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Chapter 3: Fashionably Late

[Dimsdale streets. 9:15pm]

A beaten up, green skinned Timmy Turner dug himself out of a pile of rubble. The ten years-old had been punched straight into the cement, leaving a Timmy-shaped hole in the pavement. "Ok, this is no good. Wanda, I can't beat him. He is too strong!" Timmy declared, exhausted. He had tried so hard to land a punch on the Halloween Ghost, but he the closest he got was the ray said ghost swatted like a fly at the start of the fight.

"Timmy, look! This book says the Fright Knight can be stopped by having his sword pierce into a pumpkin!"

"Then I wish I have a pumpkin!"

A flash of Wanda's wand latter and a perfectly orange pumpkin was now standing in front of Timmy. Of course the summoning of said pumpkin was noticed by the knight who, enraged, decided to stop fooling around.

"Foolish mortal! You think I shall let you entrap me?"

Timmy's power, while clearly ghostly, were not strong enough to do any real damage. Worst still, at some point while he was being punched through buildings, trees and one ice cream truck. "Ouch."

"Timmy!" Wanda grabbed Timmy under the arms and flew him away from the Fright Knight. It was an odd experience, and Timmy was actually surprised that he was needing the help. After all, Timmy had wished to become a super-villain that one time when he turned his parents in Mighty Mom and Dyno Dad, and he had been perfectly capable of flying then... ghost powers, it seemed, were decidedly harder to control.

A persecution began as soon as Wanda took his godson on the flight (literally) and they kept on dodging beams while maneuvering around buildings. A purple ecto-beam eventually clipped Wanda's wing and they began falling down like untied balloon. Thankfully the irregular pattern they moved on their fall saved them from any attack from the ghost.

It was also thanks to sheer dumb luck that they landed on a mattress truck. And that the Fright Knight didn't see them land there and kept on moving forwards.

Other than Wanda's smoking wing, they were unscratched (Timmy's ghostly regeneration healing all his injuries along with his clothes).

"Timmy, are you OK?" Wanda asked worriedly.

"Yeah, I think. We need a plan B, before the Ghost Knight finds us again. Now where is that book?"

[Timmy's home, Vicky. While the battle was taking place.]

"Let's see, decorative skulls dressed in frilly dresses: check. Scarry spider webs covered in flowers: check. Fluffy unicorns and dolls where other cool secorations used to be: check. Pink paint covering the decorations on the outside walls: double check," Vicky gave a big smile, feeling quite accomplished. Sure, the house was still looking pretty damn intimidating all things considered. But, at least, the amount of pink she had put around made it look hideous, and not in the contest-winning kind of way.

She now only needed to steal the high-tech couch that screamed with a kid's voice (which sounded suspiciously a lot like Chester) and the other decorations that were a lot better than her own. It wouldn't be easy, normally, but the Turners, it seemed, had a monster truck on their garage and Vicky already owned a drivers license.

She never bothered wondering where the Crash Nebula-themed Monster Truck had come from. Then again, Timmy's parents were weird enough for her to shrug off most of the stuff he saw at their place: Timmy's father did become Miss Dimsdale once, after all.

A sweaty thirty minutes latter Vicky was about to open the front door to push the piece of furniture out of it. But then than she heard a sound.

"Oh, no! An adult's voice is coming from outside, the Turners must be back!" Making a haste exit by the window (leaving the couch blocking the entrance door), she barely managed to avoid the hunch-back, bespectacled man with walking to the entrance with a fairy radar in his hand.

[Back to Timmy.]

"So... let me see if I get this straight. We have until midnight, which is in," Timmy looked at the blazing 10:31 in his wrist watch, "Less than an hour and a half, or the world as we know it will come to an end?"

"Basically," Wanda agreed.

"And are you sure that books doesn't say anything else? No more weakness? Like, I don't know, melting under the rain?"

"I'm afraid not."

The kid and the fairy let out a sigh, then furrowed their brows. They still didn't have a plan and the only thing they learnt was that things were a lot worse than they had though they were.

Suddenly, what looked like a wave of green mist went over their heads. "What was that?" Wanda asked, turning around.

