Different Dimmsdale
Hey hey hey! How you do people?! Ah man, thanks for the reviews in the last chapter. They were great.
So, as you know, stuff is finally happening! That's right, we're getting somewhere in this plot. You can already guess what the new chapter's title means. And if you can't, keep trying.
Some of you are wondering, though, where's the romance. It's coming, it's coming. I believe I left hints of it in the 'It's not a date' chapter, but it's coming. This is going to be a long fanfic, there'll be plenty of chances and moments in the future.
Especially in the next chapter after this. There's going to be a hint/moment so big that if you miss it...well, then you're just lost.
Also, two chappies left.
Please enjoy and review the next chapter of Timmy and Vicky Conquer the World.
Was he dead? Must be dead. Definitely dead. How else could you explain this?
Timmy felt like a ghost trapped inside a human body, like a phantom that had accidentally taken possession of a little mountain of mud and lead. He could feel every cell he was forged out of holding him down, keeping his soul from finding the astral plane from beyond. As it was, this body of flesh and bone was nothing more than a prison in which he was dutifully bound in chains.
He was out of place, not fitting within the big picture.
This was wrong, this was all wrong.
The person in front of him, the one who he had met in the dark world, was none other than Vicky. His savior, the light in the darkness, was her. It couldn't be, it just couldn't.
Suddenly, the girl in front of him turned back towards him. Her movement seemed almost unrealistic to him, it was as if a painting had just come to life. It startled him, reminding the boy that she was really there when he was still having trouble believing it. The only thing that was somewhat comforting about her was that, this time, she wore a look of surprisement on her face which almost matched his.
"How did you know my name-" she was interrupted and knocked into the bushes. In the midst of their confusion, they had forgotten about the ranger. Timmy watched as the man made an astonishing leap towards one of the trees to the boy right, and than his used it to push off and shot right into the girl like a predator pouncing on its prey. Crashing into her with great force, they both disappeared into the underbrush within the forest.
Looking in the direction of where he last saw them, the boy watched as the flora shook with furry as if a miniature hurricane was running through it. Through the invisible chaos, Timmy could tell just how furiously they were fighting. It was as if two animals were put into the same cage and were trying to tear each other apart, ripping themselves to shreds. While the ranger continued to roar like some wild beast, he couldn't hear the girl at all. Matter of fact, the last sound he heard from her was before she had been attacked. He figured that she was struggling, trying to fight back. But she did it so silently that he was beginning to wonder if she actually was...he also began to wonder which one of them was winning.
It was then that he noticed that the only thing he had been doing since they started was stand still and watched. He couldn't move himself at all, frozen in place. He scowled at himself, he should have ran right after her and helped. "But I...I..." his mind was in the slums. It felt like two trains of thought had crashed into one another and left the place mess. On one side, he should've slapped himself awake and charged into the underbrush to rescue her. On the other, he still couldn't get past the fact that Vicky was the one before him. Was that why he couldn't move...because it was her?
"Am I...hoping that she'll-" Timmy didn't need to think any further than that. He couldn't believe that the thought had actually crawled into existence in his mind. And yet, it was there. Thoroughly ashamed of himself, and silently begging forgiveness from the redhead, he snapped to attention and resolved to change that. Pushing the thoughts away, Turner took a single step forward before a different sound came from the underbrush.
Blinking, he saw that the two had left somewhat of a trail of disturbed bushes all the way to a tree. There they had stopped and became unrealistically quiet, as if nothing had happened at all.
And then, when the silence was most disturbing, Turner heard the ranger let out one more call.
"Reeaaa-" It was weaker and far more thinner than before, thus coming out as a shrilling screech "aaa-BOOM!"
Suddenly, a sound of thunder burst forth from the direction the screech has came. It echoed from tree to tree, and exploded with enough force that Turner could feel it through his feet on the ground. Around the tree, dirt, leaves, and twigs danced from the ground and into the air. Then the area became still as the world seemed to be at the height of its tension.
Creak. Cr-cr-creak. A new sound was arising, particularly close to the tree. Cr-creak. Creeee-SNAP. This time, the sound change abruptly. Flinching, Timmy looked closer to see that the tree was moving. In fact, it was going timber right over him!
Reacting as quickly as he could, the boy jumped to his left just before the thing crash landed exactly where he was standing just a moment ago. The boy blinked as he realized he had almost gotten squashed. What made the tree fall? And what exactly happened to the ranger? A lightning bolt flew through his mind as he realized one more important question. What happened to the girl?!
