He raced over to Tootie's house cursing the whole way.

His fairy godparents were nowhere to be found when he got home. Only a note saying that they were going to visit Blonda for something like he asked them to.

Asked them to? He hadn't spoken to them all day!!!

How could he have not seen it?

Jorgen, aligning himself with a godchild after losing his authority? And not just any other godchild, but Tootie, the one girl who was genuinely obsessed with him day and night? The only thing still puzzling him as he came up to her front door up to this point was why she hadn't done what he knew she was planning earlier?

As he came to the front door, he could hear Jorgen's voice through the door:

" Child!!! Do it!!! You want him don't you?"

And he worries about other fairies giving themselves away?

"Yes…"

"Then what is keeping you?"

"I've been watching him. He's not the same any more. I know he'll figure it out if what you say about him changing the rules is true. I want him to realize what I'm about to do before I do it."

"But won't he try to stop you?"

"No. He's gotten smarter, but not that much smarter. He'll come here, confront me with the truth, and try to leave. But, before he leaves, I'll do it."

"Do what?" says Timmy rhetorically, stepping through the door. Both Jorgen and Tootie looked at him as he moved closer to them, staring at Tootie intensely in a way that let her know she already knew.

"You sent my godparents away on a wild goose chase so that I wouldn't be able to save myself from this, didn't you? You knew I'd never figure it out until it was too late!!! You were spying on me the whole time!!!" he said, turning his anger at Jorgen, who only grinned slyly and held out his massive wand, pointing the star at Timmy's face.

"I would have wanted you killed, but this is just as good a punishment as anything. You're about to be undone by your own power, Timmy Turner!!!"

Egotistical as ever. But I can't worry about that now, thought Timmy. Right now I have to diffuse the situation.

"You really think listening to Jorgen is going to help you get the me you want Tootie?" Timmy stood facing Tootie. That question brought a silence punctuated by the sound of Jorgen's Rottweiler-like breathing and the occasional sounds of Vicky doing housework Tootie had so intelligently ordered her to complete. She passed into the room only briefly, moving with only the thought of completing one mundane task after another.

But that was enough time for Tootie to look into those eyes she now possessed as her slave. Vicky had no emotion, no fear, no hatred. Just a being that rejected the commands of her soul; opting instead for the commands of its dominator.

Her eyes.

They were empty.

And it scared her.

But Timmy couldn't be allowed to leave now. What terrible act could a mind as twisted and paranoid as his had become concoct for her once she let him go?

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Inwardly, Timmy Turner was panicking. What to do? What to do? What to do?

But the moment was passing by too quickly. And it was going by without him.

"I wish Timmy Turner was hopelessly in love with me."

Poof!!!

"Too late!!! NO! NO! No! no! no. no? no… no-one…no-one but Tootie…" were his last rational thoughts as he was transformed into a mindless love slave.

"You always belonged to me Timmy," said Tootie, "You just never knew it yet."