Missing

Chapter Five: The Schrödinger Complex

"Me?..." Timmy breathed out slowly, not realizing right away that the Victoria staring down at him was struggling with the stability of her composure.

"I… but… no, it couldn't be. You're not old enough. Ah!" The overlord released the boy and swiftly stood to her feet, head held high with her previous authority. She strode over to the still bleeding form of Rob and placed a gloved hand on the shredded remains of his neck. After turning about face with a rapid hand shooting out to behold the public she bellowed, "The monster has been annihilated! And to commemorate the falling of one of the most notorious villains in history, I herby make this day, October the fifteenth, an official Overlord approved holiday!"

Timmy felt as if his ears were going to burst open. The multitudes upon multitudes of screaming spectators released their already stirred euphony all at once. Soon he could feel Overlord Victoria's hands on him again, standing him up, and leading him away from it all. She dragged the dazed boy past the other victims, behind the stage, and through two thick wooden doors, which she closed tightly behind her ominous frame, leaving them in almost full darkness.

"Not the best end to one of my speeches to date, but I had to end it fast because of you. Shit, how could I have let your face get to me in the middle of it all?! I thought by showing some concern for one of my children I would really drive my point home, but then look at you! You really look just like him! I almost lost it out there! Ughh… well?"

"Well?" Timmy repeated, then soon felt this was possibly the worst thing he could have done, "Err, I mean, umm… Uhh-"

"What is your name?" The Overlord demanded of Timmy.

"My name?" If he told her the truth, he didn't know what she would do with him, but if he lied she might be able to tell. He needed to gauge her reaction with out it hurting him, "Uhh, if I told you it was Remy, would you believe me?"

"Absolutely not," She told him sternly, crossing her arms.

"I thought so… sorry."

"I'm not going to ask again."

He heaved a heavy sigh before admitting, "It's Timmy…"

"Timmy?!" She screamed.

"Ugh… is something wrong with tha-"

"You look just like him and now share his name too?! What is this?! Tell me!" She had him by the shoulders and was shaking him violently.

"Like who?! Who am I like?!" He knew damn well who she was referring to, himself of course. But she didn't know he was himself, rather just someone who looks alike and shares his same name.

"Don't play stupid with me, boy!" She backhand him across the face, it was far stronger than any strike the Vicky he knew had ever delivered. "Timmy Turner! The number one most wanted person in the world! Why the hell do you look just like him?!" There was a ferocious gleam in her large pink eyes, like she was about to devour him whole.

"But… I don't know what he looks like. I- don't you- didn't you say I wasn't old enough to be him?"

"… Ughh," She was the one to sigh deeply now, then released him, eyes closing as she leaned against the heavy set doors. "I've been looking for him for years, I must be losing it. He could be dead, could be hiding, or just completely unreal and for some reason I don't know either way. I hate not knowing! I have the entire world and all of its resources in my hand and yet I still can't find out what happened to him! Yeah…" She opened an eye and stared right at him, "You are much too young to be him now, even though you would be older than he was when he disappeared. Huh," she walked over to him and bent down awfully close, "and you don't have his buckteeth either, so how could you be him? Still the resemblance is uncanny and that name of yours is just terrible for you. No wonder you wanted to lie about it." She began to laugh.

When had his teeth changed? Had Vicky done this with Anti-fairy magic? He would have to ask her that later though… if there was ever going to be a later, that is. Right now he had to focus on keeping this Vicky calm that way he wouldn't be in any serious danger.

"Umm... Vicky?" he asked carefully.

"Excuse me?!" Victoria shouted, making Timmy flinch.

"Er, what? I, um, did I-"

"Who gave you permission to call me by that name?! I am your supreme overlord! You will give me the proper respect or else face the consequences! Do you understand me?!" She struck him on the side of the head, he fell to his knees.

"I'm sorry!" He shouted, earning him another kick.

"Don't you dare raise your voice to me, worm! I allow you to be in the public eye and help to destroy one of the world's most wanted criminals and this is how you repay me?!" She kicked him in the stomach now, "You filthy," kick, "ungrateful," kick, "disgusting," kick, "little fucking twerp!" and one last all out stomp.

