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December, date unknown
THIS IS JUST GREAT! If it wasn't bad enough that Lauren took over Dimmsdale, imprisoned my family and locked me up, I'm stuck with the twerp!
The guard laughed as she tossed him into my cell and locked the door.
"Have fun you two," she taunted.
Bucktooth looked pretty terrified when he first saw me, but then he started to chuckle.
"What are you laughing at!?" I demanded.
"Your glasses!"
His laughing reignited my insecurity. As soon as I get out I'm gonna swipe some contacts, or at least a pair of glasses that doesn't look ridiculous!
"Laugh it up, twerp! When I'm done with you you're gonna need dentures!"
That shut him right up. Nothing beats a good 'ol fashioned threat!
"So, what are you doing in here?" he asked. "Only kids and adults are being locked up."
"If youmust know, Lauren considers me a traitor for wanting the town to myself and for starting up a rival group."
"So why don't you just change your mind?"
"And let herbe in charge? Forget it!"
The twerp crossed his arms and looked down, as though he was trying to think. After a second he grinned.
"Tell you what: help me and the others get out and we'll help you stop Lauren," he proposed.
"I don't need your stinkin' help!"
"Could've fooled me," he muttered.
"EXCUSE ME!?" I demanded.
"Look, I don't like you and you don't like me," he said, "but if we don't work together then nothing will stop the B.R.A.T.S!"
I groaned. As much as I hated to admit it, my last attempt to stop Lauren didn't work out so well. Like it or not, I was going to need some help.
"Okay, fine!" I caved.
"Awesome! Now, we just need to figure out a way to get out of here. Maybe if we had some pliers, or a shovel…"
As I looked at him a light went off in my head. I'd hatched the perfect escape plan!
"Actually, we do have a shovel," I pointed out.
"We do?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yup."
"Well great, let's get—ACK!"
I grabbed him by his legs and proceeded to use his humongous teeth as a means to dig. In just a couple of minutes I managed to dig a tunnel from under the cell to the sweet (but cold) outdoors! Right after escaping I heard a 'pop' and saw Jorgen standing before me. A look of relief was engraved on his face.
"I'm so glad you're safe," he said. He then frowned. "WHAT WERE YOU THINKING!?"
Seriously!? I had just escaped from a cold, dingy cell and he was lecturing me!?
"I was trying to stop Lauren!" I spat.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Wait a minute!" said the twerp. "You two know each other!?"
I stopped arguing with Jorgen and turned to face Bucktooth, being very confused.
"Wait, you know Jorgen?" I asked.
The twerp and I both turned to face him. He chuckled nervously and rubbed the back of his neck.
"Uh, yes. You see; Vicky used to be my godchild."
"WHAT!?" the twerp exclaimed.
"Back up, so how do you know the twerp?"
"Uh, well…it's my duty to keep an eye on children and their godparents to make sure they're following Da Rules."
My mouth dropped in shock. I couldn't believe it!
"The twerp has a godparent!?"
"Uh…actually, he has two," said Jorgen.
"Two!? TWO!? Why the heck does he get two!?"
"Uh, well, they were married, so they got the same assignment." Jorgen explained. "He actually has three fairies, but only two of them can grant wishes."
Unfreikin believable! I only got one fairy and he got THREE!? That is SO not fair!
"Three fairies!? What make him so special!?"
"Hey, it's your fault I needed fairies in the first place!"
"It is?" I asked.
"Yes," said Jorgen. "You made him so miserable that we had no choice but to assign him a godparent."
Looking back, I guess that shouldn't have surprised me. How many other kids got a fairy because of my torment? Did my ex-foster brother get one? Did Tootie get one? I asked Jorgen about it.
"Uh, not anymore. She had one, but she lost them."
"She probably blabbed about it," said the twerp.
"I'm not allowed to give exact details, but basically, yes."
So Tootie ended up with one too, probably because of me. At that moment I realized that I was just like Vic after all, and began to feel badly about how I've treated her over the years. Unlike the twerp and everyone else, she honestly hadn't done anything to me. Sure my parents liked her more, but that was their fault, not hers.
"Wow, I've been a really lousy sister, huh?" I remarked.
"And overall human being," said the twerp.
I elbowed him in the stomach, which shut him right up. Jorgen cleared his throat and spoke.
"Now that you two are free, it's up to you to rescue the captured fairies!"
"And how do we do that?" I asked.
Jorgen waved his wand and a small radio with a wand sticking out of it appeared in the twerp's hands. It looked just like that device that Crocker's always carrying around.
"This is a fairy tracker," Jorgen explained. "It will lead you directly to where the fairies are being held. Once you find them you must set them free."
"Wait, why can't you just free them?" I asked.
"Don't you think I've tried!? The place they're being held at is surrounded by nets. If I try to set them free I'll get captured too!"
I still have a hard time believing that a creature with unlimited power can be stopped by something as stupid as a net. It occurred to me then that he still had his wand.
"So just use your wand to do it!" I spat.
"I don't have enough magic to pull that off. In fact, if we don't stop Lauren and the anti-fairies soon I won't have enough magic to do anything! Once you set the other fairies free they can fight off the anti-fairies and regain full control of fairy world!"
"And then Lauren will be powerless!" the twerp realized.
I couldn't help but crack a grin at the thought of stopping Lauren and rubbing her stupid face in it. Victory will be oh so sweet!
"Alright twerp," I spoke, "let's get moving!"
Jorgen left with a 'pop' and I dragged the twerp by the wrist. The tracker has brought us to a cave, but me and the twerp are resting for just a moment. Well, I'm resting—the twerp is my recliner. Hey, after running away, being stuck in a cave and a cell, I deserve to have some leisure time—plus it's good for my back.
Well, it's time for us to get moving again. Adios!
A/N: Given how miserable Tootie is I'm surprised that she doesn't have a godparent of her own. The only explanation I can think of is that Tootie must have had one at some point and then lost them. Feel free to leave a review, and have a Happy Thanksgiving!