Amethyst Ice
Ch.15- Come Back To Reality
Dimmsdale Mental Hospital...3 hours ago...
"You say that a "pixie" is the one who caused all this horror..?" Timmy sat in a chair, staring at the wall next to him and blinked once.
"What does this..."pixie" do?" The doctor asked, hoping to snap the boy out of his dream-like state.
"...He punishes me." Timmy answered in a dull voice.
"Why does he punish you?"
"...Because I'm a bad boy."
"Are you a bad boy?"
"...No."
"Then why does the "pixie" punish you?"
"...I don't know."
"Are you a good boy?"
"...Yes."
"What does he do if you're good?"
"...He touches me."
"Why?"
"...Because I'm a good boy."
"Where does he touch you?"
"...Between my legs."
"Do you feel uncomfortable when he touches you?"
"...No."
"So you like him touching you?"
"...Yes."
"Why?"
"...He makes me feel good." The doctor sighed. He certainly wasn't going to get a detailed answer from the boy.
"Okay, let's try this again. What if I was to say that this...pixie doesn't exist? That he's nothing but a figment of your imagination?" Timmy blinked again.
"...Master won't like to hear that." Timmy finally mumbled.
"What?" The doctor asked.
"Master will kill you for insulting him."
"I...I see." The doctor blinked and rubbed his forehead before getting up from his chair and headed out of the small room they sat in. Timmy's mother watched them through the glass window, worried.
"Is Timmy going to be okay, doctor?" Mrs. Turner asked as she looked at the doctor walk up to her. The dark-haired doctor shrugged, crossing his arms.
"From what I could get from your son, his current mental state is apparently caused by this "pixie" person. Some men commonly molest children, hoping that they could forget their own molestation when they were children. Couple that with traumatizing deaths occuring all around him, it could put a permanent damage to his mentality. In short, scar him emotionally for life." Timmy did nothing to acknowledge they were looking at him, and continued staring at the wall in front, his eyes glazed over.
"Well, considering that people he knew were killed at school, and kids are freaking out and everything. I'm scared for him. Is there anything I can do?" Mrs. Turner said.
"The only thing I can think of is to keep him here, and through vigorous mental curing, hopefully get him back to normal." The doctor replied.
"HE'S HERE!" Timmy suddenly screamed, scaring Mrs. Turner.. He fell off the chair and started shaking uncontrollably. Mrs. Turner quickly ran to her son's side and tried to coax him out of his nightmare.
"Timmy!" The doctor gently pulled her away from Timmy.
"It's all right...we'll take care of your son. Trust me." He assured her.
"But..." She started. The doctor pushed her out into the hallway.
"Don't worry..." He said, walking her to the waiting room near the information desk.
"Good bye, Mrs. Turner." He urged her out, finally shutting the door on her. As he turned, a smirk formed on his face.
"Your mother is a nice woman." The doctor said, walking back into the room and looked at the boy on the floor.
"She raised you to be an excellent actor."
"...Of course, Master Sanderson." Timmy whispered, flipping onto his stomach so that he wouldn't see his face.
"I wish I could've seen your little act at the funeral, but I had some things to attend to."
"...Did he go quietly?" Timmy asked, his voice muffled..
"Excuse me?" The pixie asked as he unbuttoned the white coat he had on and tossed it onto the ground.
"...Did you put the doctor out of his misery when you decided to steal his identity?"
"Ohohoho...silly boy. You know me well enough that I don't kill everybody. Just the ones I don't like." Sanderson smiled as he knelt over the boy, letting his fingers trail along Timmy's inner thigh and making the boy shiver at his touch.
'Tsk...lying in such a position...you're just waiting for me to have my way with you.' Sanderson thought as he continued teasing him.
"Why me?" Timmy asked, gritting his teeth.
"Because I hate you with a passion, and when I see you miserable, it's like going to the movies for me." Sanderson answered, moving his hands under the pink shirt and started massaging Timmy's shoulder muscles gently.