He was in the fetal position now, arms covering his head and sobbing uncontrollably. She loomed over his crippled form, panting slightly and still thirsty for more.

"Will you see your place now? I'm the Overlord Victoria, ruler of all free nations, and you're just some molestation victim… You're… a molestation… oh god damn it." She bent down and placed a hand on his trembling form. He twitched when she touched him, causing her to grimace. "Hey there… I just… You- you shouldn't have called me that! What were you thinking? You need to earn my trust first if you want to call me Vicky. And using that voice? You also sound a lot like him too, you know. It just made me so mad. Okay? Now get up, my kids aren't this weak."

Timmy was staggering, but did manage to stand. He was certain that if the Vicky he knew was just crazy, then this Vicky was completely bat shit insane. He was more than mad at the one before him now too, he was furious! Making it seem like it was his fault that she hit him? How fucked up is that?! She beckoned for him to follow her, and he did, but only because he knew that she was degrees more dangerous than the Vicky who put him in this situation in the first place, and she might not think twice to off him if he kept angering her. It eventually occurred to Timmy, while traveling in pain through this underground path, that the Vicky he was more familiar with might actually be watching him, existing close by yet completely out of anyone's notice of her. But what could he do about this? Other than feeling completely trapped? He sighed in defeat.

"We're almost there, just a little longer. I want you to travel with me to the after party," Said Overlord Victoria. There did seem to be more light surrounding them now.

"After party? You mean for the execution?" It hurt terribly to walk, he thought as he was holding his side. She really went full out on him.

"You aren't really big on brains, are you? Of course for the execution! What else?" She seemed happier now. Could this Vicky be even more flippant with her emotions than the one he knew? It seemed possible. Also, he couldn't help but laugh a little inside at the prospect of celebrating the death of an enemy, count on Vicky to throw a party for such an occasion.

"Why, um, that is if you don't mind me asking?" Timmy wanted to know, despite the pain screaming all over his body, "But why do you want me to-"

"To join me on my trip there rather than arrive with the other victims? Because I feel like it, that's why."

"O-oh… okay…"

"Well, if you really have to know I guess I could tell you. I feel like telling you, anyways. You look, sound, and even share the same name as Timmy. But at the same time you aren't him. For me that's like a priceless treasure. I can have anything I want, but the one person I have wanted to find the most I can't have! It's so frustrating I have killed people because of it! Don't get me wrong, they deserved to die, but the point still stands. And then you all of a sudden show up in my life and I knew you had to belong to me, if anything you can be something to take out my frustration of not finding the real Timmy on." Timmy stopped walking, and Victoria heard this. She stopped too and turned around to face him, "That last part was a joke, you know."

"Oh," he said, "I, um, heh."

"Yeah, you'll definitely need to work on your sense of humor too… twerp." She breathed out happily, smiled, and continued to walk.

This seemed like a good part to play dumb at, so he went with something he made up on the spot, "Twerp?"

"Ah, you wouldn't know about that; no one would, would they? Oh well, come on, just out these doors."

They passed through the courtroom again, into the granite halls, up a different stair case, and found themselves on the roof of the court house. A large, black, futuristic helicopter with open doors awaited them. Victoria boarded first, followed soon after by a pain packed Timmy. The door almost closed behind them, but opened wide again for some reason and then shut. Timmy didn't find any reason to pay attention to this though, and neither did Victoria. As the chopper lifted off of the landing Timmy took note that the aircraft practically made no sound at all. This might have been because the stealth technology of this day and age were leaps and bounds beyond his own.

"So then," Victoria ask him as she leaned back, considerably more relaxed in this luxurious aircraft interior than any other time he had witnessed her, "Timmy, let me explain the twerp thing from earlier. When Timmy Turner was still a kid, about eight years old I think, he was just a ravenous little monster. I knew right away that this kid was destined for horrible things. I did my best to show him the right path; I was, after all, the world's greatest baby sitter in my youth… Heh, my youth, so funny to hear myself saying that. Ah, but I'm very much still young and beautiful, aren't I?"

