First Arc: Dimmsdale
First Day of School
Hey guys, so glad to be back. Hope you liked the last chapter, was stretching myself a little with it but in the end I think it came out alright.
Anyway, here's chapter 2 to Timmy and Vicky Conquer the World.
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Timmy's mind was blank, much like the room around him. Not white blank, where miles and miles of a bright horizon would stretch out to the furthest his eyes could see. But dark and pitch black, were he simply could see nothing.
In fact he could feel nothing, not even the ground at his feet. When he looked down to see why, the only thing that was there was more darkness. Above him was the same darkness, which brought up the question if he really was looking up or was upside down and looking down. He couldn't figure which way was up or which way was down, it was to hard to understand such a concept. At the very least he could tell the difference between his right and his left, but then again if three rights made a left he wasn't sure if he understood that any better.
He really couldn't understand anything, he was so confused. All of this was so confusing and he wasn't sure why. There was nothing in here, nothing solid or even wind at the least. He couldn't feel if it was hot or cold, or any kind of temperature.
What's more, how long had he been there. Seconds? Years? If so then it was strange that he did not get hungry as time flew by. Actually, did time fly at all? Or was it standing still and hasn't moved an inch sense he got there?
When did he get there? Just now, of course. He was sure he hadn't been here for so long.
Where was here? Here was a room shrouded in darkness. How did he know it was a room? He didn't, in fact, maybe it wasn't a room but instead an open field that stretched much further than what he had initially given it credit for.
Why didn't he know? Why couldn't he understand? No. Why was he so confused about such simple things. His sense of direction, temperature, and time were in such a disarray that he couldn't do anything more than just sit...stand...float there in the empty space. He knew this and yet he couldn't really get around to focusing on it. As for this direction, temperature, and time, he began to question if such things were actually real. As far he knew they could have just been illusions. The only thing for certain was the darkness that was all around. So deep, so vast, so-
"Void." As Timmy spoke for the first time since coming here, a powerful shock wave passed through him. It was like an overpowering heartbeat, but for his entire body and every cell that it was made up of. Not only did his body feel it, but also his mind. For the first since coming here, it felt as if his brain had stop running on fumes and finally got the fuel it deserved. It was as if a veil that had been blinding him all this time had finally disappeared. He was confused no more!
He was finally awake.
Looking around with a new light in his eye, Timmy tried to make sense of all that was around him. With the only thing around that wasn't darkness was the boy himself, it wasn't exactly easy. Like before, when his mind was in a haze, he discovered that there really was no floor beneath him. Looking up, he guessed that there was no ceiling either. He wasn't even concerned with the idea of walls or any other kind of border or limit. As far as he was concern, the darkness was endless.
"Actually, this is kinda like the Darkness" He said out loud from his train of thought. Two years ago, amongst his many adventures, he had come across a massive dark cloud capable of swallowing everything and anything in its path. Entire planets fell to the Darkness, along with many people. Even Timmy had been swallowed by it once, and if the outside had been godly in size then the inner gut of the Darkness was like a titan in comparison. It turned out, though, that the Darkness was actually lonely and looking to preserve all that was around it. It wasn't long before it released Turner and reverted to the Kindness after the boy had purified it.
Timmy smiled as he remembered the event in his mind. "That was really something" he said. After several moments of silence, he realized that there was no one or nothing to respond to his words. Lost in the memory of the past he'd almost forgot where he was. This place wasn't the Kindness, and it certainly wasn't the Darkness. As there was no form of matter, there was also no emotion from within the void. It was empty, minus one boy in a pink hat. And now he had a more clearer idea of what it must have felt like to be the Darkness, because now he was alone. And in a space where he supposedly was floating, he felt as if gravity was dragging him down.
For a moment he let the thought sink in. And then he noticed that he was moving
"Am I...sinking?" the questioned suddenly appeared. Something was changing in the area around him, he could just feel it. The darkness of the void around had some how grown thicker. Before it was pitch black but felt as if his gaze had been cast out for miles all around. Now it was like his vision had gone blurry and he could barely make out his own hands. It was as if he were going deeper into the void, into a part of it even more abandon then where he had started.
And probably limited his chances of return.