"Oh no!" Timmy pointed to the sideways, "The people... they are becoming their costumes!" As he said those words, the mist touched Elmer, turning him into a real vampire; a beat latter Vampire-Elmer turned into a bat with a characteristic acne plimp on his cheek and flew away into the night sky. The mist didn't stop with that one. Costumed Zombies turning into real Zombies. There were also mummies, various monsters, princesses, human butterflies, and a several suspiciously short Chip Skylight and Britney-Bitney's that must have been children before.

"Oh no!" Timmy said once more, "The mist is coming this way!" Timmy began running, but his effort was futile. Soon enough he was enveloped. "NOOOO!" He shielded his face for a moment, then looked down to himself. He was unchanged. "Oh course, I should have known that, now that I'm a ghost, I would be Halloween-ish enough to be immune... don't you agree, Wanda?"

*Grooowl*

"Wanda?" Timmy whirled around. The pinkette was no longer the same as she was before. Her hair was now a styled in a Frankenstein fashion, and her skin had turned a pale grey.

"Me. Feels. Funny," Wanda replied in a voice that was deeper than her usual one. She sounded decidedly dumber too.

It took Timmy a whole five seconds before noticing his friend was no longer sporting wings. Her wand was nowhere to be seen either.

"Wanda, were is your wand?"

"Wand... what is wand?"

"This can't be good," Timmy declared as he saw his no-longer-fairy godmother... who started blankly at him, while chewing on her wand.

"Great, on the downside I have fifty five minutes to defeat the Spirit of Halloween or all I know and love will be lost forever, on the right side... well, at least things can't get much worse than they are."

Thunder flashed on top of the sky, and instantly started to rain. Typical.

[Dimsdale 11:20pm]

The furious rain that had come after Timmy's "Things can't get much worse" was one of the shortest-living rains in the history of Dimsdale (not counting the ones happening while Timmy's mother became the weather woman). It was as if the universe had made it rain only for the sake of punishing the big toothed kid for saying the infamous words.

The impromptu rain was not the only thing said phrase summoned. The cursed words brought Timmy bad enough luck to have made the Fright Knight spot him when he dared say it again.

"Any last wish, whelp?" The Fright Knight asked the big toothed kid. raising the Soul Shredder menacingly.

"Erm... How about letting me go and making it all go back to normal?" He tried with a nervous smile.

"Hahaha! Nice try, mortal. But nothing will stand between me and my world. I will not be stopped again!"

"Again?" Timmy had a sudden epiphany (not that he even knew what 'epiphany' meant), "So, it means that someone beat you before!"

The Fright Knight's hold on him tightened as rage flared in those glowing green eyes.

"I wish whoever stopped you last time was here!" Timmy yelled those words as fast as humanly possible, and Franken-Wanda -praise be whatever divine force out there- had kept enough of her awareness after her transformation to understand the simple wish. And her wand was back. Not that Timmy bothered to wonder about that with imminent doom a breath away from his big-toothed face, now-green face.

The Fright Knight attack halted as he looked with wide eyes to the female ex-fairy that had come with the brat.

Taking out the wand out of her mouth, the star on the tip glowed and, out of nowhere a black-haired, blue-eyed teenager in boxers appeared in the middle of the street. Looking, for the world, one part disorientated and two parts pissed.

To Be Continued...

*Bonus*

[Meanwhile, Timmy's House, Mr. Crocker]

"A huge, creepy mansion in the middle of a middle-class neighborhood. A huge neon-green cloud flowing around said mansion. A hoard of mutant squirrels chasing around children... there is only one possible explanation for this: A ten year old kid, wanting to win a haunted house contest, unleashed the power of the spirit of Halloween with the power of his FaiRY GodParENts!" Mr. Crocker twisted around as he finished his rant.

A shadow crept just behind him and he turned around to see the Fright Knight standing there. "Oh... Hello?" Mr. Crocker tried with a nervous smile, instants before he was sliced with the Soul Shredder.

The crazy teacher, it seems, managed to piss off the Spirit of Halloween by mere existing.

*End bonus*

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AN: That's a wrap, and, as always, the hero arrives fashionably late. In his underpants... (not that the last one is common at all).

Make sure to review. I might consider a sequel at some point if this fic gets enough attention.