Wicked Wonderland

Author Notes: Thanks for the reviews everyone. Fanfic-reader01: Thanks so much! That's exactly what I'm going for here.

Tegan: I really don't consider that a flame, I only hate it when people diss me or are judgmental in the early processes of a story. I think that video game is called "Alice", yes. I don't know what you mean by wordy, but this story is going to need a lot of words to describe the scenery, feelings, and events going on – because there'll be a lot of that. Also, what word do I keep misspelling? I'm horrible with spelling and I really only have the Word spell check to rely on. Thanks for your comments.

Hanakin222: Thanks! I hope this is soon enough!

Billie Jukes: Yep, like I said to Tegan, I think it is "Alice". Also, Timmy doesn't really realize what he wished, if you notice, he was really just saying the first thing that came out of his mouth while he was barely awake. But I do agree, he really does need to watch what he wishes.

And now onto chapter two, if you didn't see a reply to your review, that means I hadn't read your review at the time I wrote this chapter. I'll try to reply to everyone when I can.

Chapter 2: Shards

Timmy shuddered slightly, 'When did it get so cold in here?' he thought curiously, but not so curious as to actually have his eyes open to look around. The cold chilled his spine, almost as if he was laughing at him, and all comfort that had possibly been there before was now gone. Timmy's eyes fluttered open to see a strange room he did not recognize. Everything seemed to be in a deep and endless shadow, everything was a dark blue and seemed to be snarling at him like a monster.

"Cosmo? Wanda?" Timmy whispered with a hoarse voice, almost too frightened to speak any louder. His eyes shifted around the dark room, which he suddenly recognized – was his, "What happened guys? Where are you?" He sat up realizing he had fallen asleep in his normal clothing, he sighed and looked at his bed, which looked horribly uncomfortable and scrappy, he wondered how on earth he could have slept on such a thing. His blankets and sheets had been reduced to rags, no wonder he was freezing. Or perhaps that wasn't the reason; something was horribly wrong, and being afraid suddenly felt natural to Timmy. He stood up and slowly tiptoed around his room.

With a loud and treacherous bang, the glass of Timmy's window smashed to millions of shards, and a horrid gust of wind caused the torn curtains to flap around dangerously. However the shards appeared nowhere on the floor of his room, and seemed to be caused by nothing. None-the-less, Timmy hid under his bed in a flash, his heart pounding loudly against his chest. The wind roared as it entered his room as if it were looking for something. Drawers flew open and clothing and things flew everywhere in a bizarre colorful blur, his closet sprung open and piles of comics poured out and splattered all over the dark wooden floor.

Timmy gulped down his fear like he was being forced to eat Brussels sprouts; he cringed and came out from his hiding place. Wind blew around him, his hair flapping freely within the wind; he squinted his eyes and tried to find some sort of source to the wind to speak to, it seemed rather silly to just speak at some wind, but he saw no source so he simply shouted, "HEY! WIND-DUDE! STOP MESSING WITH MY ROOM!" She put a hand over his eyes to shield them from wind attacking his face, but there was no sign of anything slowing down. He grabbed the special computer that could email Jimmy, and dove under his bed which for once seemed to feel like it had much more room than it had before. He opened it up and noticed the clock on the taskbar said it was 7 AM, he turned on his instant messenger, just praying Jimmy was online.

Luckily not everything was going against him, Jimmy was in fact online.

Timmy typed furiously on the keyboard, shuddering at the small harsh breezes whipping against him every once in a while.

Timmy typed, "Jimmy! I need your help, something has gone wickedly wrong! My fairy – holograms, have gone missing, everything looks really messed up, like everything is dark blue and in shadow and my room has changed. And the wind is attacking me and searching my room! HELP ME!!"

He stared intensely at the laptop-like computer, waiting for a reply, so many thoughts raced through his head; he could barely contain them all. In fact, he rarely had this many thoughts in his head at once. One of his main ones was how incredibly stupid his message had sound if he said it out loud. It made no sense other than the fact it was really random, what if Jimmy thought it was just a joke, or didn't understand what he was saying?

"Stay where you are, I'll be there momentarily," Came a reply on his instant message box.

He quickly typed back, "What the heck does momentarily mean?"

But there was no typed response.

Timmy rubbed his arms, hoping for some warmth to come upon him, but none sufficed. He heard a crash and saw just barely outside the perimeter of the bed the empty fishbowl lying on the floor with several shards surrounding it as water slowly crawled out of the bowl.

Jimmy paced back and forth just outside his lab, what to do, what to do? He had just called Sheen and Carl to come over immediately, none of their parents seemed to be too happy about being woken up on a Saturday morning so early, but Jimmy knew sacrifices had to be made. He wasn't sure what was going on with Timmy, but it sounded positively weird.

"Hey Jimmy!" Sheen shouted while waving as he and Carl walked to Jimmy's yard.

"We came as soon as we could," Carl added in.

Jimmy sighed with relief, "Thanks guys."

"So what's the sitch Wade?" Carl asked in a girlish voice. Jimmy and Sheen stared dumbfounded at Carl, barely blinking at him, Carl coughed, "I mean – Jimmy."

"Someone has been watching the Disney channel instead of the llama channel recently, huh?" A female voice from behind them smirked.

Jimmy jumped in shock, 'Oh gas-planet, please don't tell me its-,' Jimmy turned around and saw Cindy Vortex standing in her normal apparel with Libby Folfax by her side, he finished his thought, 'figures.'

Carl rubbed the back of his neck, "well I might have – channel surfed, a little."

"What are you doing here Vortex!" Jimmy snapped with more of a demand than a question.

Cindy crossed her arms and Libby mimicked the same gesture, "I want to know why you haven't let me have contact with Timmy."

"Who says I have contact with him?" Jimmy crossed his arms as well, but Sheen and Carl nervously took a step away from him.

"You should really start on training your parrots to keep secrets, Nerd- tron," Cindy smiled sweetly as Jimmy forced himself to not turn around and whack his friends Carl and Sheen in the head.

"That isn't the only reason I'm here," Cindy said more seriously this time.

Jimmy arched an eyebrow, "What's the other reason?"

"I have a feeling something is wrong with Timmy," Cindy stated simply whilst Libby rolled her eyes, but Cindy insisted defensively in an almost whiny voice, "No really! Something is wrong, am I right?"

Libby, Carl, and Sheen laughed like she was just an overly obsessed girl, and Cindy looked down sadly as if feeling embarrassed. Jimmy cocked his head slightly and stared at her, "actually – he is in trouble, how did you know?"

Instantly the laughter died down, but Cindy only shrugged and replied, "Gut feeling."

To Be Continued

Another Author Note: I wanted to get to the part where they go to Timmy's world, but I don't want the chapters to be so long, lol. So I should reach there by next chapter, if I don't, well, you'll know when it's that chapter cause it'll be titled "Losing Depth". Review if you want more chapters! And thanks for reading.