Thank you everyone who gave this story support while I was away. Also I changed HP's human name.
Dr. Fancy free looked over at Timmy and sighed. "Timmy, Mr. Sanderson and I are going to be back in a moment, alright?"
Timmy looked up from the game for a moment and nodded before diving right back into the game.
The Doctor chuckled. She motioned for HP to follow here. The two of them walked passed a few play rooms and into the office. She shut the door behind them.
"Is Timmy's possible ADHD the only thing you know about him having?" Dr. Fancyfree asked.
HP's interests we're piqued. He wondered where the doctor was going to take this conversation. It was going to open up so many doors to manipulate Timmy through though, he just knew it.
"I'm afraid that's all I know."
Doctor Fancyfree sighed again and walked over to her desk to sit down. She motioned for him to sit down. As soon as HP sat down she began to speak.
"After the incident regarding the sitter, I mentioned how his grades slipped and his personality took a negative change. But that isn't all that happened. For a while he became really reclusive. He stopped talking to friends, lost interest in after school activities, and asked me-" the doctor sighed. "He asked me if I thought his parents would he happier without him- an eight year old asked me that. After that he was on antidepressants for a while before we saw a significant change in him. It was like it was out of nowhere, but it we took it as a blessing and we slowly took him off of them. I'm worried that with this recent change of environment and you taking custody that these thoughts might start popping up again."
That change must have been when Cosmo and Wanda appeared in his life. HP knew that Turner had been miserable, but to that extent...
"Do do you suggest he go back on his old medication then?" HP asked.
The doctor took a moment to respond. "Not right away. But I do suggest that you keep him in a sport or some school activity. It will be easy to tell if he looses interest. He'll tell you that practice is cancelled when it isn't. That should be the first sign to bring him back for another evaluation."
HP nodded. This would complicate things. The last thing he wanted was for Turner to have fun, let alone be in a dangerous sport. But it would give him an edge. The sport could be held above Timmy's head and taken away at any signs of him acting out. It also might get Turner to trust him. With that trust he could mold him into a better Flappy that knew the inns and outs of Fairy World. Now the only questioned that remains was which sports to stick him in?
The appointment ended a lot sooner than Timmy expected. Yeah he and Dr. Fancyfree got a while to talk by themselves but it was just a little small talk on how he was handling this. All he could really say was that it was a big change and that this was all unexpected. Timmy told her that his godfather was a lot different than his parents, but it was something that he was going to get used to eventually.
More than anything, Timmy wanted to tell her everything, but it would end so badly if he did. She wouldn't believe him, or think that this was a way of projecting the situation. It could also land him in trouble with the magical world. But it was so hard keeping this side of himself a secret. He needed to vent it out somehow. Timmy was sure he could ask for a magical therapist, but he'd probably get every word sent to HP. That was the last thing he wanted was for the pixey to get more dirt on him. Maybe he could keep a journal, but again, the risk of HP finding out about how he really felt was too much of a risk.
But needless to say, Timmy had to leave the leave the therapists and all the fun to head back to pixey world with HP. They pulled up to the office and parked the car. Timmy hopped out and awaited orders. He wondered what kind of job HP would stick him with today.
"Now Turner, I still have some paperwork to finish, I need you to make sure that everyone in this building has the supplies they need. That includes getting more staples, fetching coffee, grabbing prints, even getting more pens. Whatever they need, you get them until I tell you otherwise. Do you understand?" HP asked.
Timmy nodded. "Yeah, I get it."
He sighed as the pixey pinged to his office. Timmy marched inside to the front desk. A pixey was mad at work jotting down on a piece of paper as a phone was held up to his ear. Before Timmy could ask what he needed, the pixey waved his pen for a second. So much for being worth one word.
Timmy took off down the hallway and stopped. No one had shown him where the supply room was. Did he have to run to another building to grab a stupid pen? Knowing his luck, that was probably the case. Well, maybe the gps on his phone would help. Pulling out his phone he typed "pen" into the gps. The screen loaded and pulled up a map to the supply store down the road, of course.
Spinning around and heading back outside, Timmy let out another sigh as he stepped into the gray dreary world. His feet ached in these black shoes. Taking that into consideration, he figured he had better stock up on some office supplies and take them back with him. The less trips the better.
HP had turned back into his normal form and called Sanderson into the office. He pinged up a stack of papers.
"We have much we need to discuss about Mr. Turner.