A shadow had fell over the boy, startling him into flipping over to see who was casting it. On his back, he was extremely surprised to see the girl from before standing on top of the tree which now lay on the ground. And what was even more surprising was that she looked exactly the same before, not like someone who had been dragged through dirt and bushes. There wasn't a mark, bruise, or scratch on her to prove the assault that just happened a few minutes ago. She did not look at him, in fact, her back was towards him. Her gaze was cast off into the opposite direction, focusing on something unknown to the boy on the ground. Then she looked back towards him, right in his eye. He felt vulnerable, like a little bunny under a hawk.
Then she lifted a finger and pointed.
"There's a town that way, a few miles from here," she mentioned to the woods directly behind Turner "Just run and you can be there within an hour or less." And she turned away again. Timmy felt his mind go blank just before he recognized what she was saying. He remembered that he had absolutely no idea where he was and realized that the only person who could help him was about to leave.
"Vicky-" he could barely stop himself, his voiced filled with urgency. But as soon as the name came out of his mouth, he halted in his speech. He just couldn't convince himself of the reality that was standing right in front of him.
"I'll come find you," the girl's voice broke him out of his confusion. The only thing he could see was her back, but at the same time he could feel a wave of confidence rolling from her shoulders onto him. Somehow, that made him calm and convinced him to pay close attention to her words.
"Stay hidden, try not to draw attention to yourself..." she paused for a moment and looked at him one more time "...and even if you get into trouble, I'll still come find you. So don't worry."
Then she stepped off of the fallen tree. Quick as he could, Turner got to his feet and tried to see if he could still catch her before she left. But once he was able to see over the log, all sign of this Vicky was gone for good. It was almost as if she had never been there before, or rather, 'here'. Wherever this place was, it was as if all of that which surrounded him wasn't real. All that had happened but moments, had never existed.
"Poof-poof?" the little fairy's chime snapped Timmy back to reality. He had nearly forgotten he was here with him. Snapping his head in the direction he heard the voice, he was confused to see that Poof wasn't there. "Poof," the little voice came from his right once again, but, when Timmy looked that way, all he saw was more forest. Then he felt something wiggling within the cloak that shrouded him and looked inside. He saw his little brother staring up at him before wiggling some more and forcing his way up to the neck of the hood. Once he had settled for someplace between Turner's neck, shoulder, and cheek, he sat with somewhat of a satisfied look on his face. Then he looked up at the brunette with a questioning eyes, curious as to what they were going to do next.
Smiling down at him, Timmy turned into the direction Vicky had pointed towards. Then he looked back at where she had last stood before disappearing. Letting out a sigh, he trudge off into the woods in search of the town she spoke of.
With one foot in front of the other, he walked past trees and bushes. For how long and far the forest stretched, he did not know. It had already been twenty minutes since he started his trek and the only thing he could see besides plants and animals were more plants and animals.
Yet, this hardly left any impact to the boys mind. For it was occupied with other matters of importance. Who was that girl? Oh, he knew it was Vicky, but he definitely understood that there was something he was not understanding. How in the world could that be Vicky? The Vicky he knew was older, taller, and...well she had a ponytail. This girl looked younger, probably his age, and was shorter...not to mention her hairstyle was nothing like Vicky's at all. In fact, it was exactly like Tootie's pig tails when they stood up and pointed forward. Speaking of things that belong to Tootie, her cloths, her glasses...and good god, that hair!
"What is going ON?!" the boy shouted into the air from pure frustration, none of this was making sense. Putting Vicky aside, where was he? How did he get here? What was up with that park ranger back there in the middle of the woods? Where was he going? What was he going to do when he got there? And of all things, why could he not stop thinking of her hair-
Timmy suddenly felt his foot catch onto something and was sent sprawling onto the ground. Landing with a light thud, Turner soon found himself unable to get up. It wasn't that he couldn't, it was just that he didn't want to. He needed to stop, cool his head, and think.
"That girl...is Vicky...but not Vicky," the words floated in his mind as he took the time to address them. "This Vicky, is somehow connected to the pink flame-no, I'm pretty sure she somehow is the pink flame, from the dark world...so she's a friend?" That particular word grinding roughly in his head but he paid it no more heed. "I need to get to the town she was talking about...I can probably get some answers from there."
