Wow, thanks so much for the reviews! I feel like this story is going somewhere now. I liked the ideas I heard. If I use it, I promise to give you credit because it's your idea. And I'm glad you like the story so far! And now...onward!
A special thanks toDean kiwidean for the great idea. I'm going to use this idea, and branch from it. If you don't want me to, then I'll simply re-edit this chapter. (I put a disclaimer for your idea at the bottome of the chapter. I don't want the other readers to know what happens before they even start reading it)
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the characters or the actual show, "The Fairly Odd Parents". The more I say it, the more I wish I actually did own it. But I don't. Oh well.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the idea that was given by Dean kiwidean. (fuller disclaimer at bottom.)
Timmy paced back and forth in the living room. 'How ironic', he thought,'thinking about the dead in a room called the "living" room'. He sighed heavily, pulling at his gray shirt. The sound of his jeans rubbing together each time he took a step was driving him crazy as he tried to remember why what had happened to Tootie wasn't his fault. But he couldn't stop pacing. So the noise wouldn't stop.
'I can't keep living like this.' he thought.'I gotta take my mind off of her. It's driving me insane! I know it's not my fault. So why do I keep thinking about her?' He had to create a distraction. He sat down on the couch and turned on the t.v. The first channel had a document about gazelles. Boring, but at least it seemed safe enough.
"The gazelles hear something." the narrator spoke. A lion jumped out of the bushes and started chasing the gazelles across the african plains. They were pretty far ahead of the lion. The lion jumped and in one mighty leap, pounced on one particularly small gazelle.
"However,"the narrator continued,"there is always the one who is the smallest, the weakest. And they are the ones that must suffer."
Tootie had suffered. Timmy shifted uncomfortably and changed the channel.
It had a music video by Brittany Brittany. Everything was black and white, and she was lying on the ceiling, crying. It panned to show her in a studio singing.
"You turned my world upside down. You turned my view on life around. I thought you were the one from me..."
It showed Brittany on the ceiling again, starting to fall in slow motion. She grabbed at the ceiling, but it didn't work. It panned back to show Brittany sitting on a park bench singing. " But you said no once too many times. You put it all right on the line. And I can turn to nobody..."
Once again, it showed Brittany fallin in slow motion,"And now I am all alone. I guess I'll just go back home. And cry...(echoes) cry...cry..."
That word kept echoing as finally, Brittany hit the floor in slow motion. She lay like that and didn't get back up. It faded to black, and panned over toshowe Brittany, black mascara tears running down her face, an angry expression."And since you left me, all I wanna do is cry. Just let them fall until I finally die." Brittany stood like that, and the background changed so that her angry form was in a school hallway. She punched alocker in slow motion, her hair flying wildly, "And the strange thing is, I don't want you back..." her hand moved away from the locker in slow motion, and the camera focused in on the huge dent she left in the locker. She stared off into the distance, then it showed her sitting on the park bench again, staring into the distance. It switched again, to show her in the studio, staring into the distance. The camera zoomed in on one of her eyes until the t.v. screen was black.
"I just wanna sit here," the camera showed her lying on the floor, as she had been when she fell off the ceiling,"...until I die."The guitar screeched as a loud heart beat took over, along with the sound of breathing. It slowed down, until you just heard an long exhale. The screen faded to black slowly.
Timmy quickly changed the channel again. An action movie. A man was held at gun point. It showed the woman holding the gun, covered in blood.
The man breathed heavily. "Why did you kill them?"
"They were your friends. I don't want to remember anything about you."
"Why?"
"You destroyed my heart. Now I'm going to destroy you." she said coldly. Her blood covered finger slowly pulled the trigger. Timmy changed the channel before he heard the gunshot. Wanda and Cosmo appeared on the screen
"Not having luck forgeting?" Wanda smiled sympathetically.
" Everything is about death. Why? Is she trying to make me not forget about her?" he ran a hand through his hair. He knew that Tootie's death wasn't in his hands. But it seemed like the rest of the world thought it was. And the whole world , outside of Dimmsdale, didn't even know! Did he miss a memo or something? He sighed, and banged his head against the arm of the sofa.
"Well, I don't know, but I think this pudding is great!" Cosmo said, his short term memory finally kicking in.
"What pudding?" Wanda shrugged.
"This pudding!" he made a pickle appear in both of his hands. "Yay!" He danced in place, waving his hands. Wanda rolled her eyes and made a bowl of pudding appear above his head and turn over, spilling onto him. "Hey!" he whined. He gasped,"Oooh! Tapioca! Oh boy!" Wanda rolled her eyes again.
