As soon as he had finished eating, he had been pinged outside. A squat gray car sat out front. Beside Timmy was HP, except he looked different than he normally did. He looked like a human. HP was as tall as his father and was wearing his usual gray suit. His hat was missing and his hair was mostly black with some hints of gray. It was definitely a strange sight, but Timmy couldn't help but wonder why he never looked like that before. Man, he was really going all out for this, wasn't he?
Timmy hopped in the back of the car behind HP so that he didn't have to look at him. He could just stare at the gray leather seat in front of him. The car started up and pinged outside of town. They took the most direct route to the school and parked out front.
The two of them made their ways through the empty halls. Each step echoed impossibly loud to Timmy. It was so strange seeing the school so empty. Not only that, but half the lights weren't even on yet. It was so dark, cold, and depressing and Timmy hated school now more than ever.
Timmy stuffed his hands in his pockets as he stood outside of the principal's office. HP knocked on the door to Pricipal Waxelplax's office. The redheaded principal opened up the door and had a look of confusion on her face.
"Oh my what's going on? Is Timmy Turner in trouble? I don't recognize you as a teacher? Are you new?" Principal Waxelplax asked.
Timmy could have sworn he heard HP mutter something under his breath.
"No I am not a teacher here. Although I do have some things that I would like to discuss with you and his teacher, Mr. Crocker if I'm correct." HP replied coolly.
Principal Waxelplax nodded and called grabbed the phone. Mr. Crocker was there in a flash before Principal Waxelplax could even finish dialing.
"Oh what's this about? Is Timmy ready to confess that he has.. Fairy-God-Parents!" Crocker asked.
Principal Waxelplax crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes. "No, I don't think so Mr. Crocker."
Mr. Crocker crossed his arms and groaned. "Darn." But then Mr. Crocker's attitude perked up. "Ah, but at least Mr. Tuner looks absolutely miserable."
Again Principal Waxaplax gave Mr. Crocker a death glare. Mr. Crocker cowered but then straightened up.
"I mean... of course it's to discuss the well being of my favorite student." Mr. Crocker said while forcefully patting Timmy's head.
Timmy scrunched down, trying to avoid his teacher's false affection and stepped to the side.
Principal Waxelplax did not seem throughly convinced but waved them into her office. She sat down behind her desk and Crocker pulled a seat up beside her. Timmy followed HP and sat down in one of the chairs in front of the desk.
"So... Mr..." Principal Waxelplax started to say.
"Mr. Sanderson." HP replied without missing a beat.
Of course, he should have known. Honestly, to Timmy, it wasn't surprising that all the pixies had the same name. They had the same face and seemed like replicas, why not have the same name right?
"Yes... Mr. Sanderson. What is this all about?" Principal Waxelplax asked sounding unsure about everything.
It took a lot of effort for Timmy to not slink down in his seat. This felt like some nightmare that he was never going to be able to wake up from. All he could do was fiddle with his fingers.
HP pulled out a stack of papers from his brief case. "As you can see from these papers, Mr. Tuner's parents have relinquished their responsibilities over Timothy. As his godfather..." HP gave Timmy a snide look. "... I now have full custody over him."
Timmy sunk down in his chair. Oh boy. This stunk. Big time.
"And as you know, a big transition such as this is hard on a child his age. But i assure you, if Timmy acts up in any way, please, let me know - immediately." HP said.
Just the way he said that made Timmy feel uneasy. It didn't help that as he said that he gave Timmy a look that sent shivers down his spine.
Principal Waxelplax looked stunned. "Oh my. What was the reason behind the change in custody?"
Timmy glanced over at Crocker. He could tell that his crazy teacher was on the verge of one of his "Fairy Godparent" rants, but was barely holding back. It was rare for his teacher to show much restraint. He then glanced at HP, wondering what reasoning that the pixey was going to come up with for the sudden change in custody.
"It's a personal reason. But I assure you, it is for Timmy's best interest." HP answered.
Principle Waxelpax didn't seem thoroughly convinced, but it was enough of a reason for her to drop it. Crocker's eyes darted back and forth between HP and Timmy. The boy wondered what was running through his teacher's head, no doubt trying to figure out how this added up with fairy godparents no doubt. Maybe the total look of misery on his face would dissuade his teacher from prying, but Timmy highly doubted that.
The moment HP had driven off and probably magically took himself back to Pixey World, Timmy yanked the tie off and messed up his hair. He untucked his shirt and grabbed a green hoodie from his locker. The color made Timmy's stomach twist with regret. If only he hadn't been so stupid, then he'd be here with Cosmo, Wanda, and Poof.
Timmy pushed his regrets to the side and put on his hoodie He found his gym shoes in his locker and switched out of the stupid dress shoes. Well, at least he looked halfway normal now.
Timmy trudged into his classroom. Crocker was in there and he looked up from a stack of papers. The teacher's eyes narrowed. What was he going to pull?
"So Tuner, what a strange turn of events, aye?" Crocker asked.
Timmy plopped down in his seat, throwing his backpack onto the floor. He folded his arms on his desk and set his head down. His desk felt so cold against his head. Maybe this wall all just a deranged fever dream.
"Yeah, I'd say." Timmy sighed.
Crocker looked back at his desk and raised an eyebrow He seemed to be staring at something. Timmy wondered if he was reading the book report he had turned in. His handwriting was one of the messier ones in the class.
"Hmm… interesting…." Crocker said to himself.
Nope. Crocker would never say that anything he had written was interesting. No, he was probably going to comment about fairy godparents any second now.
Crocker leaped out of his chair, with what looked like a bulky phone. He walked over to Timmy and waved it around him. Crocker tapped at his chin and hummed to himself and he tapped at the screen on the piece of technology.
"What are you doing?" Timmy asked.
Timmy knew it was pointless to ask. He knew what his teacher was going to say. Any second now.
"I'm barely finding any trace of fairy magic on you." Crocker replied, sounding lost in thought.
Timmy rolled his eyes. "Oh gee, I wonder why? Maybe it's because I don't have fairy godparents, like I've been saying all this time."
Crocker tapped at the machine again, his eyebrows furrowing even more. "So peculiar… I'm getting results from a totally different magical creatures."
"Naw, I think your machine is busted. Besides, magical creatures don't exist." Timmy said.
A thought occurred to Timmy. He wondered, if he exposed the existence of Pixies, would he be able to go back home, to his mom and dad? Would that void the contract that his parents signed? Or would it ruin any chance of him ever getting to see Cosmo, Wanda, and Poof again if he managed to be free of the pixies. It was a risk that was too great – for now.
The chatter of students filling into the building filled the air. Crocker and Timmy continued to glare at each other as the sounds came nearer.
"I'm on to you Tuner. Just watch out. I'm going to figure out why that Mr. Sanderson now has custody over you, one way or another." Crocker said before the door burst open, spilling with hyper children.