A/N I appreciate all the feedback, thanks for taking the time to review! Yeah the title's not that original but hey, it does fit the fic and that's the whole point of a title anyway. Ready to meet some more Anti-Fairies? How about an OC? I don't usually put myself in my non-MIB: The Animated Series fics but in this case I made an exception. Just a secondary character to fill a role, Vice Principal Anti-Di. If you'd like to read her profile or view her picture just visit my DeviantArt gallery (link on my homepage).
Cosmo: Oh sure, stick me in a 'mandatory Fairy Conference' for the whole fic!
Wanda: Is there even such a thing? And why would we hold it once every ten years?
Me: Gimme a break here, I needed to get you two out of the way.
Cosmo: Well! I can tell when I'm not wanted!
Wanda: Right, let's get out of here sweetie and leave Ms. Insensitive to her story.
Me: You guys are taking this way too personally.
Cosmo: Where are we going?
Wanda: Somewhere that'll help cheer me up, hon.
Cosmo: :gasps: You don't mean...
Wanda: Yep! Chocolate City, Utah! :licks her lips:
Double Trouble
Chapter Four: No More Mr. Nice Guy
"This is all very interesting," Timmy yawned, "but I'd much rather be playing Crash Nebula vs. The Planet Mashers."
"Crash who?" Anti-Wanda scratched her head.
"I believe he's referring to that confounded device by the television pumpkin," Anti-Cosmo responded. "And who cares what you'd rather be doing? In case you've forgotten we've just spent an entire day following you around and avenging you for every little mishap that occurred yesterday."
"Yeah kid," Anti-Wanda placed her hands on her hips (and Timmy could really see the resemblance between his two godmothers), "you owes us big! So button it and starts paying attention cause it's my turn to do the talkin'!"
"Oh precious," Anti-Cosmo zipped over to nuzzle his wife's cheek, "I do so enjoy it when your temper flares."
"Aw shucks," she blushed, "you know how younguns always brings out the worst in me."
Timmy shoved a finger in his mouth and gagged. I'm not sure how much more of this mush I can take! I wish something would happen so I wouldn't have to sit through any more of this 'quality time'.
SMASH!
"TWERP!"
Blue eyes bulged. I meant anything but that!
The two anti-fairies barely had time to poof back into goldfish before a fiery redhead barged into the room.
"Vicky! Oh no!"
"That's right you little brat," she snapped, "Your parents are going out of town tonight so I'm in charge!"
Outside the Turners backed out of their driveway and called up to their trembling son. "Bye Timmy! We love you!"
Timmy could only watch as his parents sped away leaving him with the pink eyed terror known to all as 'Icky Vicky'.
"Now," her voice instantly changed tones, this time sugary and nice...not good, "you have two choices: either go to bed now or DO YOUR CHORES!"
"B-but it's only seven thirty!" Timmy whined, "And what chores? Mom already cleaned the kitchen and the toilets got scrubbed last weekend!"
Vicky was about to shout out an answer when a melodic voice broke in-
"Well then I guess it's on to choice number three!"
Young Turner's hopes instantly lifted when his pal Chip Skylark appeared in the doorway. "Hi Timmy!"
"CHIP!" Timmy jumped for joy. With her good natured boyfriend around Vicky was less likely to overdo it on the cruelty.
"Who's that lame, pretty boy, dork singer?" Anti-Wanda asked.
"Ugh, Chip Skylark," Anti-Cosmo rolled his eyes, "I daresay he's the most popular pop singer on the planet. Those mindless teen girls flock to him like flies to a trash heap."
"Well I can't sees why." Anti-Wanda cocked an eyebrow, "Then again that ornery girlfriend of his ain't exactly gushing all over him."
"Chip!" Vicky groaned, "I told you to wait downstairs while I tortured—I mean—checked up on the twerp...ur...Timmy."
"Yeah but I figured I'd come up and say 'hi'." Chip shrugged, "I mean, it's not often I get to see the little dude. What with the concert tours, TV interviews, and everything."
"Ugh, fine." Vicky relented, "He can come downstairs and eat takeout with us but after the movie he's going straight to bed!"
