A/N: I decided to steal Blue's sandbox. It was loads of fun, although this is more loosely based off his original idea than what it was.
Fairly Oddparents: Fairly Odder sparked my interest in FOP again. It's dreadful (lol), but it did bring back my nostalgia for old-school FOP. And sorry not sorry for keeping Chloe in here because I love Chloe.
It was a brisk, cold morning in Dimmsdale the day Timmy Turner's life changed. There was nothing inauspicious about that morning, nothing hinting at what was to come. As it was winter vacation, Timmy didn't need to get up early for school, which was good because he'd stayed up late last night playing his PS5. His parents were off work, since it was New Year's Eve, and he could smell breakfast. Perhaps his parents had had a bit of a lay-in too.
Cosmo was still sleeping, but Wanda was awake. Cosmo had stayed up late with Timmy to join him in the winter vacation version of the "not-study game".
"Well, sport, what did you want to do today?" Wanda said and groaned when Timmy got out of bed and gravitated toward his game system again.
"Don't you think you've played that enough lately?" she said.
Timmy rolled his eyes. "Don't nag."
Wanda's expression darkened. Timmy remembered Cosmo demeaning her for "nagging" when he was eleven and he grimaced.
"Sorry," he said in a subdued tone. It remained a sore point with her.
"Wait, did someone say more gaming?" Cosmo asked, popping out of the fishbowl. Poof was at Spellementary; they didn't have the same vacations as Earth public school did.
"I should get breakfast," Timmy said before the conversation veered off into unfriendly territory. Wanda scowled; she hadn't said whether she accepted his apology, which meant his offhand remark still stung. It irritated him that she hadn't replied one way or another.
He dressed and headed downstairs, though he still felt the game's allure. It'd been a new JRPG and although Timmy couldn't read anything in it, the game had all the blood, gore, and excessive violence he could ask for. Wanda loathed it and refused to let Poof watch him play.
His father was reading the paper as his mother cooked pancakes. Cosmo and Wanda shifted into salt and pepper shakers on the table, though Wanda still gave Timmy side-eye. What was her problem? He'd said he was sorry.
"Good morning, sweetie," his mom said as she flipped a couple of pancakes onto his plate. "Your father and I are going out tonight. You know what that means."
Timmy's stomach dropped and his appetite abruptly fled. "Not Vicky! I'm old enough to stay by myself!"
"We'll be the judge of that," his mother said. "And until you're old enough to vote, you're not old enough to stay by yourself."
Timmy glowered. For heaven's sake, he was sixteen. And it wasn't like he'd be completely unsupervised. Cosmo and Wanda sort of counted for supervision, even if he couldn't reveal their existence to his parents. Unfortunately, that undermined his argument a bit.
"I hate Vicky," he protested, but it was token resistance. They'd never take him seriously, after all. For years, he'd been warning his parents about Vicky's cruelty and evil. They never listened.
"She's always so sweet around us," his mother said.
"Duh, because you're paying her," Timmy scoffed.
"That's enough out of you," his mother said. "Now, eat your breakfast before it gets cold."
Timmy glowered at his mother and then glowered at Wanda the pepper shaker for good measure. He wasn't feeling particularly enamored of the opposite sex today and with Vicky coming over, it wasn't going to get better. The only thing he could think of that would be worse would be if Tootie accompanied her. Timmy had wanted to go out to Trixie's party, even if he hadn't been explicitly invited (okay, yeah, he'd be party-crashing, but what of it?). Now that wasn't a glimmer on the horizon.
Throughout breakfast, he brooded. His parents didn't try to draw him into conversation; they were all hyped up about the New Year's party they were going to. At least he'd have Cosmo and Wanda to help him through the night, despite how he currently felt about Wanda.
Nevertheless, he knew he couldn't stay angry at his faerie godmother. For one thing, she cared more about him than his birth mother did. For another, he spent entirely too much time around his faeries to harbor resentment for long. True, he'd resented sharing them with Chloe, but thankfully, that situation had resolved itself. Chloe no longer needed godparents and had moved to the outskirts of town.
Timmy's parents had to go "prepare themselves", whatever that meant, so Timmy went back upstairs. Oddly, his mood had soured on playing video games. He was too busy thinking about how horrible his night was going to be with Vicky to care about beating the next boss. Scowling, he settled upon his bed and folded his arms across his chest. If he wanted to sulk like a small child, then he was going to do so. It wasn't like his godparents hadn't seen worse.
"We have some news too," Cosmo said.