Timmy didn't need to think twice before knowing the right answer, "Oh, yes, I don't think I've seen anyone more pretty than you, Vick- um, Overlord Victoria."

"Hmm… Damn it, I just can't make my mind up about anything today! When you called me Vicky before I hated it! But now that you call me overlord I hate that too! It makes me sound old! Ughhh… Know what? Just call me Vicky after all. It usually takes someone years and years to earn my trust enough for me to let them call me that, but I'll let it pass. Huh, kinda makes your beating pointless now, doesn't it?"

"Umm-"

"Whatever, as I was saying, even as a kid Timmy Turner was trouble. So whenever he would act up I would belittle him and call him twerp. I called him that so much, in fact, it eventually just became his nickname. I just wish I could have been more influential in his life, maybe that way he wouldn't have ended up the way he did."

"Err," the young man began, making sure that he could come up with a way to ask her questions that wouldn't arouse her suspicions, "then, um… Vicky?"

"Hmm?"

"Wh- I mean, how did he end up that way?" He didn't know how Vicky portrayed him in this alternate future, but he was pretty certain it was common knowledge, judging from her reactions earlier. It did seem logical, however, that the Overlord never gave much reason for her claims, much like her younger counter part.

"Ah, why do you ask?" she was eyeing him again. It unnerved the boy.

"J-just curious, I guess…"

"Curious, huh? Let me ask you something, twerp, does it really matter why Timmy Turner ended up the way he did?"

"Oh, umm," well, of course her reason mattered. But that didn't feel like the right answer to give. It seemed to Timmy that in this world no one expected reasons, just answers, "No, of course not, but, well…"

"Well?"

"Well, you see, the way you were talking about him just now, it was like you… no, never mind, it's a stupid thought. I'm sorry." He couldn't believe how crafty he was becoming. Now he was playing the part of the awkward resident of this world just fine. And if he kept this up he might be able to survive just that much longer.

"Don't give me that! Come on, out with it! I won't get mad or anything, so cough it up!"

"Umm, well, it was like you, I dunno, maybe cared about him at some point? I mean, before he became a criminal."

"Cared about him?" She pondered this notion with regard, eyes cast to the roof of their flying chamber, "I don't… well, no, not really," then her eyes fell on Timmy again, they looked almost human for a moment, "He was just a weird kid who even then was completely against me. What about the way I spoke of him made you think I ever cared about him?"

"I… I don't really know, it just seemed that way. Sorry for misunderstanding Over- ah, I mean Vicky."

Overlord Victoria laughed aloud, mouth wide and full of amusement, "I just noticed something!"

"H-huh? What is it?"

"You! I just realized another reason why you couldn't be him!"

"Oh? T-that's good… right?" He couldn't be himself? He could laugh at that too, but not for the reasons she was, he was sure.

"Timmy Turner was full of brash rebellion. You, on the other hand, are submissive and appeasing. Completely the opposite! Still, you really do look a lot like him. Say, how old are you, anyways?"

"Oh, umm, I'm fourteen now."

"Now? You mean your birthday just passed?"

"Uhh, yeah, it did," or it might as well have, since it wasn't all that long ago that he found out about losing two years from his life.

"Well happy birthday, kiddo. Did you get your sex license then?"

"M-my sex license?!"

"Yes… what? You failed the test or something?"

"Uhh," you could fail the test to get your sex license? "Well, you see, the thing is…"

"You failed it, didn't you?"

Timmy hung his head, not because of shame, hell, he never took the damn test to begin with, it wasn't a part of his world; but because it felt like the right thing to do. "I'm sorry, Vicky."

"Ehh, shit happens," she shrugged, "Though its going to suck for you at this party, you know."

"I… I know," did that mean you had to have your sex license to do certain things at parties?

"Getting left out of all those drinking games, and not to mention the backroom activates, heh heh."

Just what kind of parties did she make open to the public these days? He wanted to ask but knew it better not to. Though if he put some thought into it then this really wasn't all that surprising. He had always known Vicky to be a deviant among deviants, so wild parties filled with sex didn't seem all too far fetched for her, especially now that she owned the entire world.

