I've been rewatching the series to work on this fic. I forget how awesome Anti-Cosmo is, lol!
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Chapter Ten: Just Another Weekend
"So this is the brat?" A gruff voice asked in the darkness.
"Shh! Not so loudly. I do not want to wake him." Anti-Cosmo whispered to his companion.
Unbeknownst to him, Timmy had woken up when they first entered the room. He chose to feign sleep in order to see what the two anti-fairies wanted. Their voices were too soft for him to hear, so he chose to wake.
With a yawn, he sat up and wiped his eyes. "Anti-Cosmo? Is that you?" He asked in a sleepy tone.
Anti-Cosmo set his hand on Timmy's head, giving his companion a glare. "It's all right Timothy, Anti-Binky just wanted to meet you. You can go back to sleep now."
Seeing that they didn't need anything, and not needing any more motivation to sleep, he dropped his head back onto his pillow and passed out.
Anti-Cosmo teleported himself and Anti-Binky out of the room, before they could disrupt his godson's sleep once more.
As soon as they were in the hall, Anti-Cosmo crossed his arms over his chest. "Are you satisfied? You've woken my godchild. What was so important that you couldn't wait until the morning to see him?"
"Oh, it was just something I needed to see. Don't worry about it, my friend. Thank you, and sorry for disrupting you so late. I hope I haven't caused too much trouble." Anti-Binky waved and took his leave.
"So who was that guy?" Timmy asked his godmother the next morning at the breakfast table.
"That's Anti-Binky. Don't you mind him. He's a lil' rough, but he's one of Anti-Cosmo's friends." She knew a bit about their relationship, after all, Anti-Cosmo didn't keep secrets from his wife.
"'Friends' doesn't sound like the right word. Anti-Cosmo seemed kind of annoyed by him." Timmy was not stupid. He would be annoyed too if someone visited him that late at night, but there was something more. It seemed like the annoyance was mutual, not just on Anti-Cosmo's part.
"Well, long ago, before my Cozzie was supreme anti-fairy, there was a competition to see who would become the next Head Anti-Fairy. Lots of anti-fairies entered but at the end there was only ma' Cozzie an' Anti-Binky."
"My friend, I hope you won't hold it against me when I take the position of supreme anti-fairy." Anti-Binky arrogantly stated. The final round was a fight to the death. With his strength, he would be able to pound that puny little anti-fairy into a pulp.
"Ah, watch yourself 'friend'. I wouldn't get cocky this early. You never know what tricks I might have up my sleeve." Anti-Cosmo wiped his monocle with a huge smile on his face.
"What's with that ridiculous smile?"
"Well, I was just thinking about how my wife is out there cheering for me."
"Great, now you're going to get all cheesy on me."
"Will the remaining anti-fairies please make their way to the stadium? The final competition is about to begin." The voice over the P.A announced for all to hear.
"It looks like we'll be on opposing sides now." Anti-Binky cracked knuckles in an attempt to intimidate Anti-Cosmo.
"Good luck to you then." He said, unfaltered by his opponents display.
"So they fought and my Cozzie used his smarts ta' win. Ya' see, there were none of them rules, so he set some traps for Anti-Binky before the fight and won."
"That does sound like Anti-Cosmo…" No wonder Anti-Binky would be mad. He lost a battle of strength to someone with a set of brains.
"Aww, but don't ya pay him no mind. Anti-Binky likes bullyin' people fer no reason. He just swung by cause there's gonna be a council meetin' tonight."
"So, what did you think? Was he anything special?"
Anti-Binky let out a barking laugh. "The brat? There was nothing good about him. You know, by the looks of Anti-Cosmo's wand, that kid hasn't been making very many wishes."
"Maybe Anti-Cosmo's just been refusing to grant them."
"No, he's always envied the fairies for the godchildren; it just doesn't sound like something he would do. Besides, you should see him when it comes to the kid. It took me months to finally convince Anti-Cosmo to let me see him."
"Well, it doesn't matter. I'm just going after the kid. As soon as he's out of the picture, I'll have what I've always wanted, and no one will be able to stop me."
"You know, this may turn out to be a good thing on my behalf too." Anti-Binky rubbed his chin in thought, a frightful smirk making its way across his face. Oh yes, this would work quite well.
"How so?"
"Well Anti-Cosmo really likes the brat, so if we get rid of him he'll be too depressed to do anything. That'll be my chance to strike and overthrow him."
"Not happy with second in command?"
The anti-fairy gave his accomplice a dirty look. "Happy with having power over no one?" He retorted.
"I was joking, no need to get all wound up. So tell me, what's so wrong with Anti-Cosmo's rule?"
"It's too soft. That damn pansy likes to do everything all 'proper' and 'right'. See, if he wants the godchildren, it's very simple. BANG!" Anti-Binky pretended to fire an imaginary gun. "Kill them all. No fairies to stand as the supreme race, no one to tell us we can't have the godchildren."
"You know, for someone who is trying to get the godchildren, you really don't seem like the parental type."
"Who says you have to care for the kid? Granting wishes makes your magic stronger, that's all I care about. The kids could wish for a car and drive themselves off a cliff for all I care."
"Harsh."
"Whatever. Tonight, after the meeting, I'll drop by so we can finish setting everything up. I want this done as soon as possible." Anti-Binky glanced at his watch in excitement. How many more hours until that kid was gone?
Too many.
As that evening rolled around, Timmy and Foop found themselves stuck upstairs while the meeting took place.
Timmy didn't take any offense to not being allowed down this time, for he knew the reason. If he was down there, Foop would want to follow, then he would want to be in the meeting, then he would start spurting random things on death and killing that had nothing to do with the meeting's agenda, so he found himself literally stuck with the job of babysitting.