"What?" Timmy said, exasperated.
"We're going to Fairy World's premiere New Year's Eve party!" Cosmo announced, bouncing up and down in midair.
"What?!" Timmy yelped. "You can't just leave me here with Vicky! Who knows what might happen?"
"She might make you clean all the toilets again after she ate Chipotle," Cosmo said. Timmy looked at Wanda and tried his best to look pathetic. Wanda could be a pushover under the right circumstances. OF course, Cosmo was a pushover all the time.
"Please stay?" he pleaded.
"No can do, sport," Wanda said and winced. "Attendance is mandatory."
"Who the heck has a New Year's Eve party and makes attendance mandatory?" Timmy objected.
"Jorgen Von Strangle," Cosmo and Wanda said in unison.
"So you're just going to leave me here? With Icky Vicky?" Timmy said.
"Pfft, you'll be fine," Cosmo scoffed. "You're sixteen now and she's, uh…"
"Vicky is twenty-two," Wanda said. "I know it's not ideal and I'm sorry we can't be there for you. But if we don't come, Jorgen will put us in Abra-Catraz until the end of winter break."
"That's oddly specific," Timmy said.
"Most of Jorgen's punishments are," Cosmo said. He poofed up an ice cream cone and chocolate ice cream for Wanda, chocolate chip cookie dough for himself, and then a sundae for Timmy. Timmy eyed the ice cream warily. He knew it was meant as a gesture of peace, but he wasn't feeling particularly charitable today.
"I just know something horrible's going to happen tonight," Timmy said, pleading now. "Do you both have to go? Maybe just one of you and the other can stay with me just in case?"
"I'm sorry, sweetie," Wanda said and she looked apologetic. "We both have to go."
"Believe me, we're not doing it because we want to," Cosmo said. "It'll probably be boring anyway. And it'll be boring here too."
"What about Poof?" Timmy said. He was grasping at straws. Poof spent most of his time at a faerie boarding school. He was in no way suited to act as a stand-in for a godparent, but Timmy was desperate. Moreover, he was the only unattached faerie Timmy knew who had any experience with godparenting.
"You know he can't come to Earth right now," Wanda said.
"Please," Timmy said. "I'm begging you. One of you has to stay here. Something terrible is going to happen tonight. I just know it."
"Pfft, something terrible happens every night Vicky babysits," Cosmo scoffed, waving his hand in a dismissive gesture. "You'll be fine."
"You can always call us if you need us, sport," Wanda said. "In the meanwhile, we have to get ready for the party."
"How long could that possibly take?" Timmy snapped. "You're faeries. You can change your look instantly."
"You'd be surprised," Cosmo said cryptically and the faeries vanished into thin air. Grumbling to himself, Timmy decided he might as well make the bed. He hadn't done it in over a week and it was starting to get crusty. He could also stand to take a bath, since he hadn't done that in a week either. Then maybe he'd play some more video games to take his mind off Vicky's arrival. It was only the morning. Time couldn't go that fast, right?
"What if I wished that New Year's Eve never came?" he said, for once thinking on his feet. "Then you'd have to stay home. And so would my parents. No Vicky."
"I'm afraid not, sport," Wanda said.
"But we'll bring you something cool back," Cosmo promised.
Timmy glowered, not appeased. He folded his arms across his chest at them. Wanda sighed.
"You'll be fine," she said.
"And if you're not, you've always got us," Cosmo said.
Timmy relented. Maybe his godparents were right. Maybe nothing out of the ordinary would happen. He couldn't shake his suspicions, but his godparents deserved a night off too. Besides, what could Vicky subject him to that he hadn't already endured? He was totally blowing this out of proportion.
"Okay," he said. "You guys are right. I mean, what can Vicky really do to me? Sure, she can torture me, but I always snap back."
"That's the spirit, sweetie," Wanda said. She kissed him on the forehead. "We'll be back after midnight."
"Unless we get so tanked that we forget what time it is!" Cosmo said and Wanda shot him a dirty look. "What? It's been a while since we've gotten blitzed."
"And we're not doing it now," Wanda said sternly.
"Come on, loosen up," Cosmo said. "You're always so tense."
"This sounds like a conversation I don't want to be part of," Timmy said. "Besides, what could possibly go wrong?"
She groaned. "I wish you wouldn't say that. Something always does."
"Yeah, but it's Timmy," Cosmo said. "How bad could it get?"
Wanda just groaned, but Timmy sided, as always, with Cosmo.
