Author's Note - I'm gonna finish! Yes I am! Lookit me go! I am updating! Wh00t! Lookit me go! I'm about to finish! Just one more chapter after this one! I'm so happy.

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Chapter Nine - A Horrible Blazing

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Timmy Turner sat on his knees, weeping. He didn't even try and get a grip on reality as several horrific phrases ran through his head, again and again and again:

Timmy the murderer. Foolish Timmy, the reckless. Worthless Timmy. Timmy, responsible for the fate of the planet.

He knew it wasn't really his fault. But unlike everyone else in the world, he'd actually had at least a sliver of a chance of saving humanity.

"I know you've never been one for games, Timothy. You see, I'd been observing your behavior from my former prison in Anti-Fairyworld. This is only the latest and greatest in a terrible streak of losing, eh?"

The sky wavered and shifted, as did the overall environment. Timmy's head shot upright, and he found himself kneeling in front of his house. He reached up to touch his forehead. The helmet was gone. He was out of his battle gear.

"You see, the only way you possibly could've won the game would be by destroying that beam sword. See, if you had looked at it harder, you would've noticed that the answer was actually engraved in the handle! I suppose you've never been one for attentiveness, either." 

Anti-Cosmo poofed down at eye-level with Timmy. He had reverted back to his smaller, less noticeable form, possibly so as not to attract so much attention (though it's not like it mattered- he was already capable of controlling the world).

"Take a good look around you, Timothy. This is the last you will ever see of your home. It's also the last thing your home will ever see. Though you lost the game, I'm rewarding you a handsome consolation prize. You will be the last living human being ever to walk this planet!"

And just like that, Timmy was surrounded in a glowing (pink) bubble. He desperately struggled against it, but the air inside the bubble was thick and dense, like gelatin, and it was a huge strain against his muscles just to try and move.

"Don't bother flailing about. You'll just be wasting your energy."

Anti-Cosmo raised his wand. Though it was the normal, natural size of a default wand, within it coursed a horrific amount of dark magical power.

"Currently, all the black magic ever shed, ever created, ever to exist… lies within this very wand," The tyrant drawled. "It looks ordinary enough, doesn't it?"

Timmy, having long run out of tears, simply glared at his captor through hateful eyes.

"Don't be such a bad sport. Winning usually isn't everything. Though I suppose it is in this case." The anti-fairy concentrated. A huge summon of black magic began visibly flowing through his wand, little azure sparks dancing upon its surface. "This will be the most magnificent sight in the history of this pathetic planet, and you will have the front-row seat."

The wand now began to quiver. A huge BLAST of powerful ambience rippled through the air, toppling street signs and causing small cars to collapse in upon themselves. It made a very loud, but very vacant sound. Poor Timmy couldn't cover his ears, still trapped in that protective bubble, surrounded by nearly-solid air.

"Now that we've warmed up… Here comes the finale!"

This time, the star-end of the wand became enameled with brilliant, cool purple flame. One by one, the houses lining the street were set ablaze with fires of matching, dark aquatic hues. A few muffled human screams were heard, but they lasted only a few short seconds. Timmy figured it must not have been ordinary fire.

Suddenly, his heart stopped beating as he realized that the approaching purple fire was only a few yards away from his own!

"No!" He managed to choke, though his breath was still caught in his throat. "You can't do this!"

As much as Anti-Cosmo loved to talk, he decided to ignore Timmy right then, of all times. With a smug smirk on his face, he watched as house by house began to burn.

Now, only one house stood between the Turner residence, and the horrible purple fire. That one house, the one next door to Timmy's own, shortly became the next victim to the deadly blaze.

Suddenly, Mr. Turner's head could be seen poking out the side window. Timmy nearly fainted. Dad? "Hey, honey! The Dinklebergs just went up in flame!"

Doesn't he have the faintest clue? Timmy tried to send him some kind of telepathic message. You're next, dad! What are you doing!? You and mom have to get out of there!

