Note: Sorry for the wait, get used to it though. I know I wasn't very imaginative with 16-year-old Timmy, but Chester and A.J. are a little better. Oh, and I thought Chip was too perfect and unrealistic in the show so I changed him a bit too. An' in Vicky's dream everything means something, see if you can figure out what it means.
Well thank you Amanda/Artiste for your review. Cuz she was the only one to review my last chapter. I'm guessing that's cuz you guys didn't really like the last chapter. If this is true than I want you guys to tell me that. I don't want to go on thinking I'm writing a good story when really it's boring and stupid. I want you people to tell me if you like my stories or not, and I want you to tell me why, so I can improve my writing. I want you people to be very honest with me, and I really want some constructive criticism! Well read and review!
Trapped In Eternal Darkness
Day 14: Back In Dimmsdale
The sun shone brightly and warmly over Dimmsdale, just perfect for a summer afternoon. The sky was completely cloudless and an amazing soft shade of blue. A soft breeze blew occasionally, only adding to the beauty of that wonderful Saturday.
A sixteen-year-old Timmy Turner walked out of the front door of his home and into the world. Not much had changed about the boy over the past six years, except he was much taller. Besides that only his clothes had changed. He'd decided to wear the "cool clothes" (white shirt, red sweater, blue jeans, black belt, white shoes with blue stripes, a pinky ring, cool digital watch, and a pair of dark shades), but only because he liked them, not because he wanted to be popular. Timmy had not wanted to do anything about his teeth and his little pink hat still sat upon his head for a promise he made to someone he couldn't quite remember.
The boy took in a deep breath and began to walk; he was heading over to his friend Chester McBadbat's house. It was pretty untidy and a sad sight to see, but he'd promised to help Chester collect bottles and recycle them so he could earn enough money for a tattoo.
However, on his way, Timmy caught sight of Chip Skylark, his friend and favorite singer. Smiling, he walked over, but than became confused as he saw Chip handing out papers.
"Hey Chip, watcha doin'?" Timmy asked.
"Have you seen her little dude?" Chip asked frantically, shoving a piece of paper into the boy's hands. Timmy took a look at it; there was a picture of a pretty girl with shoulder-length red hair and rose-colored eyes. She looked familiar to him, but who she was exactly, Timmy did not know.
"Hey Chip, who's this?" He asked, pointing to the picture.
Chip looked at Timmy with the same frantic face he had on before, "Can't you read! It's Vicky, my wife! Don't you watch TV, she's gone missing!"
Timmy shook his head, "Nope, I've been grounded for a while."
"Well don't you read the newspaper?"
Timmy raised an eyebrow, "The newspaper? Seriously?" He took another look at the picture and suddenly it came to him. "Wait, you married her? Vicky! The evil baby-sitter, Icky Vicky!"
"Hey, she's not like that anymore!" Chip shouted, defending his wife. "Vicky's become much more kinder, and considerate."
"Yeah sure, whatever." Timmy replied sarcastically, rolling his blue eyes.
"Hey, hey, don't you talk about my wife like that. I love her to death and I want to find her. And to top it all off, she's pregnant with my kid too." Chip finished, anger obvious in his features.
"Hey I didn't know it was like that man." Timmy said, putting his hands out before him in defense. "I'm sorry. So like when did Vicky disappear?" Timmy asked.
"Well," Chip's sky blue eyes went to the ground, "It's been two weeks, two whole weeks." Chip closed his eyes, and let his head hang. He looked so broken up, so down, Timmy felt sorry for him. He placed his hand on the singer's shoulder, a reassuring gesture.
"Hey its gonna be all right man. I'll help you find Vicky and I promise you we will find her." Chip looked up and Timmy gave him his buck-toothed smile.
"Thanks little guy." He said, returning the smile, and rustling Timmy's hair.
"All right let's get started." Timmy said, eager to play 'detective'.
"How?" Chip asked.