There! He finally had something that he could lean on, a real motivator. Getting to his destination was a necessity, that's one thing he knew for sure. Once there, this whole ordeal could finally start to make some sense. Vigorously, he picked himself up with new found energy and strength. So quickly was he on his feet that he nearly tripped and feel over again, but was able to catch himself and lean against a tree. Taking a deep breath, he looked back up towards the direction he was originally heading and immediately grew still.
Staring back at him was a little blond kid who looked just as stunned as he did. A little ten year old with hangover trousers and a little bow tie over his white dress shirt. He had on nice tinny shoes and knee high socks. Also caring what looked like an ice cream cone toped with a multicolored lollipop.
They stood in awkward silence for a moment.
"...Sup?" the brunette tried to ease up the atmosphere. The little kid blinked before actually looking up and then back at Timmy.
"The sky..." Timmy was more surprised by the fact he didn't sound like a yodeler. "...Sdown?"
He was almost about to look and answer 'the ground' before shaking his head and saying "How do you do?"
"Oh...good...and you?"
"Great!...Great..."
More awkward silence.
"You wouldn't happen to know of a town nearby, would you?"
"Oh!" the blonde said with a stunning realization, as if something were finally clicking. "Got lost, Mister?" Timmy smiled as he realized they were finally communicating on a similar wave length and nodded his answer to the little boy.
"It's right this way," the little boy suddenly had an upbeat and positive attitude towards the stranger he just met. "Follow me my good sire and I'll have you there in a jiffy!" Turner found his way of speaking to be a bit amusing, but he didn't laugh for he was far to appreciative to have another friendly face around. Still, it didn't stop him from smiling, and he found that the positive attitude from the blonde child was rubbing off on him. He nearly forgot about his troubles as a new bounce to his step was born in the presence of his new companion.
"So, how did you get here my good man?" the kid tried to start up a conversation.
"Well..." Timmy tried to think of a proper response, or, at least one that made sense. "I was attacked by a flock of geese."
It was partially true, though he left out some major details, but even Turner thought it was a pretty ridiculous answer. The kid laughed at this, as if the punchline to an inner joke had been told. Timmy figured that he didn't believe him until the little boy said "They can be nasty little devils, just be glad they weren't swans."
"That so?"
"Oh yeah, both hiss like snakes and will gladly bite your heels to show you whose boss," he said in a matter-of-fact tone. "But swans are bigger and pack a powerful punch with those glorious wings of theirs. The heads on our shoulders are nothing more than baseballs and they are carrying two bats with our names on it."
At this Turner found himself laughing. That cherry attitude seemed to be making his day, and that was saying a lot considering how it was turning out to be. The boy in front turned back with a surprise look on his freckled face before smiling in return.
It was then that Timmy noticed that they had stepped onto a path which had been worked into the forest floor, a sign that they were now in a more common part of the woods. Most likely for a human population.
"By the way, my name's Latty," said the kid. Turner had to make a bit of an effort not to snicker. "I know what your thinking, didn't my parents mean to say Larry?" Actually, Timmy was thinking that his parents mean't to name him after a dog that saved people who fell down a wells, but he kept that to himself.
"I'm Tim-" he started to say before he was blinded by a great flash of light from the heavens above. Shocked, he threw his arms up to shield his face from the brilliant light. The forest must have so dim that his eyes were adjusted for really low light-"The forest!"
Turner realized with a shock that he was stepping out of the woods for the first time. Removing one hand, but keeping the other to give shade, he tried to see past the white light. After a second of what he thought would go on forever, shapes began to form in his vision. Large shapes, small shapes, moving shapes, and strange shapes all around him. Rubbing his eyes and blinking a few times, he was finally able to see. In front of him was somewhat of a mix between a public park and the edge of a city. Skyscrapers stood in the back ground, a multitude of giant fortresses making a wall. But what lied in front of it, where Timmy stood, was a mass of people all gathered in the park. Hustling and bustling, bustling and hustling, they moved here and there, and, quite frankly, everywhere. Food stands were being set up as the cooks prepared their goods to be serviced, games were already being played as their host took the money of any who dared to brave them. Signs were being hammered to trees, stood as post, and stringed to an airplane that flew in the sky. Even a line of porta potties were sitting down wind.
Timmy was standing at the edge of what was obviously a festival, though for what he did not know.