"What are you so lost in thought about?" The Overlord asked. He must have appeared to be concentrating hard.

"Oh, um, well, th-the party!" he had to make something up with out catching her eyes, and fast, "Just, you know, I'll be missing out and all…"

"Ah, I see," She was smiling now, "Well, you probably passed your physical examination but not you oral one, am I right?"

"Ye-yes…" he had no idea what any of that meant, but he went along with it anyway.

"Well, if that's the case I think I can help out. Here, give me your wrist."

"M-my wrist?" he began moving his left hand in her direction before she swatted it away.

"No! You idiot! Your chip wrist!"

"Oh! I-I'm sorry!" so he presented his other wrist, though if she was going to look for a chip in his wrist and not find one, he was in trouble. He began to sweat.

"There we go. Alright then don't interrupt me, okay?"

"Okay…"

She turned his hand over and placed her right wrist on top of his, "Initiating override sequence. Beginning security question: Was Schrödinger's cat dead or alive with in the box? Submitting answer: It was in a constant state of flux between life and death," Timmy blinked, Victoria smiled, "I, Overlord Victoria Valentine, herby give full sexual privileges to the owner of this chip. End override." And as soon as this strange exchange began, it was over. She released his hand and he took it back.

"Umm…"

"It's because I'm the Overlord. I have a special chip that can change the information on any other chip with full authoritative power. No one else in the world has a chip quite like mine. Aren't I special?" She smiled and closed her eyes.

"Y-Yes! Th-that was awesome! Umm… Thanks, Vicky," He was really pulling so much shit out of his ass today, but the effect was what mattered, not his methods.

"Don't mention it; a gift from your loving Overlord."

It wasn't too long before they started making their decent upon what had to be the largest and most outlandishly designed building in the city. It had the feel of the gothic cathedrals constructed hundreds of years ago, where every cut of the dark stone had the purpose of imitating a living creature, only many times their gargantuan. Even the helicopter landing site, which was usually the flattest part of any building, was so full of carefully selected and arranged materials that it did not appear dreary in the least.

When the pilot gave his okay by unlocking the passenger doors, Timmy was the first to be helped down by two powerful looking body guards, both decked out in sharp black military attire. Overlord Victoria was the next to step down, where she quickly reclaimed her position next to her young companion by taking his arm forcefully with her own. With a guard in front of them and a guard behind, they made their way inside.

"I usually make it my policy to arrive to any social gathering alone, but since I had to have you I couldn't very well leave you at the courthouse to wonder out of reach, now could I?" The older Vicky told him, not seeming to care just how beautifully crafted the interior of this overpowering structure was.

"Oh, well, if that's how you feel," what exactly was he to respond to that with? She didn't seem to mind though.

The two were walking at a brisk pace until finally, after making many turns around countless obtuse bends, they arrived at a massive iron gate elevator. A guard pressed an up button to call for the transporter, and not but a few seconds passed before the two doors slid open noiselessly. Up the shaft they flew, quiet as a ghost in the neck breaking speed. Timmy wondered if an elevator this large traveling so fast should even exist, let alone be in use. But this was the future, and one completely different than could be expected.

They reached the desired floor with no signal to be heard. Or it would be more accurate to say the signal could not be heard. For each time they had ascended past a new floor the rhythmic pumping of a huge bass amplifier beat the pulse of a hard electronic based song down into their bones louder, and louder. And by the time they had reached the party floor nothing could hardly be heard but the music.

As the iron gates opened before him, Timmy's first observance was that this looked nothing like a party. It was an empty room which opened up onto a massive balcony, looking down at the far below, however, revealed an orgy of guests crushing and squirming against each other to the high paced tempo of the music. As Victoria walked to its edge, leaving Timmy only to gaze where he stood, the current song faded away into a slow, far gentler piece.