"Go, enjoy yourselves, and don't worry about me unless I call you," Timmy said.
"If you're sure," Wanda said, frowning. "You seemed rather convinced something was about to happen a little while ago."
Timmy scoffed. "She'll be up to her old tricks. I can handle her."
Wanda's frown deepened. "If you say so, sport."
Vicky arrived with food and drink and hugged his parents before they left. Timmy stood, nonplussed, on the staircase. Cosmo and Wanda had already gone and he missed them, but he could live without them for a few hours. As usual, Vicky was laying it on thick, but then again, his parents were suckers and believed everything she said.
"I know you'll take good care of our son, just like you always do," Timmy's mother said.
"I'll treat him like my own flesh and blood," Vicky said with a faux innocent grin. "We'll have such a good time together, won't we, Timmy?"
"If by 'good time', you mean 'needing years of therapy to make that moment okay'," Timmy said and Vicky laughed, though her pink eyes promised vengeance. He should've known better than to rag on her in front of his parents, especially when they never believed him.
"He's such a kidder," Vicky said and strode into the house. She put down her bottle of champagne (alcohol-free, it promised on the label) and chocolate chip cookies on a nearby table. Then, as if Timmy were her bosom buddy, she flung her arms about him and hugged him. If the hug pressed his arms tightly against his body and made him grit his teeth in pain, well, that was too bad as far as she was concerned. Again, Timmy's parents were oblivious.
"He sure is," Timmy's father said. "Why, this morning, he was begging us to reconsider our plans tonight."
He shook his head ruefully. "We'll see you after midnight, Vicky. Be good, Timmy."
"I'm sixteen," Timmy snapped. "I don't need a babysitter anymore. I'm practically an adult."
Timmy's parents laughed that off, waved goodbye, and walked out. Timmy felt his throat tighten and had that strange, inexplicable feeling he'd had earlier. Something was going to go horribly awry tonight. On reflex, he glanced about for his godparents, but they were nowhere to be seen, since they were in Fairy World enjoying their own party. Hell, he'd given his blessing. He could hardly retract it now.
"Lemme guess-scrubbing toilets? Scrubbing the house from top to bottom?" Timmy said sarcastically after his parents had closed the door. Vicky still hadn't released him and he was growing uncomfortable, not to mention being in pain.
"Oh, no, I have something special planned for tonight," Vicky said and it sent chills down his spine. He struggled in her arms and she finally released him only for him to fall face first onto the floor. Growling, he pushed himself up to his feet again. Vicky was watching him and her eyes were alight with malice.
"But I'm not going to tell you just yet," Vicky said. "Go upstairs and play your video game. I'll be down here, watching TV."
"Oh, no, I'm not going to fall for that," Timmy said, folding his arms across his chest. "I know you way too well to accept you being nice. Ever."
"Fine," she said. "How about this? I let you have this bottle of champagne and you leave me alone. I won't tell your parents that you're drinking and you won't have to clean the house from top to bottom. Of course, if I even hear a whimper from upstairs, I'm going to blackmail you."
"Still too nice."
"Drink the champagne, twerp, or I'll make your life a living hell."
"You've already done that. And why are you so determined to make me drink it?" he asked. "Did you poison it?"
"Of course not," Vicky said with a sweet smile. "I'll even have a glass myself to show you."
"O-kay…" Timmy said.
"Have a cookie."
"Those are probably poisoned too," he huffed.
Vicky rolled her eyes. "You're going to get hungry sooner or later, twerp. And thirsty. And I took the liberty of emptying the house of all food and drink besides what I brought."
"Oh, yeah? I could just wish…" he stopped.
"Wish for what?" she asked maliciously. "Go on, Turner. I'm all ears."
"Uh, I'll just call for pizza," he said.
"And pay for it with what money?" she countered. "Admit it, twerp. You're outmaneuvered."
"I'd rather go thirsty and hungry than take anything you brought."
"I'll eat the cookies, if it'll make you feel better," she said and rolled her eyes again. Taking the plastic covering off the chocolate chip cookies, she bit into one, chewed, and swallowed. Timmy blinked. Maybe the cookies were okay. She wouldn't eat anything she'd poisoned herself, after all.
"Why are you being so nice?" he asked, suspicious.
"Because, twerp, I have plans for tonight that don't involve watching you," she said. She handed him a cookie and he eyed it before he bit into it. It tasted funny, but he wasn't sure why. Still, if the cookies were okay, then the champagne probably was too. He let her pour him a glass and drank it too fast. He wasn't used to alcohol, after all, and it went straight to his head.