"Wait a second, is this the town she was talking about?" he said in his head. It seemed like a stupid question, she told him where to go and obviously he made it. But, in all fairness, she didn't tell him what its name was. He didn't even know what this place was called. At least, not until he saw one particular sign being raised. Several men were by two lamppost that stood on the borderline between the park and the city. They raised ladders against them as they climbed with a rope that secured a large flag as it was hoisted up on both sides. Once they were finally done, the men came down, stepped back, and took a moment to appreciate their work. The people, both near and far, also seemed to noticed and took a great interest. Even if it was just for a glance, everyone everywhere stopped what they were doing for a single instant and gave a moment of silence.
Timmy was also silent, stunned by the respect coming from the quiet salute that came from the crowd. But even more so by his eyesight. Something was obviously wrong with them, he must've not been able to see the sign from this distance. Well, no, he could see it just fine and even read the words that were printed on it. But surely his mind must've been playing tricks on him and rearrange the alphabets into a different order, maybe the light of the sun was still hindering him. He rubbed his eyes some more, and waited for them to readjust to the light. Whatever change that was made in his vision was very minor, however, for the letters on the sign did not look any different.
"It can't be..." his voice was a small mutter.
"Welcome, Mr. Tim, to my home," Latty's voice reappeared and remind Turner of his companion. "Dimmsdale, the nicest town on earth!"
At that moment Turner lost his footing and stumbled. "I'm...home," he whispered in his head. He should've been happy, joyous, and celebrative as the people around. But the only thing he was right now was more confused. The Dimmsdale he knew and the Dimmsdale he was currently standing in did not compute with one another. For one, where had those woods come from. His home had large mountains and even a volcano, not a jungle! Wait, perhaps he was over thinking this because of that Vicky from before and the ranger. It's not uncommon for two or more cities to have the same name, heck, Washington had over thirty one named after him.
"Hey, Latty," Turner drew the blonde's attention "What state is this?"
"California."
...He heart was starting to have a mild panic as he realized that there was a chance he wasn't over thinking this.
"Mr. Tim, are you alright?" Latty asked as the boy nearly fell over. The child managed to catch him before he completely tilted over and helped to regain his footing. "Are you not feeling well, sir?"
"No, it's-" Timmy was about to say 'it's fine' before he was hit over the head with something slightly heavy. Turning to his side, he saw large blonde woman with a large purse in her hands. She was wearing a yellow sundress and a large gardening hat on her head. Her face was twisted in an aggressive scowl as she proceeded to start swing her purse again.
"Get away from my sweet child, you foul ruffian!" she rolled the 'r'. At this, the little boy stepped in front of Timmy to protect him from another assault by giant handbag. "Wait mother!"
Turner to her son, the woman's face softened up quite a bit as she said "Latty, my dear boy, are you alright? Did this mean ghoul harm you?"
"I didn't do anything," Timmy tried to explain himself. "I was just lost and needed help finding my way-"
Instantly, the mother's facial expression turned back to its original state. He should've stayed back, it was obvious that she wasn't going to listen to him.
"Take thou foul stench away from me and my son, you wretch," she sent him running after wielding her purse like a morning star. And considering the experiences he had with mace-type weapons, Turner acting accordingly on instinct and made a run for it. The gushing of air from the direction where his head had been told him that he made the right decision, and soon he had disappeared into the crowded area.
When he finally stopped, he realized just how out of breath he had been 'before' he started running. Now, he just felt plane ridiculous as he wandered about the festival. His feet dragging against the ground, shoulders and arms hanging like dead weight that the rest of body was forced to put up with, his soul fluttering like a dying flame. He. Was. Exhausted. The only thing that kept him going, and he probably had a lot more things considering what it was taking to keep him on his feet, was his mind.
"Stench? Foul? Foul Stench?," he said in his head "Do I stink or something?" Now that he actually thought about it, he probably did smell. If he recalled it correctly, and if his memory served him just as well, he hadn't a bath in two days. Yesterday he spent with Vicky and had been running around in the woods, rolling in mud, and sweating like a hog. Not to mention, he spent the whole night sleeping on a bear. No offensive to the bear of course. In the morning, he didn't even brush his teeth, much less than bathing, and was still wearing the same clothing. So actually, he had to admit that if he saw a figure in a cloak, that smelled, right next to his own son, he might have had a similar reaction. Kudos to Latty's mom, someone get that lady the "Mother of the year award".
