(Hello, there. I am terribly sorry for the wait, but I must tell you, the original chapter was lost when my laptop was wiped to remove the virus. Anyhow, I own nothing. I warn you, those who are hoping for Johnny to end this story happy and in love with Devi will be greatly disappointed. This is a sad ended fiction, but that's how it goes. I might make an alternate ending, but only if I get seven people who do! AND ONLY THEN WILL NNY BE HAPPY. ¡Vamos!)
Johnny looked at Timmy, his hair blowing in the ethereal winds.
"Um, this is heaven. I'm Johnny, the new grim reaper."
Timmy was thunderstruck. "But…I can't be dead! I have a life back there!" it was true. Vicky had recently been taken to Yugopotamia by Mark Chang, and was now happily married to him, and a mother at that! Such disgusting, little children they have. Along with this, Trixie Tang, the hottest girl in school, had accepted his request to go to the prom with him. Yes, I'm in awe as well. Thankfully, however, at that moment Cosmo and Wanda appeared next to Timmy, wielding threatening, glowing wands. Cosmo was the first to react.
"Stay back! He's not dying yet! YOU GET AWAY, YOU BASTARDS!" and so on and so forth did he go on. Wanda swiftly, and more intelligently I might say, flew over to Timmy. But before she could say anything, Johnny intervened.
"WHOA! Who the hell are you two?" said he, eyes bulging.
Wanda ignored him. "TIMMY! MAKE A WISH!"
"I wish I wasn't dead!" said he, and in a wave and a poof, he and the two were gone. Johnny was very confused.
"Okay…what the fuck was that?"
Exodus was crossing Timmy's name off the 'DEAD FOLKS' list.
"He was one of those kids with fairy godparents. They're given to miserable kids who need help and…"
"WHAT?" screamed Johnny, his eyes blazing with rage and jealousy.
"I MIGHT NOT BE ABLE TO REMEMBER MY CHILDHOOD, BUT I KNOW I WAS A MISERABLE AS FUCK! MY PARENTS WERE KILLED! THAT WASN'T ENOUGH TO GET SOME SORT OF COMPENSATION?" he was angry now, throwing off his robe and drawing a knife from his boot.
"I'M WILLING TO BET THAT SHIT HAS NEVER SEEN DEATH! HELL, I'M WILLING TO BET HE'S NEVER EVEN TALKED TO HIMSELF! BUT HE GETS A HAPPY LITTLE LIFE ON THAT BALL OF FILTH DOWN THERE," screamed he, pointing violently at the Earth below them. He held the knife threateningly at Exodus.
"AND HE GET'S TO KEEP HIS NORMAL LITTLE EXISTENCE, NOT THINKING THAT EVERYONE ON THE PLANET NEEDS TO BE KILLED! IF ANYONE SHOULD GET FAIRIES OR WHATEVER THE FUCK THOSE THINGS WERE, IT'S ME!"
An alarm blared from nowhere, smoke covering the ground. A tall figure stepped forth, and what a figure he was. He wore a blue, shining robe, draping over his feet, yet he didn't step on it when he walked. He had a long, flowing beard, ivory in color and curled at the end. He wore a crown of bravura and beauty. It was gold and silver, encrusted with rubies and emeralds, a single, black pearl on the top of it. His eyes with silver pupils were green and blazing with magical energy. His face, despite his apparent age, was smooth and unblemished, his ears pointed like an elf's. He held a glossy, graphite colored staff, a simple, long pole which he used to walk. He stopped in front of Johnny, shaking his head and glancing at a short, yet prestigious scroll of paper.
"No need to be profane, young one! You'll get yours, don't you worry." he said, almost in a chiding voice.
"Hm. Ah, yes, you should have gotten a fairy godparent, but someone spilled…" he stopped, scratching some red grease from the scroll and sticking it in his mouth. "Strawberry jam on the scroll of children for that year. I will fix this immediately!"
Before Johnny could even speak, the elder fairy snapped his fingers, forming a large clock in the air before him. He pressed several red buttons, and thus did the clock begin to move backward. The fairy walked rearward, Johnny began his rant in reverse, Timmy appeared and reappeared, Johnny got shot, Exodus being un-spanked by the masochistic wife of the devil, Johnny dying for the first time, Johnny meeting Nail Bunny, His first Cherry Doom, His first kill, Hi Skool, age 16, 15, 14, 13, 12, 11, 10…
Johnny awoke, a spry and joyful boy of 10. Today was to be picture day at school, and his parents were making their famous Monday Special Flapjacks. He rushed down the stairs, but something was wrong; He smelled no pancakes. No warm syrup, not even butter. He walked into his parents' room.
"Mom, dad, where are the, AHHHHHHH!"
He shrieked at the sight before him. His parents, thrown on the bed like so many used towels, were but bloody heaps of limbs and organs, their heads sticking out of the tops of the pile. Johnny fell backward, his mind unwilling to believe the sight before him.
"It's just a joke, it has to be! It's just a pile of fake…stuff. It just…" he stopped when he touched his mother's severed hand, and many memories flooded his mind. This was the hand that had carried him at birth that had washed him when dirty, that spanked him when insolent, and so many other things. He fell to the ground, sobbing, rocking back and forth.
"THEY'RE GONE! PLEASE, GOD, NO!" he screamed over and over, wishing he could just wake up. But this was no dream. They weren't coming back. He heard a noise behind him, and a gentle hand on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry, Johnny. I really am."
He turned immediately. The site was strange, that was true. The person who had touched him looked the size of a boy his age, yet his face was that of a man, a young man but a man nonetheless. His hair was a bright cyan, curly and long. He wore a green t-shirt and green jeans, and he held what looked like something the tooth fairy would have.
"Who…who are you?" he sniffled, his heart still aching.
"I'm Ramsey and I'm…" he flew into the air, spinning, orange fireworks sparking from nowhere. "You're fairy godparent!"
Johnny looked disbelievingly. "I have a fairy godparent?"
He nodded. Johnny sat up. "So…I can make wishes?"
He nodded again.
Johnny was thrilled. "Then I wish my parents weren't dead!"
Ramsey waved his wand, which glowed slightly as he did. In a cloud of magic, reading the word (Revive!), his parents were under the blankets, asleep. Johnny smiled, sobbing in relief. Ramsey turned into a tarantula and sat on Johnny's lap.
"I'd better hide."
"Why?"
"If they see me, I have to go away forever, and then they'll be dead again."
Johnny rushed to his room, placing Ramsey in a spare shoebox.
"I'll make sure no one but me ever sees you, k?" he nodded, getting an appreciative crawl from the fairy. Johnny ran into his parents' room as if it were Christmas day.
"MOMMY! DADDY! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up…wake up…wake…"
He awoke yet again. Johnny looked around, a smile on his face for a split second. He saw the house and every ounce of joy and hope was stripped from him. He dropped to his knees and sobbed. "WHY? WHY CAN'T I BE HAPPY? I DON'T WANT THE DREAM TO END, PLEASE!"
He lay there, sobbing, his mind and feelings out of order. He is still there, sobbing, wishing to dream that dream again. But it won't come. It is out of order.
END
