moment.
"I came down the chimney. Ho ho ho," answered the genie in a flat tone. "If you don't like it, then leave. No one's stopping you, Jorgen Von Stupid."
"I suppose you're the one causing all this trouble and headache then?"
"That depends. If you mean the surge of magic, disappearing anti-fairies and pixies, and things like that, then yes. And the Fairy Idol mess where I pretty much played everyone like a fiddle. I don't know if you remember that incident since it ended with lots of memory erasing and restoring, but that was definitely me. Of course, that headache you mentioned might just be from the strain of actually having to think. After all, I'm pretty sure the Toothfairy didn't marry you for your brains."
Jorgen slammed his wand against the ground again, "Silence! I'll deal with you after I finish with the Turner problem."
"Wrong answer, Meathead," said Norm. "Wiping out the boy's memories isn't on the agenda for the day." He snapped his fingers, gonging up a copy of Da Rules, "You only get to do the whole mind whammy thing when he grows up, gets too happy, or breaks Da Rules. Trust me, he's nowhere near too happy yet. Let alone something ridiculous like a mature and stable adult."
"Where did you get that?" the muscular fairy asked, eyes narrowing.
Timmy noticed his godfather gained a concerned expression briefly, but most of his attention was on the arguing pair. There was distaste and condescension on their faces, neither happy about the other magical creature's presence. If his fairies weren't on the line, the pink-hatted boy would have enjoyed the tenseness of Jorgen and Norm a little more. They could apparently really tick each other off when they tried. Of course, he'd also be annoyed at the insults from Norm, but the fact he was apparently trying to defend Timmy and his fairies meant the boy was willing to let it slide for now.
"I just picked it up somewhere," the genie shrugged. "I thought it would be funny to read it."
"Yes, because your entire species is amused by and disrespects the concept of rules."
"And yours strangles itself with too many. I'm surprised that the kids you guys follow around can make any wishes. By the way, you need to work on your selection process because I find your 'most miserable child' hunting skills to be pathetic."
"I did not come here to be patronized by a filthy genie."
"Well, I didn't come here to be annoyed by an oversized, wand-waving, testosterone-fueled idiot, but that's apparently what happened," he snapped back, peering over the top of his sunglasses. "Look, just go back to that rainbow and pastel-colored cloud you call home. The anti-fairies and pixies aren't going to cause any trouble where they are and I already told you the magic you detected earlier was me. So get out of here. Let your wife look at your molars or something."
"And what about Turner?" Jorgen asked, glaring at the genie. "Look, I'm not happy about it, but he's broke Da Rules."
"Not really," stated Norm. "Sorry to burst your bubble, Jarhead, but he's not breaking any of your precious rules at the moment."
The muscular fairy gestured at Amanda, who was staring at the arguing pair with a small frown on her face. Norm gave a sharp chuckle in response.
"She's out of your jurisdiction, Sergeant Steroids. If you wanted any say about what happens with her, you should have given her one of your annoyingly-cheerful, wand-waving godparents. As it stands, she doesn't have anything to do with you. She rubbed my lamp, so she's mine. No mind whammy from you."
"While I intended to erase her memories too, that's not what we're talking about. Just because she has a genie doesn't mean Turner gets off the hook for revealing his godparents to her."
He took a step towards the boy, but the black-haired genie was already in Jorgen's face. Annoyance flashed across both their faces.
"Unless, of course, the kid's first wish would prevent you from punishing Turner about her finding out," stated Norm firmly. "And guess what? It does. She wished for a loophole for your rule, Buster. If you even try to erase the boy's memories and snatch his fairies away, I'll just undo it. We've had a long and annoying day and you've probably been busy hurting yourself trying to think. So drop the subject and go away."
"I will not take orders from a filthy, untrustworthy genie," growled Jorgen.
"Too bad," Norm smirked. "After all, the other option is for me to stick you under a butterfly net and hide you on a distant planet or something. And that's honestly sounding like a wonderful idea the longer I talk to you."
"And the longer I talk to you, the more I want to vaporize your lamp," said Jorgen, his wand glowing ominously.
Oddly, Timmy saw the genie flinched slightly at his word. Considering everything that the pair was growling at each other, the boy found it strange that only that sentence produced a reaction beyond annoyance. For just a second, he looked legitimately scared. Then the expression was masked behind another smug grin.
"Which you can't, Jarhead." Norm waved Da Rules in his hand around again, "Remember these? I've actually read this thing and I know that someone like you wouldn't even dare to try breaking Da Rules. So I guess you're stuck with my lovely suggestion of leaving. If you hurry now, maybe you'll avoid all the holiday traffic."
