Yes my friends, Chapter 7 is now up. I hope you all enjoy reading it. Those who have reviewed, your all too kind. Thanks a bunch! And now you can stop reading this (If people even do read this) and find out if everyone will be okay!
Chapter 7: The Only Way To Get Her Back
Timmy was teleported once again to the game board.. He was still out cold. Cosmo and Wanda were at his sides when he got there.
"Oh, what happened?" Timmy asked woozily. He had just woken up and found himself on another giant block, this one reading 26.
"Where are we?" He asked again, clueless. He didn't remember any of the previous events. He looked over at his godparents. Cosmo was gazing at Wanda with some tears in his eyes, although Timmy had no idea why. Wanda was still asleep on the ground.
"Wanda, Cosmo, what just happened here?" Timmy asked his godparents again, hoping for a response this time.
Suddenly, Wanda's eyes flashed open. They still looked as they did in her reflection, except they were now even more black. All at once the memories came flooding back to Timmy, as if it had jogged his memory by looking at Wanda.
"Hi ya Timmy. Your alive too!" Cosmo said as he noticed Timmy out of the corner of his eyes. Timmy just stared at him. Wanda, on the other hand, glared.
Timmy remembered what had happened to Wanda, but something still baffled him. How she had gotten like that in the first place. He could remember Anti-Cosmo telling him it was his fault, but he didn't remember making any wishes after he found that box. He looked over at Cosmo again. He was lying on the ground again, still crying because his wife seemed to no longer love him anymore. His face was wet and the ground was muddy from all the tears. And his shirt had grown muddy from lying in it for so long. Mud?
All the sudden it hit Timmy square in the face. He suddenly remembered the wish he had made, the one that had made Wanda like this. He had wished all the mud away from the room. It was after that, Wanda had started to show symptoms. He also remembered the box was unable to be cleaned. It had remained muddy.
"Timmy, what do we do now?" Cosmo asked in a worried voice. He had gotten up and was brushing the mud off his shirt.
"I don't know Cosmo." Timmy said in a small voice. He was still thinking. Had this really been all his fault? Anti-Cosmo had been right, he was the cause of Wanda's current pain. And if he was correct about that, why would he lie about all the other stuff? Timmy was starting to believe the whole thing was his fault. As he sat there, tears came to his eyes once again. He looked over to his godparents and noticed Wanda was back on the ground again, sleeping.
"Timmy, don't cry." Cosmo said through his own tears. He floated over to Timmy.
"But don't you see Cosmo," Timmy cried. Cosmo just stared at him. "This whole thing is my fault. Wanda would be okay if it wasn't for me. The whole world would be okay if it wasn't for me!"
"But, but Timmy..." Cosmo said in a small voice.
"I can't do this anymore Cosmo!" Timmy yelled a bit louder. "Where all going to die and it's all my fault. Anti-Cosmo was right." Timmy said. He sat down as tears started to come to his eyes again.
Cosmo started to say something, but was cut short, because at that moment Wanda woke up. She looked fine. Her eyes were back to normal now.
"Wow, what happened?" She said drearily, clutching her head. She got up and floated over to Timmy and Cosmo.
"Timmy, what's wrong?" She asked him in a worried voice. Timmy was now lying on the ground crying.
"Cosmo, what's wrong with Timmy?" She asked her husband. He just smiled back at her, over-joyed that she was back to normal.
"Oh Wanda, you love me again!" He yelled and hugged her, but then let go. He remembered what had happened the last time he hugged her.
"What do you mean, love you again?" She asked him, baffled. Cosmo was too happy to answer.
"YOW!" Timmy called out. He jumped up from where he had been laying, rubbing his stomach.
"Timmy, what happened?" Wanda called out and rushed over to Timmy.
"I'm not sure." He got up clutching his stomach. He moved his hand and Wanda noticed there was a hole burnt into his shirt. The skin, which was also burnt, had a bluish tint to it.
"Hey Wanda, your up...again!" Timmy said, still wincing in pain.
"Timmy, look!" Cosmo said and pointed to the ground where Timmy had been previously laying. Timmy looked down and saw that he had been laying on the dice. They were now glowing a fiery red color.