Immediately his eyes opened in shock. What if he wasn't able to leave, not just from where he was going but also from the void itself. He had no idea as to how he got here, it felt as if he been dreaming his entire life and then was just dumped into this new reality.
"That can't be. I gotta go back, I have to get to my family!" he was starting to feel become urgent. "Which one?" a voice appeared in his mind. It took him a moment but he realized that even though it seemed foreign the voice was his own. "The human family that gave birth to you, or the fairy one that adopted you?"
"Both."
"Why?"
"Because I have to."
"Or because you want to."
He became silent, noticing that the last statement was not a question. "What's the difference?!" he shot back.
"You don't necessarily need to return to that place, you could stay."
"Idiot," he started to considered that he might have actually been calling himself an idiot but resumed back to speaking with the voice "They're family and that's all I 'necessarily' need to return." He felt proud of himself, he wasn't going to let some voice tell him what to do.
"But they could also just have been an illusion that you shrouded yourself in." The voice in his head seemed unwavered. "The world you've come from could have really just been a dream, a long and epic one, but a dream no less."
"No...that's not possible!" he began to feel a little fear creep from inside him.
"Why not? Think about it for a moment, it was only just a moment ago that you yourself were in a dream like state before you suddenly awakened. Perhaps it's because you lived in that other world for so long, it's almost like you were just shaking off the last bit of sleep."
"Stop trying to call it a dream, okay. Earth is real, my home is real, my family is real. I didn't just wake up from a long nap and shake it all off." Timmy was getting irritated by the way the voice in his head spoke.
"Very well." The voice late that part of the matter slide. "But, real or not, it's not like you actually have to return." A look of confusement bore on the boy's face.
"And how would you know that?"
"I don't, I just have a hunch that this place isn't trying to kick me out." The voice seemed to shrug. "I feel like this could go on for an eternity."
Timmy shuddered at the thought of being stuck here for another minute. "There's no actual reason to be afraid though. I don't feel hunger, cold, or any other trouble some physical feeling."
"Then what would be the point?!" Timmy shouted. He needed to shout, to drown out the voice some how. "What about eating good food, or getting warmed near a fire. God, what about life?!"
"Was there suppose to be a point? Actually no, let's not talk about the point to life. I feel like that is far more trouble than it's worth. Instead lets get situated to sit back and relax for a long, long time."
It was silent in the darkness once again, and Timmy found he was actually starting to miss the voice. "Of course we can still talk if you liked to."
He almost cursed underneath his breath, forgetting how the voice was actually his own. Did that mean was going crazy?
"Don't answer that," he said as he felt the voice stir in his head. The last thing he needed to talk about was him going crazy.
"Earlier, you said that this place wasn't going to kick you out. It almost sounded like it was actually alive."
Silence.
"Hello?"
"Hello to you to."
"Why didn't you answer?"
"I didn't need to. I'm still you, and you already answered your own question."
Timmy shudder as he came to a realization that he might have inside a living thing. But before he could think any further on the subject, something appeared above him. It was as if the darkness itself was glowing, becoming more radiant than the eternal night that surrounded the boy. Suddenly a strange figure appeared in front of Timmy. It was like the darkness itself, but outlined in white streaks like the a chalk figure on a black board. It seemed empty, and transparent as if it were glass. Timmy thought that it might have been a ghost, then he got a closer look at its face.
Right where its mouth was, an outline of two recognizable incisors rested above the lower lip. Though he could hardly believe it, Timmy was staring at an himself.
"You know," the apparition spoke with the same voice that was in Timmy's mind, in fact it still spoke in his head "ever since coming here, I've been more at peace then ever. I've never felt so free. I understand this place, and it understands me. Everything, makes more since here than 'there'."
Timmy had a wrenching feeling in his gut, twisting as the apparition's words resounded in his mind. He didn't like where this conversation was heading.
"But there is still an interference, something that doesn't quite fit in all this," there seemed to be something different in the tone of the voice. It had gotten colder. It was as if a sharp piece of metal was being scrape against the inside of Timmy's skull. "And that something is you. You, who is so confused about this place, are standing in the way of my freedom."