As he stumbled through the crowd, he finally found something more interesting than all of his troubles combined. He stared with disbelief, his eyes widening in stunning revelation as they began to focus. Heavenly light cast done from above as shining gold. Then a woodpecker landed on the park bench and began to ruin the image as it started hammering its beak into it. But that didn't stop Timmy!
He rushed to the seat with an amazing burst of speed and landed promptly on it, scaring the bird away. Oooh, it was heavenly. Drinking away his exhaustion and allowing him to indulge himself with comfort. It was like the floor in his bedroom a week ago on that hot night. "Rest my friend, regain your strength. I shall guard you from the forces of evil and darkness, I swear on my honor!"
You do that park bench, you do that.
Timmy let out what might have been the longest, yet quietest, moan of that week. Nothing could explain just how tired he was, except for falling from the sky, hiking through the woods, and getting chased by a large lady who used her purse as a bludgeon. Well, not that something like this didn't happen before. Though that more than likely included hiding an alien in Dimmsdale Elementary School from his fiancé that wielded a blade of fire. Yeah, that came close.
Whatever he had been worrying about before sank away into the blissful rest he had entered. He has an itch-scratch that, he had an itch. He felt as if he might fall asleep right there, but something kept nagging him at the back of his head. Something to do with this town. And soon, he found that his body's relaxation was giving his mind time to exercise. The thought of the town being a Dimmsdale in California, that wasn't his home, wasn't nearly as problematic on its own when he thought about it. But when he added it to the list with the other things that were happening today, he couldn't help but feel that it had a particular charm to it. And that, did not put him at ease.
Frustrated, he tossed his head back until it was hanging over the bench. Eyes closed, he focused on figuring out a solution to the current madness. His brow furrowed as he tried to force the puzzle to answer itself and let him off easy. But, to no avail, he was stuck like chuck with this situation.
It didn't help that stomach was fighting for control of his brain, more so than his brain was fighting for control of itself. Timmy realized that for the same reason he did not bathe, he was also running around on an empty tank. The food stands all around him were smelling delicious as their cooks played with spices and seasoning his nose picked up. It was great, and at the same time it was horrible. His sense were in caught in an illusion as each scent entered his nostrils. He could practically taste the different gourmets in area. But every time his stomached growled, he woke up from these illusions and faced the reality of his situation.
And so he endured the torture.
Yet, there was one smell in particular that teased him the most. It originated from what his nose told him was a shish kebab with beef, onion, and peppers all harpooned on one stick. Indeed, an excellent teaser for the hungry. But the scent seemed stronger than the rest, closer even. It was starting to make his mouth water even more than before. It felt like it was hovering right above him and was just waiting to be taken. "Well why not," the boy thought "I'm going crazy, so why don't I just play along with it." And with that silent agreement to dream on, he reached up and grabbed that kebab.
And he held it...what?
Timmy could feel Poof wiggling in the hood before he felt the little fairy take a bite out of the kebab in his hands. Opening his eyes, he saw that this dream kebab looked a whole lot more realistic than what he thought. Just like what his nose described to him, it was a combination of beef, onion, and peppers all on one stick. They looked real, and smelled real. Poof bit into and tugged at a piece a meat, nearly pulling the entire stick out of the boys fingers.
"It is real!" he mentally shouted for joy. Reaching towards the top, he pull off another piece of meat with his mouth. It was incredibly hot, fresh obviously, but he could hardly care. Juices from the meat burst inside as he chewed it to bits, bringing forth the incredible flavor he could only imagine up unto this point. It brought a child like smile to his face that one could only guess meant happiness. He about to bite off another piece when he saw movement to his left. Looking over to investigate, he nearly dropped the kebab.
She was right next to him, sitting quietly like a ghost. She wasn't looking at him, her eyes were closed. She was focusing on slowly pulling her fingerless gloves off, one by one, while holding another shish kebab in her mouth as she took care of her business. Once they were tucked neatly away in a pocket in her black vest, she took the kebab in one hand before neatly biting a tiny piece off. Then she turned to Timmy and opened her eyes.
Vicky smiled.
And Timmy had a light heart attack.
"You-I-You-Uh-You-Me-Uh-Uh-Uh-You," his english was a mess. It made every 'F' Crocker ever gave him look like extra credit. Vicky face went blank with confusement as she tried to understand what he was trying to say. Timmy forced himself to stop by covering his mouth with an empty hand. Poof bit off another piece of the kebab.
