Timmy ran his hands down the frontal pieces of the time scooter. The fate of the world… no, Fairyworld AND the uh… other world… you know… that Timmy lives on… It's called Earth, or something like that… rested on that very scooter.
"It doesn't even look like a scooter." Timmy pointed out. "Why don't we call it the magical time bike?"
"Oh, come on, Timmy!" Cosmo exclaimed. "Scooter sounds so much better! Say it! Scooter! Scooter! Scooter!"
"What about my parents? I can't just leave. We're about to have dinner, remember?" Timmy asked.
"Oh, don't worry, sport! We're going back in time! Your parents wouldn't be thinking that far ahead about what they're going to eat for dinner!" Wanda pointed out.
We focus in on Timmy's dad, looking at a little list.
"OOOOOH! And if I'm still alive next year, on March the 19th, I'll stay home from work and make myself a fancy lobster broil… Like the Dinkleberg's!"
We focus back to Timmy and friends.
"You're right. Let's go!"
Timmy climbed on the scooter and strapped on his safety helmet, trying to think of a catchy phrase to use.
"Let's get younger." He finally said, smirking.
Wanda had to speak up. "Younger? Timmy, we're going back in time, but that doesn't make us yo-"
"Shut up!"
BTTTTTTTT-ZAAAAAAAAAP!
The scooter disappeared into a magical vortex and Cosmo and Wanda followed. It was the vortex of space and time itself. Timmy was used to it by then. He'd gone to Crocker's childhood, and to the writing of the Declaration of Independence. Going back in time a few days really wasn't going to make that much of a difference.
Assuming, of course, you ignored the 'fate of the human and fairy population depending on it' part.
BTTTTTTT-ZAAAAAAPPPPPPP!!
Timmy and co. reappeared outside the gates to Fairyworld. The boy hopped from one fluffy pink cloud to the next as his two godparents floated at his side.
"Cool! We're in Fairyworld about four days ago!"
"Well, that's what we intended." Wanda responded, a little haughtily. "Let's take care of what we came here for."
"What's that?" Cosmo asked, baffled.
"Stopping the Anti-Fairies from escaping, Cosmo! It was your idea, anyway!"
Cosmo stopped to stare at his wife. "Really?" He asked, confusedly.
"Never mind, let's just get this over with."
"Where's Anti-Fairyworld? We need to do something about that magical seal and keep it from breaking! I wish we were at the door to Anti-Fairyworld!"
"Finally, a wish!" Wanda smiled.
Her and Cosmo both raised their wands.
There was a loud =POOF!= and Timmy and co. stood before the huge, glass-like wall that separated Fairyworld from the desolate chamber that contained the Anti-Fairies.
"You notice anything different about Anti-Fairyworld?" Cosmo asked. "I think my limited memory is kicking in!"
"You're right, Cosmo." Wanda gasped. "The air in that chamber is… darker! It must be from all the black-magic that Anti-Cosmo is forcing the other Anti-Fairies to generate!"
"Well, how do we stop them? You're the magic people. You should know!" Timmy exclaimed. Wanda merely shook her head.
"Sorry, sport. From the looks of things, there's nothing we can do… The magical seal is the greatest line of defense Fairyworld has, and if the black magic is powerful enough to break it, well, then, there's not much me, Cosmo, or even Jorgen, for that matter, can do to stop it."
"Well, then, what do we do?" Cosmo demanded. "This isn't looking good, you know!"
"Well… I at least want a word with the Anti-Cosmo! I wish he was out here!"
Wanda bit her lip nervously. "You sure?"
"I wished for it!"
=ANTI - POOF!=
There was a darkened, somehow cold cloud of dust, with a frigid, evil aura, as the Anti-Fairy himself materialized in front of them. Smirking, he observed them, not showing any signs of intimidation at all. Instead, he wore a smug look on his smirking cobalt face. "Hello, Timothy. Hello, Wanda, and he-who-is-my-stupider-and-less-attractive-counterpart."