The apparition's voice instantly changed, signaling a sudden change for the worse. Timmy could feel the gravity becoming stronger. A large weight was starting to form in his body, growing larger.
"You keep whining about that world, as if it is any better than this one. I won't stand for it, I wont allow you to ruin it." Before the brunette could make any response, the apparition raised a hand and place it on the center of his chest. Timmy couldn't feel the hand, just a sudden chill from where it touched him. All of the pressure seemed to stop, but it didn't disappear. It was as if it were sitting, crouched like a cat that was ready to pounce at a moments notice.
"Now...FALL INTO AN ENDLESS SLUMBER!" Immediately, all of the pressure reacted and blasted Timmy away. If he thought he was sinking from before, then this was a crash dive now. Flying downwards into the darkness, Timmy could feel the veil over his mind returning. His vision became hazy once more, and his thoughts were drowning away. Slumber, was that sleep? It seemed like a pretty good idea right about now. The real world could wait for five more minutes...or longer. As the world grew more and more dim, Timmy began to blink. At first it was one blink every second, then every two seconds, then three. As the desire to sleep became more powerful, the time in which his eyes were closed grew longer. Each time, his mind drifted further away, seemingly to slip away into the darkness around him. It would return when he opened his eyes again, but only partially. Each time, it would get further and take longer to return. As Timmy's eyes began to close once more, he wondered if it would come back. Then they were shut, and he became one with the darkness.
Behind his eyelids was his own version of the darkness that had swallowed him but moments ago. It gave him comfort to know this, as if he were a part of something greater than he could have ever imagined. There was only a small difference, however. It wasn't as dark, for there was a small glow inside. It was warm as well, seemingly drifting over him softly. It was nice to have a good, warm pillow for an eternity of sleep. How could he forget? Except, this pillow felt different from any other pillow that he ever had. Instead of being where he could lay his head on it, it covered his face. Which would have been normal, he slept belly-side before. What wasn't normal was that it covered his entire body, both front and back. Was it a blanket, maybe a bed? Perhaps a pillow, blanket, and a bed?! That was a nice thought for an endless sleep, how could he had not thought of this even with his dreary mind, Timmy could tell that this wasn't a bed or a blanket. It wasn't even a pillow. But it was coming from outside his closed eyes.
And it didn't want him to sleep.
Though he didn't think it would be possible to open his eyes again, Timmy oblige.
He was rewarded for this by a dimly lite star in the distance. There were stars here, how strange? He could have sworn that this was an endless dark abyss, and that there weren't any stars from before. Plus, what else was strange was that star was moving. Plunging through the darkness, the star raced towards him like a dog after a thrown stick. As it got closer, Timmy recognized its white hot, intense heat radiating against his skin. Also, as it got closer, he realized that it wasn't white, but instead pink. A pink star, descending through eternal darkness, was coming right for Turner. In his dreary state, he almost didn't care. So what if this object burned with the heat of a miniature sun, so long as it didn't ruin his sleep he could hardly be bothered. Maybe he could use it as a pillow
However as the star got closer, its light grew more powerful. Not only was it piercing through the darkness of that surrounded him, but the veil that shrouded his mind. He was starting to become more aware of himself and his surroundings for a second time. And one thing he understood better than ever was that he did not want to be touched by a burning, pink, ball of gas. But what could he do, even with his mind returning to normal he had no idea of how to propel himself through the darkness. All he could do was wait for the inevitable to happen. Just when the star was meters from his body, Timmy closed his eyes and prepared himself for the collision.
Yet, it never came. At least, not in the way he expected.
Something was pressed against his torso, that much he knew. But it didn't add anymore pressure or weight that he already had. In fact, this object was as light as a feather, even lighter when he thought about it. It was warm, pleasantly warm, instead of hot like he originally thought. What's more, it was really bright. Even behind closed eyelids, the darkness had retreated in the presence of the light. And somehow, though he wasn't sure how, he could tell that it, was ever it was, was friendlier than the apparition of himself from earlier. Slowly, he opened eyes.
He was blinded as soon as he cracked them open. All he could see was the white intensity of the light. He gasp, not sure of what to do without his eyesight there to guide him. But it eventually returned to him, giving the boy a better view of what it was that illuminated the dark world around him.