The girl blinked before she smiled again, this time even blowing a little puff of air throughout her nose.
"I've waited a long time to meet you," she said before reaching a hand over to the hood. Timmy was frozen in place as she came closer, his heart racing to prove he was still alive. Then she started playing with Poof's single string of hair with one finger. Timmy felt relieved all of a sudden, as if he made a new record of escaping the clutches of death once again. "So cute, I haven't seen a baby fairy before. Is that how things work from where you come."
He was so effectively stunned that you could bring down a hippo with it. She knew about fairies?! How was that even possible. The boy was about to ask, but before he could even get his thoughts in order to make the question come out, she herself ask "What's your name?"
His name? Oh, uh, well...
"Poof poof," the little fairy spoke up. Eyes gleaming with interest, the redhead looked up from Poof and right at the boy.
"Timmy Turner."
Okay, that's pink fireballs in dark nightmare realms, coming out unscathed from dangerous park ranger attacks, knowing about fairies, and, finally, being able to speak 'Poof'. Was there anything else Timmy should add to the list he making for this girl?
"...Um...Yes," he said slowly, as if unsure if he really was Timmy Turner.
"Pleasure to make your acquaintance," she spoke lightly. "I'm Vicky, though you already knew that." He gave something of a silent, awkward nod.
"So, I guess that means you do know that me from over there," she said, but mostly to herself. "Do we look alike? Is that how you were able to tell who I was. I wonder what she's like, well, if she's a she." Turner shook his head before clapping both sides of his cheeks simultaneously. This was all to confusing, and mixed with a bit of insanity.
Before she could say anything else, he finally rediscovered his tongue and said "Wait!"
She stopped for a moment and took a careful look of him. It looked as if she just realized his confusion for the first time.
"Where am I," he said as he took a breath before continuing. "This town-this place is my home, but at the same time it's not. Where am I and how did I get here."
She studied him at first before saying "My mistake, I forgot that you were the new stranger here." She seemed to have sympathy for him, which surprised him. Turning her gaze from him, she looked out towards the festival that was taking place around them.
"You're in another dimension."
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Blink, blink, blink. "What?"
She sighed lightly. "You are in a completely different universe than the one you're from. This town is the same one from your home, but I imagine that there are some differences."
"How-"
"As for your second question, I summoned you here."
His jaw went slack, dropped and wide open as his mind raced to process all of this information. The reason he was here was because of her? To be fair, this shouldn't have been as shocking to Timmy as you might have thought. He himself wished for and traveled to other people from different times and dimensions. It's just that no one's ever done it to him, especially not her!
"I understand that this might be a lot to take in, but I assure you that it is all true...and for a good reason."
Timmy frowned as she finished, his curiosity born anew from her answer. What in the world could she possibly want with him? Suddenly, his mind clicked as he gained a hunch.
"Does this have something to do with that park ranger from before?"
The Vicky smirked, sending a familiar chill down the boy's spine. "I see you're catching on. Then again, that wasn't an ordinary human to begin off...or to be frank, just 'human'."
"So I'm right?" She nodded, and he asked "What was that thing?"
"That 'thing' was an Anti-Magi, and they are a virus that suddenly learned how to become a plague," she said it in a way that made Timmy think of an exterminator who really loved their job. From that one sentence, he could feel and accurately describe the malicious emotions she held towards these Anti-Magi. And what really scared him was that he could do so from pure experience.
"Like you, some of them come from another universe, the others simply awaited their arrival. But they all have one common goal, and that is to enslave this dimension."
The boy swallowed hard, gulping down a lump that had somehow formed in his throat.
"And, you want me to help you? Why? How?" he wondered out loud.
"You have certain potentials, like I do, that can make my struggle a whole lot easier to deal with. The Anti-Magi have always existed, but it wasn't until four years ago that they started mobilizing and testing their strength. I have been watching them ever since, sometimes striking back at and causing their advancements to slow down throughout its entire growth. But it was never enough to do more than stall them for awhile. With your help, I hope to change that."
Again, the focus was turned back on him. Feeling a bit of pressure build up inside him, Timmy tried to calm his nerves by breathing. The Vicky of this dimension noticed this and frowned.
"I know I'm asking a lot, but I promise you that it is nothing short of being absolutely necessary. I need your help...or else we'll all suffer."
Turner froze before looking at her. "What do you mean by that?"