"Awesome," Chip agreed, flashing his bud a smile and a wink after Vicky trudged downstairs.
"I'm saved! He's the best!" Timmy beamed before following Chip downstairs.
"Well," Anti-Cosmo sighed, "it looks like our little love story is on hiatus for the time being."
"Wanna tell me about that escape plan of yours then?"
"I told you that I'm keeping it a secret!" he snapped, "The last thing I need is you blabbing the whole scheme to that dope Jorgen von Strangle like before!"
Speaking of which...
BOOMING POOF!
In a mushroom cloud of magical smoke the fearsome authority figure appeared. Wide eyed the anti-fairies swam inside the castle but found themselves poofed before the muscular fairy courtesy of their remote controlled restraints.
"Ah, Anti-Cosmo and Anti-Wanda," he began gruffly, "I am here to check on your progress in successfully temping as godparents to young Timmy Turner."
"We's doin' our jobs!" Anti-Wanda stammered and hid behind her husband.
"Very good," Jorgen nodded, "because should you fail in your godparenting duties at any point-"
"Yes, yes the restraints will go off alerting you to our negligence and you'll reappear to lock us away in that blasted prison again." Anti-Cosmo folded his arms as he recited the words tiredly.
"For fifty years in solitary confinement!" Jorgen reminded him.
"And as delightful as that sounds I think we'll be sticking with the reform program."
"What he said," Anti-Wanda agreed.
Jorgen eyed the two suspiciously before his wrist watch started beeping, "Hm, I have to go. It is nearly time for my favorite soap opera 'All My Biceps' and I still have one more prisoner to check on."
In another massive mushroom cloud of smoke he was gone leaving the two anti-fairies to sigh in relief.
"That sure was a close one huh sug?"
"Indeed," Anti-Cosmo paused when the voices from downstairs filtered into the room, "it sounds like young Timothy and that Skylark fellow are having quite a wonderful time."
"Yeah," Anti-Wanda clenched her fists and added eagerly, "let's go ruin it!"
"No, no." her husband shook his head, "I'm afraid we can't do anything to jeopardize our chances of escape. So we must let them enjoy themselves...while they still can."
"Fine," Anti-Wanda pouted, "but as soon as we's gets ourselves free of these pesky things I'm a gonna give that buck toothed punk so much bad luck that he won't even spit without clutchin' a horseshoe!"
Meanwhile at the Buxaplenty estate...
"Ah mi but that was a close one," Anti-Wandissimo exhaled and wiped a bit of sweat from his brow.
"Nevertheless you did manage to prove to Jorgen that you're staying on your best behavior and fulfilling your duties as a temporary godparent." Remy reminded him.
"That is true," Anti-Wandissimo nodded, "but I get so nervous around the figures of authority."
"Yes well, the mask does sort of give that away."
"Ah, the mask." Anti-Wandissimo caught his reflection in the mirror of Remy's dresser and stared at himself with a sad sort of smile.
"Why do you wear that mask anyway?" Remy questioned, "It's not like your identity is a big secret. There's really no point to it."
"Oh but there is amigo." Anti-Wandissimo cast his eyes to the floor as a flood of painful, bittersweet memories engulfed him.
"Like?" Remy persisted.
"It is a tragic tale of misery, adventure, passion, betrayal, and...love!"
Remy took note of the emphasis his temporary godfather had placed on the last word. Clearly the mask symbolized the lasting effects of quite a substantial event in his life.
"Well Momsy and Dadsy are out smoozing at the country club so we have the rest of the evening free. Why don't you regale me with the story and satisfy that pesky bonding requirement of the program?"
"Very well," his anti-fairy godfather agreed, "I will tell you everything. Before this night is spent you shall know all about my first lady love and how I lost her to an evil foe."
With a shrug Remy pulled up a padded a stool and made himself comfortable. It looked to be a long night.
Flailing his cape dramatically behind him Anti-Wandissimo drew in a large breath and began, "It all started many many years ago..."
...Flashback (Anti-Wandissimo POV)...
