Hello there, everyone! This story will be taking place in an alternate universe where at the end of the episode "The Fairly Oddlympics", Anti-Cosmo ended up winning and Timmy became his godchild. However, after a while Timmy begins to like living with the anti-family and starts to see the creatures in a different light. This story is a spiritual continuation of Queen Reverie's story, "My Evil Godchild". It's a fantastic read and I highly recommend doing so before reading my story. Anyway, without further ado, let's see what sort of adventures will unfold for Timmy and his new family!

Do you remember exactly when your life changed?

Can you point to a moment, any moment in your entire life, and say with absolute certainty that that moment was when everything became different?

Timmy Turner could.

For him, that moment was the final event in the first ever Fairy World Games, a spoof of the Olympics conceived by Timmy himself as a way for the fairies, anti-fairies, and pixies to settle their disputes and earn the bragging rights of being the greatest magical species in the universe.

And to think, it started with the three races comparing pizza…

True, the anti-fairies and pixies had to cheat to win several events over the fairies, but they managed to tie the score up until the last event: a race spanning through several portals across time, leading to places like the Cretaceous, Camelot, and even the Revolutionary War. And the competitors? Timmy's own fairy godfather Cosmo, his evil genius doppelganger Anti-Cosmo, and HP, the Head Pixie. Timmy had the utmost confidence in Cosmo, and was well prepared to watch him cross the finish line and teach the anti-fairies and pixies an Aesop-esque moral about how cheaters never prosper.

If he had known what the reality was going to be, he wouldn't have made the additional bet with Anti-Cosmo and HP that if either of them ended up winning, he would legally belong to them, be torn away from his godparents and baby godbrother, and live in an evil magic world for the foreseeable forever.

If he had known the immediate future, he wouldn't have made that bet. There would be no Aesop-ing that day.

Because Anti-Cosmo won.

Not only did the anti-fairies win the Fairy World Games and all the bragging rights that came with it, but at that moment, Cosmo and Wanda were no longer Timmy's godparents...and Anti-Cosmo and Anti-Wanda were. After a tearful and heart-breaking goodbye, Timmy was whisked away to his new home: a dark dreary castle in the midst of Anti-Fairy World, the epicenter of darkness and bad luck for the entire universe.

Suffice to say, everything took a little getting used to.

After getting everything ironed out legally, Timmy had his fair share of changes in settling in, especially where family was concerned. He learned that Anti-Cosmo had erased his mother and father's memories of him and altered reality inside his previous house so no child had ever existed inside. A big, blue, square surprise had also smacked him in the face when the universe finally caught up to Poof's birth and produced an anti-fairy equivalent in the form of Foop, the so-called 'Dark Harbinger of the Doom Chime'. Luckily, Timmy had managed to bond and form a positive relationship with his new godbrother before too long. One particularly scary moment happened when Anti-Binky, an old rival of Anti-Cosmo's, tried to use the new family bond against him and murder Timmy via Smoof poisoning in order to take the throne. Fortunately, thanks to Anti-Cosmo, Anti-Binky ended up paying for his crime with his life and Timmy was fully healed. Anti-Cosmo, in a surprising act of humility and good will, then decided to release Timmy from his gambling obligations so he could live with his original godfamily in Fairy World.

But Timmy refused. Because over the few weeks he had spent with them, he had come to realize that anti-fairies had more in common with fairies than they were given credit for. They had individual personalities besides 'evil' and equal capacities for love and compassion as their counterparts. Anti-Cosmo and Anti-Wanda in particular acted much more like the parents that his own biological and even fairy parents never really had. They gave him attention, support, care, and even freedom that had always seemed to elude him before.

So as much as he missed Cosmo, Wanda, and Poof, Timmy chose to stay in Anti-Fairy World, because he now had a mission: to be living proof that anti-fairies were just as able to be godparents to human children as fairies were, and to give them that right and establish equality between the two species. Yes, Timmy could be selfish at times, but he knew in his heart that this was the right call. He knew the blue fanged creatures deserved a chance to have the same happiness that godchildren brought to fairies and he wouldn't stop until he had achieved his goal.

Little did he know, his efforts were about to yield some fruit…

Timmy's blue eyes blinked open and took in the dark yet surprisingly inviting replica of his old bedroom in Dimmsdale. He sat up in his dark bed with harmless blue flames on top of each post. He stretched, yawned, and jumped out, clad in his dark blue pajamas, and made his way over to his dresser. After discarding his pajamas, he put on his normal clothes. First was his usual black shirt. At first, it had a picture of a skull on it, but now it had changed to a blue star. The upper right point was missing and seemed to be inverted so that there was a black point shape pointing down toward the center. Also, there was a jagged gap separating the star nearly down the middle. It was the Anti-Fairy symbol and Timmy was proud to wear it. Next came his underwear and "evil" black shorts, which had taken some getting used to. Then went his white socks, black sneakers, and finally, his hat, which retained the same shape but was now a cool black instead of a silly pink. Timmy turned toward the mirror and smiled at himself. He ran his head through his black hair, which he had to admit had its appeal over brown.

He then waltzed out the door and down through the many halls and stairways of the castle that he had now memorized. Timmy then made his way through the foyer to get to the kitchen when suddenly, there were multiple zaps of blue magic that peppered around him from above, burning holes in the carpet. Timmy ducked and ran, holding his head over his hands. When he took refuge behind a couch, the source of the beams came swooping at him. Timmy reached under the aforementioned couch, pulled out a baseball bat, and whacked the thing into the opposite wall.