"I'm not leaving while there is some low-life, deceitful, dangerous, chaotic, filthy genie around. As much trouble as Turner causes, he doesn't deserve to deal with someone like you that lives to cause misery and suffering with their wishes."
"Leave him alone," a voice interrupted.
Both of the arguers blinked in surprise and looked down at where Amanda was apparently trying to kick Jorgen in his combat boots. The muscular fairy seemed more confused than anything by the child's attempt to attack him. Norm, on the other hand, still seemed to be in protective mode when it came to the girl and quickly snatched her up. Eyes never leaving the muscular fairy, he then set her behind Timmy.
"Kid, please don't antagonize the jumbo fairy," the genie muttered. "Just because I do something doesn't mean you should copy it."
"That's Jorgen Von Strangle," the boy explained, grabbing on to her shoulders. "He's the toughest fairy in the universe."
"I don't care," Amanda announced, struggling against his grip. "He can't talk about Norm like that. He's done bad things in the past, but I don't care. He's my friend and you can't be mean to him. I made the wish so I didn't accidentally make kids lose their fairies. It was my idea, so don't get mad at Timmy or Norm. Leave them alone. They aren't hurting anyone."
There was a moment of silence before the genie quietly asked in a stunned tone, "Am I really being defended by an eight year old?"
"She stood up to Crocker to help hide us," Wanda muttered back.
The girl was still glaring at Jorgen. Timmy almost wanted to laugh. There was something strangely amusing about the shy and quiet girl glaring at someone, especially someone so much larger and more powerful than her. The terror from earlier in the day was completely gone. As far as she was apparently concerned, Jorgen insulting Norm was bad enough that she had to charge in to protect him. Timmy felt he should say something to calm things down, but he wasn't exactly eager to draw attention to himself while the possibility of losing his fairies still remained.
"If you're supposed to make sure people don't break the rules and everything, why are you so worried about Norm being here?" the girl continued, her eyes still locked on the tall fairy rather than dropping to the ground like normal. "He's not a fairy. He's a genie and they don't have any rules. I made the wish, so no one here needs to lose their memories or their god-family. Everything is all right, so stop being angry with everyone. You don't have to fix anything. And you don't need to be mean to my friends."
"Relax, kid," urged Norm, placing a hand on her head. She instantly stopped her attempts to get back to Jorgen and kick him. "I think you made your point already. I appreciate the gesture, but I think a barking Chihuahua would be more threatening to the guy at this point."
"Poof poof," the fairy infant said.
"Right, we forgot introductions," grinned Cosmo cheerfully. "I think everyone knows Jorgen. He enforces Da Rules." The green-haired fairy then gestured towards the girl, "And this is Amanda Adams. She's the nice girl who wished all the anti-fairies and pixies away."
This statement made the already-confused Jorgen blink. Norm groaned and ran his hand through his hair.
"Look, the pointy-headed freaks and the doom squad snatched up the kids, made some threatening gestures, and ended up trapped in their own pocket dimensions for their trouble," the genie explained quickly. "They really ticked me off, so they're going to spend the rest of eternity away from everyone else. Got it?"
"Poof poof poof," mumbled Poof.
"I was not that scary," argued Norm before realization set in and he smacked his forehead. "Great, I speak baby now."
"I won't tell anyone about fairies," Amanda mumbled, her eyes finally dropping to the ground. "I promise. I won't tell anyone about fairies, anti-fairies, pixies, or even genies. I'll be good. I won't cause trouble or mess anything up. I'm sor—"
"Kid, if you say that you're sorry, I swear I'll drop a bucket of water on you," interrupted Norm. "You've done nothing wrong. The blockhead over there is just a little trigger-happy with his memory-wiping. Got it?"
There was a brief hesitation, but then Amanda nodded. Timmy glanced briefly at Jorgen to see how the fairy was reacting to the situation. He seemed to be staring at the genie and the girl with an odd mixture of surprise, understanding, bemusement, and… maybe a little pity.
"Very well, Adams," the muscular fairy said. "I'm going to trust your word. Do not make me regret it."
"I won't, sir," she said promptly.
"Genie, try not to cause any more disturbances," he continued. "And I don't exactly trust you or your kind."
"Don't worry, the feeling's mutual," Norm interrupted.
He said, "But that doesn't mean I don't recognize what is going on here."
The genie crossed his arms, "Nothing is going on, Jarhead."
"Please, I deal with children and their godparents on a regular basis. You're fooling no one."