"The coming of a grand new holiday demands a grand celebration! My citizens! I stand before you a more determined leader than ever before!" her shouts addressing the masses stung his ears, it both frightened and enticed him at the same time, "Together we have crushed a monster the likes of which have only existed in the forgotten nightmares of history's dark past. But not in our age! In our spectacle of perfection and power we have shown history that its monsters can exist no longer! We celebrate tonight because I have led us to this great new age! Because I, and I alone, knew the righteous path which to pursue and set to blaze alive behind my wake!" the crowds far below screamed in ecstasy, wanting more and loving her all with out reason, or so it seemed to Timmy.

"You are the chosen who have rushed after me; proven to me and mine that you are perfect in mind, body, and soul. So celebrate my beautiful ones, my perfect loves. This party not only signifies my defeat of a tyrant, but also your liberation!" She raised her hands high and the music blasted right on cue. Again the masses exploded with noise for their beloved leader; their dirty, corrupted, vindictive, and all around terrible lying leader. It made the boy's stomach twist round with disgust. The entire world was truly lost under her command.

She returned to his personal space and was smiling, "If you want you can go down to the dance floor, or visit the bar… I assume you passed your alcohol exam, correct?"

"Yes," Timmy said with out thinking.

"Good, not like that one is all that hard to get through anyway." She stretched, hands reaching high above her as she made a horrid squealing noise. This made his heart stop. She had looked almost human just now, extending her limbs in that normal, everyday fashion. Then he realized why it was he hated her so much: because she was human, human like himself, or those guards, or even all the people dancing their brains out so many stories below. Human like the Vicky who had tossed him helplessly into all this mess. Wickedly human.

"Well, what's wrong with you?" Overlord Victoria snapped, "I said go!"

He didn't need telling again. Hell, he was so glad to be out of her reach he practically ran. Before he knew it he had found his way to a grand spiral staircase, descending down from the high VIP room in a torrent of swirled steps. He passed against a steady flow people older than himself going up, and they stopped to stare and point at him, whispering something in recognition, but ultimately they continued on their way and left him be. The base of the staircase was a post for two burly guards, who let him pass with out a word as they admitted and declined prospectors to transcend the steps to what he was sure they thought to be glory.

The party was more like a club, or a ravenous rave. Down here on the main floor there must have been at least two thousand people, all of which where between his and Vicky's age. Shoving, grinding, crushing against one another as towering speakers stacked high around the gigantic room pumped gut pounding beats into the hot wet crowd, fueling their erratic madness.

He hated this, his body was still sore from when he had received the beating, and seeing just about everyone's half naked groping and love making with each other on this dance floor in Overlord Victoria's perverse honor might as well been a slap to his face. And this is what Vicky wanted to show him? How the world had been devolved into senseless creatures who valued only the jargon of an insane leader? The leader who she wanted to be again? He couldn't let that happen, but how could he stop it? He couldn't think strait in these conditions, or even with just the normal Vicky around, if she could be called normal. It would have to wait until after this lesson was over, if it ever was to be over.

None the less he needed to sit down. A quick scan of the room, after getting past all the billowing fog, blazing lights, and rapid lasers, showed that there where two long bars plastered against each wall, save the one he was against now with the DJs high atop something like the trial alters from before, that was their wall and theirs' alone. He made his way as best he could to the closest of these, shying away from hungry hands reaching out at him and moving faster when one actually touched him; or worse yet, when they took hold of his body in ways he didn't exactly feel up to. Finally, after tearing out of the sweat soaked crowd, he grabbed the first bar stool he found open and climbed up on it. He was panting like a work dog; there was something heavy in the air.

"What will it be, love?" a husky, seductive voice asked of him over the harmonious cacophony. Timmy looked up to see a black haired woman not much older than his captor was, probably only two or three years ahead of her. She was wearing a corset top and little else, save her leather chocker and arm bands, contrasted with silver facial piercings. Her neat little name pin had then name Toots embedded in it.

"Uh…w-water for now, I need to cool off for a second," he lied.

"Water you can get out of a toilet, sweetie. Tell me your poison."