All he could see was a wall of pink flame, burning in front of him. It blazed intensely just a few feet away from him, but the heat did not harm him. Its light pushed away the darkness and the effects that it had on Timmy's mind. He could think clearly, crystal clearly. And yet he was still trumped on what, or dare say he, who it was. At the moment, though he was still very unsure of what it was, he could tell that it was alive. And friendly, or so he hoped.
"Uuh...," his tongue was far to tied to make a single word at first. "Thank you."
The column of pink fire was smiling, or at least that's what he thought. No, that's not right, he knew that it was smiling. He could just feel it. There wasn't any smiley faces hovering where he thought it's face would have been, but it was definitely smiling at him. He figured that the best thing to do was to smile right back. Which he managed in an awkward attempt to raise the corners of his lips. Now, somehow through his intuition, he could feel that it wanted to laugh. He considered that was a good thing. In this lonely, dark world Timmy was happy to have finally met something, or someone, that wanted to be friends with him. The fire was comforting, its warmth surrounding his entire body. It was even more so against his chest, which made him curious as to why. Looking down, his eyes widen with realization as he got his answer.
A piece of the fire column had extended from the main body, touching the boy in the center of his chest. At first he was speechless, and then he felt as if he were going to scream. He didn't, partially because he didn't want to offend his newly made friend, but mostly because he was still speechless. He. Was. Being. Touched. By. Fire. He had plenty of confrontation with flammable material, and while plenty of those times were awesome most of them were painful. So shocked by the flame touching him, was he, that Timmy continued to stare a little bit more. And recognized something even more mind blowing.
It was the shape of the flame that was touching his chest, that intrigued him at first. It was all like one tunnel that had connected the boy to the bigger flame, yet where it touched the pink flame split apart into five mini columns. The one on the very left of his torso was the smallest, a tiny individual. The one next to it was larger, and the in middle was the largest. On its side was one that was slightly shorter. And the one to the very right was small like the one to the left, but thicker and, unlike all the others, it was hooked. Timmy knew the shape very well, he couldn't even contemplate on how many times he had seen a hand in his life before. After some time, he realized that the flame didn't just take the form of a hand, but covered and emitted from the hand itself. With that in mind, he slowly followed the tip of the fingers to the hand, the hand to arm, and the arm to the flame. Gazing into the burning, pink fire, Timmy tried to look through the fire and see what was in it.
He didn't see far at first, the bright light of the flame nearly overpowered his sight. The wall of flame, for the moment, seemed to only be a wall of flame. But after a second glance, he noticed a shadow from within. He couldn't tell the shape, the fire danced as it flared and distorted the image. The fiery hand seemed to get even warmer and the feeling of pleasantness emanated from the flame. As if it found him amusing as he tried to figure out what it was. Whatever it was, that was inside the flame, didn't show itself. Instead it rewarded his efforts in a different way.
"Do not fall into the void so easily, or else it will fall into you."
Timmy blinked, and then he blinked again. He didn't know that the fire could talk, he expected it was a possibility but he didn't know. Then he remembered that there was a living being inside the column of pink flame. Yet, even so, he was still stunned by the fact that it sounded so human. It was nothing like the cold voice of the apparition from before. Aside from the echo it gave to the surrounding, it was a perfectly, normal, human voice. And a girl's voice to boot. It explained the pink fire, but then again Timmy wasn't one to match genders to colors so easily. For obvious reasons.
Before the boy could say or ask anything, the hand that was placed against his chest removed itself. Once it returned from whence it came, the being within the flame began to offer final words of departure.
"You're not ready to enter the void; almost, but not yet," she said to him. Timmy's chest felt warmer as she spoke, specifically where he had been touched. Where the fiery hand had been before was still experiencing the intense heat from before. "Wait a minute" he thought. The hand was warm, but not intense. Looking down, he gasped as he saw that a pink flame was starting to grow on him. Separate from the rest of the flame, this new one was much smaller in comparison. But it was compelled to change that as it started to consume the boy more and more. In a desperate attempt to not be scorched, Timmy began to pat out the fire. Consequently, his hand caught on fire and the flame grew even bigger. From the center of his torso, it spread even further. Racing across his skin like a serpent gliding across grass, it consumed every piece of him. The very tip of his toes to the hair on his head and even the skin of his buckteeth, all of it was covered in the same, pink flame that came from the being in front of him.