"Oh, and Timmy?" she said and he froze, wary again because she'd used his first name. "It's not poison in the cookies and champagne."
She grinned and he felt woozy. His body was no longer responding to him and he collapsed, feeling boneless, onto the couch. Leaning over him, her breasts close to his face (it made him gag), she beamed at him. It was a grin that sent chills down his spine.
"It's rohypnol. But I wouldn't expect you to know a roofie if it hit you."
His eyelids felt heavy and he was losing the fight for his consciousness. Why would Vicky slip him a mickey? It didn't make sense. His body went limp and the last thing he saw was Vicky's malicious grin before he faded into the darkness.
He woke up tied to his bed with a gag in his mouth. Vicky was…doing things…and he felt too weak to stop her, even if he could with his arms and legs bound to the bed with rope. When he closed his eyes, because he had no desire to see her naked, she slapped him in the face. He tried to look at himself, but he knew without seeing that he was naked too.
He couldn't call for Cosmo and Wanda, even if he wanted to. And oh, did he want to.
If this was how she treated her flesh and blood, then he was very worried about Tootie. Of course, he had to spare a bit of that worry for himself and how he was going to get out of this mess.
Tootie was, at that moment, out of town. She was knocking around a punching bag while her best friend looked on in dismay, mostly because Tootie had almost torn a hole in that thing. They hadn't started out as friends; originally, Tootie had hated the other girl's guts. In fact, what she was doing to the punching bag, she would have rather done to the girl's face. Unfortunately, the girl had a way of working her way into people's hearts. It was almost disgusting.
Thankfully, the other girl didn't remember the reason Tootie had originally loathed her upon sight. Then again, she didn't remember anything of the magical realm at all, which was how Tootie liked it. Tootie had her own secrets, particularly her relationship with Timmy's faerie godmother, and the idea of sharing Wanda three ways (four, if you count Cosmo, which Tootie didn't) would've driven Tootie mad if the situation had continued for much longer.
Chloe Carmichael was reading on New Year's Eve for her English homework due at the end of winter break. Chloe was the only person Tootie knew who would have willingly done homework on New Year's Eve. Well, besides AJ and she and AJ were like oil and water for some reason. Maybe it had to do with the reason Tootie had originally loathed Chloe-she'd monopolized Timmy's time.
Now, however, Chloe had had her memories wiped of Cosmo and Wanda. She remembered Timmy as an old friend, but that was it. Tootie had downgraded her from an enemy to someone she could tolerate. So, perhaps the term "best friend" was stretching it a bit.
Chloe Carmichael was, sadly, the only person who could handle Tootie on a regular basis. Tootie was still hyperactive, though she thought she'd calmed down since she was ten. For tonight, she hadn't wanted to be alone or dragged along for Vicky's babysitting jobs. Sometimes, she swore Vicky was trying to train her to be evil too. The thought thoroughly creeped her out.
Either that or Vicky wanted something from her. Tootie didn't want to know which it was.
Since Chloe wasn't looking, Tootie slipped a little magic into her punching to repair the damage she'd done. Wanda had warned her against using magic in front of mortals, but Tootie thought she could get away with this. Besides, Chloe was probably oblivious to magic in general now, since she'd been mind-wiped.
She was working on toning her body and becoming something other than a damsel in distress. Thus far, she thought she was progressing nicely, but she also had no one to measure herself against.
It was times like these that Tootie wished Wanda would trust her with a wand. But, no, Wanda only let her perform small magical spells with a training wand, not a real one. According to Wanda, halflings weren't supposed to be on Earth, much less have wands.
"Didn't you want to do something more fun than reading your homework?" Tootie asked, turning toward Chloe.
"We could invite someone over," Tootie suggested. "Or crack into your parents' alcohol cabinet."
The look Chloe turned on her made Tootie stifle a laugh. Straitlaced Chloe Carmichael would never do anything so scandalous as stealing her parents' alcohol.
"I'm kidding," Tootie said. "Chill, Chlo."
Chloe's shoulders remained high and she looked affronted. Tootie hated when Chloe pulled the "holier than thou" routine. It almost made her wish desperately that Veronica hadn't rebuffed her attempts to befriend her, but then again, what made her think she was popular girl material? She was never going to impress Veronica, much less befriend her.
"Chill. I'm sorry."
"Maybe we can invite someone over," Chloe allowed. "But who?"