She sighed and said "Mines is not the first dimension they've been to. Once they are finished here, they will go to the next. I'm not saying that will be your dimension, I'm not saying that it won't. I'm saying that if they haven't taken your world yet, then it's still on their list waiting to be checked off."
She took hold of and held his gaze, a fierce determination burned in her eyes.
"Help me now, and we can save my home, your home, and worlds that we never knew existed."
Whoa. Now that was a lot to take in for just one conversation over shish kebabs. Speaking of which, Poof jumped out and snatched the entire stick out of Timmy's hands. But the brunette hardly noticed, for he was simply stuck on what the redhead next to him just explained. Anti-Magi threatening to take over the world, all worlds. He had been in plenty of scenarios to understand the gravity of this situation. Luckily, he and his friends had always been able to turn the outcome around and into their favor. But it didn't mean that he hadn't learned how serious they were each and every time. Now, she needed his help with a similar issue. He must take up arms and assist her in this fight!
"I..."
He hesitated...why, had he hesitated?
"Yes?" she asked when he became silent.
Why was he silent? This is serious!
"What's the matter?" the girl sensed an uneasiness coming from within him.
An excellent question, and Timmy knew it. He had faced things like this before, so he knew the danger of not acting to stop evil when it appeared. Not to mention that he was sometimes able to do so fearlessly, so he couldn't possibly be scared by an enemy he had never met before. Sure, it didn't help that some of those situations happened because of...
Slowly, softly, and subtlety, he began to realize the error in his thinking. He understood why he had not said yes, even though he had no intention of saying no. It disgusted him, but try as he might he couldn't refuse to acknowledge it. He didn't even know what to say, but he didn't have to.
"Poof" the little fairy chimed.
It was a single syllable and word in human tongue, but it meant a whole lot more in their ears. Everything was summed up into one sound. Timmy felt his soul exit his body as he became a statue sitting on the bench. Looking at Vicky, he saw that her facial expression had changed. It to was set in stone, what ever she was thinking was not betrayed by her now blank face. The only difference in between them was that when turned her attention away from Poof and towards Timmy, he flinched.
"You hate me?"
...Apply some ice to that explosion.
Turner was surprised that his mind remained intact, because he was pretty sure he lost his head when she spoke. Vicky's expression remained unchanged and he started to realize just how much she was resembling...Vicky! As in his dimension's version of Vicky, forget the outfit, glasses, and pigtails, he was shocked that he actually thought she was Tootie at first. Her face was not that of fury, it didn't even give a hint of anger that would have been ten times inferior to his Vicky's wrath. It was silent, cold, and calculating. This was the reason from before of why he had remained frozen when the ranger, the reason why he secretly hopped that she wouldn't have been as victorious.
Every time he looked at her...he saw her.
Vicky turned her attention to the festival that surrounded them, gaining her answer from his silence. Timmy felt sick, low, and incredibly stupid. He had done things in the past, experienced many events and recognizing the scenes that took place in them. But forget the past, because nothing could compare to how he felt right now. It was confusing when you added dimensions and monsters and alternate versions of your babysitter, but he felt that somehow he was a hypocrite. Be for one thing, and turning your back on it in a New York minute. He was terrible for this, absolutely horrible!
"It seems..." she stole his completely undivided attention with the start of sentence "...that you and I have our differences in your world. I can understand that."
He couldn't bare to look her in the eye, but was compelled to when she stared directly into his.
"Even so, that doesn't change anything from what I said before."
The boy's heart seemed to come back to like, like the dead rising from the grave for vengeance.
"I need your help, it can only be you."
Like the heart, his soul returned and with the burning hot intensity of a thousand suns.
"I don't know anything about the other me you're familiar with, but, if possible, I would like for us to be friends."
...Apply even more ice to that explosion!
Timmy didn't know what to say, he was still so confused. Vicky seemed to sense his change of heart, much like when they was in the dark world. In fact, Timmy wonder if she was still capable of reading his mind. But before he could say anything, Vicky faced turned blank as she showed signs of being surprised. It was as if someone had just whispered in her ear. Then she scowled with a familiar fury that seemed to originate from Vickys in both dimensions.
"What?!" she said harshly before grabbing Timmy and pulling him off the bench. She was so fast that it all happened in a blur. All he knew was that he was suddenly on the ground and she was several meters to his side. And, plus, there was an explosion from where they were sitting.
Yep...wait. What?
