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Chapter Five: Anti-Fairy Council
"Is everything ready?"
"Yeah!"
Anti-Cosmo gave the room a quick look over, making sure his wife hadn't forgotten anything. He didn't want to welcome his evil anti-fairy council into a messy house. "Where is Timothy?"
"The darlin's asleep."
Good, it looked like their plan of tiring him out to the point of going to bed early had worked. He had been unsure about how Timmy would react to seeing the evil council gathered in his castle, so he decided it would be in everyone's best interest to have the boy sleep through the whole meeting. Maybe when the child warmed up to the idea he would allow him to attend some of the meetings.
They had allowed the boy to stay afterschool and roughhouse with his friends until he decided to come home. As per his usual Friday routine, upon his return he would flop down in front of the television set until late at night. This time, however, they had placed a stick of incense into Timothy's room. They boy thought nothing of it, but what he did now know was that it was a special scent used long ago to make anti-fairy babies sleep on days in which they were incredibly cranky.
Of course there were no more babies, but the incense was still good for lulling a restless anti-fairy to sleep.
When they tried it, they were still a little unsure of whether it would work on a human child, but there was no harm in trying. If it didn't work, it would only make the boy's room smell like musk.
Luckily, it had worked like a charm. The incense combined with Timothy's fatigue had him out like a light by eight.
Just in time too, here came the first group of anti-fairy council members.
Anti-Cosmo flew to the door, welcoming the first few guests. "Come inside, my wife has just finished making dinner."
"Making it or destroying it?" Came a voice from the group of anti-fairies. A rousing bout of laughter followed afterwards.
"Yes, yes, just come along." Anti-Cosmo rolled his eyes as he led the group to the dining room.
"Now that everyone has arrived I would like to begin the meeting. Any objections?"
Silence.
"Good, Anti-Marie, would you please read the first thing on our agenda tonight?"
The female anti-fairy stood up and cleared her throat. "We have a few disturbances in the mines out north, apparently there were some leprechauns trying to steal gold. We currently have them in custody, but there is actually something more important I would like to bring up first." She flipped through her planner, looking for something.
Found it! "Yes, we have a letter from Fairy World for you."
Anti-Cosmo's interest was piqued. A letter? They must be getting desperate. "I will read it later, thank you." He took the letter and tucked it into his jacket pocket. "Give me more details about the mine break-in."
Most meetings would continue on for a few hours with the council discussing various courses of actions for the various problems that arose. Most problems that came up were minor matters, but every now and then something genuinely serious came up.
Tonight was one of the slow nights, nothing too important to discuss.
Dinner was usually served afterwards, with every anti-fairy cracking jokes about his wife's cooking then using magic to morph their plate into something edible. No one had supervised Anti-Wanda while she was cooking, leaving everyone with the same black lump on their plates.
Lastly, they would come up with plans to take down the anti-fairies and rule as supreme magical beings. Unfortunately, these plans were never that good as the anti-fairies were still the lesser of the magical creatures.
A new member to the council stood up, attracting Anti-Cosmo's attention. "I think we should get a big elephant and have it sit on stuff."
Not this again. What were they teaching at the Anti-Fairyversity these days? It must have tradition or something for every council member had proposed the same solution before. Elephants were not evil. Not only that, but why sitting? Elephants in a stampede could cause much more damage.
Forget it, he would let the other members correct the newbie, no need to waste his breath on this one.
Sure enough all the facts were thrown at the newbie, who began shaking from anxiety. First day on the job and he was already being torn to shreds.
Amongst the rabblerousing, Anti-Cosmo pulled the letter out of his jacket. May as well have a look at it now, the anti-fairies would take their sweet time messing with the junior member. He opened the white envelope and unfolded the paper.
Dear Anti-Cosmo,
As you know, Valentine's Day is approaching and, on behalf of the fairy community, I would like to ask you to allow Timmy to venture to Fairy World for that day. You may not know this but Timmy helps me out every Valentine's Day and I still require his help this year.
-Cupid
P.S You still owe me. Grant me this favor and I'll call it even.
Anti-Cosmo could feel his face visibly paling. Luckily the others were still distracted so they could not tell.
The fairies must be willing to play dirty now if they had Cupid write this letter. True enough, he was still indebted to Cupid. He could not say no.
