A/n: Just fair warning, Mr. Dimmadome is NOT the killer. Sorry if I confused some of you. Hope this clears up some of the confusion. I sorta got frustrated with this...I'm sorry if it's a short story, but I promise the sequel will be longer!

7

Angelina sat on the couch beside her brother as she watched him play The Crimson Chin video game. It was the epic battle between the Chin and his counterpart, the Nega Chin. She was getting lost in thought while watching him play that she didn't notice Mr. Dimmadome had sat down next to her. "Angie, something troubling you, hon?" Mr. Dimmadome's concerned voice snapped her back to reality.

She lifted her gaze to his and slowly shook her head. "Everything's fine, sir."

The older man stared down at her, not buying her answer. "Are you sure, Angie? You know you can talk to me about anything at all."

Timmy paused the game to watch the two. He bit down on his bottom lip, wondering if he should inform Mr. Dimmadome that his sister hated to be called Angie. He decided to keep his silence as his sister spoke to reassure that she was okay. Mr. Dimmadome simply smiled and patted her back. "Uhm, is it okay if I visit Chester for awhile?" she asked, hopefully as she gazed up at him.

"Who is this Chester?" Mr. Dimmadome asked with an arched eyebrow.

"A close friend," she replied softly, hiding a small blush.

He watched her, thoughtfully, rubbing his mustach. "I don't know, Ange. I can't let the two of you out of my sight. Maybe Chester could come over here for a little bit," he suggested, watching the girl's face light up with happiness.

Angelina let out a happy squeal as she hugged him tightly. "Thanks, Mr. Dimmadome! I'll give him a call now!" She scrambled off the couch quickly and ran into the kitchen to grab the phone.

Timmy had watched her disappear with interest. He turned his gaze back to Mr. Dimmadome when he heard a faint sigh escape his throat. "Uh, are you okay, sir?"

Mr. Dimmadome shook his head as he began to rub his temples. "Nothin' to worry about Timmy. Just thinkin' about the past is all." He frowned, closing his eyes. Where did it all go wrong? John and Reba..they had no right to be killed like that. They were two of my best friends...their little girl seems so afraid of me now, as if I'm the one responsible for it. But I'm not. How else can I convince her?

Unknown to the group downstairs, Anti-Cosmo was perched at the top of the stairs in his human form as he watched over his godchild, apparently lost in his own thoughts. No, of course he isn't the killer. The person Anti-Wanda and myself saw was skinnier than Dimmadome was and he had this strange accent when he spoke. Almost like a french wanna-be. The Anti-Fairy frowned, crossing his arms as he watched Timmy continue playing his game.

Wanda stepped up quietly behind him, a worried expression sewn onto her features. She had questions of her own, but she didn't want to disturb him and have an angry Anti-Fairy snapping at her. She slowly sat down beside him, trying her best not to disturb him and studied his expression. He's actually...very attractive like this, she thought, suddenly tearing her gaze away from him as she felt her cheeks heat up with embarassment.

Anti-Cosmo arched an eyebrow as he stared at her from the corner of his eyes. He seemed to have heard her thoughts, but dared not to say anything of it. He merely smiled and turned his gaze back to the group downstairs, just in time to see Angelina rush back into the living room to answer the door. He watched her, seeing the excitement glow on her face as she greeted Chester and smirked upon watching her pull the startled boy inside.

Something went wrong though. He and Wanda both could sense it as Angelina stared out the door with a frightened gaze. "Sis, close the door!" Timmy hollored, not looking up from his game.

"Angie?" Mr. Dimmadome was now at the trembling girl's side along with Chester.

"Ange?" Chester spoke softly, gently shaking her shoulders.

"H-he--..." She swallowed hard, pointing outside.

Mr. Dimmadome's eyes widened as he followed the girl's gaze and saw a shadowy figure standing in the doorway. Chester looked confused, yet he sheilded Angelina from the stranger's sight. "You!"

Timmy jumped up at the harsh voice and turned to see the same shadowed figure from his sister's past standing outside. He jumped off the couch and ran to his sister's trembling form. Anti-Cosmo and Wanda followed suit, disguised as humans, of course. "Sis?" Timmy spoke softly, wrapping his arms around her shoulders, pulling her close for a comforting hug. "It's okay, we're here."

"I haven't come for the girl, you idiot!" The stranger laughed, holding the metal baseball bat in his hands. He stopped and pointed the bat at Mr. Dimmadome who stared at him, shocked. "I've come to finish HIM off!"

Timmy shook his head, biting down on his bottom lip. That voice sounded so oddly familiar. But it couldn't be... "Mr. Bickles?" he asked, unsure of what the man's reaction would be. It still confused him though. Why would he want to kill Mr. Dimmadome?

The man behind the mask gasped sharply, wondering how Timmy could have figured out who he was. He seemed to be frozen in his tracks until he tried to turn, bumping into two stern-looking policemen. He cringed slightly as he felt his mask being lifted and heard several gasps echo throughout the room. "It was you!! But why?" Timmy demanded as the cops proceeded to handcuff him.

Mr. Bickles lifted his head, glaring at Mr. Dimmadome. "Because of him! He's always downcasted me, ruining my hopes and dreams of one day becoming the richest person in Dimmsdale!" He lowered his gaze to Angelina, who stared up at him with tears in her eyes. "You weren't my target. I was only trying to scare you away."

Anti-Cosmo scoffed, placing a comforting hand on Angelina's shoulder. "It didn't look like that when I came to her rescue," he sneered, watching Mr. Bickles being dragged off.

Mr. Dimmadome stood still for quite some time as he tried to take in what he just saw. He shook his head as though trying to clear it and turned around in time to see Angelina hug a strange, new person. "Who the heck are you and how did you get here?" he demanded.

Angelina lifted her head and whispered something into Anti-Cosmo's ear. He sighed and nodded, with a wave of his wand, he and Wanda had disappeared back into her room, removing his entrance from Mr. Dimmadome's and Chester's minds. She smiled and turned to face Mr. Dimmadome who was kneeling down beside her. "Are you all right, Angie?" He asked softly, pulling her into a tight hug.

She smiled and nodded. "I'm fine. It's over now, right?" She asked, hopefully. Chester laughed and grinned at her expression, placing a kiss on her cheek. She blinked a few times, looking over at him and smiled shyly, blushing a little bit.

Mr. Dimmadome chuckled, watching the two. "Yes, it's over." Perhaps now her parents can rest in peace knowing she's safe with the Turner's...he thought, smiling softly.

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TBC. Epilogue Next Chapter!!