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Chapter 2 Continued : Nega-tive Consequences

Timmy's 15th Birthday

After the 'Incident' Timmy was fine for a few days, then another happened, at school. His rampage frightening his classmates and teachers as desks were thrown, windows broken, and even a door surprisingly unhinged. His friends AJ, Chester, Tootie (Vicky's younger sister who used to have a Timmy obsession she outgrew to become one of his closest friends) showed great concern for him, but he just rebuffed everyone and pushed them away. Elmer having previously moved and Sanjay having gone to Military School to the glee of his father would call sometimes to ask about him.

Then another happened at home with his family, and another, and yet another. They were becoming less violent but still, his parents had him seek professional help. His new doctor helping develop little habits for him to overcome his distressful moments. Though his behavior had showed the newly forming 'moods', Green, Pink, and finally the more concerning Gray. The doctor worked with Timmy's parents and Vicky in order to help care for him and protect him and others from what raged inside his mind.

Vicky stayed working for the Turner's, she had canceled most her other babysitting gigs. Her previous years of business, and her starting a service that provided other babysitters and parents a way to find each other, had given her quite a vast wealth that would not dry up no matter how often she would buy huge quantities of alcohol to kill the pain she would experience every day of seeing Timmy's torturous journey to mental health.

Though the Turners would also spend more time attending to Timmy, they would constantly have to leave in order to work towards giving Timmy a life they believed worthy of the wonderful gift he was.

Timmy's 15th birthday crept around slowly as did his progress, but things had returned to an almost normal. Vicky was watching him due to Daniel having been called about a pencil not being pushed right and a few of his co-workers might have jobs at risk if not the whole company and Marie having to manage a dispute with one of her company's more important shareholders. Vicky having just finished cleaning the kitchen after dinner and helping Timmy with his homework that he was still vastly behind from the days he missed school, such as today.

Timmy had put his head on her shoulder as they sat at the table next to each other in silence, an action he did often now. Normally she was used to it, but sometimes it would tug at her for reasons she couldn't comprehend. She glanced at the young man just being right there doing nothing, completely unlike he used to be.

Now she would normally never drink around him, having started to actually care for his well being and not wanting to endanger him due to her being unable to help him, but tonight she just could not stand it anymore, the fact that the Twerp she helped take care of for years, was gone and in his place was this angry, sad young man who had hurt in his soul you could feel across your skin. She got up and headed to her car to retrieve the emergency bottles she kept when she couldn't get home fast enough to fuck herself up.

The first bottle was gone by the time she got in the door, dropping with a soft clink onto the floor she started on her next. Timmy had looked up to see her lean on the back on the couch while she drank from another two. He looked at her with concern as he watched her over the next almost hour nearly finish 3 more.

"Vicky...?" The sound of his weak nearly unused voice stopped her from finishing the bottle in her hand, this one unlike the others by being a dark labeled hard liquor of high proof. She stared at him with more than buzzed eyes as he kept talking. "That isn't good for you. You will get yourself sick and hurt with those." She started slowly walking to his seated position as he turned his body and chair to her, setting the bottle down she just stared at him questioningly. "You really should wait a bit, or hold back o-" He couldn't finish his though as a hand struck his face. He stared again at her as a single tear dropped from her pink gaze, he was taken aback for sure, but he had no fear nor anger, he understood that he was the cause of a lot of grief and worry for her.

"How dare you?" Her anger softening and sadness dissipating as quick as they came and she grabbed his face and got closer. "Twe-Timmy, I have been here every chance I could to make sure you don't hurt yourself and I have to watch you do it anyway without a care for anyone." She kept getting closer as he started noticing all the features of her face one would normally overlook, her patches of freckles, the deep fire like red of her hair, her rosy pink eyes that could swallow a mans willingly given soul, her luscious lips. "I have been trying to find something to give you or do to make your birthday special."

"Vicky, you caring and bein-" He was cut off once more but this time by the crashing of her lips into him, and for a moment he was back again, blushing beyond belief, but back again for the first time. She had a hunger, a fire in her she didn't recognize, maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the weak boy who no matter what she did, would always be kind and caring without being naive, maybe it was the wanting of him back or a weakness from inside herself caused by her loneliness. She did not care as the drinks in her system caused her to hunger more. Timmy was cautious but returned the kisses and eventually found he had wrapped his arms around the girl who was now straddling him. After an eternity of breathing through each other she pulled away much to his dismay. She looked at him now with a smirk plastered across her face.