"HEY!" Cosmo exclaimed angrily.
"Cut to the chase, Anti-Cosmo!" Timmy snapped. "We know what you're doing! You're plotting to get rid of the humans and fairies!"
Anti-Cosmo smiled a slow, evil grin, casually glancing around as if he hadn't a single concern. "Ah, you're a smart one, Timothy. You're going to try and stop us, aren't you? You know what we're going to do with Fairyworld, and you humans' pitiful planet. Infest it with this darker magic we posses, causing a cureless plague that destroys all, thus wiping you three pests off the face of the Earth for good. But since you conveniently wished me out of that dreadful containment chamber… I suppose I could make a change of plans…" Anti-Cosmo paused for emphasis, seeing the angry looks on their faces. "Originally, I thought no one'd have the brains to check on the poor ickle Anti-Fairies, floating helplessly in one place for oh-so-many years! You don't know what it's like! It gets just so unpleasant… Why do you THINK we want our revenge? You can't blame us, really."
Eyes narrowing, he continued. "We were initially going to escape, release the disease, and retreat back to the depths of Anti-Fairyworld until all of you died off. But, apparently, you know of our plan! So, I guess if I'm going to destroy your filthy race and take over the planet, first I'll have to eliminate fairy and mankind's only hope: You."
"Oh yeah!? Well, we're going to stop you, you big meanie!" Cosmo blurted before Timmy or Wanda could stop him.
"And how do you propose to do THAT?" Anti-Cosmo retorted, not losing his calm for a second. "You haven't a single idea as to how to try and stop us. You really should give up. Maybe we can even afford to spare you, and instead of dying, you can… stick around… for our entertainment…" He chuckled a bit, envisioning a bunch of horrific mental images, until Timmy's loud growling cut him off.
"You can't do this! The whole reason the fairies locked you up is so you wouldn't do things like this!" Timmy yelled. "Besides, how can you live with yourself when millions and millions of creatures all over the universe will die with the disease that you spread?! I know you're an Anti-Fairy, but that doesn't mean you don't have a heart! Deep down, I know you do."
"Preposterous!" Anti-Cosmo shook off the thought immediately. "So many poor, innocent creatures dying is exactly what we want! Soon, there will be nothing but us, and the stories of your unfairness towards us will be all that remains of you and your stupid race!" He turned his head towards the large chamber. His grin widened, and his eyes narrowed even further.
"It's time…" He murmured.
"It's what???" Wanda demanded.
"Huh?" Timmy chorused.
"MOMMMMYYYYYYY!" Cosmo cried.
All at once, there was an ear-splitting rumble… And a massive explosion…
And instantly, everything faded to black.
Mr. Mederv was the top doctor in the Fairyworld Medical Center. You couldn't find a better knowledge of health if you tried. And currently, he sat down in his little desk, bored to death. When would something exciting happen?
As if on cue, two little Fairy nurses burst through the doors, sporting three stretchers- each with its own mutilated body.
"MR. MEDERV!" One of the nurses shrieked.
"The door, the door to Anti-Fairyworld collapsed!" The other yelled.
"These three were trapped under it!" They both blabbed in unison.
Mr. Mederv rose from his seat, eager for some action. He inspected the three bodies closely, to diagnose their condition.
"A human boy." He mused.
"Huh?"
"A human. You brought in a human!" He yelled. "This is the FAIRYworld Medical Center! You don't bring HUMANS in!"
"But, sir-"
"Not buts! I'm not treating a human." Mr. Mederv looked closer at the boy, then shook his head slowly. "It's too late for him, anyway. Get rid of the body."
Eyes somber, the fairy nurses did as they were told, wheeling the stretcher out of the door, sadly eyeing the disfigured body.
"What do we do with it?"
"Let's just bury it. It's what normal humans do."
"BURY it??? That's… That's monstrous!!"