It was too late. The doom-bringing purple fire completely engulfed the house Timmy had come to know as his own. His own desperate cry muffled out that of his parents'.

"No!" He sobbed, his voice broken. "Noooo…!" He could hardly believe it.

After his own house was burnt in the purple blaze, the fire suddenly caught on to every other building in the area, as if the suspenseful one-by-one method had lost its usefulness. Violet fumes rose above the city and melted into the clouds like a wispy blanket of smoke. The sun was completely blocked from view, casting a depressive shadow upon the world below.

"The destruction of your city. Nothing more to see here."

Anti-Cosmo raised a finger. Instantly, Timmy's protective bubble rose into the air to float side-by-side with the evil pixie. The two floated upwards into the sky, until many of the neighboring cities (like Brightsburg) were laid out like a map before them.

"And now, to spread the fun a little more."

Those neighboring cities now glowed with purple. They were undoubtedly encased in the same destructive fire that birthed from Dimmsdale.

"Are you enjoying this, Timothy? You should. Besides myself, no one has a better view than you do, right now."

"…I… hate you."

"That's what I was going for. Which is why I'm going to make the experience a little bit livelier for you yet."

A brief flicker sparked from Anti-Cosmo's mighty wand. Suddenly, a searing pain in Timmy's head made him yelp in anguish. A transformation was taking place within his mind. The boy was now capable of seeing everything in the world at the same time, through a twisted, complicated chain of metamorphosis made possible only by magic.

"This new ability of yours is going to make you very confused, and give you, quite possibly, the worst headache ever suffered by humankind. But the experiences you are about to witness will be amazing."

With one last, definitive blast from the all-powerful wand, the entire world became engulfed with the deathly waves of lavender flames. Detailed depictions from every place in the world, that clouded Timmy's mind like trillions of high-definition TV sets, became enameled with that horrible purple hue. The unbearable pain, like nausea from too much action, came like its own foul burning through the boy's head. He cried out with agony, but he couldn't even hear himself, because of the thorough sound of burning that constantly raced through his mind. A wall-high pair stereo speakers on full blast was nothing in comparison.

"STOP! PLEASE!" He screamed, but the sound only echoed back to him, bouncing off the walls of that bubble shield once more. He wished it wasn't there, so he would be free to plummet to the Earth and get everything over with once and for all.    

But as those words were uttered, the burning suddenly stopped. Timmy realized, to his immense relief, that he was once again capable only of seeing what was in front of him. But he still had a headache to rival brain surgery.

He was floating out above the atmosphere, a little into space, with Anti-Cosmo, still protected by the bubble. He looked down upon the Earth. The purple was gone, but the entire world was a charred black. Not even any water was left. He suspected it must've evaporated super-quick as a result of the scorching temperature. After all, it was supernatural fire, resulting from a large concentration black magic.

"I want you to pause and reflect. You are the last remaining specimen of the human race." Anti-Cosmo boomed. His pale blue face was twisted into a sneer as he looked upon his lowly captive. "How do you feel?"

"I… I-I can't believe… anything anymore. I don't even think I'm alive right now."

"If I were to ask you that same question ten minutes from now, the answer you just gave me would be true. But I assure you that for the present time and moment, you are indeed very much alive."

Timmy heaved a gloomy sigh, staring down at this burned planet with remorse. It was all his fault. "…Can't you just kill me and get it over with?"

"You can't just rush into these things, Timothy. I'd like to get to know you first, and find out what it's like knowing that you've let everyone you care about down. Letting them die."

Timmy glared up at him. "I can't believe you. You, of all people, should know how that feels already. You killed your own wife just so you could have a little more magic for your arsenal. I didn't think anyone was possible of sinking to such a level."

Anti-Cosmo recoiled in obvious discomfort, and Timmy knew he had struck a weak chord.

"I think that as soon as you destroy everyone, you're going to realize that it really wasn't worth it." 