I was an exchange student at Carl Poofy Pants Anti-Fairy High when I met two individuals who would forever change my life. The first was a fellow by the name of Anti-Cosmo. Yes? You may recall that he is the counterpart of your nemesis Timmy Turner. Well he turned out to be my nemesis, only I did not know this at the time. For you see, when we first met I believed us to be comrades. Kindred spirits with a love for villainy and a low tolerance for the pointless monotony of school.
In fact it was on the day of our meeting when I first laid eyes on the beautiful Anti-Wanda. Ah my sweet young swirly haired beauty. How I loved her so! But alas! He too had fallen for her simple rustic charms. This became quite clear to me in third period that day. You see we both attended the same class: home economics.
"Home economics!" Remy interrupted, "Why on Earth were you (a MALE) signed up for that course?"
"Cape mending," Anti-Wandissimo shrugged holding up a corner of his cape, "They rip quite easily in fights senor. And it can get quite costly to fix unless you learn how to repair them yourself."
Remy rolled his eyes, "Very well then, continue."
As I was saying, I was delighted when I looked up to see my pink eyed senora poof into the room. She came with a friend I had seen earlier with her and the two were deep into a discussion, both speaking in hushed tones. But what grabbed my attention was the bashful smile my beloved wore and the slight tinge of deep blue that lined her cheeks. It was then that I knew—I had a rival!
Furious I sat by the sewing machine directly behind them, careful to remain unnoticed so I could learn the identity of this shameless suitor. Imagine my surprise when I heard my darling whisper the name of Anti-Cosmo, my so-called friend!
"Aw Anti-Plumey he was so sweet!" she went on, gushing over that backstabbing wretch! "He helped me out with all them high tech lab thingies and we didn't miss a single question on those worksheets neither!"
"Wow," her friend was impressed, hn I certainly was not, I could see behind his 'nice guy' routine. He was after my woman! Well, technically she wasn't my woman yet but I was determined not to lose hope!
"And that ain't even the best part," Anti-Wanda leaned forward as though she could not believe what she was about to say. "When we was leaving after the bell rang he kissed me right on the hand and said adored my teeth! Imagine that! A guy thinkin' my bad teeth is attractive! Don't that just beat all?"
"He must really like you!" Anti-Plumey replied in shock. "Think you two might go out?"
"I don't know," my darling blushed, "He did say that he would see me at lunch."
"Oh Anti-Wanda!" her friend was overjoyed, "He really DOES like you! That's so great! Your first day of high school and you might already land yourself a boyfriend!"
"Well I don't know about that," Anti-Wanda seemed uncertain of the extent of the young man's feelings. At this point I could no longer contain myself.
"Excuse me ladies," I spoke up and drew both of their attentions towards me, "I could not help but overhearing that the beautiful Anti-Wanda has obtained an admirer."
Anti-Plumey was immediately suspicious of me. "And what if she has? Are you jealous?"
"Of course not," I grinned (a bit too wickedly perhaps), "I only wished to congratulate her on earning a place on his list."
I turned to Anti-Wanda and took her delicate hands into my own, "I am sure you and the others will be very happy together."
"The others?" she raised an eyebrow.
"What others?" her friend demanded.
Perfect. I had to commend myself on my brilliance. That traitor Anti-Cosmo might not think I possessed much skill in the ways of villainy but I would soon prove him wrong. "Why the other women that shall be accompanying you on your dates my dear."
"What?" both girls looked aghast.
"You did not know?" I put on an air of innocence. It's a really a shame how easily I was able to pull it off. Ah the jealous hearts of females, making their tempers so easy to ignite. "My friend Anti-Cosmo, he is not what you'd call a 'one woman man'." I chuckled, "No, that is where we differ. I prefer to devote the whole of my affections towards only one female whereas he gives it away to many. Ah amigo, what a ladies' man you are. I imagine he took a particular interest in you because you came over with two such lovely ladies this morning."
I almost regretted my deception when I saw the look of disappointment that crossed my darling's face. "I-I just can't believe it. H-he seemed so nice!"
