Timmy stood there in complete shock. No way was this real. It felt like some bizarre dream. This day had been nothing but one thing after another. And all of this stemmed from him going to Fairy World to try a pizza. How could this day have gone so far south so fast?

"You're lying." Timmy choked out.

There was no way such a thing like this was possible. They hadn't agreed to this. Who did he think he was pulling a trick like this

HP rolled his eyes and showed him the paper. "It says right here that your parents, which as you know by their signature, signed, giving up all paternal rights to you and fortified them to us."

"You tricked them. There's no way they would sign that? What did you tell them, that they won a cruise or something?" Timmy asked, not believing this was true.

He'd believe that story in a heartbeat. Maybe they could fight it in a magical court. Sure he'd still be an office boy but not controlled like Flappy.

"I did no such thing. I simply explained to them that we would be more than willing to take you off of their hands so that they could live the child free lives that they've always wanted in exchange for full rights to custody over Timothy Tiberius Turner ." Sanderson answered with a cool smile.

Timmy couldn't move. He stood there, mouth agape. He just couldn't believe it. Time felt like it had stopped.

"Now that that is out of the way. It's time to go Timmy." HP said.

Before Timmy could even utter a goodbye, they had vanished from Fairy World in a cloud of gray pixilated blocks. The bright colors of Fairy World were replaced with drab gray. Every building looked nearly identical. The only differences were the height and width, and that was probably a choice of functionality and not for form.

"Well Timmy, look at your new home for the rest of your life." HP said as he floated beside the shocked boy.

Timmy looked around, stunned. Everything was going by so fast. Timmy's ten year old mind could barely process what was happening. It felt like he was looking at his life through some sort of dream like state. Nothing felt real.

HP led him down the boring city streets where squat square gray cars were parked. The occasional pixy would float by with stacks of papers and briefcases. It was the same sights Timmy had seen before on a previous excursion to Pixy World, but without Cosmo and Wanda, there was no teather to reality. But this was his reality now and for the rest of his life.

"There is the coffee shop, important to know for all of the coffee runs that we are going to send out on. Coffee helps increase productivity by twenty-three percent according to studies that we've run." HP said as he pointed to a small one story building in between two tall skyscrapers.

"Right next to that is the printing services for all our large scale printing needs." HP gestured to a three story building that had the hum of constantly running printers.

At this point Timmy had started to retreat into his own head. Nothing HP said was registering at all. All Timmy could feel was an empty numbness as his stomach still tried to twist itself into smaller knots. It was all he could do to stop himself from breaking down. He just let his mind go blank and set himself on autopilot. He had done this enough when he first met Vicki.

Eventually the city blocks gave way to completely identical houses. It reminded Timmy of Dimmadome Acers except that place had color and small plots of grass. The houses in Dimmadome Acers were large mansion of houses, these were small, one story, and squat homes. These houses had nothing that resembled yards, instead they only had concrete large enough for the small gray pixy cars.

Timmy had been so lost in thought and shock that he almost didn't notice HP stop at the last house at the end of the block. He thought he caught the Pixy flash a victorious glance at his assistant but Timmy didn't care.

HP pulled out a key and handed it to Timmy. It was a simple key on a ring. Nothing more, nothing less.

"I'll let you have the honors." HP said with a smirk as he looked at the still stunned child.

Timmy grabbed the key. He took in a long and reluctant breath and stuck the key into the key hole. He turned it and opened the door.

The first thing that caught Timmy's attention was, well what do you know, more gray. Was there anything in this place that wasn't black, white, or gray? He figured that the homes would have some sort of personalization. Maybe that was too much to ask of the pixies. Although Timmy wondered if he could do something to it to make it feel more like home.

But besides the gray, Timmy noticed that this place was more of a studio apartment as opposed to a home. On the left was a small living room. There was a small black couch – at least it wasn't gray, a black coffee table, a lamp and a small bookshelf lined with monochoromatic books. If Timmy had to guess, the books were all probably instruction manuals on how to be boring. To the right was a small dining room table with a white table cloth and black chairs. A half wall separated the small kitchen that had the bare essentials, a microwave, stove, fridge, sink, and cupboards. There was a door that led to a small bathroom and another door that revealed a bedroom. Inside the bedroom was a gray bed, a small night stand, and lamp.

"There's only one bedroom." Timmy stated.

That was quite the oddity. Where did they expect him to stay? Where they going to use magic to make him another room?

HP nodded. "I am aware of that fact. Pixies live alone."

"So I'm supposed to live by myself then?" Timmy asked.

What was the point of them having him live in Pixy World if he was going to be by himself? He wondered why they wouldn't have just let him still live at home then. Besides he didn't know the first thing about being on his own. Sure Vicki wasn't the best baby sitter and made him do so much of the housework and all, but to have no one in his life to give him instructions on what to do was mind numbingly crazy. He was ten after all.

"Sanderson and I will be checking in on you. Besides, between school and work, you won't be spending too much time here anyways." HP replied.

"Wait, school?" Timmy asked. "I thought-"

"That you would be getting out of school now that we control every moment of your life now?" HP answered.

As stupid as it was for him to admit, Timmy thought that that might be the case. When HP said he'd be working for him for the rest of his life, and after securing parental rights, he figured that his life as he had known it was over.

Where would he be going to school? He doubted that pixies had kids. Timmy had no idea where they would even come from. Maybe they came into existence when someone died of boredom. That had to be it.

But maybe he'd go to the magical creature school Cosmo and Wanda went to. He had heard about an elementary school with all kinds of creatures. That was where they would be sending Poof. At least he might be able to catch a glimpse of them every now and again. But he somehow doubted that. It wasn't enough control over him.

Timmy nodded. "Well yeah."

HP rolled his eyes. "No having an employee with only a fifth grade education is not a good business practice. I or Sanderson will be taking you to school every morning. After school you will immediately go to work in my office until eight. After that, you will have until ten to get any homework done then its lights out. And since I have taken over your roll as guardian, I expect only the best out of you. That means straight A's in school and yes sirs at work? Am I clear?"

"Yes sir." Timmy said through clenched teeth.

HP smiled and looked at the clock. "Good. Now lights out is in fifteen minutes. You have school tomorrow."

With that said, the pixy disappeared leaving Timmy in his new home alone.