Dearly Beloved
Silence.
This was even more awkward then the time Timmy had walked onto his Dad dressing up as a woman.
The boy opened his mouth, closed it, then repeated until he finally had the sense to clamp it shut, silent words flashing in and out of focus.
Questions loomed in his mind-but one stood out amongst the others.
"???????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Timmy blinked.
He was lying on a small bed in a white room.
And the "white" part was an understatement.
The bed sheets were white, his clothes and bandages were white-rather like the time he had wished he had never been born-the walls were white, the four poster bed he lay on was white, the walls were white-
It was like being in Cosmo's head…without the elevator music.
The overall theme was blinding. Timmy thrust a hand over his eyes, wincing.
"You again?"
Timmy winced, and pressed a hand to his ribcage. Every movement seemed to bring about another hot patch of dizziness.
Therefore, he settled against the pillow again, thin limbs shaking far too wildly to hold him up.
The Eliminator was gazing at him, face emotionless. He ignored Timmy's last s
"I figured the effects would be longer. But seeing as I had a limited supply…." He shrugged helplessly, before turning to the only black object in the room- a small, ebony case, and carefully snapped it shut. Timmy thought he saw something gleam inside it.
After a few more minutes of this, the robot finally turned, face to the floor.
"Are you alright?"
Timmy froze.
He kept hoping he'd wake up soon. The boy slowly shook himself out of his reverie, however, when he realized that the Eliminator was asking him if he hurt anywhere.
The correct answer was: "Heck,yes-everywhere-" but Timmy only tried to shake his head, wincing when a gash stretching from his shoulder to opposite hip serrated against his bandages like a live wire.
Timmy would've screamed, but the obliterating shock-like that of a blast of icy water-had been too overwhelming.
That little nod had been a huge mistake. The cyborg jumped up, looking anxious.
"Like I said: Do not move."
Timmy only glared at him as the cyborg stepped forwards, eyes glinting.
"Timmy Turner."
His voice went into such an icy tone that Timmy stopped his panting for a moment to stare at his captive's face.
"When I discovered you gone, GONE, and in the party of an alien who tried to destroy you-"
"Hey! He's my best friend-AND the only one who'd believe me! Where would YOU have gone?!"
The Eliminator chose to ignore this.
"And, you deliberately LEFT-"
"Uh, hello?"
Cerulean eyes burned into the green.
"Would YOU have just waited around until someone snatched you away to a portal of death?!"
The Eliminator ignored this as well.
"And had I not SAVED you-"
"I wouldn't have needed saving in the first place if you weren't trying to drag me to SAID ABOVE!"
The kid really did make a point. But now the robot was angry.
"You stupid, stupid little boy."
Timmy opened his mouth indignantly-but the Eliminator was on a role.
"You don't get it, do you, Turner? There are hundreds-maybe THOUSANDS of details in this little slip you simply could NEVER comprehend.
But then again, I suspect your moronic little parents-odd or god-didn't care enough to educate you properly."
Timmy blinked, eyes stinging as his face retorted into an angry scowl.
"Hey! STOP it! My parents love me! And so do-"
"Really?" asked the servant quietly, eyes now boring into Timmy's.
"Are you sure?"
"Duh!"
"Then ask yourself this, young Turner. Who loves you more? A trio of ridiculous fairies who let me take you away-practically INVITED me in-along with everyone else who'd like to sic you right about now-a pair of idiots who have no idea how to raise a child?"
Timmy opened his mouth, and moved it soundlessly, no words breaking free. The Eliminator continued mercilessly.
"A group of miscreant CHILDREN? You're an idiot-an absolute FOOL, Turner-seeing as you don't seem to understand what you ARE in this little game. Even if I meet my end, The Darkness will STILL continue to chase you to the ends of the Earth-and beyond. It would take some recuperation time-but that won't stop it. As long as you're alive-there's no escape. Not even death will end it-you'd pass into the void knowing what you had done."