"Yes well," I tried to sound indifferent as I pinned the pattern to the fabric that had been laid out for us prior to class, "that is Anti-Cosmo for you. Pretty words and dazzling fang filled smiles. You know I too was quite taken with you but when I heard you just now talking about him so keenly I knew I had not a chance. No lady can resist his charms."
"Is that so?" Anti-Plumey had her hand on Anti-Wanda's shoulder for comfort but from her expression I could tell that she was ready to track down the unlucky anti-fairy and rip off his wings.
"Why that...that...no good, lying, two faced VARMINT!" Anti-Wanda exclaimed suddenly. She was literally shaking in anger as she ripped her fabric in half. "Sneaky lowdown snake in the grass! I'll choke him like a chicken when I finds him!"
Looking back it was quite a nasty trick I played. Lying to her so and crushing her hopes. But what I did I did out of desperation! For love you see can drive us all to very uncharacteristic madness. Even things as despicable as hurting the ones we find ourselves longing to protect.
I do not ask forgiveness for what I have done, neither do I deserve it. I merely wish for understanding. Because all that follows was a direct consequence of my thoughtless actions.
...End of Flashback (Return to Normal POV)...
Back at Timmy's house the movie had ended and Vicky sent him directly to bed. No fuss, no muss, she'd put her foot down so firmly that even Chip dared not protest.
"Stupid early ten o'clock bedtime." Timmy grumbled the whole way up the stairs. "She only wants me out of the way so she sit around on the couch and get all kissy with her boyfriend."
Timmy would never understand what Chip saw in her. Still he knew that the moment he was back in his room the couple downstairs would start 'making out'. They always did when they found time together (Chip from concerts and Vicky from college), he had even been unfortunate enough to walk in on it once. Now that was a scene permanently burned into the back of his retinas. What the heck was so appealing about sucking each others' faces off?
"Teenagers are gross!" he declared as he plopped down on his bed.
The goldfish sprang out of the fishbowl and assumed their true forms.
"Well it's about time child!" Anti-Cosmo huffed, "We were beginning to think you'd be down there all night!"
"No such luck," Timmy muttered still lying atop his bed with crossed arms, "Vicky sent me up here for bed so she can get all sick and mushy with Chip."
"Now there's a mental image I could've lived without," Anti-Cosmo stuck out his tongue in disgust.
"Ew, ya mean she actually kisses that nerd?" Anti-Wanda cringed, "That just ain't right!"
"Uh...yeah." Timmy kinda agreed—only—the other way around. "So I guess you guys wanna bore me with the rest of the story now huh?"
"You know if you find our little tale of suspenseful romance such a bore I could always have Anti-Wanda regale you with a retelling of her last visit to the podiatrist."
"He had to give me special ointment for this great big bunion I had on my toe!" Anti-Wanda removed her shoe and shoved her foot in Timmy's face, "He said it came from always eatin' everything with my feets. Apparently shoes ain't supposed to bend that way and it makes fiction!"
"That's friction love," Anti-Cosmo corrected before turning his attention back to the green faced twelve-year-old. "So what will it be Turner? Young love or de-feet?"
Covering his mouth Timmy relented, "Okay! Go on with the story and hold the bunions!"
"Well if you's insist." Anti-Wanda said smugly. "Ya see after me and Anti-Cosmo parted ways before third period I met up with Anti-Wandissimo again and he told me a whole mess of lies about him."
"Like what?" Timmy inquired listlessly.
"Like he was runnin' around with all these other girls and didn't really care nothin' much about me at all." Anti-Wanda visibly tensed as she continued.
We was all at lunch sittin' round one of the back tables when he showed up to meet me. You shoulda seen the look on his face when he spotted Anti-Wandissimo sittin' next to me with his arm around my shoulders a lookin' like a cat what just caught himself a canary.
"What the duce is going on here?" he shouted.
"Ah Anti-Cosmo, mi amigo." Anti-Wandissimo greeted him, "have you come to join us? Please, sit. I believe there is still one chair available across from myself."
Anti-Cosmo gave the fella one of the most evil stares I'd ever seen but he went and sat down.
He went on to introduce him to all the girls at the table leaving me for last. "And I believe you've already met my girlfriend, the beautiful Anti-Wanda."
