Indeed, it was Trixie Tang, the most popular girl in school, hunched over him with a look of horror. Timmy stared back up at her, unable to believe it.

"Trixie?!!" He gaped, all intentions of dying forgotten. (Who can blame him?) "What the… !?! How did you..."

"It's a long story." Trixie interrupted, hurriedly searching through her bookbag.

"What're you looking for?"

"This." She lifted her arms out of the bag, revealing what she had brought; a long white blanket. "Quick! Get under it!"

Timmy had no choice- he couldn't move. Trixie huddled closer to him, and spread and blanket out over both of them. "It repels black magic," She managed to murmur over the sounds of the rain and wind.

"But- I don't… How…" Timmy babbled aimlessly. He had a gazillion questions, but he couldn't put them into words.

The booming voice of Anti-Cosmo suddenly blared into their minds.

"Think you can hide, children? Or are you doing something else? Teheh… Personally, I think you're about five years underage to be-"

"If you weren't all-powerful, I'd slap you." Trixie announced indignantly. "You have one sick, twisted way of thinking."

"But of course! You can't expect someone to rule the world if all they have is a G-rated, hearts, stars and rainbows, child of a mind… But there is something I'd like to know. How did you both… mere children… acquire that blanket? That thing's coursing with light magic… If I had known such things existed, I'd have found a way to destroy them all years ago."

"Light magic?" Timmy inquired, raising a brow.

"The opposite of black magic." Trixie explained in a rush. "Can't you infer that just from the name? Now-"

"How do you know all this?!!" Her friend demanded.

"Timmy, we need to focus more on how we're going to beat him! This blanket won't shield us forever. Now-"

Timmy grabbed her wrist. "I want to know." He insisted sternly. Trixie sighed, exasperated.

"All right, but it has to be quick. This may be hard for you to believe, but… for many days now, I've been watched over by Anti-Wanda."

"Woah. That's gotta stink." Timmy spoke louder. "And this may be hard for you to believe, but we're living in the past."

"Tell me something I don't know."

"What?"

"I know we're from the future, Timmy. The Anti-Fairies are powerful. They can co-exist in separate voids. Anti-Wanda sent me back into the past with you, but it wasn't until a few minutes ago you came back down to Earth."

"Then… I've already asked you out?"

"I remember that. And then your babysitter held you hostage, and then Mr. Crocker returned, and- Anyway, we need to get back on track. Where are your fairies?"

"Anti-Wanda explained just about everything, didn't she? …Wait a minute… I thought she was supposed to be stu…"

The blanket was blown away with a sudden gale of wind, leaving Timmy and Trixie out the open.

"…pid."

Timmy couldn't believe what he saw. There, miles above the ground, sat the Anti-Cosmo, who apparently, had swollen to 56 times his normal size. His wings, massive, demonic, resembling that of a dragon, hung at his side. The pointy pewter wand had mutated into a winged black scepter that he clutched like a lightning rod, holding it skywards as if to summon a great deal of magic.

Actually, that's exactly what he was doing.

"W-what happened..?!" Timmy breathed, staring up at the gargantuan monstrosity in the sky. "It… it..."

"Not so high and mighty now, Timothy?" Anti-Cosmo's voice echoed for miles around, rattling their brains with a great volume. Timmy and Trixie both covered their ears, but it still sounded much like a high-quality speaker system turned up at full blast. "Let me answer that for you- NO! For that is my job, now."

"He's enormous!" Timmy choked out. "How on Earth did he-?"

"It seems I've forgotten my manners!" Anti-Cosmo announced in a sing-song voice. "You see, all the black magic in the world is currently coursing through my wand… So, in other words, all the Anti-Fairies have been cruelly destructed, and of course there is no longer any stupid disease to wipe out the rest of you… I will be the one doing that."

"Wait a second… ALL of the Anti-Fairies?" Timmy asked.

"Even your own wife???" Trixie chorused.

"Anti-Wanda? Who needs that primitive simpleton around? I have all the friends I need right here." And thus, he tapped his glistening wand.

"Well, someone will stop you! Just you wait!" Timmy yelled up at him. "Even if we can't, Jorgen Von Strangle will!" He saw Trixie's confused expression. "Toughest fairy in the universe." He explained.

"Oh, which reminds me!" The mammoth drawled, the smug look on his face only growing as time progressed.  "On the way here, I dropped by to visit with the old chap. In comparison to me, he is puny and weak, so you could say I put him out of his misery. In simpler words for you children, I morbidly abolished him."

"I don't believe it." Timmy muttered under his breath. "Trixie, I… I don't think there's anything we can do."

"It took you this long to figure that out??" The towering dictator spat. "Now, as for the both of you, I still have to think of a punishment. Let's see, now. What gruesome, mind-bending, worse-than-death torture could I possibly bestow on you both???"

As Anti-Cosmo was left to this thoughts, Timmy turned to his trembling female counterpart. "Trixie… I don't know what we can do, or even if we should keep trying. But we really need to leave, you know? Prolong being blown up as long as we can. There's got to be someone out there powerful enough…"

Trixie shook her head. "No, Timmy. There isn't. Don't you get it? This it it."

"Nice knowing you!"

"I can honestly say the same…"

"Now let's get out of here!"

They both scrambled to escape the clearing, despite the winds and rain (although the weather itself had settled down a bit). Unfortunately, Anti-Cosmo caught sight of them before they were able to escape.

"What naughty children you are!"

With a flick of his wrist, Timmy and Trixie re-appeared directly in front of him, hovering in mid-air, bound at the wrists and ankles in heavy chains.