Timmy, recognizing the fact that he was out of danger in regards to memory erasing, said, "He's right, Norm. Even an idiot can see you like Amanda. Not to mention she just yelled at Jorgen, which pretty much proves she likes you too."
"Just be careful, genie," Jorgen warned before slamming his wand on the ground.
With another thunderous poof, the huge fairy vanished.
Jorgen Von Strangle already knew that there were more headaches in his future. Turner spending prolonged time around a genie could only lead to trouble. The boy caused enough problems when he was bound by Da Rules. Adding a rule-free genie to the mix could only lead to disaster.
The only positive thing about the encounter was that the genie was apparently attached to the young girl, Adams. Jorgen had to respect the child. Not many kids were brave enough to attack him in defense of their friends, even if she merely kicked him in the boots. And while he didn't trust genies in general since they were a chaotic and dangerous group who seemed to be the happiest when tormenting someone, he could recognize a certain amount of honest affection between the pair. The child would rein in the genie at least a little.
He was, however, concerned about the future. Based on how determined the genie was to prevent any form of memory erasing, he probably intended to keep the child around as long as possible. Hopefully, she would make a third wish eventually and send him back to the lamp. It would be easier for both of them.
After all, there was a reason why fairies left their godchildren and erased their memories. It removed temptation and ensured everyone could move on with their lives. And it was also why he worried about how long Turner had managed to keep his fairies. By the now, they were all firmly attached to each other and it would be painful for all of them when it came time to say good-bye as the boy grew up. The only thing worse would be if they remained together after Turner became an adult and continued to age.
Humans were mortal. Children grew up and aged far more rapidly than fairies and other magical creatures. Kids lost their memories of magic and godparents were shuffled off to a new child as quickly as possible because the alternative was far worse. It was easier for everyone this way: give the child a happy childhood, even if the memories of specifics were taken away, and then leave long before they could succumb to the effects of time.
He didn't like or trust the genie, but Jorgen hoped he was wise enough to leave the girl before that point. Before she could grow up, have children of her own, become a grandmother, and eventually slip away.
"Jorgen, dear," Toothfairy called from the other room, pulling him out of his thoughts. "Did you get everything sorted out?"
"Yes," he said back before adopting a smile. "I'm home for the rest of the weekend."
"And with that particular bit of annoyance dealt with, I'm ready to crawl back to bed and sleep for the rest of the month," muttered Norm.
"Wait, I have one quick question," Turner interrupted before the genie could snap his fingers.
Fighting back the urge to groan, he closed his eyes. It had been a long day. He was tired. He'd had to banish two entire species to pocket dimensions. And that was after being infuriated by the idea that someone would dare to harm Amanda. Then, he had to deal with the strongest fairy in the universe being an idiot. He wanted to go back to his lava lamp and sleep, comforted by the knowledge that his master was safe and sound. He wanted to tell Turner to jump off a cliff and leave him alone, but the boy had earned a sliver of his respect by trying to defend the girl. It wouldn't kill him to answer one quick question.
"Fine," Norm grumbled. "Then I'm going to sleep. And the kid is going home. Her parents won't notice she's out at this hour, but she's going to feel like a zombie in the morning if she doesn't get any rest."
"What were you afraid of?" he asked. "When Jorgen said something about your lamp and you said it was against Da Rules. You were afraid of something. What?"
The genie silently cursed the thick-headed fairy while he shoved his shades further up his face. Any other day, he would have hid his reaction better than that. In his defense, it had been a very long day and anyone would have slipped up. But that didn't mean he was happy about it. Maybe he could erase everyone's memories about it…
"Norm?" said Amanda, glancing up at him with concern.
And with that, he knew he'd have to go ahead and talk. He didn't want to mess with the girl's mind and she wouldn't let the topic drop. He could already see her starting to worry about him. It would be simpler to answer the question.
"I guess it's time for Genies 101, everyone," he said tiredly. Giving Turner a stern look, he warned, "If you even think about trying to use this against me, I'll devote every moment of my spare time to make you suffer in ways you can't even imagine. Got it?"
The boy nodded his head quickly and gained a wide-eyed expression. Apparently Norm's earlier display when dealing with the anti-fairies and pixies left an impression on the pink-hatted kid. That could be useful to remember.
Sighing quietly, Norm asked, "Do you know where fairies get their magic?"
"The Big Wand in Fairy World," Timmy answered quickly.
"And what happens if a fairy loses their magic for some reason?"
"They can't grant wishes."
"And?" the genie prompted.
"And if it's bad enough, they stop floating and sort of end up like midget humans usually."