"Uh," he wondered if insisting on water would look suspicious, everyone looked to be either drunk or drinking something alcoholic, but he didn't really know the names of many beverages… wait, there was that song his mother liked to sing, something about liking piña coladas, well, it was worth a shot in any case, "a piña colada would be nice, then."

"Now you're talking, that ought to do the trick, hun," and the bartender got to work with a wink.

Timmy sighed; even though he was sitting the blaring music still hurt his head. He placed his hands to his temples and leaned his elbows on top of the bar. How was he going to get out of this? He was sure somehow she had relayed to her guard that he was not allowed to leave, and even if he did somehow find a way then the Vicky he knew more personally would probably show up and drag him back. Part of him wanted to cry, while another wanted to scream and curse her name. But suppressing all these urges was an even larger part of himself, making him feel it was pointless and would only hurt him more, so that was absolutely not what he wanted to do.

"You look all washed up love," the bartender said to him as she continued on his drink, "something on your mind?" He found it amazing he could hear her so well over all the moaning and music.

"… A lot, I guess…" still, Timmy didn't know if talking to anyone of this time would be a good idea, seeing as everyone seemed to be so blindly in love with their leader.

"You don't have to tell me, but chipper up hun, today is a great day for celebration, after all." This woman's large deep blue eyes looked amazing in the aurora lighting.

"Yeah, and I am happy about that, of course," for some reason he hated lying to her, "but, I dunno, I just feel trapped I guess."

"How so?"

"Well," either this woman was good at coaxing people, or he really needed to talk to someone, "there's this woman who controls my life. Like, absolutely everything about it! And no matter what I do there is no escape."

"Ah, girl troubles," she chuckled some, it was almost familiar, homely was the word for it, "Listen love, have you told her any of this? This woman in your life?"

"No, I haven't. But it wouldn't matter even if I did; she only does what she wants! And if I so much as raise an eyebrow against her she'll go ballistic on me! She doesn't listen to a word I say or even considers my feelings. She wants to change me into something that I know can't be!"

"And what do you think she's trying to turn you into?"

"I know exactly what, she told me!"

"Alright sweetie, so she rules every aspect of your life and refuses to let go until you're hers, right?"

"Pretty much…" it was strange hearing it laid out so simply in front of him.

"And you don't think you can cut it off with her?"

"There's no way to. And even if I tried she'd… well, it wouldn't be pretty."

"Then you have two choices in front of you," she began blending his drink, yet even then he could still hear her just fine, "one: you can just book it and never return, like any kid would," she finished the blending and proceeded to pour the cocktail into a twisted looking glass, then started placing the toppings and ornaments, "or two: man up and demand changes. This woman sounds like she doesn't respect you, so she walks all over you. And if you keep letting her do that then nothing is going to change for the better," she presented the slushy beverage and slid it over to him, he caught it, "The choice is up to you in the end, enjoy love," and she walked away to attend the other customers.

The glass was chilled, and felt marvelous against his burning hands. And he was still so thirsty, he realized. Had it really been two years since he had anything to drink? It seemed impossible, but then again his life was full of impossibilities. He sniffed at the mixed drink; it didn't smell too awful, a bit bitter and very sweet at the same time. Ah, but the blended ice was the most enticing of it all. How he had missed ice, how he had wished for it over and over again, only to go unanswered. Now he had his chance and he wasn't going to let her take this one away too. He lifted the glass to his mouth and slurped some of it down. Tropical, was his mind's first reaction, like pineapple and coconut. Then the alcohol registered, bitter and hot. He cringed some, but bore with it. If he hadn't been so deprived of drink for so long he might have sent it back and demanded something virgin, but that wasn't worth the wait, and the bartender had been very kind to him.

Gulp after gulp he took, enjoying the sensation of melting ice and sweetness flowing down his suffering throat. Soon there was nothing left but a cut of pineapple, and this he devoured greedily too. Alcohol wasn't all that bad, though perhaps this was just a weak drink. Strait rum or scotch might have seared his senses. He wondered for a moment if Vicky preferred light or hard drinks then shook his head when remembering she was the enemy. Not like she would share this preference with him anyway.