"Maybe this is what burnt me." Timmy said picking them up. As soon as he touched them, they stopped glowing and grew very cold.
"Man, I'm never gonna get this game." Timmy yelled, looking at the dice. Then he looked down at his burn. It had now turned a deadly green color.
"Um Timmy.." Wanda started, but was cut off again by Timmy.
"OUCH!" Timmy yelled. The dice had grown hot again and started to turn a hot white color. This caused Timmy to throw them as far as he could.
"Uh-oh..." Timmy said as he watched the dice land. He massaged his burnt hand and looked back at his godparents. Well, he would of but they seemed to have disappeared.
"Cosmo, Wanda," Timmy called out at the top of his lungs. "Where are you?" He said in a quieter voice to himself. He looked back down at the dice which were now at his feet. They clearly displayed the number 13, once again. The sky grew darker and Timmy was once again teleported.
He appeared in another dark room, much like the one with the mirrors. The only thing that was different, as far as he could see, was that there was nothing in the center of the room. Everything around him was pitch black. Then he noticed a small shiny object on the ground, shedding a small amount of light. Timmy went over to it and looked down. Once, again, it was the dice. They were giving off a white light. It wasn't a lot of light, but it was enough for Timmy to see that he was on the edge of something and that he was looking down into nothing. Almost as if he was in space or something. He took a step back in fear of falling.
"Where am I?" Timmy muttered to himself.
"An excellent question!" A voice called out of nowhere. The voice was strangely familiar. Timmy looked up, only to see Anti-Cosmo, illuminated from the small amount of light emitting from the dice. He was smiling.
"I see you have made it to the next level." He said to Timmy. Timmy glared back.
"What have you done with Cosmo and Wanda?" Timmy yelled in reply. He was getting tired of him messing with his head.
"Oh, don't worry, they are safe. For now." He said evilly, showing his white teeth in a large smile.
"What do you mean, for now? What did you do with them?" Timmy said again in frustration.
"Why don't you see for yourself." He said gleefully. He raised his wand and lights flickered on. Timmy saw he was standing on a narrow metal bridge that snaked it's way around the room, almost like a maze. Above him, was a giant cloud, and below him, was nothing. Timmy gulped and looked down to the far side of the room. He could make out five black figures all hanging by a rope suspended from the cloud.
"What is this place?" Timmy asked, looking back at Anti-Cosmo.
"Why this," He said, looking around. "We are on the corner."
"Corner of what?" Timmy asked with suspicion.
"I call it the corner of death and pain, but you may call it by whatever you feel the need to." He said smirking. Timmy glared at him again.
"Where are Cosmo and Wanda?" He said again. Anti-Cosmo pointed down to the end of the room.
"Over there of course, what did you expect?" He said, rolling his eyes. Timmy looked at the five black figures again.
"But how can that be? What do I do?" Timmy asked, now worried.
"Save them, their fate rests with you!" He said in an evil tone. Timmy swore he saw his eyes flash red. "Now GO!" Anti-Cosmo shouted. He raised his wand and the whole room started to shake, causing Timmy to lose his balance. He fell down, landing on his stomach.
"Ow," Timmy yelled, clutching the burn in pain. "Why did you do that?" He asked angrily, rising to his feet.
"Ask nothing," Anti-Cosmo said in his face. "Now play, you don't have a lot of time left, Timothy!"He floated away, but before leaving he turned back. "Here you may find this little trinket useful." He said and threw something at Timmy. Timmy put his hand out to catch it.
"Have fun Timothy!" Anti-Cosmo yelled and flew through the cloud.
The object fell down into Timmy's outstretched hand. He caught and looked down. It was a wand, a dark black wand. Just like the one he had seen in the mirror. Timmy put it at his side and looked down the room. The figures were now struggling to free themselves. Timmy looked at the wand and back again. Then he took a step forward.
More suspense...will it ever stop. Those of you who don't like cliffhangers (nearly everyone) I'll update soon. Untill then happy reading and please review. Thanks!!:)