"I think... I found a gift for both of us." She said each word slowly and clearly as she walked her fingers across his face, jerking him towards her for another kiss. This moment was so short, Timmy barely felt her lips when she pulled away giggling. She rested her elbows onto his shoulders and pulled off his ridiculous pink hat, twirling her fingers into his hair. He was like putty in her delicate hands, following every sweet nothing escaping from her mouth, wanting to introduce his face to her existence once more, and her only giving him the slightest taste. After another half hour of Vicky toying with him, a rising sensation caught her by surprise, her eyes gliding towards his youthful and energetic humanity, she cooed into his ear whilst letting her hands travel down, sobriety having returned not long before. He had no idea what was about to occur, but he agreed with his conscience that he wanted it, he wanted HER, she wasn't what was missing, but this vision of chaos in his arms made it feel alright that he was missing something, she could make everything alright. His thoughts interrupted by her hand finding its mark, holding onto his warmth softly and feeling it pulse with his now faster beating heart, her fingers sliding closer to his zipper as their lips touched once more.

Just as she was about to reveal her prize, they felt a moving sensation, not realizing their playtime had started tipping the chair they shared. Now finding themselves splayed onto the floor she was the first to regain her senses, looking up at the one that was trusted to her, horror and pain in her eyes as her mind came to the conclusion of what she was going to do. Worry and concern had replaced the normal torture Timmy's face often sported, but before he could speak she got up, and sped through the house towards the front door, not caring about the bottles or the young man left holding onto memories of her beauty, she just had to get away from him, in order to protect what little remained in his soul from being corrupted by her wants and desires.

Marie had just finished up with her client when her phone started to ring, seeing Vicky's number flashing made her heart drop.

"Hello?" She warily got out.

"Mrs. Turner? I am just so sorry, I just... I couldn't, and his...face. Oh my god his face." Vicky got out through her weeping. "I just... can't be around for Timmy anymore" The phone clicked, letting Marie know that Vicky was gone. Her car was speeding through red lights before she knew, having called her husband away from his own emergency to go find out what has happened to their child.

Timmy got up slowly, feeling the gray taking him over once again while still trying to figure out the events leading to now. His eyes falling onto the bottles littering the room, and finally the Black label sitting onto the table, his mind pushed the mists back at the sudden realization that this would look terrible and Vicky would be put into danger with the truth. He had to come up with something quick, he had to save her, like she had been trying to with him. His panicky brain coming up with something that would make sense to the parents of a teenager, he had no second thought as he snatched up the liquor on his table and guzzled down the rest, he then smashed the container of poison and then the rest of the bottles. Tossing the table aside like nothing, he tried to recreate one of his incidents, not fueled by pain of something gone, but with rage at what they would do to the one person he would never let come to harm.

A new type of haze had taken over Timmy by the time he was sure he had finished what he considered a masterful lie, this one wasn't his emotions in toil, it was a warm and comforting calm. The liquid in his veins had, by chance, given him more clarity than he had be in possession of in months, he would remember this as the beginning of another struggle. His thoughts, while being just barely coherent, were quite brilliant as he formulated a story that would protect his babysitter.

His parents entered the house, surveying the damage that Timmy most likely caused, only to find him sitting in the only non broken chair, with a flushed face and a small smell of alcohol coming from everywhere. The broken glass on the floor now clearing that mystery up, he looked at them, laughing softly.

"...Hi, I think we need to talk..."

After the Birthday

Timmy fed his parents a story about him, wanting to celebrate like a normal teen in one of his more clear headed states, but knowing that Vicky and his parents would worry about him, he lied and went out saying he was going to ask AJ for help with school. He told them he went to a party, not naming names lest his parents actually checking up on his false tale, and proceeded to start drinking, he told them he was enjoying himself but suddenly felt himself going back to what was his new normal self, and decided to grab a few bottles and head back home. Upon reaching the Turner residence, he was clearly intoxicated, much to Vicky's displeasure, he starting having a mood of his and started being rude and angry to her, even though she just wanted to help him. He told his parents that his reply was that no one could help him and he started getting more out of control, until finally calming down, Vicky, seeing him still drunk and all that he had done, could not bear to watch his pain anymore and had to leave. He finished stating that it was all his fault and that Vicky was just trying to protect him and he pushed her away.

He sobered up and cleaned his mess and was sent to bed after making sure that he wasn't going to be sick all over the place. His parents actually believing his very tall tale, decided to check up on Vicky. She had just returned home after a detour to cry alone for hours, when her phone ringing, seeing it was the Turners filled her heart with dread.

"Y-y-ess?" Was all she could get out.