"Simple." Said Timmy. "Take me to the scene of the crime!" He shouted, but than remembered his promise. "But first we gotta go to my friend's house."
"You're friend lives here?" Chip asked.
"Yup." Timmy answered, slightly surprised that Chip looked at the "Happy Trails" sign with such disgust. "His dad's Bucky McBadbat."
Chip let out a huge sigh, causing Timmy to raise an eyebrow, "Whatever happened to being humble, huh Chip?"
The dark-haired singer shrugged his shoulders, "I started getting paid."
"Well swallow your pride, we're here." Timmy knocked upon the beat up door, and after a few seconds the door opened, a sixteen-year-old A.J. Gray standing in the doorway.
Unlike Timmy, A.J. had changed a lot since elementary school. Instead of his sweater vest and pants, he now wore a white and purple Kobe Bryant Lakers jersey with light blue baggy jeans. A white and black Nike hat -that he wore backwards- sat upon his head, a pair of G-unit tennie shoes on his feet, an expensive watch around his wrist, and a long silver chain hung round his neck. A.J. now loved basketball and rap, and constantly talked with slang. However, he still cared for knowledge and had some of the best grades in Dimmsdale High, but he also got noticed by the popular kids, Trixie Tang constantly asking him for his number.
"Dang man, 'bout time ya got here." A.J. said and they did a little "handshake" in greeting. "Chester's been torturing me in there, he's trying to get me to eat his nasty food. An' its sad cuz it's his dad that got him all twisted like that."
"Yeah I know." Timmy answered, entering the house. "Hey A.J. look who I got with me."
"Oh man that's Chip Skylark!" A.J. exclaimed, extending his hand toward the singer. They shook hands, A.J. still looking shocked. "Pleasure to meet ya Chip."
"Thanks." Chip replied.
"Hey Chester!" A.J. called.
"What!" A voice Timmy recognized as his friend Chester's came from another room in the trailer.
"Get the hec over here, its Chip Skylark!"
"Foreal!" Chester shouted, looking out of the doorway that led to his room.
A good amount of things had changed about Chester since he and his friends were ten years old. However, the amount of money he and his dad had wasn't one of those things, so Chester still had second class belongings. Like hi clothing which was a black jacket and white t-shirt he'd bought from a thrift store, a pair of dark blue jeans that were originally his dad's so they were pretty big, and a pair of white tennie shoes he'd gotten from a Payless shoe store. Chester had come to like many different genres of music including rap and punk rock, and had become interested in drawing and had begun creating his own comics. Also, he allowed A.J. to tutor him and now got average grades in school, got his braces removed, and finally Chester had developed a liking for jewelry. Now proudly wearing the cross necklace he'd so long saved up his recycling money for, the two small hoop earrings that hung from his ears, a sixteenth birthday present from A.J., and three golden rings that mysteriously seemed to appear on his fingers.
"Oh my gosh, can I have your autograph?" Chester asked handing the raven-haired singer a small book and pen.
"All right," Chip answered, "what's your name?"
"Chester."
"O.K. here you go." Chip finished, handing the book back to Chester.
"Hey guys, c'mon we gotta focus. We've got our first job." Timmy said, breaking everyone from their thoughts.
"And what's that?" A.J. asked.
"We gotta help Chip find out who took his wife Vicky."
"So what're we waiting for, let's go!" Chester yelled, eagerly.
"Yeah, let's." Chip said in a tone that suggested his was eager to get out the trailer park.
He than led them over his shiny red convertible car. Chester's green eyes widened when he saw it, and he quickly ran to it and hopped over the door and landed right in the driver's seat.
"Hey, I was going to drive." Chip whined pushing the button on his keys that automatically opened the doors of the car.
"Aw, c'mon man let me drive." Chester begged.
"Do you even have a driver's license?" Chip asked.
"Uh huh." Chester nodded, taking the card out of his pant's pocket. "See Chester McBadbat."
"Yeah, its all right Chip." Timmy said, backing his friend. "Chester's one hec of a driver. You should see him race A.J.'s car."
