I've been asked how tall Timmy is in relation everyone else.
I want to keep everyone the same height and proportions they are in the cartoon. That means he is about Anti-Cosmo's size, but only comes up to the knees of most adults.
Hope that cleared up any questions!
Disclaimer: I do not own Fairly OddParents or other relating characters.
Chapter Four: School
"Alright, Timothy." Anti-Cosmo spoke to the drowsy boy. "I am afraid I shall not be able to accompany you to school today, but fear not, for you still have your godmother."
"It's okay, really." Timmy yawned. "You guys don't have to come. I've been to school on my own before."
"Nonsense!" Anti-Cosmo seemed appalled by the very idea of sending his godson to school alone. "What kind of godparents would we be if we sent you to face the educational system alone? Now I must be going, so please do not give Anti-Wanda any trouble." He turned back to the boy only to find him asleep once again. "Timothy!"
"Okay, okay, I promise." The boy mumbled out from beneath his covers.
Anti-Cosmo still felt a little uneasy. Anti-Wanda wasn't exactly the brightest crayon in the box and with Timothy's insane fairy-hunting teacher thrown into the equation, he wasn't quite liking the results. What if she got caught?
It's not like they could lose Timothy. As Supreme Anti-Fairy, Anti-Cosmo made the rules, but there was nothing in the books regarding godchildren seeing no one had any. The worse thing that could happen was for Crocker to successfully capture Anti-Wanda, something she could use magic to get out of and avoid, but who knows what he would do to her.
"Is that it?" Timmy questioned, slightly annoyed that he had been woken up for this.
"Just be careful, alright?"
"Gotcha."
Anti-Cosmo twirled his wand, conjuring a black backpack. "Here are your school supplies." He set the bag down at the foot of Timothy's bed. "Should you need anything else, simply as your godmother."
Timmy watched from the corner of his eye as Anti-Cosmo fretted around the room, doing practically nothing. "It's going to be fine. I've been going to school for six years, five of which I had no magic to help me at all."
Anti-Cosmo sighed. "I suppose so. Very well then, have a good day." He was just about to leave, but suddenly stopped. "And Timothy."
"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?" The boy droned. Man Anti-Cosmo was persistent.
"Do try and be a bit productive today."
"I'm going to be late!" Timmy ran around the room changing his clothes, combing his hair, and brushing his teeth all at the same time. "Anti-Wanda, why didn't you wake me up?"
"Sorry, Sweetie. I fe'rgot." She gave him a kooky grin which did nothing to help his current situation.
Once he had a semi presentable appearance he turned to Anti-Wanda. "Okay, I'm ready."
As soon as the dust cleared away, Timmy stared in shock at Anti-Wanda. "You can't disguise yourself as another student!"
Sure enough, she stood wearing a Dark Japanese school girl outfit instead of her normal clothes, but she had done nothing to hide her different appearance. Her crown still rested upon her head and her bat-like wings still protruded from her back.
"Why not? I kinda like it." She had never disguise herself as a human before.
Timmy already felt aggravated and the school day had not even begun. "Look, we're not supposed to get caught. People will notice your wings! You have to turn into something more inconspicuous. Like a pencil or some other school supply."
"Alright." The dark fairy sounded disappointed, but she complied. She turned into a mechanical pencil before sliding into the outer pocket of Timmy's backpack.
"You can't turn back into an anti-fairy if there are people in the room, okay?"
"Alright." She huffed like a little child from inside his backpack.
"Something seems different about you, Turner." Crocker stood over the boy's desk, holding on to the sides as he leaned in closer.
"Uh… no, nothing at all." Yeah, nothing if you don't count a total one eighty in wardrobe. You think Crocker would point it out right away and blame it on magic, but it still managed to fly over his head.
"Hmmm…Pop quiz! If you pass I know you'll have FAIRY GODPARENTS!" The man spazzed out in several different directions as he shouted at the top of his lungs.
Papers came flying at lightning speed, landing on each of the students' desks.
"You have five minutes! Go!" Crocker pushed the red button on his stopwatch.
"Ooh! Pick me, pick me!" Anti-Wanda cried loudly from Timmy's pencil case when he reached in to get a writing utensil.
Timmy grabbed her pencil form and covered her mouth, but it was too late. The entire class was staring at the source of the peculiar voice. "It's one of those new talking pencils." He quickly tried to cover up. "I saw it on the internet."