At first, he had tried flaying his hands to throw the fire off. He tried rubbing it out, and blow it away. He would've tried stop-drop-and-roll if there was actually earth underneath his feet, instead of endless blackness. Yet all of these actions did nothing to stop or slow them down, if anything they only made it worst. Turner knew that he had to be speechless, because he would've been screaming at this point. Yet, even as the flames licked every inch of his flesh, it did not burn him. The heat, though far more intense than before, did not harm him. In fact, it seemed to be after something else. Timmy could feel the fire passing through his skin and into his very bone. It wasn't painful, but this time he could tell it was actually burning something else. He wasn't sure what it was, but he suddenly felt a change from within himself. The pressure that had swelled up from before was diminishing in size, melting away into nothingness. The weight that had dragged the boy through the darkness was disappearing as well, he felt lighter. He could also breath better. Like its light and warmth, the pink flame was freeing Timmy from the effects of the dark world.
When the flame was nearly done with its work, the person from within the flame spoke one last time.
"When you are ready to return here, I will find you."
Timmy still had loads of questions to ask. Where were they, when would he return, who was the person hidden inside the fire. But he didn't get the chance to say anything.
He was incinerated.
"AHH!" Turner awoke with a start. His face was painted in sweat and shock from the dream he just had. His breathing was irregular and he wondered if he was going insane. Looking in front of himself, he saw that his god family were swimming in their fishbowl. As goldfish, they stared at him with a great amount of concern. They were worried about him, and on the inside he was sorry for making them feeling as such.
Letting out a breath and inhaling deeply afterwards, Timmy manage to calm himself. Then, putting on a gently smile he said "Man, you guys are not going to believe the dream I just. It was terrible, I was trapped in this dark world with a ghost of myself trying to keep there. Luckily I was saved by this pink fireball, but jeez. I thought I would never see you again."
Cosmo, Wanda, and Poof all had a look shock painted on their faces. They looked as if they had just seen something bizarre and heard something that was blasphemy. Their faces mirrored Timmy's from when he first woke up. Indeed, a dark world empty of all things except for an evil ghost and a pink inferno was something he would have never expected. He smirked at their reactions, but it went back to a small and honest smile.
"You know, it may have just been a dream, but...it made me realize something," he rubbed the back of his head as he gathered his thoughts. "I...I love you guys. I know sometimes I can be spoiled, ignorant, and selfish, but I really do care for you in a way I hardly do for anyone else. Always there for me even when I don't deserve it, always putting up with me when I least expect it. No one understands me like you do, no one sticks beside me like you do. I don't know what I would have done if I had never met you. But..."
He stopped for a moment. "...I know that our time together is limited. I'm not going to a kid forever, and when the time comes you're going to leave me. I'm not even going to remember your names, just that you were some pet goldfish I had for a few years. I can't change that or stop it from happening, if it were my choice we would be together forever. But even so, I want you to know that you are the most important thing in the world to me besides my mom and dad. And even then, you're just as important because...you're my family."
At that that moment, Timmy leaned in to hug his family. Wrapping his arms around the fishbowl, a warm and bright smile appeared on the boys face. Inside his mind he could remember each of their faces. Cosmo was tearing up, clearly touched deeply by Timmy's words, he had even tried to hug the side of the bowl that separated the two. Poof, who still had a face that said his young mind was blown, was doing everything in his power to hold his father back with his tiny fins. And finally, Wanda was biting her lower lip while making a chopping with her fin where her throat would have been if she were a fairy. Actually that last one had stuck to the brunettes mind. Was she trying to tell him to stop talking, but why on earth would she do that.
"Cough." The sound had registered itself in Turner's mind. Did someone just coughed? Who was it? Why were they in in his room?!
"Am I in my room"?
