I personally hate this one. But I was tired, so what do you expect?

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5/10/10 – With Great Power…

I guess it was sorta my fault.

Actually, I take that back – it was definitely my fault.

After Poof was born, I decided that it would be too dangerous to bring him along on any of our wacky adventures. Well, I also didn't want a baby around, but the first was my primary concern. Honest.

With that in mind, I decided to gently remove Timmy from our group.

…and by gently remove, I mean totally cut him out.

Yeah, I'm not really helping my sympathy here, am I?

It's what you have to do, I guess, what we're all trying to do. Distance ourselves from it, from…him. Make it seem like it wasn't our fault.

I'll tell you the whole story. If anyone ever reads this, they can decide whose fault it was.

It all started and ended about three days ago. It was half-past nine, and I was in class, trying not to fall asleep (I mean, seriously? They actually expect us to be up and at it at nine? Even geniuses have their limits!) Principal Willoughby called us (me, Carl and Sheen) up to his office.

So we went up, me praying that he hadn't found out about the bottle rocket incident (by the way, I wonder if Bolbi is out of the hospital yet?) Instead of Principal Willoughby waiting for us, however, it was Wanda in her human disguise.

She just looked me in the eye and said, "You have to come with me. Timmy's gone crazy."

My response to this was to 'derp' for a few seconds, before croaking out a "Wha?"

"He's gone crazy," repeated Wanda, "He's locked himself in his school with a magic muffin."

"A…magic muffin?" I asked, confused.

"I think that was in an Ultralord episode," nodded Sheen.

Useful as always, Sheen.

"A magic fairyversary muffin," explained Wanda, "Each bite gets you a rule-free wish. Look, I'll explain on the way."

She grabbed my hand, and poofed me and my friends away.

We arrived two blocks from Dimmsdale Elementary to find that it was surrounded by the police.

"Are you sure this is Timmy and not that crazy teacher?" Carl asked.

"It's Timmy," Wanda nodded, gravely, "He's been through a lot lately…today, he snapped."

"Do tell," I replied.

Wanda gave me a short stare, before elaborating, "His parents went on vacation again, he got held up by Francis, tormented by Vicky and stalked by Crocker. Then we forgot his fairyversary. Then he sneezed on Trixie and…and that brute who guards the popular kids thrashed him…"

"Why does that guy still have a job?" asked Jimmy.

"I don't know," sighed Wanda, "But we pulled him out of the garbage, he exploded at us, took the muffin and…yeah."

I looked at the school and gave a nod.

"Right, I'll get Spongebob, Danny and whoever they're with right now," I decided, "We're gonna need to talk some sense into him."

The Dimmsdale Police suck. No ifs or buts about it. We managed to sneak past them to the back door without a hitch.

There were five of us (Carl and Sheen had been the distraction to get past the cops, and Danny was flying overhead with a radio to tell us what the police were doing.) I was the leader, naturally (excuse me while I turn off the show-off-o-meter), with Wanda, Sam, Spongebob and Sandy with me.

(Author's Note: Sandy has now been in three out of five of these oneshots. Is this author favouritism or should I be booked for cruelty to squirrels?)

We entered in the back, into a dark, empty corridor.

"Where is everyone?" asked Wanda, glancing nervously around.

Sam glanced into one of the classrooms.

"Found them."

I looked into a classroom. The kids and teacher inside were frozen – no, not in suspended animation, they were literally iced over.

"Yep, this is Timmy's work," I deducted.

We walked further into the building.

"So, where are Cosmo and Poof?" I asked.

"Timmy still has them," replied Wanda, biting her lip.

I tried to remember the layout of the school from my brief tenure here when I first met Timmy. If I remembered correctly, you could cut through the gym to get to the cafeteria, and from there it was just a few metres to Timmy's class.

I edged open the door to the gym to find it, too, was deserted, save for a single, stone figure.

"I don't think that was there yesterday," gulped Sandy.

I moved closer to inspect the figure. It was in the shape of a girl, in an expression of surprise. She wore a cheerleader's uniform and had a ponytail and swirl.

"I remember this person," I mused.

"Veronica," added Wanda, "But where are the other popular kids?"

"Hopefully, no worse then this," I replied, pulling a small pen out of my pocket.

I clicked the lid, and Veronica turned back into a human.

"What?" she groaned, rubbing her head.

"You're fine," reassured Sam.

"Why is there a fairy, a sponge and a squirrel here?" she asked, somewhat nervously.

"Why did you get turned to stone," replied Sandy, lightly, "Just mosey on out, we've got it covered."