"Stop..." Timmy whispered, his fingers seeming to claw the carpet at the pleasure he was recieving. Sanderson answered by slowly moving his hands lower until he reached Timmy's hips. He let out a soft gasp as the pixie's hand slid up his chest, groping a nipple.
"I don't think so..." Sanderson pulled off his tie and bounded Timmy's wrists behind him. He started to undo Timmy's jeans and slide them off his hips. He then flipped him over and captured his lips in a hot searing kiss. Timmy tried not to make a sound as Sanderson nudged his knee between his legs, coaxing them to open at the same time pushing against a pleasurable spot.
"You know you want this...don't fight." Timmy threw his head back and gasped in a mixture of shock and ecstasy as Sanderson pressed his manhood against him.
"Suck." Sanderson ordered, bringing two fingers to his lips. Timmy obeyed and sucked on his fingers, lubricating them with his saliva. When they were wet enough, Sanderson took them back and positioned just between the sapphire-eyed boys legs, hoisting them up and using the other hand, parted the cheeks before inserting his fingers into the entrance. Timmy arched up when he felt the cool fingers prodding inside him.
He clenched the opening upon impulse, closing onto the pixie's dexterous digits but not stopping them from going in deeper and stretching him out more. The pair of fingers moved about relaxing the opening for what was to come, at the same time exploring the muscles for a part he knew would make the brown haired boy cry his name out over and over again.
Sanderson teased Timmy by pressing against his pleasure spots, causing him to pant and thrust his hips up, looking for more. The brunette pulled his fingers out of the opening, gaining a whimper from the brown haired boy. He released the shaft and sat up, taking his remaining clothes off before positioning himself on Timmy just right. Timmy's eyes widened as he felt him slide deep into him, and tried to wiggle away.
"Relax..." He purred in his ear as he pulled Timmy's hips to his and kissing him again.
"It won't hurt..."
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Timmy looked out the window, watching the rain fall steadily outside as he laid naked under his bed covers at home. Sanderson had brought him home and lied to his parents that their son was fine, thus they decided to leave Vicky home with Timmy while they went out. Timmy was still a bit sore, but other than that he was fine. He hadn't seen Cosmo or Wanda in the past few days, and he was worried sick while trying to ignore a tiny voice telling him they could be abandoning him...Timmy buried his face in his pillow, wishing everything was back to normal. But unfortunately, his godparents weren't there to hear him...
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Outside the top floor of Wishfixers...
"No...no...NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Cosmo wailed, banging on the glass window wildly.
"Get away from her!" Sanderson jerked the broken-hearted fairy away from the window, holding him back.
"Cosmo, what's done is done, and we can't do a thing about it!" He growled as the fairy put up quite a fight in his arms. Cosmo wailed again, using his wings to fly towards the window and threw himself against it.
"Wanda!" Sanderson's wings beat furiously as he pried Cosmo away, and jerked him around.
"COSMO, GET A GRIP ON YOURSELF!"The pixie snarled, slapping the fairy across the face. The green-haired fairy was immediately silenced as his head snapped to the side. There was no sounds to be heard, other than the raindrops hitting the ground below them. Cosmo slowly turned his head, his eyes widened to the size of dinner plates.
"Y...you hit me." He whispered, cradling his cheek to dull the pain. Sanderson sighed deeply, rolling his eyes. He loosened his grip on Cosmo's arm, pullling the fairy to him.
"Look...I know that was a bit much, but you need to come back to reality. Nowadays there's no happy endings anymore. You guys might've been happy then, but this is now..."
"...W...why does it have to be this way!" Cosmo asked, finding himself burying his face in the pixe's trench coat.
"That's life, fairy. Take it or leave it." Sanderson said. He then felt the fairy shiver, and he knew it wasn't from the cold.