Looking back, the only thing Timmy could see was a cloud of dust surrounding the area he had been a literal two seconds ago. It was so heavy and thick that he could not pierce through it with his vision. But that soon changed as the dust began to clear as. He could see shadows, and finally he could see the destroyed park bench...park bench, no! It was smashed in two, the metal bars bent, and splinters were everywhere.
"Run, you fools," the broken seat seemed to say. Another shadow appeared as the dust cleared, and this time it placed a foot on top of the remains of wood. A foot that was in knee high socks and a familiar, tiny shoe. When the rest of shadow turned into a solid figure, Timmy was shocked to learn its identity.
"...Latty," he said as the blonde little boy was finally revealed. But he was different from before, much different. Whereas the Latty he remembered gave off a bright and positive impression, even towards a complete stranger, the one in front of him felt colder and more isolated than a cat lying around on a fencepost. It was so alien in comparison to what he new about his newly met acquaintance...yet so familiar. This lack of human empathy nagged at Timmy who was trying to figure it out, at was if he were the range...no, that was exactly it. The boy he had met minutes ago inspired this feeling in Timmy just like the ranger did from before. But that would have to mean that he was...was this the Anti-Magi that the girl told him about? How could he not have known that-
Suddenly the little blonde boy snapped his head at the redhead, and then at Timmy. He seemed to be making a decision.
And apparently he decided it would be better to avoid Vicky.
He broke into a run and made a beeline towards Timmy, who was still on the ground. Figuring that he didn't want to stay there, the brunette rose to his feet as quickly as he could and tried to back away. But he was not quick enough, for Latty was soon upon him. Timmy waited for the blows to come, but the blonde never got the chance.
"Poof Poof HISS," a purple swan suddenly burst from the hood of the cloak and smashed into Latty. It peck him in the joints like a speared, and buffed him over the head with its wings. Latty looked as if he where about to dodge around it and continue an attack on Timmy when Vicky suddenly appeared between them. Timmy was just as surprised as Latty, he didnt even see her until she arrived. Immediately the blonde jumped back and hissed at Vicky the same way a vampire hisses at a cross.
He seemed to be at a dilemma, not sure of what to do next. Vicky had planted herself firmly in place, an aura of murder surrounded her and kept the blonde at bay. It seemed as if the little boy would make a run for it, and, in seeing his hesitation, Poof decided to press the attack.
"No, wait!" the redhead was too late to stop him. With one flap of his powerful wings, Poof rushed forward like a vengeful wind. This time, despite being the one who was at a major disadvantage, Latty was more than ready for him. He stretched out his hand to the right, waiting patiently until the purple swan was close enough. The little blonde swung his arm and grabbed Poof by his long and slender neck, then he spun around in a complete circle before driving the bird into the ground where he kept hold of it.
Poof. A cloud of smoke and the little fairy was back in his original form. Weak and unable to do more than mutter his own name, Poof was as helpless as a regular baby.
"Poof...poof..."
Something snapped inside of Timmy-scratch that, it shattered. All of a sudden the world around him seemed a lot smaller. Without even inhaling, his longs produce a roar worthy of lions.
"POOOF!"
He burst towards the blonde with incredible speed, he pulled everything he had in him to contribute to one rush. He'd worry about what he would do next after he made it there. However, though his focus like that of tunnel vision, he'd somehow notice a blur to his side. Though, it was only for an instant, Turner's eyes picked up a flash of red as his subconscious told him that Vicky had easily passed him by, moving at speed that was inhumanly superior to his own.
But, sadly, neither one of them were fast enough.
Latty, with the baby fairy secured in his hand made an astonishing leap backwards. And then another, and another, and another one after that. When he finally had great distance between them, he turned and ran like a demon.
Timmy kept running, he couldn't stop running. Vicky might have stopped, but who cared! He wouldn't stop, wouldn't give up.
The redhead must have predicted this because she casually put out a hand which accurately caught him. She was a lot stronger than she looked, because it felt like he had been hooked up to concrete wall. His feet flew from under him as he was forced to stop. In a single movement, however, he twirled around and smacked her hand away. She effortlessly let it fall away as she released him. He stared directly at her, his vision melted with red. The look she gave him said that she did not take offense, but would not change her judgment either.
He turned back towards the direction Latty had run off to, but she didn't have to worry about him following. He was a smart boy, too smart for his own good even.
The moment Latty had started running he was destined to disappear.
And so was Timmy Turner's little, baby brother.
"NOOO!"
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