As soon as he let that question sink in, Timmy eyes shot open to clarify his current location. His eyes widen as they were met with the stares of a dozen other pairs. He wondered who were all these strangers that surrounded him, but he soon recognized their faces in an instant. These were his former classmates from last year, more or less at least. He knew them all to some extent and familiarity, but only a few were more recognizable than the others. In the front was Sanjay who had a book opened on his desk, to the side of him was Elmer and his boil, Bob. To both of his sides were his best friends AJ, the genius who played his grades like a master fiddler, and Chester, who didn't have the same luxury of the genius but could find other ways to make school interesting. Behind Timmy were other faces that he burned into his mind. Like Francis, the school bully who was notorious for taking kid's lunch money and beating them up, and Tootie, the girl with the manifest destiny ideal to be his wife. Speaking of which, her glasses were cracked and her face was burning with a look of...jealousy?
It was then that Timmy remembered everything he had just said moments ago to his fairy god family. EVERYTHING. They had heard everything! From the pink fire and dark world, to the 'I love you' and the hug. He had meant every word he said, he was completely honest. His fairies knew that, but everyone else around him thought that he was talking to regular goldfish. They would never let this die. He could imagine some of the jokes that they would come up with, but he could never fathom just how far it would go on. There was a stirring from one of the students, and Timmy knew it was coming. He didn't know what it was, exactly, that going to happen, but it was going to trigger a chain reaction of laughter. If it ever stopped he would've died of embarrassment long before it finished. Closing his eyes like he did in his dream, Turner braced for impact.
Clap. Oh! The pain of the first jeer-wait, what?
Clap. There it was again.
Clap. What's going on? Hurry up and get this over with so that he could run away and lick his wounds in a dark corner.
Clap...clap...clap. This time, it came from the opposite direction Timmy opened his eyes to see just what exactly his classmates were up. Upon opening his eyes again, he saw that they were still staring at. But this time with different faces than before. Some had a stern and serious look, while others were gently. They all smiled at him, not out of amusement, but sympathy. They all seemed to inhabit a kindle, lit within themselves.
Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap. It was no longer just the first two students on either side of him, more were starting to join in on the slow clap. Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap.
They were joining their individual rhythm together, making the overall clap louder than what he thought it would be. It was as if an entirely new heart beat was being born inside of him, and it was getting faster. It was getting bigger!
Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap. ClapClapClapClap. CLAPCLAPCLAPCLAP! Timmy could feel his cheeks growing warmer as a blush sprouted onto his cheeks, he hanged his head and turned his face downwards to avoid it being seen. He saw that Cosmo was giving him a fin's up, Wanda shrugged and smiled, Poof was just as confused as Timmy and swam in circles to let loose the excitement of having an audience. And Timmy, realizing he was on his own, looked back up to his audience. They had grown into a powerful force, it was like a flash flood that came out of no where. He wanted to wait, to let it pass over. But he knew that wouldn't be enough, that they knew to some degree that he was confused by all of this. They were expecting an answer. If he didn't want to live with the intense embarrassment he would have to give them one. He would have to ride it, this flash flood.
Taking a deep breath, he grabbed the fishbowl with both hands, stood up, and raised it above his head. Immediately, the students whooping and cheering. Their clapping formation had broken down into chaos as they let it rip. Many congratulations came in Turner's direction, many encouraging comments as well thumbs up. As a single bead of sweat rolled down from his forehead and across his face, he wonderer if this was what it meant to dodge a bullet. As the clapping and cheer began to diminish, he saw that another familiar face was approaching him. Looking towards the person, he lightly gasped as he realized that it was Mr. Crocker.
Croaker looked the same as always. Black, coal like hair, cold blue ice. He still had his glasses, wore the same cloths. He was the same Croaker that Timmy had known for quite a while, and that made him dangerous. Many times this man had tried to expose the young boy's greatest secret. He was always quick to catch onto Timmy's wishes and his fairies. Of coarse, part of that was Timmy's on fault, but nonetheless Mr. Crocker wasn't someone he could take lightly. Though, for the moment, it didn't seem like Crocker was looking to be enemies.
"Ahem. Mr. Turner," the teacher began. "I would like to present you with these." In his hands were two papers, each with an 'A' stamped on to them.