"And he's the only one I trust with it too." A.J. added.
"Well I guess so." Chip said, and took a seat in the front, A.J. and Timmy getting in the back.
"Hey Timmy gimmie your glasses." Chester commanded, facing the boy.
"Why?" Timmy asked, not really wanting to give them up.
"I wanna look cool."
Timmy shrugged his shoulders, giving his friend his sunglasses, "Whatever."
Than the sounds of a starting engine rung in the air, the car slowly backing up, and than being sent forward. Chester than began to fiddle with the radio dial, and soon the sounds of a violin came from the radio.
"Oh no, please change it." Chip groaned.
"Why you don't like this song?" Timmy asked, curious.
"I like it, but it reminds me of Vicky."
"Oh." Timmy nodded to show he understood.
"Overnight Celebrity, hmm makes since." A.J. said so only Timmy could hear.
"O.K." Chester replied and soon the song "Yeah" by Usher replaced "Overnight Celebrity" by Twista.
Soon "Yeah" was replaced by "Thugs Get Lonely Too" by Tupac, and soon that with "Candy Shop" by 50 Cent, till they reached "Chip's Pad".
The four boys exited the car and took a look at the house. Chester took off Timmy's glasses, "Dang, " He said, "and I thought A.J.'s house was big."
Timmy went over, taking his shades back from Chester, and placing them back on his nose. He looked Chip's house over; it was amazing.
"C'mon in you guys, I'll take you to the baby's room." Chip said, his voice sounding very disheartening.
Timmy and A.J. exchanged glances, and followed Chip inside. As soon as all three boys were inside, their mouths fell open in shock.
"Wow." Timmy whispered, tipping his glasses so he could see better. The sight was amazing. There was a TV that was at least one and a half meters high in the living room, many rare potted plants all over the place. There were pictures of Vicky, Chip, and many other people framed in solid gold and silver hanging on the walls. And there was a phone created in Chip's image beside the priceless couch.
Timmy instantly forgot what he was doing and he began to explore. Chip's house was simply amazing. He began to walk down a hall he'd previously seen A.J. walk down. The boy's wandering eyes caught sight glimpse of a framed magazine cover, the cover of the magazine that Vicky always used to read "Teen Scene" with a picture of Chip Skylark at sixteen. Another framed "People" magazine hung not far from, a picture of Chip in a black tuxedo holding Vicky around the waist whilst she wore a fluffy white wedding dress. She had her thin gloved arms around his neck as their lips were locked together. The headline stated, "One Dissin', Now Kissin': Chip Skylark and the Girl He Dubbed "Icky Vicky" Are Married".
A smile slowly crept onto Timmy's face. "Overnight Celebrity indeed." He whispered softly.
The rest of the hall was covered with more magazine covers, showing images of Chip and/or Vicky, telling the news of their lives. Like when the media finally found out Vicky and Chip were a couple, when he proposed to her, when Vicky got pregnant, and so on.
"'Sup Timmy?" A voice suddenly came from behind the boy.
"Man don't sneak up on me like that Chester!" Timmy shouted at his blonde red-streak haired friend.
"Sorry, so what'dja find out?"
"Nothin' just that I know why that girl in that one commercial looked so familiar."
"Why than?"
"Its Vicky. She's starring in the movie "Angel". The only reason she looked different is cuz she curled her hair." Timmy explained.
"Wow, so Vicky's an actor now?"
"Actress. And yeah, I think she'd be good at it too. Vicky's a frieckin' good liar."
"Yeah, and Chip wants us to look for clues in the baby's room."
"Oh yeah." Timmy remembered.
He than followed Chester, who led him to the baby's room. Timmy looked around, surprised at its lack of size. Yet, it seemed that that was all the space that was needed, for the room didn't seem at all crowded, it seemed perfect.