When he said the word 'girlfriend' I just knew Anti-Cosmo was fixin' to leap over the table and claw out his eyes!
"I guess you'll just have to settle for those other girls you've been chasing." Anti-Plumey mumbled all snippy like.
Anti-Cosmo stared at her like she'd gone and sprouted a second head. "What are talking about you twit? What other girls?"
"Please," Anti-Goldie huffed, "we know all about what a ladies' man you think you are."
"Anti-Wandissimo told us everything you creep!" Anti-Puff added.
"Oh he did, did he?" Anti-Cosmo glared across the table hard enough to bore holes through Anti-Wandissimo's skull.
"Ladies, please!" Anti-Wandissimo just smirked right back at him and pulled me closer. I was so mad that I couldn't even look over at Anti-Cosmo. "Anti-Cosmo may be a bit insensitive in his ways but I'm sure his intentions were good. Right senor?"
"You don't honestly believe this dope?" I could tell he was talking right at me.
"No wonder you said all those nice things about her teeth and how you wanted to help her get good grades." Anti-Plumey spoke for me, "It was all a bunch of lies to get her hopes up so she'd fall for you. You probably pull that kind of thing with all the girls who have low self esteem!"
"Even for an anti-fairy that's low," Anti-Puff shook her head all disgusted.
"Anti-Wanda!" when he shouted at me like I was some kinda dummy who couldn't tell when I was bein' lied to I guess I just snapped. My friends was right, I did have me a purty low self-esteem and nobody'd ever complimented my teeth or kissed me on the hand before. Heck, not many strangers would be a promising to help me gets good grades either! There just had to be some kinda catch to all that and I wasn't about to fall for it!
"Now you look here Mr. Knows-It-All!" I hollered, "I may be stupid but I ain't too dumb to know when somebody's tryin' to pull one over on me. All that stuff Anti-Wandissimo went and told me about you makes a heck of a lot of sense!"
"But I-"
"And just why do you like me so much anyways?" I demanded, "We hasn't even known each other a whole day and I certainly ain't nowhere near as smart as you so why pick me outta everybody else? Huh?"
By that point I'd started to cry and man I hates it when that happens! I felt so stupid (more than usual) standing there ballin' like a big ol' crybaby but gosh darnit he'd really hurt me...or at least...that's what I thought at the time.
It sure didn't help none that he was having such a hard time comin' up with an answer.
"I wasn't using you! I-" Anti-Cosmo looked like he was graspin' at straws but I just kept right on asking him why he liked me. And the more I shouted the more he stammered until he finally got fed up and got to his feet.
"I DON'T KNOW WHY OKAY?" he screamed, "I just do! But right now I'm seriously beginning to wonder why I ever allowed myself to fall for such a slow witted ditz in the first place!"
That done it, I was madder than a bull what done seen red. "You ain't nothin' but a wolf in sheep's clothing! Now I want you to get and stay away from me for good ya hear?"
I wasn't sure but I thought I saw some kinda emotion flicker up in his green eyes. I guess maybe if I wasn't so upset myself I would've caught how hurt he must've been feeling when I said that. But if he was hurtin' right then he didn't let it show.
"Very well then, have it your way." he said awful calm like before looking over at Anti-Wandissimo who'd stood up beside me to try and keep me from cryin' so much, "And as for you, don't think this is finished. You will rue the day you invoked my wrath!"
Poof!
Rage!
...End of Flashback (Normal POV)...
"Hey!" Timmy exclaimed sitting upright on the edge of the bed. "This is actually getting pretty good! So what happened next huh? Did you go all medieval on Anti-Wandissimo and make him eat dirt?"
"Not right away," Anti-Cosmo replied in an even tone, "no, at the time I just wanted to put as much distance between myself and Anti-Wanda as possible."
...Flashback (Anti-Cosmo POV)...
I stormed through the halls of the lower level. I knew they would be vacant because all students attending class there next period were currently at first lunch. There was nary a soul around to disturb me as I paced about trying to walk off some of the steam that the fight had caused.
