In an early morning of Saturday, Timmy was sleeping peacefully. Only to be awaken by the clock's alarm. Including her fairies poofed out of the fishbowl. As she woke up, she looked at the calendar, squealed in bliss.
"It's Saturday~!" Timmy exclaimed happily, then looked around, "Where's Gary and Eddie?"
"Both already left with extreme wishes outside Dimmsdale~!" Cosmo replied.
"So today's all yours, sweetie~!" Wanda added.
"Since it's Saturday, it is either trip to Crimson Cheek comic world, hanging out with my friends, or—"
Before Timmy could finish, she paled at the sound of familiar motorbike approaching from far distance.
"Or Vick~! Wait, that doesn't sound right…," Cosmo looked outside, then back to Timmy, "OR VICKY!"
Timmy also looked outside the window, watching Vick riding his black motorbike, along with his friends, well, followers who are also the same "mean babysitters" as him. She gulped, remembering the works she heard between pre-teens and other teenagers of her icky babysitter.
She FLINCHED as the door was kicked open. The brunette still can hear the motorcycles engined with loud sounds. Wanda, Cosmo and Poof were in their disguise; Wanda as Timmy's crossbody handbag, Cosmo as darker shade of green wallet inside with Poof as purple pocket mirror. Walking downstairs slowly, Timmy saw Vick wearing dark green shirt, dark jacket, spiked leather belts, black ripped jeans with pair of military boots. Behind him was Laurence Ledergerber, Vick's right-hand man; a teenaged boy with purple hair, teal eyes and fair complexion wearing gray turtleneck, half-sleeved shirt, black long pants and knee-length boots waving at bucktoothed brunette with mischievous grin. The other side was Alyssander, the auburn-haired teenage boy with glasses, freckled on his nose; wearing red shirt, white jacket with pants, and black sneakers.
"Hey, twerpette," Vick flashed his infamous sinister smile Timmy could mistake his teeth as fangs, "let's have fun."
The tone of his voice sent the chill down her spine as she glanced at other two kids; presumably who are babysat by Laurence and Alyssander respectively. And Timmy knew she doesn't have a choice to refuse as Vick dragged her out of house and had her hopped on behind him on his motorbike.
And, the one hell of a ride began, with a horrified scream from Timmy and other kids who were dragged along to their babysitters' reign of terror upon other bikers and gangsters.
"Oh god, that was brutal journey…," Timmy panted, exhausted from the bike ride as she returned back to her room, barely harmed in early noon, "you know, this morning made me wonder what made Vick that way."
Her fairies turned back to their default form.
"Well, the only way to figure out is wishing you could see the past." Wanda remarked in as-a-matter-of-fact tone.
This perked the brunette. She was curious, wanted to know what caused Vick to be cruel. After all, what could go wrong to see take a peek of one's past?
"I wish I could see Vick's past." She finally said.
And with a wave of the wands, Timmy and her fairies became transparent, invisible in the world of past as they poofed back to +10 years ago. They arrived by the house of Vick and Toot's and went through, to see little red-headed boy hiding, much to Timmy's confusion until she noticed something.
'Wait… is that…'
The little boy was none other than Vick, aged 6, was hiding behind the door. Arms and legs were bruised as some are scratched. His cheeks were red as if he was hit by someone, his small and fragile body quivered in fright and looked as if he was on verge of tears. Timmy stood, bewildered then flinched by the harsh scream of a voice that called Vick, surprising the boy as he hurriedly went to upstairs. Seconds later, Timmy and her fairies saw a tall teenaged girl with dark brown hair, burgundy red tank top, dark blue jeans and slightly tanned skin, lurking upstairs with glint of her predatory, cold eyes.
"Vick, come out wherever you are.." The woman spoke, tone low and intimidating.
Feeling dread, before the fairies can call out, Timmy followed upstairs as she heard the woman entered a room with a click of of door locked. Her transparent body entered the door.
And she regretted what she saw.
Vick was held by the hair, weeping in pain and fear as the woman goes by name "June" was constantly beating him. Poor boy begged her to stop, but it worsened the beating. The woman threw him roughly to the floor, kicking his stomach over and over.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU UNWANTED MISTAKE!" The woman yelled.