Luckily, the class bought it and returned to their pop quiz.
"Anti-Wanda!" Timmy whispered. "You can't draw attention to yourself! We went over this already!"
"I know, I'm just tryin' ta help out." She looked over the paper on his desk. "I'll get this one fer ya'." She began using her pencil tip to write the answers on the test.
Timmy watched. He didn't know the answers to any of these questions, so what could he possibly lose by letting her have a go?
"Time's up!" Crocker yelled when the stopwatch went off. "Pass your papers forward please." He fished through the stack, pulling out AJ's and marking a big A on it without even reading the answers. "Now, let's see how badly you all did, starting with TURNER!" The crazed man read through the answers with a huge smile. "Wow, Turner. This is bad even for you. I'm going to have to give you negative points on this test!" He scribbled in red all over the paper, laughing manically all the while.
The dark-clad boy jumped onto his desk and snatched the paper out of his teacher's hand. He read over the answers, immediately regretting his decision to let Anti-Wanda do all the brainwork.
Last he checked, Minnesota was not located off the coast of Africa.
"Ugggh." He buried his face in his paper.
Anti-Wanda used her eraser end to change the F into an A in hopes of making Timmy happy.
"Nice try." He said. "But the F is still in the grade book."
When recess rolled around, Timmy could not have been happier. Crocker was getting on his nerves again and his classmates would not stop staring at his 'electronic' talking pencil which happened to spout things out randomly during class.
Luckily, he wasn't alone paranormal wise as there was one more kid in the school whom he did not have to hide his secret from.
"Hey, Mark!" Timmy waved to the alien in disguise as he approached.
"Timm-eh! What is up man?" The alien garbled out through a mouthful of trash. "Love the new look."
"Yeah, thought you would." The aliens were a big fan of ugly, dark, and disgusting after all.
There was a poof of magical dust as Anti-Wanda made her appearance. "Hiya!" She announced.
"Yo." Mark did not really notice the difference in fairy types nor did he care. It's not like he had any special bond with Cosmo or Wanda. He simply continued to pick through the garbage for food.
Timmy found that recess the most enjoyable of all. Mark spoke to him without pity or remorse. He acknowledged Timmy, not finding the drab colors weird at all. It was nice to have a friend who did not rely on externalities for judgmental purposes.
Sometime after lunch, the most peculiar thought struck the young boy.
His parents!
Were they out searching for him? Did they miss him? Had they reported him missing yet? They should have, he had been gone for the entire weekend. He needed to see them. As much as he hated to admit it, he kind of missed them, even if they couldn't remember his name.
His eyes drifted over to Anti-Wanda's pencil form. It would be so easy to trick her. He could tell her he was going to the bathroom and she would never suspect a thing. Now, he rejoiced at the thought of his slow godmother.
Now would not be a good time to make his escape. Yes, he decided. Afterschool he would ditch the anti-fairy and find his parents.
The clock struck three, signaling the release of all the entrapped school children. They shouted and shoved, trying to be the first ones out the door.
Timmy calmly walked out of the school once the crowd had dispersed, not wanting to alert Anti-Wanda to his plans.
Said dark fairy examined the hall, returning to her normal fairy form once the few remaining children had closed their lockers and walked out. "Wanna head home?" She asked.
"Nah. Hey, Anti-Wanda, let's play a game." Timmy bounced on his feet from nervousness. What if Anti-Cosmo had already prepped her on this? She might not fall for it.
"Sure thang."
Relief. It never felt so good.
Timmy spun his hat. "Let's play hide and seek. I'll hide and you seek."
"How long should I count fer?"
"A minute, wait, no, make it one hundred."
The boy smiled when Anti-Wanda turned around and began counting. Wasting no time, he ran down the block to his house. It's a good thing he didn't live very far.
After fifteen minutes of sprinting, he rounded the corner of the final block, finally stopping in front of his house to catch his breath.
Shuffling around a bit, he straightened up his appearance. Or maybe he should look like a disaster; it would make his mother cry more. Whatever, chances are they probably hadn't even noticed he was gone. No one in school had approached him about it.
He knocked on the door.
The door opened to reveal his mother and father dressed rather…elegantly?
"Hello, little boy." His mother cooed. "Are you lost?"
"No. I live here. I'm your son, remember?" He asked, desperately wishing Anti-Cosmo hadn't done what he thought he had done.