"First, you get an A for that most inspiring speech. I actually had a few more positive thoughts on another year of teaching you kids, and that hardly ever happens." As Crocker handed him the first paper, Timmy could hardly believe his luck. Though he always managed to pass his classes, an A of all things was hard to get in Crocker's. Unless you were touched by the gods, or was AJ, it was next to impossible. Now, he was about to get two of them.
"Second, I would like you have this. An A-Plus." Timmy's jaw dropped wide open, now he knew he had lost his mind. An A-Plus was more than just rare in this class, it was legend! Even AJ had to struggle to get one like everyone else struggle to simply not fail. It was too good to be true.
"...For making all these F's on the first day of school!" Crocker dropped the piece of paper before reaching behind his back, conjured an entire stack a papers with the letter 'F' on them, and tossed them into the air. "Note to self, Turner. Making a few F's in my class is not only unavoidable, it's the nature law of my class," He stopped for a moment and glared at AJ before continuing "But, you'll find that they're easier to dodge when you're awake." Glaring at AJ one more time before the lunch bell rang, Crocker made his way back to his desk.
When the bell did ring, the students got up from their desk and walked out of class. A few gave Turner pats on the back as they left, and other's were simply interested in getting to the front of the lunch line. Timmy was getting ready to leave as well, before Mr. Crocker motioned for him to stay. After everyone had left, the teacher turned to the student with x-ray like vision. Timmy was certain this had something to do with the scene from earlier, it was possible that Crocker had guessed the only reason he would say any of that was because his goldfish weren't natural goldfish.
"So, you really care about your pets. Don't you, Turner?" Crocker confirmed Timmy's suspicion.
"Yeah...you could say that."
"Almost as if they were people, yes?" Timmy nodded, not liking the direction this conversation was heading.
"Well I just wanted to say...cherish these moments," Crocker finally said.
Timmy blinked a few times before saying "Huh?"
Crocker got up from his desk and walked to the window. Once there he stared outside for a bit with his hands behind his back and stood there for a moment.
"I was young once, I used to have my own pets. Everything in those days was better than today, my life had its ups and downs but it was a good life. We had the most fun ever, me and those two. I don't remember exactly what happened, but one day they disappeared," he spoke in a voice filled with knowledge. Timmy rubbed the back of his head as he remembered that Crocker's problem was also his fault. "You're speech today made remember those days, reminding me of my younger self. So I want you to know this."
Turning around, Crocker walked up to boy and said "Goldfish usually have a lifespan that can last for a few decades, I heard that one was forty-five before he passed away. But most of them last only a few months. Tell me, Turner, how long have you had yours?"
"Um, two years," Timmy decided to go along with Crocker.
"Two huh, well they might stand a chance. But there's no telling what could happen." Crocker placed his hands on Timmy's shoulder and looked him right in the eye. As uncomfortable as he was, Timmy fought the urge to squirm out of his grasp. He could hardly remember the few times Crocker was actually being nice to him.
"Cherish these moments, Timmy Turner. Cherish these moments," Crocker's word had never sounded more sane than right now, the man was completely normal. This, right here, was a man who went to a university and became a professor standing in front of him. Not some wacko who worked mostly on hunches, albeit good hunches.
"It seems you've already come into acceptance with the fact that your time with your pets is limited. But nothing can prepare you for when the time really does come. So Cherish these moments."
With that said and done, Crocker urged the young boy out of the class as he locked up. With that he left to go to the teachers lounge and left Turner out in the hallway by himself. That was weird, very weird. Sure, the boy had had tender moments with his enemies before, but it never ceased to amaze him when he did. Blinking a few times, he finally decided to turn his attention to the issue he had in his hands. Literally.
Lifting the fish bowl up so that it was just beneath his chin, he glared into water and waited. A second later, his god family had emerged face first. Poof avoided making eye contact with him, while Cosmo continued to smile happily. Wanda looked a little nervous.
"Why did you guys turn into fi-" Timmy stopped, he just couldn't focus with Cosmo giving him that smile. "What?"
Clap. Clap. Cla-. Before he clapped again, Wanda made a tiny anchor fall on his head. Shaking his own, Timmy continued with his question and asked "Why did you guys turn into fish?"
