(Yay! Finally my second chapter. It actually started out as 2 separate chapters but both of them were so short so I cleverly combined them haha. Anyways, lots of thanks to my friends Atecom and Chance proof reading this for me!

Anyways, hope you guys like it! My first fic so this is exciting!)

Disclaimer: I do not own the Fairly Odd Parents in any way, shape, or form! Story is my idea!

After a long night of scrubbing and dusting, Timmy headed up to his room for the night. His loving godparents were awaiting his return, cleverly disguised in their fishy get ups. Not until Timmy had entered the threshold of his room and closed the door did they dare reveal their true forms. They gave Timmy a warm-hearted welcome as they transformed.

"Welcome back, sport! How did the chores go?" Wanda asked, trying to
sound cheerful and positive.

"How do you think it went?" Timmy spat back in anger. "It sucked. The
whole time I was down there, I had that good-for-nothing bitch yelling
orders in my face!" Wanda recoiled at Timmy's words. Never had she

heard such a dirty word come from his mouth. "God, I am so sick of her! The way she treats me, my house, and even my parents. It just makes me want to-" Instead of finishing the sentence, Timmy threw his fist into the wall, causing a loud thud to reverberate around the walls.

Almost as if answering the thud, a heavy pounding erupted from Timmy's door. "Keep it quiet up there, twerp! I don't want to have to come up here again. Got it?" Vicky shouted from the other side of the door. As soon as they were all sure Vicky had left, Timmy decided it safe enough to talk again. "See what I mean? My parents pay her to watch over me like this. All she does is loaf around my house, eat all my
food, and treat me like some sort of slave. If only my parents knew."

"Hey! Now I get it! Icky Vicky!" Cosmo added in. A million years behind as usual.

While Cosmo continued to babble on, Wanda tried her hardest to calm Timmy down. "You know, maybe Vicky has a reason for being so mean. Maybe she had a rough childhood or maybe some family conflict."

"Like Vicky had a hard life. Too bad I didn't know why she was such an ass." Yet again, Wanda flinched at Timmy's choice of words, but he was much too upset to notice her reaction to his foul language.

"Hey, that's not a bad idea, Timmy!" Cosmo said. "You could wish to learn about Vicky's past. That way we can know what caused her to turn into such a despicable girl. You're a pretty smart guy. My mama tells me that I's smart, but then again, Wanda is always calling me an idiot-"

"That's it!" interrupted Timmy. "I wish I knew why Vicky acts like such a witch!" With a great, big grin, Cosmo granted the wish, followed by his less than thrilled wife.

With the use of their magic, Wanda and Cosmo summoned a large and
mysterious portal just wide enough for the three of them to slip in. Slowly and cautiously, Timmy stepped through the open portal, Cosmo and Wanda close in tow. The room they entered was cold and still, a mirror image of a silent era film. Despite the silence, the room had a pleasant feel to it. It was nothing more than your average living room. Large, open, and decorated with simple, quaint furniture, nothing out of the ordinary.

"Wanda, I don't get it. There seems to be nothing here. I thought we were supposed to find out why Vicky is so mean. " Timmy blurted out in confusion. With as much focus as the 10 year old had, he studied the room around him. "What's supposed to happen here?"

Almost as if answering Timmy's question, a loud crash came from the other side of the room, which was promptly followed by a piercing shriek. Without hesitation, or much thought, Timmy dashed across the living room. He found himself staring at what he assumed was the kitchen entrance. Timidly, he walked forward. Not too far in front of Timmy a small red haired girl was gawking at the floor in front of her. There, sprawled out on the kitchen tile, were hundreds of glass shards. She must have dropped a cup on accident, he could not figure out why she look so stunned?

Timmy changed his gaze from the floor back up to the girl. Thoughts of the broken cup disappeared immediately. It quickly became clear. The red hair, the blaring pink eyes, everything about her. If it was anymore obvious it would have knocked him backwards. Vicky! He should have known. That face was always haunting his waking thoughts.

"Uhhh, Vicky.. what's going on?" Timmy took a step forward and cocked his head in confusion.

"She can't hear you sport. This is just a glimpse of the past. It's, kind of like a memory." Wanda added in as she glided into the room.

"Yeah. This is weird huh? I don't remember this at all." Cosmo shouted as he flew in behind his wife.

Before Timmy had a chance to reply, the young Vicky dashed away. Scrambling across the kitchen, leaving the group confused and wide eyed. Then, just as quickly as she ran away, Vicky returned with a small hand broom and a dust pan. Hastily, she swept up the glass remains. Just as she was almost half way done, a loud cry stopped Vicky in her tracks.

Out of nowhere, a tall, lithe teen made his way into the room. He was grungy, almost punk like in appearance. His long, brunet un-kept hair was pulled back into his black dingy hat. He had a pair of baggy black jeans and an old worn sweater to match.

"What the hell did you do now?" The grungy teen's eyes glared down at Vicky then quickly darted to the pile of broken glass on the floor. "You broke another glass? What the hell?"

Then, without a flicker of intent, the boy reared back his hand and smacked Vicky across the face. His blow was so swift and hard, it knocked Vicky to the floor. In an instant, Timmy's stomach dropped. He had to catch himself from falling over. Behind him, Timmy could hear Wanda and Cosmo let out a synchronized gasp.

All Timmy could do was stare with his mouth gaped open and eyes gazing. He wanted to move, he wanted to speak, but no movement came nor could he utter a word. Timmy was stuck there, transfixed by this awful scene. It was horrifying.

"Get up! Don't just lay there idiot. Finish cleaning up your mess before your parents get home. Oh... and if they ask what happened to the glass, tell them it was you, and that you broke it on purpose. I don't need them thinking I wasn't supervising you." His voice was so calm. Aggravated... but calm none the less. How could this wretched man hit a 6 year old girl?

Sure, Vicky was mean. Heck she took pleasure in torturing Timmy on a daily basis. But never, ever had Vicky laid a hand on him, or anyone for that matter. Just... how? Timmy was completely dumbfounded.

As Timmy stared blankly at the floor, Vicky began to sit up, wincing in pain. Embedded in her arm were tiny shards of the broken glass. Trying not to show her pain, Vicky stared up at the teen, careful not to look him in the eye. "Yes, Brent. I will... I'm sorry." Vicky's words were shallow and lifeless, yet the look in her eyes told of nothing but pain and fear.

It was sad. Timmy couldn't help but pity her... No one, let alone a child should have to go through this. "Wanda, what-… No, why did this happen? I don't... understand." Timmy choked on his words and they came tumbling out.

Wanda glanced at Timmy and then to Cosmo. Searching for some sort of answer. "I don't know Timmy."

"I don't like this place. It makes super toilet look like a kitten. Can we go please?" Cosmo looked at Wanda with sorrowful eyes. He was far from the brightest crayon in the box, but still. Even his childish mind could comprehend this situation. And it wanted nothing to do with this mess.

"I agree Timmy. Can we go home?"

"No... I need to see more. Maybe we can learn more." Timmy's voice sounded just as clouded as his mind.

In no mood to disagree with her god child, Wanda nodded her head in agreement and raised her wand. With her husband's help, the two fairies whisked the scene away. The last few wisps of a broken Vicky slowly faded from sight.