The bartender had returned, "Need anything else love?" she asked just as seductively as before. Timmy began feeling light headed.

"I… I think I'm good…w-was that strong?"

"Nope, just light rum hun. Ah, but its probably starting to kick in."

"Kick in?"

"You mean you don't know?" she seemed genuinely surprised by his ignorance, "must be your first real party, you do look young. Alright, listen up while you can still do it. Any big rave or club or celebration like this has a special little kick to get rid of your inhibitions. Pumped right out of the AC system is a special mix of pheromones and safe-x that only reacts to the presence of alcohol in your system. Give it a minute and your sex drive will steer you crazy, it's a fucking blast!"

Timmy jumped out of his seat, knocking it over. The bartender laughed aloud and told him to just relax and let it run its course. He couldn't allow that though, he had been drugged! Was he already being affected? He needed to get out of here, far away where he couldn't do something regretful. He ran, despite his body hurting and screaming at him to take it easy, he ran. People were bumped into and some either protested, didn't care, or tried to get him to join them. He felt dizzier now and much lighter on his toes. The pain was subsiding, as was the hunger and thirst… and the desire for touch was increasing.

No! He had to get away, not let this take control of him. He was surrounded though, when had he been surrounded? Hands were all over him, hands his age, older too, and even much older. Male or female he couldn't distinguish. He kept moving, almost like in circles. Clear thoughts were hard to maintain. Oh but the touch of others felt unbelievable. Wasn't this what he always wanted? He couldn't remember ever desiring anything else.

There were mouths now, tongues and lips and teeth and moisture. It was too much for him! Who was that now, some firm girl, biting his ear and pressing her exposed breasts against his bare chest. When had he lost his shirt? He had to find it or else Vicky would surely kill him for being so careless. He pushed away from her, passed through more hands and bodies all over him. He couldn't find it, it was gone forever. A male's chest this time, much more impressive than his own. He looked up and was lip locked, but he didn't care, it felt good to kiss someone. Vicky never kissed him.

No, he wasn't supposed to, it was dirty and wrong. He broke off and stumbled through more pulsating hot bodies. His nipples kept getting twisted, his ass grabbed and swatted. A couple times his groin was being felt up hard. He was getting hard. He had to get away.

"Oh god, Vicky help me!" Timmy shouted over it all, "Please, help me! Save me! I need you to save me!"

Hands and mouths all over him again, he was losing his mind trying to fight this off. He couldn't move his legs; or rather they couldn't move him. His body was on fire and he screamed again, louder than before, "Vicky! Oh please Vicky! Help me!"

And then it all froze. The thundering music, the moaning and groaning wet masses, all of it had been suspended. Timmy maneuvered himself out of a sandwich between a woman wearing only a skirt and a sports bra, and a man in not but tight jeans. He looked about the scene; somehow he had been pushed into the middle of it all. His mind was still groggy but the lust had subsided, not being egged on by the swarms of an orgy.

And then he saw her, fire red hair and opened purple blazer, Vicky. There was the living chain in her hand, which was connected to his neck again. She was smiling at him, a strange, crude smile, "You passed Timmy, I'm proud of you."

"You… I'm…" he couldn't form a coherent response; his mind was so focused on all the bodies around him, including hers.

"Yeah, I completely forgot to warn you about that airborne sex drive stuff. Pretty good, huh? Better than Viagra and four adios mother fuckers combined. Don't worry; it's designed to wear off after you pass out. A good night's rest should fix you up."

He understood what she was saying, but at the same time wasn't affected by it. He hated her still, yes, but he didn't want to hurt her right now. On the contrary, he wanted nothing more than to put his hands all over her body. He stepped forward with the intent to do it and she yanked on his chain. Pain flashed all over his body as he fell to his knees. He vomited violently, which stung his throat and nauseated his senses.

"It's also designed to immediately evacuate your system if you're in immediate danger, like being choked," she said coolly.

