And now, I present to you...CHAPTER 5! I'm soo glad I got so many reviews, you guys are the best. I never thought I would get so many good one. Well, on with the story!
Chapter 5: I Can't Do This
It was too much for Timmy. He broke down and cried into his hands.
"But Timmy, you have to" Wanda said with a persuading voice. "If you don't, the Anti-fairies will take over"
"But I can't go through that again," Timmy sobbed and looked up at Wanda. "It was too horrible."
"What was horrible?" Cosmo asked with his usual grin on his face. Timmy looked at Cosmo now. He started crying again. Wanda put a comforting arm around his shoulders.
"It will be okay Timmy, you'll see." Wanda said reassuringly. She gave a small cough and held her head. She still wasn't feeling her best.
"No it won't, it won't be okay!" Timmy said through his tears. Wanda looked down at him. She took his hand and placed the dice in them. She hugged him once again and floated back a few inches.
"But Timmy, you have to!" Cosmo said, tears now coming to his eyes. Timmy stood up, his clasped hand outstretched in front of him. He opened his hand and stared down at the black dice. They were still glowing. He frowned and clasped his hand again and lowered them.
"I just can't do this anymore." Timmy said and sat down again. He hugged his knees to his chest and let the dice fall to the ground. As they hit, the sky darkened again and he saw two figures coming towards him.
"So Timothy, enjoying our little game, are we not?" Anti-Cosmo asked with a hint of glee in his voice. Anti-Wanda, who was not far behind, joined in the taunting.
"Yeh, little pest, haven fun?" She asked, in a hillbilly voice. Timmy looked up and frowned.
"Why are you doing this to me?" He asked as the tears flowed down his cheeks. He wiped them away and stood up. "Why?"
"Because, my dear Timothy, it is the only way..." Anti-Cosmo began, but was cut off by his wife.
"It's funn!" She said stupidly. Anti-Cosmo glared at her, signaling for her to keep quiet.
"As I was saying, it is the only way for us to become more powerful," Anti-Cosmo continued. "We grow stronger on other's bad luck, and I daresay you had quite a bit of bad luck back there." He said smiling.
"No, it wasn't bad luck, was it?" Timmy asked, now confused.
"What do you think?" Anti-Cosmo said, now frowning slightly. He seemed to enjoy taunting Timmy, but was bored with the fact that he didn't know what was going on.
"The mirrors? But they didn't have bad luck." Timmy said a little slower.
"My gosh child. Tell me now, what did you see in the mirrors? Hmm" Anti-Cosmo said in an anxious yet stern voice.
"The mirrors showed me killing my... my godparents?" Timmy said even quieter. He looked behind him and saw Cosmo and Wanda staring at him. Anti-Wanda had gone over to them and was now poking fun, and she seemed to be enjoying it too.
"Exactly, and what do you presume? Good luck or bad?" Anti-Cosmo asked again, sneering.
"Bad luck, I guess, but.." Timmy said. Anti-Cosmo butted in.
"Of course it was bad Timothy. And what happened after you saw that?"
"The mirror shattered." Timmy said as he felt his face. He was still bleeding. He pulled his hand away and looked at the three drops of blood on his finger tips.
"But Cosmo and Wanda. They saw something too!" Timmy said, making a comeback.
"Yes, but what does that matter, you are the one who caused all this. If anyone dies it is all your fault. All the blame is on you, Timothy, not them." Anti-Cosmo said laughing. He was enjoying the look of pain on Timmy's tear stained face.
"My fault?" Timmy asked, slowly.
"Of course, that image you saw in the mirror, will all be your fault, when the time comes!"
"But, that was just an image. It wasn't real. Right?" Timmy said. He was now crying again.
"You'll find out when the time is right." Anti-Cosmo replied.
"Timmy, don't listen to anything he says," Wanda yelled from behind him. "He's trying to trick you, ignore him!"
"It isn't your fault, blame the box, the box is mean!" Cosmo cried out from behind him also.
"But this is all my fault. None of you would be in this mess if it wasn't for me." Timmy cried. Wanda blasted a shot of magic at Anti-Wanda, pushing her away. She floated to Timmy to comfort him, followed by Cosmo.
"Timmy, none of this is your fault!" Wanda said as she placed an arm around his shoulders.
"But none of this would've happened if I hadn't..." Timmy started to say.
"Timmy, please understand this. None of this is your fault," Wanda said. "if it's anyone's fault, it's his!" She said and pointed at Anti-Cosmo, who was floating and looking at Anti-Wanda, who was glaring at Wanda.
"Yeah Timmy, that monkey is to blame, it's all his fault!" Cosmo yelled and floated over to Anti-Cosmo. He poked him in the stomach.
"It's-all-your-fault!" Cosmo said, poking him with every word he said. Anti-Cosmo rolled his eyes and grabbed Cosmo by the collar and held him high above his head.
"You simpleton, how is it my fault? Aren't you the one who found the box in the first place? This mess is really all your fault!" He said as he let Cosmo fall to the ground.