Well, it wouldn't be all that bad to allow Timothy a day in Fairy World if he was with Cupid. The man knew how to handle paparazzi, and he was regarded well among all the magical creatures. In fact he was the only fairy that could venture into Anti-Fairy World without being torn to pieces on sight.
Timothy would be really happy about it.
He sighed quietly to himself. He supposed it would be alright to let the boy go. The kid needed a break from the castle anyways, he still wasn't finding a lot of opportunities to take him out between work and the paparazzi, the boy needed some fresh air.
Once this was over, he would write back to Cupid. He tucked the letter back into his pocket and refocused on the newbie.
The poor anti-fairy couldn't handle the pressure and passed out into his seat.
More laughter ensued as the newbie slid out of his chair and onto the ground.
Even Anti-Cosmo couldn't resist smiling.
Upstairs, Timmy was awoken by the sound of fists slamming on a table.
What was going on? His clock told him it was almost midnight, who could possibly be here at this hour?
He jumped out of his bed and left his room to find the source of the commotion. He slid down the stair railing, quietly tiptoeing to the door of the dining hall, doing his best to stay quiet.
Opening the door just a crack, he peered in.
The entire table was filled with anti-fairies talking, laughing, and drinking from their wine glasses. Nothing serious appeared to be happening, it was a lot of joking and poking at an unconscious anti-fairy lying on the dining table.
He saw Anti-Cosmo float a bit higher in his seat and clap his hands. The noise in the room died down rather quickly.
Anti-Cosmo spoke loud enough for the anti-fairies but from all the way on the other end of the room, Timmy could not hear a thing. He would have to get closer to know what his godfather was saying.
Where could he hide though?
Maybe if he went to the kitchen he could hide behind that door and hear what he was saying. How was he supposed to get there? He couldn't just stroll right through the dining room; it would totally blow his cover.
An air vent, maybe? He briefly recalled seeing one in there.
Timmy slowly backed away from the door before running back upstairs. He zipped down the corridor, trying to remember where he saw an air vent here. He found it and pulled the lid off before climbing in. He crawled through, but stopped when he realized he was standing right above the dining room table. There was no need to go to the kitchen, the opening here was fine.
"…and I bid you all a goodnight." Anti-Cosmo finished.
The anti-fairies wished their leader a goodnight as well before clamoring out of the room with more jokes and plans for the rest of their week.
He missed it! What did Anti-Cosmo say? What did they talk about?
He knew that this was a council meeting, as he had barged into one before when first coming to rescue Poof, but he so desperately wanted to know what they were planning.
Where they planning another plan for world domination? Where they going to destroy Fairy World? Obviously they were going to, but how?
Anti-Cosmo had not moved from his seat at the head of the table, regardless of the fact the room had already emptied out.
Timmy watched him closely. Did he have something else up his sleeve?
The dark fairy waved his wand, creating a pile of pillows in the middle of the dining table.
Pillows? Why pillows? Was he going to sleep on the dining table?
Timmy got his answer when the lid of the air vent came out from underneath him and he fell from the ceiling onto the pile of pillows.
"Nice of you to drop by, Timothy." Anti-Cosmo said in an amused tone.
"Ugh…"
"Next time, try not to make so much noise when travelling through the vents. The castle's security system alerted me to your presence." Anti-Cosmo wasn't worried. He knew the boy hadn't heard anything, not that there was anything worth hearing.
"If you guys had been a little quieter, I wouldn't have woken up in the first place!"
Anti-Cosmo smiled. "Fair enough. Come along, let's get you back to bed."
"Wait, what were you guys talking about?" He couldn't help it, he was curious.
"Stuff."
"What kind of stuff?" Timmy felt like he was arguing with Tootie.
"Anti-Fairy stuff."
"You're not going to tell me, are you?"
"If you must know, we discussed the fate of a few unlucky souls."
Wow, that did not help at all. Were they Fairy souls?
Before Timmy could ask another question, Anti-Cosmo waved his wand. "Goodnight, Timothy."
The buck-toothed boy dropped a few inches, landing on his mattress.
How he suddenly hated magic.
Why is Anti-Cosmo in debt to Cupid? Find out in our next chapter.
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