Timmy wiped his mouth and staggered to his feet again. His senses were much clearer now, he could gauge that. And suddenly the people around them didn't seem nearly as desirable as they just had a moment ago. He was deliberately not looking at her now, partly because he was ashamed, but also because he was scared the image of her would send him over the edge with rage. How could she let him, who she swore she wanted to eventually stand up for, go ahead and stone a man to death, then let him get beaten worse than ever before, and then get drugged and violated! He was trembling.

Vicky placed a hand on his bare shoulder, it made him flinch, "We're going back now, you better hold on."

Hold on? Hold on!? He didn't want to look at her, much less touch her. Yet as she gripped on his chain a little tighter he sighed and gave in. Arms around her middle, she adjusted her belt and the world blurred away into nothing. The sensation of moving diagonally backwards and then forwards again hit him more clearly this time. Soon the material world about him slowed down into something solid once more, into the dark stone cave prison.

"You mad at me, twerp?" Vicky asked, though seeming to suspect it.

He glared up at her, not caring if it meant some discipline, and exploded, "Mad doesn't even describe it! I hate you! I hate everything you believe in! I hate this cave! I hate your Cosmo and Wanda! I hate your god damn lessons! Especially when they put me in greater danger than I am in with you! You can beat me all the hell you want after this! I don't give a damn anymore! I hate my life! I wish I was dead! I wish you were dead! I… I… what are you…"

She didn't strike him, nor did she scream at him. Her hands where now around his back and pressing his head lightly to her bosom. "I know, it hurt me to do it too," her scent was intoxicating, "but there wasn't any other way."

"Wh-what do you mean?" he was starting to cry now, tears flowing down his face and onto her. So much had happened today, it felt unreal that he was now back in this damn cave like it had all been a bad dream. She led him down to the bed and removed his choker, which slithered back up to the ceiling of the chamber. His head never left her chest.

"Seeing something and living something are two very different things, Timmy. I needed you to live in that world, if only for a day. And you may hate me for it now, but you have gained more experiences in life today than day prior. You'll understand this all one day and thank me for it, but right now I understand that it's overwhelming. You never killed a man before, that one is always hard, of course."

"I killed a man…" it hadn't really sunk in yet, he just about forgot all that when Overlord Victoria had beaten him senseless. But now he faced it, though it didn't seem very real, he had taken a life. The tears wouldn't stop.

She rested his head down against one of the pillows now. Vicky had to slip into something more comfortable for the night, after all. Timmy could hear her rummaging though her luggage, undressing, and then placing whatever her sleeping wear was over her form. He didn't care though; his mind was still processing him as a murderer, an executioner. Nothing was going to stop the flow of his tears, it seemed.

Before rolling in bed next to him, Vicky knelt down by his feet and removed his shoes and socks. Once this little task was complete they were surrounded by complete blackness, and then, like infinite jewels of every variety, the stars returned. Timmy could see Vicky's face right in front of his, and even though he blamed her, he couldn't speak. He couldn't even scowl, nothing seemed worth it.

Her hands reached out and circled around him, bringing his head to her chest once more, and stroking his hair she said, "I know you hate me right now, but this silent loathing will pass. I'm just too happy to be mad at you back though, one more lesson, just one more, and then we can begin rebuilding you into the perfect you. Rest now though, I'm with you when no one else ever would."

She fell asleep long before he did, her snoozing becoming some what of a calming factor for him, something soothing from the beast. He never struggled, never struck out, never even moved. What was the point? She was winning; he had nothing good left in him now, surely. No one could find him, he had given up hope. There was no rescue plan set aside. What did one troublesome godchild mean when all of Fairy World must have been at war now? His actual parents must have moved on by now, maybe even adopted a new kid to replace him. And as for his friends? What friends? Chester, AJ, and himself had been growing apart long before any of this had ever happened. Trixie never loved him and Veronica had already lost interest. And Tootie? Well, not like she ever mattered anyway.

It must have been true what Vicky implied then, no one else had ever cared about him the way she was now. He snuggled closer into her and closed his eyes. At least she was warm and soft, far better than any pillow could be. He was guessing solemnly that getting used to this every night wouldn't be so bad. Not bad at all. The boy heaved a great sigh as the waves of sleep came to wash him away.