"Now keep that in mind. Fairies, while they need magic most of the time to do anything useful, can survive without it," he said. "Now, you've probably guessed that genies don't have a giant wand sitting around in Genie World or anything like that. Mostly because there's no such place as Genie World unless you count that tiny little town in Kansas where like three freed genies decided to stay. That's as close to us having a world as we get. Anyway, we don't have a big wand to provide us with magic for wish granting."
"So does it come from your lamps?" asked Amanda.
Grinning at her answer, Norm nodded, "Exactly. The kid has it exactly right. All our magic comes from the bottles and lamps we're trapped inside. Nice, right? The thing imprisoning us is also the source of our power. Got to love the irony."
"If your lamp is your power source, then why are you obsessed with escaping it?" Turner asked.
"Simple. One of the main reasons is that we are stuck in a knickknack for decades or centuries at a time. Who wouldn't want out? And if we're freed, we get to be our own magic source. Granted, we don't get as much magic to use that way, but we still get our freedom."
"And the second reason?" he asked.
Norm grimaced, "Because it's safer that way for us."
"Safer how?"
"Just safer in general."
"So Jorgen grumbling about vaporizing your lamp would just take away your magic? How's that against Da Rules?" asked Turner. "I mean, it isn't exactly nice, but I don't remember any rules against that."
"In case you haven't noticed, genies are a little more directly dependent on magic than the wand-wavers are. After all, you don't see that many humans, midget or otherwise, wandering around without legs," he said, trying to decide how to explain it. "Look, here's a nice little example. Imagine a bubble bath. You have a tub filled with water and lots of bubbles floating on top."
"Is there a rubber ducky?" asked Cosmo excitedly. "Is there? Is there?"
Ignoring the green-haired fairy, Norm continued, "Let's say that the tub is a lamp and the water it contains is magic. Which means the bubbles would be the genie. The bubbles are stuck in the tub with the water just like a genie is stuck with his or her lamp. Got it so far?"
Both Turner and Amanda nodded. Wanda seemed to have a rather serious expression on her face, which Norm took to mean that she knew where he was going with his explanation. Cosmo, on the other hand, was busy with the rubber duck he'd poofed up to play with and Poof was falling asleep where he was floating.
"Now, let's pretend for just a moment that someone decided to destroy a genie's lamp and could actually gather up the power to do so. Destroying a genie lamp isn't exactly easy. It would take lots of magic, huge amounts of force, or intense heat," Norm said slowly. "That would be like draining all the water out of the tub." He paused for a moment before asking, "What would happen to the bubbles once all the water drained away?"
There was a length of silence as his question apparently sank in. He could see the exact moment when the kids realized what he was saying. The expressions on their faces made it perfectly clear.
"They'd pop," Amanda whispered.
He nodded, "Exactly. Fairies can survive without magic. Genies… not so much. Taking out their lamp or bottle is a pretty sure way to take out a genie. And since Da Rules prevent fairies from using their magic for more lethal wishes…"
"I get the picture," said Turner. "Sorry I asked."
"You can see why we don't exactly spread it around. And that's another reason why being freed from our lamps is such a common goal. It cuts off that tie and we don't have to worry about someone tossing our source of magic into a volcano or something." Plastering a smirk on his face, Norm continued, "And on that cheery note, I think it is past time for everyone to get some sleep. I've seen enough of all of you for quite some time."
He quickly snapped his fingers, transporting himself and Amanda out of there with a gong. They reappeared in the girl's bedroom. Happy to finally see the end of the insanely long day, the genie turned towards his lava lamp.
"Norm," Amanda said quietly, causing him to pause.
He glanced at her, trying not to feel so relieved that she was safe. He tried not to imagine what would have happened if he didn't meet Anti-Wanda in Canada and if he hadn't been invited along. Worrying about what could have been was a waste of time. She was safe. That was all that mattered.
"I… made my second wish," she continued.
Realizing exactly what she was thinking, Norm held up a hand to warn her to pause, "Kid, today's been too long already. Can we talk about it in the morning?"
Hesitating briefly, the girl slowly gave a nod. Smiling at her for a moment, he patted her head and then headed into his lava lamp to finally get some rest.
Jorgen isn't the bad guy. He's sometimes working against the protagonists and he sometimes makes stupid decisions, but he isn't a bad guy like the anti-fairies and pixies. He's not fond of genies because of their reputation and general behavior, but he's not evil or anything like that.
Yeah, I have no idea when the next update will be. But I'll keep working on things. Remember, reviews are always appreciated. Thanks.