Little Vick crouched, weeping in silence. Timmy stood frozen by such graphically violent abuse the red-headed boy is suffering. Even her fairies were shocked, nearly dropped their wands but they managed to cover Poof's eyes, who was quivering.
The surrounding changed, and it couldn't be worse. They see young Vick frequently mocked and bullied by kids in school as first grader. Because he was meek, quiet and afraid. One obese boy would even messily cut Vick's long hair while cackling, just because his hair was 'too girly'. The red-headed boy cried, begging to stop as the kids around him laughed at his tears.
After school, young Vick would walk his way home. But he would feed a stray kitten he found by the park entrance. When he went home, he was greeted by his parents who was busy as usual. His mother Nicky was presumably 7th month pregnant, preparing new room for Vick's new sibling as his father, Vincent, was helping her. They, inadvertently in casual tone, asked what happened to his injures and hair. The brunette could see Vick wanted to tell them truth but held back.
"…I tripped… I was playing with my friends…" he would answer and went to room as his parents didn't bother to look at him as they focused on making a room for Toot who was to be born.
Next day was usual, tortuous day for Vick. But this was worst. When surrounding by the bullies and gotten hit, Vick and Timmy's eyes widen to see one boy holding a familiar collar.
"Hey, freak~! Look familiar~? You should have seen how it looked when we threw it towards the truck~!" The boy laughed.
A collar once belonged to the stray kitten Vick cared.
Vick let out a stricken, traumatized shriek in tears. Repulsed by people who treated him that way, Timmy and her fairies glared. The boys then flinched as Vick's body twitched, looking down. The silent overtook the park until Vick looked up.
With SAME bloodlust in his eyes Timmy had always seen in her present life.
And the next thing, Vick snatched the rock from one boy's hand and threw it at the boy's face, breaking his nose in a process as the kids stood surprised.
In age of 8, it is when Vick was pushed to the breaking point. Kids in school screamed and running in fear, as bullies tripped, looked to see Vick. A red-headed boy was holding a KNIFE, tears slipped from his eyes as he giggling insanely.
"Ha….hahaha…~! As if I'd let ANYONE laugh at me…," he hiccuped while laughing, "you sons of bitches…. I WILL KILL YOU ALL!"
He shrieked with maniacal smile and chased after his bullies, frightening other students and teachers.
And call her ruthless, but Timmy felt relieved to see those bullies suffer.
"…They deserve it." She muttered.
Too afraid to report to his parents, teachers allowed Vick to leave school after the terror. He walked back home, hearing his uncle Veck scolding his parents for neglecting their son as they had just now realized their firstborn was abused by the babysitter and the fact he managed to "dispose" her before she could abuse his nephew to death. Vick kicked the door open, halting their intense conversation.
"V-Vick…?" Vincent and Nicky turned to see him
Without a word, Vick's eyes turned to them, and his toddler brother Toot who was behind his parents. The innocent child waddled and hugged Vick's legs with cluelessly happy smile, the faded as soon as he saw his older brother's cold look.
Then Vick roughly pushed him, causing Toot to fell backward, shocked. Nicky and Vincent gasped by their son's behavior as Veck was indifferent. Vick glared with hate and anger as he blurted at Toot:
"You should have never been born, shitty brat…"
Vick then went upstairs in silence. Little Toot remained, until tears formed from his large purple eyes and cried loud.
Returning back to present time in her room Timmy remained still, much to her fairy god-family's concern. Too many emotions overwhelmed inside from what she have seen. She wondered why Vick never had a fairy godparent, which lead to concluded speculation that fairies must have also neglected his misery and disregarded him. Fury mixed in her heart, until it was replaced with compassion and sadness. Because, at that time… Vick was an innocent child. Abuses, bullying and lacking parental care made him cruel, hateful, and heartless.
The brunette turned her direction to the living room. She walked out and watched Vick napping on a couch from upstairs. Cosmo and Wanda glanced at each other as Timmy glanced at sleeping teenager.
"…Cosmo… Wanda…" She began.
The fairies glanced at her.
"…I wish I was Vick's babysitter."
Understanding her motive, their wands sparkled and granted her wish.