Anti-Cosmo managed to regain his composure in time to counter his reply. "And I'm going to listen to someone who's thirteen."

Timmy stared down at his feet. He didn't know what made him keep talking. It was as if forces unknown were controlling his voice. "I admit I've made… enough mistakes in my life… and that I'm not always right. Heck, I'm wrong more than half of the time. But I know for certain this is true: In less than an hour, you're going to be miserable."

The overlordly pixie simply floated there in silence. The boy's words pierced him deeply, but instead of remorse, they only made him angry. He no longer had any kind of desire to keep Timmy Turner around.

"You're making a big mistake." The boy pressed on. "I think-"

"That's it!" the tyrant roared. "I tire of you."

Timmy's voice stopped abruptly, as if the breath had been forced out of his throat. He found himself plummeting through the atmosphere, Anti-Cosmo at his side. They raced past the clouds, through the ozone layer, and past hundreds of feet of blank air before reaching the ground in a matter of seconds. They were on Timmy's street once more, directly in front of his house.

Three bodies lay, motionless, in his front lawn, and they had definitely not been there before.

Cosmo, Wanda, and Trixie!?

"You'll be joining them soon enough!"

There was no drama, no horrible scream, or even any kind of warning. Snap! Timmy was gone, with absolutely no effort on Anti-Cosmo's behalf. He fell at his friends' side, but after that, no further movement was made. There was nothing. Complete, total silence.

Anti-Cosmo took a pleased look around the area. Houses reduced to nothing but smoldering piles of rubble. A toppled street sign. In the distance, you could barely make out the few bricks that remained of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome.

The entire world was a stained and bloody battlefield, with only one survivor.

"I did it." He breathed, letting it soak in for a while. "I SUCCEEDED! The fairies and the humans! They're all stone DEAD! Isn't this great, dear?"

Anti-Cosmo turned his head gleefully, expecting to see his wife's immensely dorky but loyal disposition, either eating a sandwich with her feet, or… eating something else with her feet.

There was nothing.

"They're all gone." He muttered in realization. He finally had control of the world… both worlds, actually. But now that he did, he felt… strangely…

Sick. Sick to the pit of his massive, overlordly stomach.

"Well, there's still the Yugopotamians to wreak havoc upon!" He concluded after a minute of thinking. Yes, brilliant! They could still be brutally, morbidly tortured!

'Oh, wait a minute. They'd love that.'

Subconsciously, his eyes traveled to the mangled bodies of Cosmo, Wanda, Timmy, and Trixie, that lay strewn across each other on the floor.

"I should be delighted. I destroyed true love. Crushed it like… a saltine cracker…"

'Blast! There's no one around to marvel at my ingenious sense of word play…'

"Of course there's a positive side to this destruction! I've finally gotten my revenge!"

It was a cold, empty revenge. Hollow, unsatisfying. Not even a couple trustworthy lackeys to converse with.

"I could just revive all of the Anti-Fairies…"

This statement dropped like a rock. He knew the Anti-Fairies all hated him. He was sure that even Anti-Wanda would never be able to forgive him.

Looking back, though, he realized…

Before he spoke carnage, he had been their great leader. They all looked up to him, respected him. He felt like he was needed.

Now, he was the sole inhabitant of both Fairyworld and Earth. He felt like an oddball. Like a social reject. Like a loner.

"I'm speaking crazy talk! This is what I've been dreaming of, and I've finally achieved! WHY AM I STILL SO MISERABLE?!" He demanded at the empty sky. There weren't even any birds to lighten the mood. It truly was a dead world.

The darkened fairy had gotten his wish.

"This seems like a dreadful price to pay now that I've finally achieved my dream." He muttered to himself. "Total misery, and not even a few lowly subjects to order around. It's clear I can't stay here... But I've finally achieved world conquest. Do I really have to give it up?"

In an ironic way, the silence that answered him only confirmed that question. Yes. I guess I really do.

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A/N: One chapter remains. Then I will be done! Laaaa~