"We don't have a son." His dad spoke up. "We decided not to have any children so we could live this extravagant life style!" He reached into his suit and pulled out wads of cash, throwing them around the house as if they were worth nothing.
"And I don't have to go through the disappointment of watching a child grow into a loser." His mother linked arms with his father and danced around.
Yup, those two were definitely his parents.
Now he had to face the dilemma of having nowhere to go. There was no way he was going back to the drab Anti-Fairy World!
"I'm your son, you guys have to remember!" Timmy pleaded, doing his best to hold back his tears. He never thought he'd miss his parents so much.
"I'm sure I've had no children." Mrs. Turner patted her stomach. "Otherwise I would have those ugly stretch marks. Sorry little boy, but you must have the wrong house."
Ignoring their protests, Timmy ran into the house and up the stairs. He threw the door of his bedroom open only to find a large screen where his bed once stood. They had turned his bedroom into a home theater!
"Young man, I don't know who you are, but I'm going to call the police. We're rich people, they'll respond right away!" His dad threatened.
The boy did not move from his spot in the doorway. It really happened; his room was a home theater. He had heard his parents talk about renovating it when he moved out, but this one really struck a string. His parents really did not know who he was.
"My goodness, Timothy, there you are."
That voice. That smooth voice filled with sophistication and manners. The voice that said 'I'm smarter than you are.' The voice that brought nothing but dread and misery to him.
Anti-Cosmo stood behind him, in human form. He rivaled his parents' in height. His skin was now an incredible, almost albino, pale. His hair and clothes did however retain the same navy-blue color as in his fairy form.
"I sincerely apologize for my son's behavior." Anti-Cosmo lifted the boy up from under his arms. "He's feeling a little under the weather today. I hope he hasn't been too much of a bother for you."
"Oh, it's okay." Dad sounded relived to finally have the street rat's real father show. "Just another one of the many reasons we chose not to have kids. They're annoying."
Timmy looked up to see a smirk splayed out on his godfather's face. That arrogant bastard! He did this! He made his parents forget about his existence. No wonder Crocker couldn't spot the difference this morning, it was because Anti-Cosmo made him forget!
"I couldn't agree more."
The nerve of that man! Why he ought to tear his eyes out!
Anti-Cosmo placed his hand over Timmy's mouth before he could yell anything out. "We'll be on our way now. Sorry to trouble you." He walked down the stairs silently, Timmy still in his hands.
As soon as they were out of the door, Timmy began. "What are you doing?" He yelled out.
"I could ask you the very same question, young man. Your godmother came to me full of worry when she could not find you." Anti-Cosmo was doing his best not to yell at the boy. Yelling would get the two of them nowhere.
"Wow, really?" Timmy had to resist the urge to laugh, knowing it would only make Anti-Cosmo angrier. "How long was she looking?" She was probably out for half an hour trying to find him before noticing he wasn't there anymore.
Anti-Cosmo's stern look told him she was looking long enough.
They continued in silence until Anti-Cosmo sighed. He set the boy down and ran a hand through his own hair. Better get this out of the way now. "Timothy, tell me, why. Why did you run off like that?" He already knew why, but he wanted to hear it from the child.
"I wanted to see my parents." He couldn't tell Anti-Cosmo that he had been secretly hoping that being with his parents would somehow stop him from having to go back to Anti-Fairy World. It didn't matter anyways; Anti-Cosmo was too smart. Chances are he already knew why. "I missed them."
It was only natural for the boy to want to be with his biological parents over him. Anti-Cosmo had hoped the boy would never find out about his parents, something which had a high probability rate in succeeding, for it seemed Timothy was not very close with them to begin with. What could have suddenly made the boy want to go see them? "Timothy, I don't want you pulling this little stunt again, understand?"
"Yes." Timmy said weakly.
This was only making a bigger rift between the two of them. He would just have to put a bigger effort into bonding with his new godson.
Making sure the street was clear of people, Anti-Cosmo waved his wand.
Timmy was tackled yet again by his godmother before the dark dust had cleared away.
"Sorry sweetie. I didn't mean ta ruin yer' game, but yer' just too good at hidin'."
The boy's laughter could be heard through the castle as Anti-Wanda looked on, confused as to what was so funny.
Silly Anti-Wanda, she doesn't get it.
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