"Don't look at me! Let's just poof down to Earth real quick, cover this corpse with some dirt and get it over with."
"The poor boy! Never even had a chance."
Wanda groaned as her eyes slowly batted open. The world was spinning, the walls seemed far away, and the ceiling loomed overhead, uneven in certain places. She shook her head roughly to clear her vision, but it only caused her more pain. It took her a half minute to take full notice that she was lying in a hospital bed.
"Oh my gosh! Cosmo!"
Afraid at what she might find, Wanda looked to the bed on the right next to her. The green-haired fairy slept peacefully, head halfway buried into the pillow, a few wires hooked up to his body but nothing more. He looked far better off than she was.
"Timmy?"
Wanda looked to her left, expecting to see a third hospital bed, with Timmy's still form, deep in slumber. But her eyes rested on nothing but a wall.
"Nurse!" Wanda cried.
A few seconds passed. There was a POOF, and one of the fairy nurses appeared.
"Ah! You're awake! How do you feel?"
"Fine, mostly." Wanda rubbed her head in pain. "My noggin's still taking a bit of hurt. Where are you treating my godson, Timmy?"
The nurses' eyes widened with realization. "That kid… was your godson???"
"Yes. And I'd like to see if he's okay, if that's all right with you." Wanda was starting to get irritated.
"Oh, well, um… I'm sorry, but… the human boy… he didn't quite make it."
Upon hearing this, the fairy's world seemed to fall apart. The world was spinning again. She was feeling increasingly light-headed.
"…Um… What did you just say?" Wanda asked again, voice trembling, hoping she had heard wrong.
"Your godson's dead, ma'am. I'm sorry."
Mr. Menderv greeted the fairy nurse, Linka, as she returned from Wanda's room.
"How's she doing?"
"You mean, Wanda? Not so well. That boy was her godson." Linka murmured quietly.
"Oh. Well, that's too bad. Anything else?"
"Oh, yeah…" Linka cleared her throat. "She claims she, her husband, and her late godson are from the future, and they went to the past to stop the Anti-Fairies from escaping, because apparently, them escaping would cause a horrible disease to spread between both worlds because of the buildup of black magic in Anti-Fairywo-"
"Cut to the chase, Linka." Mr. Menderv interrupted her.
"We have a bigger problem at stake." Linka announced. "If she's telling the truth, both Fairyworld and Earth are in grave danger. She claims the disease has no cure. She also says that the boy you refused to treat was, according to Jorgen Von Strangle, our only hope."
"A human child? This Wanda's hit her head harder than we thought. For now, I want you to treat that other patient in room 23. They need a left wing transplant."
It was nighttime on Earth. All was silent, peaceful, undisturbed.
That is, until thousands of shadowed figures silhouetted against the moon flew in from across the galaxy… creatures with ragged blue skin, leathery black dragon wings, and a pointy pewter crown.
The Anti-Fairies.
Now, Anti-Fairies specialize in Black Magic, which also includes the concept of death, and alternatively, reincarnation. Regular fairies can't resurrect anything smarter than a gerbil, puppy, or an ocelot. On the flip side, if Anti-Fairies found it in their best interests, they could resurrect each and every single dinosaur that once roamed the Earth.
But they wouldn't.
The Anti-Fairies aren't evil. Perhaps they are mischievous little imps that are better locked away, but definitely not pure evil. Which was why all but one of the Anti-Fairies flew down to Earth that night, searching for the body of Timmy Turner.
Because only one of the Anti-Fairies was truly set on destroying all of fairy and mankind alike. You can guess.
"This should teach mah sweet stuff to pay more attention to meh and not to some stupid disease!"
Anti-Wanda came to a halt before a lump of dirt on the ground. After a quick glower at the sky, she aimed her wand at the motionless lump-
And instantly, fully-healed and looking as if nothing had ever happened, stood a very confused Timmy, rubbing his forehead in a dazed fashion.