"Well sorry about that, Sport," Wanda said. "It's just that we didn't have a choice in the end."
"Huh?"
"You see, you fell asleep back in your room. We tried everything we could think of to wake you up, but you were in a seriously deep sleep. In the end, we just poofed you to class."
"I get that, and thank you very much by the way, but why fish?" Timmy asked her.
Frowning, Wanda looked up and said "I told Cosmo to act natural. Next thing you know our house was relocated and I had gills. I would've reversed the spell, but then Mr. Crocker came in early."
Face palming himself, Timmy all to well understood the situation. Cosmo, named after the universe, was as random as his namesake. While it was a good thing in many situations, it also had its kinks. Just then, Cosmo resurfaced. With a missing tooth and a black eye, he still smiled at his godson with a completely gullible face.
"Sigh. What is it this time?" Timmy said. His godfather produced a recorder in one fin and hit play. In response, the recorder said "I...I love you guys."
Blushing like crazy, Timmy watched as Wanda made Cosmo disappear along with the fish bowl. After the poof only she and her own son remained, this time as fairies.
"That husband of mines..." she rolled her eyes. "If you wish, I can make it so that no one remembers. I can even make it so that it never happened, you know the way this works by now."
"And loose two A's? No way, Wanda," Timmy shook his head as he got his blush under control. "Don't be to hard on him. I meant every word of what I said. I really do love you guys."
Smiling, Wanda responded and said "Aww, Timmy that's sweet of you. Here, have this." After another poof, a new lunch box popped up in front of Timmy. With his hands free of the fishbowl, he grabbed it before examining its contents. Inside was a cheese burger with bacon and a pretzel bun, also there were fries to the side that seemed to be freshly made. Floating down to him, Wanda kissed him on the forehead before saying "Have a nice day at school sweetheart, call us if you need anything. And watch after your brother, Poof."
Before this day, Timmy had talked to his fairies and told them he wanted to try the first day of six grade on his own. Just to see if he could make it through day one with out them, or, at the very least, without making a wish. Poof was still young and a bit too inexperience at granting wishes, so he didn't count. Hugging his mother one last time, the little fairy joined his brother by turning into a fly and sitting on his head. Waving both of her boys off, Wanda poofed herself away to wherever Cosmo was. With their parents gone, Timmy turned to walk to the cafeteria. He knew that his friends were holding him a seat. Hopefully, though, they wouldn't ask him to many questions about him and his goldfish. Though they didn't make jokes yet, it was still plenty embarrassing. He also wanted to talk to Trixie. Even after two years, he still tested his luck occasionally. And not only was he feeling good about this try, which he did for every one of his tries, but today he was as lucky as he could be.
All of a sudden, something slammed down on top of his head. The force was nearly enough to drive him to his knees, he was surprised that he still stood on his feet. But despite that, there was only one thing that he was concerned about.
"POOF!" he shouted in his head. Was his godbrother okay, did he avoid the hit?
"Sorry about that," a rough voice that Timmy recognized all to well came from in front of him. Standing in before him was Francise. Two years did wonders for this guy's body, he was big before but now he was a titan to Turner. "There was a fly on your head, and some of my reflexes kicked in." Timmy guessed that the reflexes he was talking about didn't come from and weren't made for swatting flies.
"I don't know if I got it, you got way to much hair man," the giant preteen said as he wiped his hand on his shirt. "But hey, do me a favor, would you?"
Taking a step forward to the brunette, Francise shadow swallowed the boy. It was almost like he was dreaming again, one push and Timmy would go falling down. At least there was a floor that would catch him, but no pink fire was going to pick him back up. He blinked as he managed to hold his ground, refusing to give way to the larger kid. Probably amused by the smaller boy's willpower, Francise smiled dangerously.
"Hit...me."
YES. I did it again. I finished the chapter. Sorry it took me so long. I was working on a chapter for south park fanfic that I hadn't worked on in nearly two years. If you're interested in reading it, the name is 'Temptation and Distractions have no limits. But whoo, I finally got that done and now I'm back here. It might be a while for the next chapter to come out, I'm going back on forth between that fanfic and this one. But I'll do my best.
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