I say 'nary' because unbeknownst to me the two brutes from that morning's amusing spectacle had just emerged from the boy's bathroom and spotted my lone figure.
"Hey Anti-Binky check it out," Anti-Luther nudged the other thug.
"Well...well...well..." Anti-Binky grinned as he and his friend came over and began circling me like wild dogs moving in for the kill. "What have we here? A lost little freshman?"
"Looks more like fresh-meat if ya ask me boss," Anti-Luther snickered.
"Well I didn't ask you!" Anti-Binky snapped.
"I'm not in the mood for this," I stated trying to keep my voice steady, "I don't suppose you chaps would mind going on your way and leaving me in peace to brood?"
"Sure thing pal," Anti-Binky smirked, "Just hand over all your money and we'll let ya off with a light pounding this time."
"You must be joking." I frowned, were these two dimwitted boobs really considering accosting me? The nerve! I wasn't some mindless dope like that amateur villain Anti-Wandissimo! Ugh, that name still leaves a sour taste in my mouth.
"The joke's gonna be on you if ya don't hurry up and do what Anti-Binky says." the second thug warned me. "He ain't exactly a patient guy ya know?"
"Well that's too bad for him now isn't it?" I snapped. "Because he'll be wearing a six inch coat of dust waiting around for me to relinquish my money. Now be gone before I decide to unleash a torrent of misplaced aggression on you!"
Upon hearing this both oafs burst into fits of laughter. That sound! It mocked me, pricked at the wound that gullible female had made in my heart. As I stood there picturing the two bullies with the faces of that accursed exchange student something within in me snapped and the next thing I knew I had the first pinned against a locker while the other attempted to attack me from behind. How spineless!
How I would delight in teaching this Anti-Luther a thing or two about fighting fair (not that I endorsed it myself but if you're going to break the rules of battle you had better be well prepared to face the consequences).
I had him by the throat before he could land a punch. I found a certain wicked delight in watching his complexion change from blue to purple but my enjoyment was cut short when Anti-Binky collected himself enough to kick his heel out into my ribs.
My captive and I were sent flying back into the lockers on the opposite side of the hall. Our impressions remained after we slid down onto the floor. Anti-Binky soared in for another assault but I recovered quicker than his overweight lackey.
Seconds later we were engaged in hand-to-hand combat. Anything went and fueled by my fury I easily got the upper hand. Even when Anti-Luther staggered back to his feet and joined in the fray the two combined were having a horrid time trying to fend me off. We moved all about the hall, crashing into lockers and staggering in and out of open classroom doors. The brawl became so intense that we looked to be no more than a moving dust cloud within which you might occasionally catch a glimpse of a battered face or tensed limb.
"That's quite enough!" a feminine voice snapped so harshly that we all three froze in place.
The two elder students instantly began quivering in fear. I on the other hand remained as stone faced as ever. Although I must admit, this newcomer was quite intimidating. She was taller than most anti-fairies with her hair pulled up in a tight bun. From her business-like attire I could tell that she must be a member of the staff. It was then that I spotted the name tag just below her left shoulder 'VP'. Vice Principal?
"V-Vice Principal Anti-Di." Anti-Binky stuttered, "W-We weren't doin' nothing wrong. Honest!"
"Oh you weren't, were you?" she raised an eyebrow and I felt the lad's heart plummet. "Well we'll just see about that."
The three of us hovered there battered and panting as she took out the book she'd had tucked under her arm and began to calmly flip through the pages. "Ah here we are. Paragraph seven, under sub-section B in the chapter on the student code of conduct, page three thousand twenty-eight:
'Fighting in the halls during lunch hour is strictly forbidden whereas it detracts from the yearly percentage of food fights in the cafeteria.'
Tsk, tsk, you boys will never meet your quota for lunchroom mischief brawling about out here."
"We're sorry Ms. Anti-Di, really!" Anti-Luther was practically on his knees begging for mercy. What a fool! As far as I could tell we were merely being lectured. Hn, at most I expected to receive a minor 'slap on the wrist' for this sort of minor infraction on the rules. I couldn't have been more wrong...
"You three have deliberately broken one of 'Da Anti-Rules'," she stated sternly, "and that is something I simply cannot allow."