Anti-Wanda floated back skywards to join the other Anti-Faires (minus Anti-Cosmo), before departing back into the clouds.
"Mah work here is done!"
After a few seconds, all traces of the fairies were long gone. A disoriented Timmy started to clear his head, and was slowly regaining full consciousness. "Woah… I feel like I just spent two hours covered in soil." He murmured, still a little dazed, and shook his head, sending a few stray bits of dirt flying off of his disheveled hair.
But something was wrong.
"Cosmo? Wanda? Where are you???"
Timmy glanced around, rubbing his arms together to shield himself from the night air.
"Can ANYONE tell me what's going on?!"
There was no response, except the echoing of his voice which bounced back at him seven times over.
Cosmo rolled over in his sleep, drooling all over his pillow (and a little on the wires hooked up on his face). As a sheltered, oblivious mama's boy, his dreams were filled with nothing but huge, heaping plates of chocolate brownies, adventures in candyland, and of course, the constant care and attention of his loving mother.
"More cookies, Mama!" He chirped, a giant chocolate smudge covering his entire mouth area. Mama Cosma emerged from the kitchen, smiling ear to ear, clutching an entire plate of "I rather dislike Wanda" cookies.
"There's nothing like biting your beloved's head in half – especially in an edible form!" Cosmo raised the cookie to his open mouth. Closer, closer it drifted… He could feel the warm, melted chocolate molecules tickling his taste buds, urging him to take that first bite-
"COSMO!" Shrieked Wanda's head on the cookie. "COSMO!"
"Mama! The cookie is talking to me!" Cosmo whined.
"COSMO! WAKE UP! COSMOOOO!"
The green-haired fairy was brought back into reality by someone roughly grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, yanking on his tie a little bit, almost choking him.
"Wandaaaa…" He managed to squeak, his voice barely emitting from his throat. (of course, he was in no danger of suffocating, as fairies have no lungs to begin with) "Wandaaaaaaaaaa!"
Wanda released her grip on Cosmo's collar, allowing his head to fall back on his pillow. Coughing, Cosmo opened his eyes a smidgeon, glancing at Wanda's face. Instantly his eyes popped open all the way. He'd never seen Wanda so distressed in his life.
"Wanda?" He asked quietly, afraid he might cause her to burst into hysterics if he talked too loudly. "W-what happened?"
Wanda opened her mouth, but she couldn't find her voice. Instead, she buried her head into his shoulder, sobbing openly. Now, Cosmo may've had an IQ about equal to that of a rotting pumpkin, but he knew that something was definitely wrong. Still a little confused, he rested his arms on her back, drawing her closer.
"It's all right, lambchop…" He uttered, resting his head on her own. "Just… stop… crying." If there was one thing he hated seeing, it was a hysterical Wanda. She was always there to calm him down (which was often), and he wanted to do the same.
"W-w-we should've been looking a-after him, C-cosmo." Wanda managed to say, her eyes still clenched tightly against the fabric of her husband's shirt.
"Who? Timmy?" He asked, baffled. "Did something happen to Timmy?"
"H-he… He…" Wanda couldn't speak any more. She broke down into even more tears, as Cosmo grew more and more stressed under the burden of her gloom.
"Calm down… Please…" He was on the verge of begging. If Wanda kept crying, he was sure he'd do the same.
Wanda slowly lifted her head from where it had rested on Cosmo's shirt. Her face was still hidden by locks of unruly pink hair that had come undone from its usual swirled style. "I'm sorry, Cosmo…" She whispered, sitting back down on her own hospital bed. "It's just that… Timmy…. H-he…"
"Timmy what?"
"He didn't… survive… when… the d-door…" Wanda stopped abruptly in mid-sentence, afraid of another outburst. She was already holding back another round of tears just waiting to be shed.
Cosmo's eyes widened with realization. "So… you mean…Timmy's… gone?" He asked in small voice.
"…Yes… We… we failed, Cosmo."