"Vicky...Timmy told us what happened." Daniel Turner said calmly in the mouthpiece.

"He did?" Asking this only caused her to be filled with more terror and grief at what she had done.

"...Yes, and Vicky?" Mr. Turner asked.

"Hmm?" Her answers getting weaker with every second as tears started crawling out of her again.

"We apologize deeply for what Timmy did, you deserve more respect than he gave you, especially after looking after him for so long." Daniel was started to sound irritated at his young child, yet Vicky heard very little of it, she had no idea what exactly Timmy told them, but she knew it wasn't the truth by far.

"What do you mean Mr. Turner? " Her question became voiced before she could retract it.

"Well first the lie about AJ and studying, and the the lie about the party..." Mr. Turner went off onto a tangent, unknowingly telling her the entire lie, in detail. "I just wanted to say thank you, for all you had done with him, and anything you need, we will help." Daniel finished with sadness in his voice over the loss of progress with Timmy.

"Mr. Turner? I...want to thank you, for letting me be around your wonderful family, and letting me care for Timmy. I just... don't think I can go on with this." She knew Timmy fibbed for a reason, and whatever it was, she would not go back on it, no matter how disgusted she was with her self. "I have college starting soon, and a business service to take care of and, the pain I see in him everyday is getting to be too m-"

"Victoria." Daniel interrupted " We understand, we have no ill will to you, you were a godsend for the last few years, and its about time my wife and I start holding our family together without help. You are always welcome in our home though."

They held idle chat for another few minutes as Mr. Turner and Vicky talked about how she was planning on moving very soon, and how he and his wife were going to either quit their jobs or at least take long vacations to deal with Timmy.

Vicky hung up the phone, barely fighting the tears in her eyes as she headed upstairs, starting to pack up her belongings. She left her furniture and some things she didn't immediately need, with plans on retrieving or replacing the rest when she could, as money was no issue to her. She stopped by the dining room to find her family sitting quietly for supper. She explained to them that she was leaving, off to go to college out of state, and that she was ready to move on with her life. After many shed tears she got into her car and started off in a direction she felt certain would take her away from the person she was too afraid to look at again.

As Daniel said, he and his wife took some very serious time off their busy schedules to really focus on Timmy. Daniel even quit his job and started a little contracting company to better maintain his time and still care for his family.

But these memories and events were grayed out as present Timmy was sifting through this time. He sped past the revelations and years that followed up his last moments with Vicky, not even thinking of AJ coming out to everyone, the uneasy friendship he gained with Francis, him beginning his journey to accomplishment, focusing solely on two major items that followed after Her disappearance.

The foremost was to his new struggle, the dark liquid that seemed to calm his various sides and make him like he almost used to be, but then the alcohol was no longer enough, he would get right next to finally figuring out what happened then have it ripped from him. He found new substances to help him cope and he abused them more and more until he was found overdosing in his car one night. He had to fight and control himself away from the relief they caused him.

But what should have been more worrisome to him was the little voice he started to hear as more time passed between incidents, one almost exactly like his, but colder and angrier than he ever could be. It was the one that urged him further into his addictions at times, trying to get closer to the truth about where the missing parts had gone. It soon stopped the goading to drugs and drinks after it nearly killed both Timmy and the voice.

It would keep Timmy up late at night and sometimes even have conversations with him, helping him control the pain wreaking itself onto his soul, keeping it at bay while trying to solve the many mysteries of his life before. One night though Timmy was at the verge of sleep when it started whispering to him, haunting his moments of near unconsciousness.

Yessss Timmy...Sleep well, we need the resssst in order to stay strong and healthy, we mussst find waysss... We mussst find THEM...We need Them back, they are misssssing, and I don't believe it isss like what ssshould have happened... You need to try harder...you NEED to remember THEM...

Timmy Turner stood at his door, staring at the red haired nightmare that he wished would return someday. He flashed through all his memories in mere moments, remembering the pain and hurt, but also remembering the blessed moments of warmth with her and him connected, even through just kissing. He could swear as he was just staring there at the clearly uncomfortable and nervous Vicky, shuffling and gazing around in the hallway, that the Voice was grinning in the back of his mind.

…...Ssshhe returnssss?...Thissss may be exxxxactly what we needed Timmy...

'Yes', Timmy thought his reply, 'This is what I needed'

A/V: I was halfway through the last part when I realized its length and decided to split it, hopefully this will be good foundation and I can return to the main story, there will be more past moments to explain some things, but now to the future, or present. Also dropped hints but the Voice is Nega-Timmy