The light directed to Vick, turning 17 years old teenager into 6 years old boy. His muscular, tall body changed into petite, small one. His height was not even half the length of the couch he was sleeping at. Timmy quietly walked downstairs as the red-headed boy stirred before waking up, rubbing his eyes as he yawned. His big, innocent, fancy deep rose diamond eyes blinked as he looked around.
"What happened…?" His voice was small, confused.
He froze as he saw the brunette girl standing in front of him. And out of instinct, little Vick cried and hide behind the couch. Timmy's expressions softened by his frightened demeanor.
"W-who are you…? And where am I…?!" He asked, his voice was trembling, indicated his fright as he was on the verge of tears, thinking the girl would hurt him the same way his babysitter did.
Timmy kneeled to match their eye contact while kept the distance, not to scare the boy.
"Hi, Vick…," she greeted with smile, "I'm your new babysitter…Tiffany."
His eyes blinked, but did not move from the couch. Timmy walked towards him as the boy flinched and crouched in circle like a frightened puppy, expecting any punch or kick. But, he didn't expect the older girl to held him.
"It's okay, Vick…," Timmy patted his head, "let's have a great time for a day."
By her words, six years old Vick's eyes sparkled with hopeful smile.
"Weally~?"
With a heartfelt giggle, Timmy nodded.
Vick giggled excitedly as he and Timmy were playing in the arcade, throwing basketballs at the hoop. He pouted when he couldn't properly throw it on a hoop, but she held him higher, letting him threw the ball again as it went in, much to the boy's delight.
"I did it~!" He cheered, sprung up his short arms.
As the match ended, Vick held her hand and enthusiastically pointed at the other games. Unable to refuse the boy's wish, Timmy let him play the games. When his stomach grumbled, he blushed in embarrassment as she giggled, taking him to the food court. When there was too much people and nowhere to sit, Vick whined a little.
"Let's go back…," she smiled reassuringly, "I can cook something for you. Do you like oven spaghetti~?"
Vick nodded excitedly with wide smile, once again softened Timmy's heart.
Back to home, Timmy cooked him the best foods, even making milkshakes without the help of her fairies. Eating lunch together, she watched him chewing on foods with cheeks stuffed like a squirrel, smiling in satisfaction that he enjoyed them. In a disguise as goldfishes, Cosmo, Wanda and Poof smiled at their bonding.
After lunch, Timmy picked out several movies she and Vick can watch. He was sitting on a couch, giggling in anticipation as she made popcorns and took out drinks for both. As the movie started on a TV screen, Timmy let Vick sit next to her, enjoying the time together. She giggled when she saw Vick blushing and covered his own eyes in every romantic scene of animated films. Yet, he still remained close, his small hand holding hers. When the last film was over with happy ending, Vick tugged her shirt.
"Tiffany…," He spoke, "I'm sleepy, but… can I stay with you until I fell asleep…?"
Looking at his hopeful eyes, Timmy nodded, letting him lay down on the couch. She sat by, holding his hand. His eyes droopy, Vick let out adorable smile.
"When I grow up, I wanna marry Tiffany..~!"
Timmy blinked, but instead of an answer, she made the most kindest smile, gently stroking his cheek as she watched him feel asleep. He snored softly, then her smile faded. He deserved this day. He deserved at least ONE DAY without misery. Even if he cannot remember when he was wished back to his current age.
"…I wish he was back to current self."
Cosmo, Wanda and Poof raised their wands and granted her wish.
Squeezed then slowly opened his eyes, Vick, now back to his 17 years self, woke up, wondering why he fell asleep from the first place. He noticed all the chores he made the brunette did was finished long ago as living room and kitchen was clean. He looked at the clock, eyes widen it was past the dinner. He then felt he wasn't really hungry. Stood up, he looked for his regular victim as he walked upstairs and reached to her room. Only to see Timmy sleeping on a bed, snoring softly. For some reason, he could see traces of tears from her closed eyes. She shivered as she was sleeping with her usual T-shirts and pants.
Vick didn't say anything, but "carelessly" tossed a blanket on her, left the room. He walked outside, looked at the sky. Picked out a photo from his pocket, he smiled without malice.
Treasuring one memory he had with his mysterious babysitter.