All three of us jumped back when her expression suddenly changed to one of pure evil, "I'm going to take great delight in making an example out of you."
"What are you gonna do to us?" Anti-Binky (the most fearsome bully in all of Carl Poofy Pants Anti-Fairy High) was now wailing under her intimidating gaze.
"Something that will scar you whelps emotionally and psychologically for the rest of your pathetic little lives!" she answered darkly.
Even I huddled together with the quaking bullies as we all found ourselves shrouded in her chilling shadow. The eyes behind the frames of her glasses that peered down at us were no longer deep pools of emotionless blue but flaming red orbs of doom!
"Wow!" Timmy gasped, "So what'd she do to you? A whole year of detention? Clap a mountain of erasers? Clean graffiti off all the walls?"
"No," Anti-Cosmo sighed dismally, "something much much worse..."
"YUCK!" Anti-Binky gagged as he removed yet another clog of something none of us wanted to think about from Principal Anti-Carl's personal toilet.
"Hurry up!" Vice Principal Di snapped, she'd been watching us like a hawk ever since we'd started the horrific task. Apparently she took great pleasure in witnessing students suffer through all her ill-devised punishments.
So there we were in the principal's private bathroom scrubbing away and fighting off waves of nausea. I swear that man must have lived off spicy nachos and jelly doughnuts to leave such filth behind!
Gobs of moldy food and used tissues lay everywhere and if it weren't for mandatory health codes I'm convinced that Anti-Di would've made us pick up every single one with ungloved hands!
"Considers yourselves lucky that mandatory health codes prevent me from forcing you to pick those up with ungloved hands!" she snapped.
I'll say one thing for her, I mused, she does adhere strictly to 'Da Anti-Rules'.
The sights I saw that day do not bear repeating. Just know that she made good on her threat to permanently scar each of us for life. The more I scrubbed the angrier I grew. Just thinking about Anti-Wandissimo and how easily he had stolen away the rotten apple of my eye brought my blood to a boil. But now, now this! And it was all his doing, yes! It was all because of him that I had been pacing the halls and encountered these two morons! I could've been dining with Anti-Wanda and basking in the radiance of her bashful smile!
"But no!" I exclaimed aloud, "I'm stuck here with Muscles and Tiny cleaning toilets like some bloody janitor!"
"Those are 'Da Anti-Rules'," the Vice Principal spoke icily, "and you will obey them...or else!"
"But this is cruel and unusual punishment!" Anti-Luther complained as he tied yet another trash bag.
A small smile played on her pale blue face, she truly did look sinister. No wonder she was chosen for the disciplinary position of vice principal. This mysterious woman with the heart of ice seemed born for the job.
"My dear charges," she addressed us in that eerie manner which warned of impending misery, "I take the 'pal' out of vice principal. And I assure you that the next time I catch you breakin' an anti-rule I'll make you wish you could crawl into that filth bucket and HIDE THERE FOR ALL ETERNITY!"
She didn't need to say it twice, we all got the point. Mess up again and we would beg for death.
What a charming lady. I mused dryly.
We finished our task and put away the cleaning supplies. Wherever the principal had gotten off to he'd been gone a good two hours. Apparently it was Anti-Di who truly ran the school. Anti-Carl was just a meaningless figurehead. Hn, in that aspect high school life really wasn't all that different from the real world.
"Now, GET BACK TO CLASS!"
Poof!
Chicken!
The rest of the day I spent scheming up a revenge plan against my none too chummy 'amigo' Anti-Wandissimo. Oh he would be pay for my humiliation. For I was determined that once I was finished with him he would be the one begging for death!
Clutching my pencil until it snapped in half I growled through clenched fangs, "No more Mr. Nice Guy!"
...End of Flashback...
Amanda/Artiste: Anti-Cosmo has had it! Now the gloves are coming off and quite a few unfortunate anti-fairies have gotten on his bad side. Next Chapter: Anti-Cosmo takes his revenge! Anti-Wanda is having second thoughts and Anti-Wandissimo prepares to fight...whether he wants to or not. Please review!