"Anyway," she tried her best to ignore him, "If we can't bring Tootie back, maybe we can go back in time and redo the wish!"
"But she died before that!" Timmy said, "and besides, the redo watches sucked. No offense."
"None taken. And you're right."
Cosmo poofedthe pudding off of his head, and made the pickles disappear,"Oooh! Ooh! I have an idea! Why don't you just use the time scooter to before you yelled at her?"
"No." Timmy shook his head."Even if I don't yell at her, I'd still end up saying no, and who know? She might attempt suicide again. I don't want to take that chance." he stared at the floor. He still felt guilty. He had to try something. "How about if I go to her house before she kills herself?"
"Perfect!" Wanda made the time scooter appear before him. She grinned as he strapped on the helmet and hopped onto the scooter. He also smiled. He knew it wasn't his fault, but still, he had to try. He set the dial to the correct time. eight weeks ago, 3:27 p.m. Her death had to happen sometime around then, since they got home at 3:30.
"Ready?" he asked? He pushed the button on the handle bars and a time warp appeared before him. He said nothing as the warp pulled him, Cosmo and Wanda in. A few seconds later, at the end of the warp, he could see Tootie brushing past some woman, saying something to her, and slamming the door shut. As he reached the opening to that set time, Jorgen von Strangle appeared before the entryway.
"Stop! You cannot be allowed to enter!" he yelled. Timmy pulled the brakes on his scooter.
"What? Why not!" he demanded. Wanda and Cosmo simply stared at Jorgen. They had to deal with him as their fairy instructor for 1000 years. They didn't want to deal with him now, so they sat there quietly.
"You cannot interfere with deaths. Therefore, you are not permitted to enter into this entryway!" he flexed his arms, his intimidatingly large muscles bulging.
"But I miss Tootie! I want her back!"
"Then you must make things right!" Jorgen said. Timmy stared at him in disbelief,"How can I if you wont't let me through?"
"Hey, it's in the rules.It's not my fault." he shrugged."I am sorry for the loss, but you can't enter through to interfere with a person already in the hands of death. I'm sorry. But there is a way to make things right."
Timmy looked up, no longer intimidated by this large muscular fairy.
Jorgen continued,"You have to come to a realization. That's all I can say. Therefore, everything you have seen of the entryway thus far will be erased from your memory." He lifted his large wand. Timmy looked behind Jorgen, into the entryway. Tootie was on the floor with a rather large knife, and many slices on her arms. Blood was covering her wrists, and hands as tears slid down her face. Her hair was in tangles, and some of it clung to her red cheeks. She was screaming and crying and talking as she sliced herself again. She stood up, and took a look at herself.
Jorgen swung his large wand to shatter the entryway. But right before his wand shattered it, Timmy stared in horror as Tootie raised the knife, the point aimed at her chest. She stayed frozen like that as she said something. Then the entryway shattered, before Timmy could see the rest, the horrifying end of her life. He grunted as the handlebars of his scooter hit him in the stomach. He realized he was moving backwards, away from everything. A moment later, he was back in his living room.
He looked at Cosmo and Wanda. "Realize what?"
Wanda and Cosmo shrugged. Timmy sighed, and leaned against the sofe. He couldn't remember a thing that he had seen looking through the entryway. All he remembered was being denied by Jorgen, and what he had told Timmy.
"I have nothing to realize." Timmy said, "I already realized her death wasn't my fault! What more is there?" He groaned and fell to the floor, mumbling. He knew he had to figure out something. But there wasn't anything he hadn't realized yet.
Except one thing.
To Be Continued...
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the idea given by Dean kiwidean. This was the idea of using the time scooter. That wasn't my idea. It was him. So you have to give him the credit for that one, guys. Thanks so much, Dean! I hope you don't mind me using this idea.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the idea given by . This was the idea of using the time scooter. That wasn't my idea. It was him. So you have to give him the credit for that one, guys. Thanks so much, Dean! I hope you don't mind me using this idea.
ALLgirL112: I'm glad you like the story so far. I hope you keep reading!
froggy:I am glad you are enjoying this story.
Dean Kiwidean: I completely forgot allabout the time scooter! Thanx 4 reminding me, and for the suggestion. Are u happy that I used it?
MisterBlue: You're good at putting two and two together, because that is exactly the message I'm trying to send: that Timmy doesn't think it's his fault, and in a way it isn't. Yet, at the same time, it's all his fault. But don't worry, he isn't the a-hole you think he is: his "dream" had it's effects. They're subtly showing in this chapter, but they'll show themselves completely in the last few chapters. Glad you like it!
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