"Even if you're allowed to die a mortal death-which my Master would never permit if you're in IT'S clutches-the Darkness is LINKED to you now, you stupid boy. You are as much the Darkness as it is YOUR essence. It'll know you're alive, and pursue.
And, if you DID die, Turner-the Darkness would turn in on itself with its final and greatest counterattack.
The End. The end of all existent-all things that BREATHE, the sun, the stars….
…and your miserable, backwater planet would drown in fire.
And if you want to die knowing you've destroyed everything-go ahead! Keep running! Keep putting yourself in danger like an idiot!
And once the Darkness catches you-which it will-well you might as well understand why Kanone and everyone else in this blasted universe want to hunt you down.
The Darkness will not clasp you to its miserable heart again once it finds you.
You, Timmy Turner-your legacy, as the one to defeat the Darkness….
…is that you ARE the Darkness's heart."
And with that, the Eliminator plopped down to the floor, eyes flashing to yellow in power-down mode.
Shock.
Timmy stared his trembling hands in shock.
……what?
…………….
Stunned silence overtook him where he lay, biting his lip.
He wasn't fooled for a minute-the Eliminator was monitoring him-even in his sleep. If Timmy even moved-which, he doubted he could really pull off-he'd probably belted to his bed.
So Timmy was left alone in the dark, biting his lip, asking himself two very important questions:
One: Obviously, the Eliminator wasn't letting him out of sight for a few days-which was obviously in use for some serious power-down time.
Could the fairies even GET to him by then?
Timmy rolled slightly in his sleep, biting the edge of his pillow to stop himself from making a noise.
There was one other question: one extremely aggravating, seriously annoying, and one that was beginning to make the boy seriously frantic as he lay there on his poster, listening to his heart pound even more wildly against his ribcage-like a captive sparrow.
If he was brought to the Darkness again, was he even going to try to resist anymore?
"You, Timmy Turner-your legacy, as the one to defeat the Darkness….
…is that you ARE the Darkness's heart."
Timmy had to bury his head in his pillow to stop himself from screaming.
Dearly Beloved
Silence.
This was even more awkward then the time Timmy had walked onto his Dad dressing up as a woman.
The boy opened his mouth, closed it, then repeated until he finally had the sense to clamp it shut, silent words flashing in and out of focus.
Questions loomed in his mind-but one stood out amongst the others.
"???????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Timmy blinked.
He was lying on a small bed in a white room.
And the "white" part was an understatement.
The bed sheets were white, his clothes and bandages were white-rather like the time he had wished he had never been born-the walls were white, the four poster bed he lay on was white, the walls were white-
It was like being in Cosmo's head…without the elevator music.
The overall theme was blinding. Timmy thrust a hand over his eyes, wincing.
"You again?"
Timmy winced, and pressed a hand to his ribcage. Every movement seemed to bring about another hot patch of dizziness.
Therefore, he settled against the pillow again, thin limbs shaking far too wildly to hold him up.
The Eliminator was gazing at him, face emotionless. He ignored Timmy's last s
"I figured the effects would be longer. But seeing as I had a limited supply…." He shrugged helplessly, before turning to the only black object in the room- a small, ebony case, and carefully snapped it shut. Timmy thought he saw something gleam inside it.
After a few more minutes of this, the robot finally turned, face to the floor.
"Are you alright?"
Timmy froze.
He kept hoping he'd wake up soon. The boy slowly shook himself out of his reverie, however, when he realized that the Eliminator was asking him if he hurt anywhere.
The correct answer was: "Heck,yes-everywhere-" but Timmy only tried to shake his head, wincing when a gash stretching from his shoulder to opposite hip serrated against his bandages like a live wire.
Timmy would've screamed, but the obliterating shock-like that of a blast of icy water-had been too overwhelming.
That little nod had been a huge mistake. The cyborg jumped up, looking anxious.
"Like I said: Do not move."
Timmy only glared at him as the cyborg stepped forwards, eyes glinting.
"Timmy Turner."