Foop himself did not know what the meetings were even about. He thought it was just his parents throwing a dinner party, a rather boring engagement he would prefer not be a part of. Still, it did not relieve the restlessness he felt being stuck inside. "I want to go outside and play." He tugged on Timmy's shirt, hoping to convince the boy to take him outside.
"You heard your mother; we need to stay up here." Timmy sat at the window sill, staring outside with Foop in his lap. He was hoping for something to happen outside and keep the baby distracted, but it soon looked like he would need another plan.
"We can sneak out. Mother is not that hard to trick, she'll never notice."
"No, Foop. How about we go to the library and I'll read you a story." Timmy silently prayed that the child would accept the offer and drop the subject of going outside.
"We've already done that. I want to play on the teeter-totter of terror!"
"We already did that earlier today, remember?" Timmy hated it when Foop wanted to use that teeter-totter. It was way too small for him, he looked ridiculous on it.
"Well, I'm bored!"
So was he. "Okay, let's walk up here; I'm sure we can find something to do." Timmy carried the baby out of his bedroom.
"Wait!"
"What is it?" He had only set one foot out of his own bedroom, what could Foop want now?
"Let's go into Mother and Father's room!" The baby said excitedly.
"Uh… I don't think that's such a good idea." Timmy had never gone into their room before. There had never been a reason too and he did not know how they would react. Would they get mad and accuse him of snooping around? Maybe they had security measures in their room. As supreme anti-fairy, Anti-Cosmo was bound to have some enemies. It wouldn't be too surprising if his room was booby trapped. What better way to get your enemy than in their sleep?
"Why not?" Foop demanded, wanting to know the logic behind his brother's decision.
"Because, they might not like us going through their stuff."
"Did they tell us to stay out of their room?"
"They don't have to, it's self-explanatory. It's like if someone walked into your room and started going through your crib."
"Nonsense, we're not strangers, we're their children." Foop hopped out of Timmy's arms and drifted into his parent's master suite.
"Foop, get back here!" Timmy chased after him into the bedroom.
He entered the bedroom cautiously. The inside was not as grand as he would have imagined. It was pretty simple compared to most master bedrooms.
There was a bed in the center, facing away from the window. To the side was a vanity, obviously Anti-Wanda's, with a purple stool in front of it. A little ways down from the vanity was a built in closet and a door, which presumably led to a bathroom.
No bookshelf? No paintings on the wall? Anti-Wanda must have been the one to decorate the room.
"Timmy, come look at this!" Foop called from under the bed.
"Foop, get out from there!" Timmy crawled under the bed to fish for his baby brother.
"Come see this first!" Foop pleaded when Timmy grabbed a hold of his leg.
"If I say yes, will you leave peacefully?"
"Yes."
"Fine." Timmy allowed the child to lead him to the wall underneath the bed. He watched as Foop ran his hand over the paint. Suddenly, the wall slid back and to the side to reveal a secret entrance. "Cool." Even he had to admit it.
"Can we go in? Please, please, please?" Foop pleaded.
Timmy wanted to say no, but his curiosity got the better of him. A secret entrance in an ancient castle. How could he resist? "Let's check it out."
Foop latched onto Timmy's back as he crawled through the space in the wall. Once inside, he stood up, finally finding enough headroom to do so. "Can you light the way?"
Foop held his bottle up, using his magic to make the tip light up.
The hallway was long and plain with strange symbols and writing on the walls. Some were in English, while some were done in unusual hieroglyphs.
Timmy traced his hand along the wall, admiring the writing. "Can you read the weird ones, Foop?"
"I can't read at all, remember?"
Right, Foop was still a baby; regardless of the fact he had more facial hair than Timmy, who was ten years his senior.
"Maybe this tunnel leads to a secret room in the castle!" Foop announced excitedly. He hadn't been in the world long enough to explore the entire castle yet. Who knew what amazing secrets it held? "Or maybe we'll find lost treasure!"
Timmy smiled at the baby's innocence. If there was one thing he had learned from being here, it's that everything is never what you want it to be.
During the stroll, Timmy never noticed the tunnel's decline into the ground. He fell through the opening, going through centuries worth of cobwebs and dust.
A soft light came closer and closer as they continued to fall.
Soon, Timmy slammed into something metallic. Whatever it was, it came off from the impact, dropping Timmy and Foop into a lit room.
"Hi ya'll!" Anti-Wanda said to them.
Foop gazed around the room in disappointment. "The kitchen! A hidden passageway and it leads to the kitchen?"
"Wow, everything in this house leads to the kitchen." Timmy recalled the few other secret doors he had found on his first day in the castle.
"Well of course. The backdoor's here." Anti-Wanda pointed to the wooden door, leading to the gardens out back.
"Well, that makes sense." Timmy sighed in disappointment. If the house was under attack, getting out the back would probably be a good idea.
"All that work for nothing. Let's go to the library, I want to hear a story." Foop tugged on Timmy's shirt again.
With a sigh, the boy picked himself up and climbed back up the secret entrance, not wanting to exit through the dining hall and accidentally interrupt the evil fairy council.
"So how'd it go?"
Anti-Binky threw his jacket off, tossing it carelessly onto the desk. "Boring as always. Did you do what I asked?"
"Of course. Have I ever let you down?"
"Well you better not tomorrow. It's the perfect opportunity."
"Oh, I assure you. Failure is at a zero percent chance, for I, Princess Mandie, will see to it that the interfering brat is taken care of." She let out a wicked laugh, startling the crows outside into a frenzy. She would have her revenge against the Turner brat for ruining her attempts to take over Yugopotamia. Tomorrow the child would visit his friend, and from there she would lure to the planet and that brat to their doom.
Oh noez! What does Mandie have up her sleeve?
Brought the plot in because some people can't appreciate a scenery shot ಠ_ಠ.
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