"What, no I didn't!" Cosmo started but then stopped. It had been him who had found the box. Maybe the whole thing was his fault!
"Cosmo, don't listen to him." Wanda yelled to her husband. Cosmo raised his head from the ground and looked at her pleadingly. He had tears in his eyes.
"It's all my fault!" He wailed.
"Oh, this is pathetic!" Anti-Cosmo sneered. He looked down at Cosmo, who was crying into the ground and kicking his legs. Wanda was hugging Timmy and Timmy, meanwhile, was crying into her shoulders. "Although it is rather fun, I might add!" He said to himself. He looked at his wife, who was massaging her arm.
"That Wanda lady, es gonna pay fer that!" She yelled and raised her wand. Her arm was still sore from where Wanda had blasted her away.
"Not now, my dear, we'll get her in do time, don't worry about that." He said while looking at Wanda. Anti-Wanda lowered he wand and glared menacingly at Wanda. Her hands balled into fists.
"Okay, Timothy, are you ready to continue?" Anti-Cosmo glided over to them and held out the dice once more. Timmy looked at him, tears still in his eyes.
"But, but..." Timmy said through his tears.
"Our, just take these, you silly, silly boy!" Anti-Cosmo yelled and shoved the dice into Timmy's hands. His temper was rising. "Roll them or I will destroy you all here at this very moment!" He yelled raising his wand high above his head.
Timmy didn't have to be told twice. He quickly got up and threw the dice once again. This time they didn't grow, they simply landed a few feet away.
"Well, so long Timothy." Anti-Cosmo yelled and he and Anti-Wanda disappeared with a small poof.
Timmy looked at the dice, but he didn't need to. It was obvious what he got, 13. He stood there as he waited to be teleported to the next space, but nothing happened.
"What's going on now?" Timmy asked Cosmo and Wanda.
"I have no idea Timmy, but what ever it is, it's gonna be bad." Wanda replied, her voice shaky.
Suddenly, as if by magic, the game board disappeared and Timmy was back in his bedroom. He looked around.
"What next?" He asked his godparents, who seemed to be just as confused as he was.
"I have no idea, then again, I never have any ideas!" Cosmo replied, hitting his head with his fist. Wanda rolled her eyes.
Timmy walked over to the center of his room and noticed the box was still there.
"Is the game over?" Timmy asked hopefully.
"I highly doubt that!" Wanda said in a nervous voice.
The room grew dark and the box started to glow once again, just like it had when they first opened it. It sprang open and, just like before, swirls of dark magic spilled out of the box. The magic floated up and spelled out more words.
"Oh, great, another riddle thingie." Timmy said glumly. He looked up and started to read.
So the bad luck's crossed your path
And now it's time to feel the wrath
The dark magic will take over
It's time to learn your life's new order
Why we do this, might you ask
Because evil lies behind the mask
We seek evil, we seek revenge
On this world, which turned again
You've turned your back, you've turned away
And now it's time I finally say
All the wishes all the pain
All the glory of your little game
The time is here, the time is now
Now it's time to say your vow
I will never seek peace again
For love it's time to feel revenge
Let it run, let it purge
Let your anger level surge
Your one of us now, here to stay
Now life's finally gonna pay
Let all of them feel your curse
Do your meanest, do your worst
Feel the anger flow through your veins
Let all the others feel your pain
And now, my dear, choose your fate
To stay with us, or those you hate
The dark side needs you, the dark side wants you
Stay with us, your good life's through
Now it's time to feel the change
Let's take flight, now flap your wings
To spread bad luck is what we do
And now that you can do it too
It's a new life, a brand new start
Now to never be apart
To separate your friends and pain
Take the challenge of life's big game
Go forth now, feel the glory
Of someone else's unlucky story
Your one of us now, nothing matters
Now go and let your bad thoughts scatter
For who can fill all these requests
And never let their dark soul rest
Your life will drain in one day's time
You'll turn to evil, a life of crime
And now that you have made your move
It's time for us to now choose you!
"What on earth is that supposed to mean?" Timmy asked Cosmo and Wanda.
"I don't know." Wanda said. She looked over in Cosmo's direction.
"Wait for it, it's coming!" Cosmo said he pulled his hair in frustration. "Nope, nothing." Timmy and Wanda sighed.
The box shut and the words disappeared. Then the box itself vanished into thin air and the room grew bright again.
"Wow that was weird," Timmy stated as he looked at Cosmo, who smiled back. "Hey, where did Wanda go to now?" Cosmo shrugged his shoulders.
They heard a cough and looked down. Wanda was lying on the floor all curled up. She looked really sick now. Her face was all red and she was clutching her stomach, groaning.
"WANDA!" Timmy and Cosmo both cried in unison. They rushed over to her, the thought of the poem completely forgotten at the time.
A/N: And it ends, yet again, with another cliffhanger. Don't worry, I'll update soon, I promise. Keep reading and reviewing and I'll keep updating. And I promise that's the last poem checks to make suer yep, last poem!!