As we watched Veronica leave, I wondered wether or not she thought she was dreaming. Probably.

"Wait," said Veronica, turning around, "You…you should go back. You might end up like the rest of the popular kids…"

She shook her head, and continued on her way out.

"That sounds bad," gulped Spongebob.

"We'll be fine, keep going," I ordered.

We walked to the other end of the gym and entered the cafeteria.

I wretched.

"What smells like burning wax?" I demanded.

Wanda said nothing. She had gone pale, and was pointing to a table. Two wax puddles were dripping from the seats, with another larger puddle next to it.

I looked at the clothing.

"…pretty expensive stuff," noted Sam, "Tacky, too."

"Tad and Chad," whispered Wanda, "And the bodyguard, too. Timmy must have…"

She trailed off.

"No," I snapped, "He wouldn't do that!"

"You got any other ideas?" asked Sandy, grimly.

I didn't.

Timmy's classroom was not a long walk away, and was surprisingly unlocked. We entered, seeing Timmy sitting on the floor, looking miserable.

"Timmy," I growled, "It's time to stop this."

Timmy looked at us, a grim and broken look on his face.

"I…it wasn't me."

Wanda pushed past me, her face red.

"What do you mean, it wasn't you?" she thundered, "You froze the entire school, turned Veronica to stone, melted Tad and Chad, and now you're trying to wriggle out of…"

"…actually, he's right."

We turned. A shadow was leaning against the wall on the other side of the room.

"Who are you?" demanded Sam.

"The embodiment of Timmy's darkness," the shadow replied in an oily voice, "Unwittingly released when Timmy wished on the muffin to be relieved of the darkness that caused him to berate you."

Timmy blinked.

"He didn't put it quite like that," Timmy's Shadow added.

"Wait, so…you did this?" asked Spongebob, confused.

"All of it," grinned Timmy's Shadow, "All of it and more."

The wall behind him rose, revealing several cells behind him. Timmy's class had a cell each, but most of them were unharmed. Most, that is, but two.

Francis was looking like he'd been put through a blender, but it was Trixie - or what had once been Trixie – that was worse. She'd had her whole body turned into gold but her face…which had been removed entirely, leaving just a blank slab of gold over it.

"Whoa," said Sam, "King Midas, much?"

"Why the heck did you do that?" I demanded.

The Shadow grinned.

"Because it was fun," it replied, "And these kind of people deserve it, don't they?"

"No," I snapped, "You can't just…"

"Hold on," realised Wanda, "Where are Cosmo and Poof?"

"That idiot over there," the Shadow pointed angrily at Timmy, "Used the muffin to wish them to Fairy World. They are…unfortunately…safe."

Wanda breathed a sigh of relief.

"Uh, guys," Danny radioed, "The cops are coming in. You nearly done?"

"Oh, we're nowhere near done," snarled the Shadow.

It began to glow a slimy purple, the room darkening around him.

"…guys, run," warned Timmy.

"We're not leaving you, Timmy," I snapped, "Come on, we're getting out of here!"

"But my friends!"

"Just go!" snapped Wanda.

I dragged him out the door.

I didn't pay attention to what was happening. We burst out the front door, and I didn't stop until we reached the police line.

Behind us, the school was bathed in darkness. It stayed blacked for a moment, before the shadow resided, and all was still.

It was about an hour before we were let back in.

'We' were now a smaller number.

Wanda hadn't made it out before the school was engulfed. We never found any trace of her or the Shadow.

Sam got caught by the shadow at the door, but had merely been turned to stone, and was easily returned to normal.

As for the rest of the school…it varied. Most families in Dimmsdale lost someone that day. Some classes were turned into wax museums, others had simply been replaced by brick wall. Timmy's class were gone, only their clothes remaining strewn over the floor.

Trixie was still 'Midas-ised', as Sam put it, but we managed to return her to normal. Tootie was found in another class, turned into a duck (we managed to get her back to normal, to). Between them, Veronica and AJ (who had been at home that day), they were the only people Timmy knew who made it out…alive.

It was all of our fault, I guess. Mine, Timmy, Wanda's – we created 'him.' Now, I, at least, have learned.

Timmy's still shell-shocked over the whole thing. I visit him every other day. Even his parents took time off to look after him.

He seems to be getting back to his old self. He's out of his room, and he'll be back at school next Friday (if it's reopened by then.)

But I look into his eyes, and I know.

Things can never be the same.

What did I tell ya? It sucks. Next time, I'm starting my writing earlier. :)