The room was pitch black all but the sliver of light that shined in through the window from the moon, you could hear Cosmo and Wanda snoring in their Fishbowls
Timmy's gaze landed up at the ceiling not tired despite having a long emotional day,
Quietly sitting up Timmy took a couple deep breaths his arms wrapping around himself, tearful gaze landing on the Moon.
He should be happy he got his life back, his family, friends his Godparents. Everything was back to normal.
He should be happy.
Keyword should.
How could he be happy? It didn't matter that he did a selfless thing, it didn't matter if he earned his life back.
He knew now what would've happened if it wasn't for him. His Family even his enemies were the way they were because of him. Because of his existence. It didn't matter how many good deeds he did. How much he tried to help the world.
These lives were ruined because of him just existing.
How was he suppose to live happily after this? After making the ones he loved miserable.
Timmy tugged his knees agains't his chest, headresting on them. With a choked sob the 10 year olds shoulders shook with silently.
The 10 year old was unaware he was being watched a pair of guilt filled eyes watched the broken 10 year old, the owners eye's closing wearily bringing his hands up puting his head in them.
Jorgen Von Strangle never felt guilt for anything in his life, he hsd beaten Fairies without a 2nd thought. He had even been to harsh to his only Godson and had him taken away.
But Turner was different never had he met a child quite like him, Turner challenged him. Stood up to him when none of the Fairies had.
And while Turner and his Fairies could be a pain in his side with all their schnanigens. He had grown fond of the child.
And now he did the one thing nobody ever could do, not the Anti Fairies, not the Pixies not even his Evil babysitter.
He had broken the child.