His voice went into such an icy tone that Timmy stopped his panting for a moment to stare at his captive's face.
"When I discovered you gone, GONE, and in the party of an alien who tried to destroy you-"
"Hey! He's my best friend-AND the only one who'd believe me! Where would YOU have gone?!"
The Eliminator chose to ignore this.
"And, you deliberately LEFT-"
"Uh, hello?"
Cerulean eyes burned into the green.
"Would YOU have just waited around until someone snatched you away to a portal of death?!"
The Eliminator ignored this as well.
"And had I not SAVED you-"
"I wouldn't have needed saving in the first place if you weren't trying to drag me to SAID ABOVE!"
The kid really did make a point. But now the robot was angry.
"You stupid, stupid little boy."
Timmy opened his mouth indignantly-but the Eliminator was on a role.
"You don't get it, do you, Turner? There are hundreds-maybe THOUSANDS of details in this little slip you simply could NEVER comprehend.
But then again, I suspect your moronic little parents-odd or god-didn't care enough to educate you properly."
Timmy blinked, eyes stinging as his face retorted into an angry scowl.
"Hey! STOP it! My parents love me! And so do-"
"Really?" asked the servant quietly, eyes now boring into Timmy's.
"Are you sure?"
"Duh!"
"Then ask yourself this, young Turner. Who loves you more? A trio of ridiculous fairies who let me take you away-practically INVITED me in-along with everyone else who'd like to sic you right about now-a pair of idiots who have no idea how to raise a child?"
Timmy opened his mouth, and moved it soundlessly, no words breaking free. The Eliminator continued mercilessly.
"A group of miscreant CHILDREN? You're an idiot-an absolute FOOL, Turner-seeing as you don't seem to understand what you ARE in this little game. Even if I meet my end, The Darkness will STILL continue to chase you to the ends of the Earth-and beyond. It would take some recuperation time-but that won't stop it. As long as you're alive-there's no escape. Not even death will end it-you'd pass into the void knowing what you had done."
"Even if you're allowed to die a mortal death-which my Master would never permit if you're in IT'S clutches-the Darkness is LINKED to you now, you stupid boy. You are as much the Darkness as it is YOUR essence. It'll know you're alive, and pursue.
And, if you DID die, Turner-the Darkness would turn in on itself with its final and greatest counterattack.
The End. The end of all existent-all things that BREATHE, the sun, the stars….
…and your miserable, backwater planet would drown in fire.
And if you want to die knowing you've destroyed everything-go ahead! Keep running! Keep putting yourself in danger like an idiot!
And once the Darkness catches you-which it will-well you might as well understand why Kanone and everyone else in this blasted universe want to hunt you down.
The Darkness will not clasp you to its miserable heart again once it finds you.
You, Timmy Turner-your legacy, as the one to defeat the Darkness….
…is that you ARE the Darkness's heart."
And with that, the Eliminator plopped down to the floor, eyes flashing to yellow in power-down mode.
Shock.
Timmy stared his trembling hands in shock.
……what?
…………….
Stunned silence overtook him where he lay, biting his lip.
He wasn't fooled for a minute-the Eliminator was monitoring him-even in his sleep. If Timmy even moved-which, he doubted he could really pull off-he'd probably belted to his bed.
So Timmy was left alone in the dark, biting his lip, asking himself two very important questions:
One: Obviously, the Eliminator wasn't letting him out of sight for a few days-which was obviously in use for some serious power-down time.
Could the fairies even GET to him by then?
Timmy rolled slightly in his sleep, biting the edge of his pillow to stop himself from making a noise.
There was one other question: one extremely aggravating, seriously annoying, and one that was beginning to make the boy seriously frantic as he lay there on his poster, listening to his heart pound even more wildly against his ribcage-like a captive sparrow.
If he was brought to the Darkness again, was he even going to try to resist anymore?
"You, Timmy Turner-your legacy, as the one to defeat the Darkness….
…is that you ARE the Darkness's heart."
Timmy had to bury his head in his pillow to stop himself from screaming.