The room was painted in a simple white color, and there was a one-person bed in the left corner from the door. The covers made of red silk, the pillows were a red silky one, a white covered one, and a medium sized pink heart pillow. It stood against a window and beside the bed was a small nightstand with frilly pink lamp. A few inches in front of the bed was a crib, empty of all but a mattress and a sheet. On the wall opposite to the bed was the closet and bathroom, and the one with the door had only a white dresser with a mirror. The carpet was colored dark beige, and an open suitcase sat atop the bed.
"This is defiantly a clue." A.J. said, looking at the suitcase. "Vicky musta been packin' or somin' an' she was takin for she could even finish. See there's some unpacked clothes right here." A.J. pointed to an unfolded red shirt and pair of socks that lay untouched next to the open suitcase. "But seein as there's no glass on the floor, it seems no one broke in, they broke out."
"So what dose that mean?" Chester asked, his green eyes moving between A.J. and Timmy.
"The rumors are probably true." A.J. stated gravely.
"What rumors?" Timmy asked, oblivious to any of this, for his grounding put him behind on all the celebrity news.
"That the kid Vicky's pregnant with ain't Chip's, so she took off."
"You think she'd do somin' like that?" Chester asked.
"We're talking about Vicky here." Timmy said matter-of-factly. "Though it's weird that she'd take off. I mean you'd think she'd just stay and lie to Chip."
"Not exactly. Vicky's life ain't private no more. When her baby's born it'll be all over the news, and if it ain't Chip's, sooner or later, someone's gonna figure it out."
"But than what if someone's just trying to make it look like that?" Chester suddenly spoke. "I mean, what if some dude kidnapped her, but was smart enough to make it look like she ran away?"
Timmy and A.J. exchanged glances. "Wow, those tutoring lessons are really paying off."
"And there's only one way to find out." Chester said smiling mischievously.
"How's that?" Timmy asked.
Chester walked over to Vicky's nightstand and opened the first drawer, searching through it a bit. "Aha!" He said turning. "May I present to you, Vicky's diary!" Chester stood with the little green book in his hand, showing off his perfect white teeth in another mischief smile.
Timmy broke out into a huge grin, and turning to A.J, saw that he had too. They rushed over next to Chester and listened as he began to read.
"July 6th. Dear Diary, Last night I had the strangest dream. I dreamt I was in this dark place and there was nothing but black all around me. There was this little girl with long black hair and pink eyes, and I was holding her in my arms. I don't know who she was, but I remember I was trying to protect her. I kept telling her that everything was going to be all right, and that I'd take her home soon. I began to walk, though I couldn't see anything, and I saw my Tootie, and Bucky McBadbat's son. They had their backs to me, and they were building a brick wall around something I can't remember. I tried calling to them, but I couldn't speak, and they just kept on building. I started to walk over, but than this monster came and took the little girl from me. She starting screaming and crying, reaching for me. Suddenly Chip appeared out of the darkness, his eyes all red like he'd been crying. He slowly moved his head from side to side, his blue eyes scanning his surroundings. He called out, saying, " Vicky? Vicky. Vicky, where are you?" I tried to tell him about the little girl, but I still couldn't speak. Suddenly, I felt a hand upon my throat, yet there was nothing there. I couldn't breath, and it felt so real. I looked over to where the monster and the little girl were, and saw that he was strangling the little girl. Chip began screaming my name over and over again, Tootie and the McBadbat kid shouting, "I wish, I wish." Suddenly, the invisible hand was gone and I was in a wedding dress, the little girl in front of me. Than Chip and this other monster came, they each grabbed one of my hands and began to pull in opposite directions shouting the word 'mine'. The girl began screaming and I woke up. What dose it mean?" Chester finished, slowly picking up his head. The three friends exchanged glances, slowly recovering from the story. "Well I don't know about you two, but that really creeped me out."
"You ain't alone man." Timmy heard A.J, say.
Timmy put his head down and began to think. A blurry image appeared in his mind, he knew who this was, he knew he did. However, a name wouldn't come up. Timmy knew who it was, he just couldn't remember.
"I know who did it."