"...I know you want to cry on my shoulder. Go ahead...it doesn't make a difference, considering we're already soaked as it is." Sanderson said dully. Cosmo shook his head, his face still in his coat.
"Fine." Sanderson snapped, jerking the fairy's head up. He then leaned in and gently licked Cosmo's tears away from his eyes. The green-haired fairy stood still as Sanderson's tongue ran over his cheeks, forehead, nose, chin, and lips. He swore that they stayed longer there than anywhere else.
"Feel any better?" He asked, pulling away. Cosmo trembled, seeing that getting this kind of attention from Sanderson was making him extremely uncomfortable.
'Why is he so affectionate?' Cosmo thought.
"Come on, you can stay at my place until this storm rides out. We're gonna get sick the longer we're out here." Sanderson said, flying away from Wishfixers. Cosmo stayed where he was at, staring into the window mournfully, a hand on the glass. The pixie glanced into the window, seeing that Wanda and Anti-Cosmo were nowhere in sight. He smiled before getting Cosmo's attention.
"Hey, you coming or what? It's rare for a pixie to invite the enemy into his house. Take advantage of it." Sanderson said jokingly. Cosmo shrugged and followed.
"All right."
Pixies, Inc...Sanderson's penthouse apartment...
The rain continued on, giving off a soothing beat accompanied by thunder. While inside, Cosmo sat sullenly on a very nice couch, drying his hair with a towel. It was very strange for Cosmo to be depressed, normally he was cheerful and optimistic, as well as the clothing he wore. He wore a dark gray silk button up shirt and black jeans which fit him quite nicely. In their adult form, it seems that they were the same size.
"You live by yourself? How depressing." Cosmo muttered as Sanderson came into the living room with a towel slung over his shoulders and holding two cans of flowerbell nectar. He wore a gray flannel and dark gray jeans.
"What do you expect? I don't have a family anymore." Sanderson said, tossing Cosmo a can and sat in another chair.
"You were that pixie boy I met a long time ago, wasn't it?" Cosmo asked. Sanderson acted surprised as he took a drink.
"And you were that green-haired kid whose friend picked on me."
"We stopped being friends after that happened. I haven't seen him for years. But what I'd like to know is why you pulled a gun on him." Cosmo explained dully.
"I've had a history of being violent, but not to the point where people's lives are at risk." Sanderson lied.
"You looked like you wanted to kill him."
"So you thought. I was angry at your friend, but it wasn't like I would have the guts to actually kill him. Now anyone else, they'd probably shoot his ass." Sanderson answered, putting his can down and threw an arm over the top of the chair.
"...Change of subject, you put up quite a fight back then before I had to slap some sense into you."
"I know I went a bit psychotic back there, but it's just...I can't believe it." Cosmo sighed sadly, putting hand to his face and leaning back into the couch.
"My heart hurts every time I think about Wanda with that...guy."
"Yes, it hurts, but get over it."
"I can't..." Cosmo slowly looked up at Sanderson.
"...My head hurts...and my depression isn't making it any better...do you have any aspirin?" The green-haired fairy said, massaging his temples wearily. Sanderson smiled, taking out a small pillbox from his jeans and opened it up.
"Here...this will make all your stress and pain melt away." Cosmo reached out and picked up a small round pill with a broken heart etched in red. It seemed to stare at the fairy, but he didn't care as long as he could forget all the pain, and popped it into his mouth.
"Wow...this stuff is strong." Cosmo said, blinking over and over to try and focus.
"Don't worry...it only lasts for a bit. Drink up, and you'll feel better." Sanderson urged, giving Cosmo his drink. Within his sixth drink, Cosmo's sense of doubts, frustrations and depression were drowned in alchohol. He never felt happier in his life as he jumped up and kissed Sanderson on the lips.
"Let's go clubbing!" Cosmo laughed.
"Not tonight...tomorrow. Now go home...Timmy needs you." Sanderson said before he pinged the drunk fairy out the door.