"What're you gonna do with us??" Timmy demanded, noting just how small he and his friend were in comparison to the monstrosity before him. He felt like an ant. Like a hopeless ant begging for its own life, at the mercy of some kind of twisted, evil blue toddler about to bring down his tennis shoe among the ant's twisted, disfigured body-

Timmy shuddered. 'Too descriptive.'

"Excellent question, Timothy. I'm glad you asked."

Anti-Cosmo snapped his fingers, and instantly the three of them disappeared.

=MEGA-ANTI-POOF!=

They re-assimilated inside a huge, cold fortress.

"Like it? It's my new mansion, filled with dragons, dungeons, torturing chambers, etc etc, from which I will rule the world! BWAHAHA-"

"Oh, bound and gag me if that isn't the most cliché plot line I've ever heard of!" Timmy ranted.

"That can be arranged!"

With a brief flash of magic, Timmy was suddenly bound much more heavily than the first time, and of course, a thick handkerchief was stuffed into his mouth, muffling all the sound he tried to emit.

'I had to say "bound and gag me".'

"Your sudden immobility gives me a wonderful idea!" The captor mused, a twisted grin working its way up the side of his leathery blue face. "What better way to torture lover boy then to make him watch in horror as I slowly bring his girlfriend to her slow and painful end? Oh, this is going to be fun."

Upon hearing this, Trixie backed away into the corner as well as she could without using or ankles or wrists. She knew it would be of no use to hide, but regardless, it was the only thing she could try and do in self-defense.

One last cry of help emitted from her lips before monstrous fairy grasped her around the middle and POOFed away with her, probably to the torturing chamber, where she would undoubtedly meet her untimely demise.

Timmy couldn't bear to listen. Knowing Anti-Cosmo had gotten him in a three-way checkmate, he hung his head to stare down at the intricate, carpeted floor of the fortress… but he promised himself he wouldn't cry. Instead, he spit out the handkerchief, and started to whisper to himself… to see if he could calm his immobile, trembling form.

"He's down in there with Trixie now… And she'll be suffering, and… there'll be nothing I can do…"

The situation seemed hopeless.

"Psst! Timmy!"

Timmy glanced upwards, eyes wide.

"C-Cosmo? W-Wanda?! Is that you?!"

Two figures arose from the shadows, one with hair a bright green, the others' a wintery pink.

"Sport, you're… you're…" Wanda gasped.

"OOH! OOH! I KNOW! He's Timmy!" Cosmo exclaimed. Wanda promptly slapped a hand over his mouth.

"…Alive…" She finished.

"Duh! Of course I am. But it's Trixie that needs help!" Timmy informed them, urgently. "Now, couldja undo my bonds so I can assist her?"

"Sorry, sweetie… They're magical bonds. We can't do a thing about them." Wanda murmured.

"Well, can't YOU at least go help her?!" He demanded. "Or is that against Da Rules, to help a child who isn't assigned to you?"

"Actually, it is, but at this particular time and place, I'm not tempted to follow the rules!" Wanda grabbed Cosmo's arm. "Come on, Cosmo!"

"Where are we going?! OH NO, WANDA! I'M NOT GOING DOWN THERE! IT'S COLD AND DARK AND SCARY, AND… MOMMMMMYYYYYY!!!"

Trixie re-appeared in a small wooden chair, that seemed to be floating in the middle of nowhere.

"This doesn't look like much of an… instrument of torture…" She murmured to herself. Anti-Cosmo materialized a few feet away, smirking.

"You didn't really think I'd kill you so fast, did you? That'd spoil all the fun! No, I'd like to prolong your suffering as long as I can… in this case, until Timmy's fairy godparents show up… Which should be any minute now."

"How do you know?!"

The sophisticated Anti-Fairy looked irked. "Is there something about me being an 'all-powerful' overlord capable of seeing into separate voids that you don't understand!? You humans really are pathetic."

There was a rattle, like the sound of a green-haired idiot colliding into a pipe, and then a near-inaudible wack, which sounded not unlike his irritated wife gently thwacking him over the head, possibly as a sign to 'Keep it down!'

"Here they come!" The gargantuan announced, starting to chuckle at their stupidity. "And… Oh, what a shame, it looks like Timothy isn't here with them. Oh well!"

A flash of magic, and Timmy appeared with Cosmo and Wanda at his side, mere feet away from Anti-Cosmo and Trixie Tang. All five were floating in the seemingly empty void of nothingness… by means of magic, because otherwise, they'd be falling, and that wouldn't be fun…

"What's going on?!" Wanda demanded.

"Oh, nothing, REALLY…" Anti-Cosmo began, nonchalantly pausing to wipe a stray strand of hair from his brow. "I've just decided to play a little game with you all…"

"Whoopee! Is it Candyland? How about Monopoly?!" Cosmo guessed. Wanda elbowed him in the ribs.

"Not that kind of game, sweetie." She sighed sadly.

"Oh! So it's a card game!" He concluded, grinning widely. Wanda couldn't bear to correct him again. All her hopes were gone.

"Anyway, I've decided… to give you one final chance." Anti-Cosmo announced. "If you win, I'll return the Earth to its normal state, revive everyone, and even promote the eating of pudding."

Cosmo squirmed with excitement. "YAY!"

"But if you lose… Well, I just destroy you, and… basically, that's it."

This time, Cosmo recoiled. "NOT YAY!"

"What do you have to say to that?" His anti self inquired, sounding all-too sure of himself.

"Um, I have a question…" Cosmo squeaked. "Are we playing Hearts or Go Fish?"

Timmy and Wanda both gave each other doomed looks. Trixie just looked despairingly over at the green-haired moron, shaking her head sadly. The other three knew they were already goners. Cosmo… He just never seemed to get it.