Tootie frowned. She had a point. Tootie and Chloe were outcasts for different reasons. Chloe remained a teacher's pet and an exemplary student, which would mean she ought to hang out with the nerds. However, the nerds had repudiated her, since AJ was their leader and he still hated Chloe for "monopolizing Timmy". Hell, if Tootie avoided everyone who commanded Timmy Turner's attention, she'd never speak to anyone ever again. Except maybe her parents and forget that.
Tootie, as Vicky's sister and Timmy's former stalker, was on the lowest rung on the popularity ladder. She even came below Elmer and his boil. She knew she'd never rise any higher, either, and had given up trying.
Chloe technically outranked her, but only slightly. It was a friendship of convenience, no matter how Chloe dressed it up.
"We could always crash Trixie Tang's party," Tootie suggested with an impish smile. Chloe glared and Tootie smirked. "Don't you ever do anything adventurous, Carmichael?"
"I used to, with Timmy, but I can't remember now," Chloe said. Chloe had headaches when she tried to recall her past adventures with Timmy; Fairy World had erased her memories, but had done so imperfectly. At the time, Crocker had launched a campaign against Fairy World and they were preoccupied.
"Of course," Tootie muttered. Louder, she said, "Anyway, it'd be better than this lame ass get together. What do you say? Live a little."
"Trixie Tang hates me," Chloe pointed out, just stating a fact.
"Trixie Tang, Veronica Grey, and practically every other girl hate us because we're associated with Timmy Turner," Tootie said and rolled her eyes. "At this rate, Timmy should have a freakin' harem."
Chloe cast a forlorn look at her book.
"It'll be waiting for you when you return," Tootie promised. "We won't even be gone that long, anyway. Trixie Tang's bouncer will probably eject us as soon as we show up."
"Then what's the point of going?"
Tootie scowled. "To get out of the house? Besides, I might have a trick or two up my sleeve."
Wanda would kill her if she used her magic wily-nily, but what she didn't know couldn't hurt her. Tootie beamed at Chloe and willed her to accept Tootie's proposal. If Tootie had to spend another hour punching that bag or doomscrolling, she was going to lose her mind.
"Okay," Chloe said. "But only for a few minutes."
"Of course," Tootie said, inwardly cheering. She didn't say that Chloe wouldn't regret it, because she probably would. Tootie didn't want to jinx things.
Besides, Fairy World would probably be too busy with New Year's crap to notice a little errant wild magic. That was Tootie's hope, anyway. She didn't usually take chances like this, but it was a special occasion. It wasn't like she'd accidentally trigger Chloe's memories or anything, right?
Right. Fairy World couldn't possibly have done such a terrible job wiping Chloe's mind that a cantrip or two would bring it back.
Tootie had no faith in Fairy World, however. They were looking the other way regarding her existence, because they were using her as an experiment, Wanda had told her. If she succeeded on Earth, then they would allow other halflings to live down here too. Tootie hated being a guinea pig. For God's sake, Vicky used her as that often enough.
"You ready to go?" Tootie asked. She rolled her eyes. "Seriously, Chloe?"
Chloe had grabbed her purse and dumped the book into it.
"You're bringing a book to a party? What the actual hell?"
"You never know," she said defensively, shrugging. Tootie facepalmed.
"I know. You're not reading at a party. This is why you're not more popular," Tootie said. "You're hopeless."
Hanging out with Tootie was also the kiss of death to Chloe's social life, but Tootie didn't say that.
"Seriously, leave the book at home," Tootie said. "Come on, let's go, before it gets too late and my parents decide to care."
Tootie's parents never interfered with anything Tootie or Vicky did. They were completely passive; their terror of Vicky held them thoroughly in check. Most of the time, Tootie was disgusted by it, but right now, it was helpful. They wouldn't stand in her way.
"We could always pretend to be lesbians," Tootie teased. Chloe gave her a strange look. "You know, for why we're showing up at the party together. Oh, never mind. No one would believe it, especially not you."
If Chloe was anything other than cishet, Tootie would eat Timmy's silly pink hat.
Tootie decided enough was enough and tugged Chloe to her feet. Enough stalling. It was time to see how badly they could be rejected. And once they were done with Tang's nonsense, they could come back here and Chloe could hole up with her stupid book again.
Nothing interesting ever happened in Dimmsdale. If Tootie could change that, she would.
Tootie smiled mischievously. Maybe she'd stop by Timmy's house too, just for the hell of it.
"Oh, Timmy. I have something for you too!"