"Nice try, Foop!" Timmy laughed, "but you're gonna have to get up earlier than that to get the drop on me."

The blue baby crawled out of his dented flying bouncer and shook his head. "Well, a previously hidden weapon isn't exactly fair!"

"Fair? I won, didn't I?"

"True, dear Timmy, very true!" Foop smirked at his big brother. He then waved his magic training bottle and a stormcloud appeared over Timmy's head and drenched him. "And neither was that!" Foop taunted, flying past Timmy.

Timmy pulled his dripping hair out of his eyes. "Why you!" He laughed as he got ready to chase Foop. However, he stopped when he sensed a presence around him.

"...Hello? Is someone there?" Timmy said out loud. Predictably, he got no response. "...Foop?" Still nothing. Timmy furrowed his eyebrows. He knew that as head anti-fairy, Anti-Cosmo had his share of enemies, especially on the fairy side, and plus even though Timmy had been staying with them for a while, his status as the universe's only anti-fairy godchild coupled with his usual notoriety in the magic world guaranteed that someone was always interested in him for one reason or another.

"I'm warning you," Timmy called out. "You picked the wrong castle to bust into, and even without magic, I'm not someone you want to mess with, so you might as well show yourself!"

The mystery person made himself seen as he leapt onto the floor next to Timmy. He was an anti-fairy about the same height as Timmy with almost the same hairstyle. He had piercing green eyes and was dressed in dark ninja-like clothing so only those eyes were visible.

"Oh, hey, AC. You had me spooked for a second." Timmy said. The figure stared at him. "What's wrong? And what's with the getup?" The anti-fairy wordlessly started undoing the cloth covering his lower face. "I mean, I know you have to be all 'dark and creepy' for your job, but this is a little-"

Boing-oing-oing!

Timmy stared at the cartoonishly elongated nose that sprung free from the mask. The guest stared back.

"...You're not Anti-Cosmo."

"That's a negative, good buddy." The anti-fairy responded in a smooth voice. He walked over and extended his hand. "Anti-Schnozmo, at your service. A pleasure to finally meet ya, Timothy."

"You can just call me Timmy." Timmy said as he shook the man's hand. "And did you say your name was-"

"Anti-Schnozmo!" A southern accented voice rang out as Anti-Wanda rushed in. "Great to see ya!" She rushed in and hugged the new anti-fairy before he could protest.

"N-Nice to see you too, Anti-Wanda." Anti-Schnozmo grunted.

"Hey, AW," Timmy interrupted. "Who's-"

"Oh, how rude o' me!" Anti-Wanda said, suddenly noticing that her godson was there. "This here's Anti-Schnozmo, my Anti-Cozzie's big brother!"

"B-Big brother?" Timmy stammered. "Wait, if Anti-Cosmo has a-then does that mean Cosmo-"

"What are ya doin' here, buddy?" Anti-Wanda asked Anti-Schnozmo, who sighed and ran his head through his hair (which Timmy now realized had three layers compared to his and Anti-Cosmo's two). "If you recall, Anti-Wanda, my dear baby brother sent me to try and discover where the fairies are keeping their brownie recipe. Another failure, I'm afraid."

"Aw, don't ya worry none, Anti-Schnozmo, ya did your best!" Anti-Wanda said reassuredly.

"Yes, but you know how I hate letting my brother down when he's been counting on me."

"Um, hello?" Timmy said, reminding the two that he was there. "What's all this fuss about a brownie recipe?"

"Why Timmy," Anti-Schnozmo said in slight surprise. "I am only referring to the one and only Fairy Cherry brownies that are essential to winning the upcoming bake off!"

"Bake off?" Timmy said, even more confused.

"Oh yeah, the bake off! Man, is that a story!" Anti-Wanda said gleefully. "Ya see Timmy, thousands o' years ago, there was this big ol' battle 'tween the fairies and us anti-fairies to see which o' us would get godchildren!"

"Wait, really?"

"Uh-huh! And after a long time o' fightin', all of 'em decided they was tired o' the fightin' an' loss an' stuff like that! So instead, each year we have a bake off! Winner gets all them godchildren!"

"Whoa, seriously? Wait, all the godchildren? What about me?"

"What about ya?" Anti-Wanda asked cluelessly.

"I'll take it from here, sweetie." Anti-Schnozmo said. "When you made that bet with my brother, the official terms were you'd be his godchild forever, right?"

"Well yeah, but that doesn't mean-"

"Yeah, it wasn't easy to get that little technicality settled, but it was. That's why you apparently haven't been told about it yet. Until now it hasn't concerned you, since my little genius brother got it so you aren't included when the fairies win the godchildren all over again."

"So, that's legit?"

"Oh, yes, we anti-fairies may resort to underhanded schemes to get godchildren, but one day each year, we get the chance to do it fair and square. Of course, we may as well not, since in ninety thousand years, we haven't been able to come up with a dish that's anywhere close to the Fairy Cherry brownies!"

"How does the same dish win every single year for ninety thousand years?"

"Because they're just that good, that's why!" Anti-Schnozmo huffed. "The cherries are obviously from Cherry World, best cherries in existence there, but the rest of the recipe is a complete mystery. Nana Boom Boom keeps it locked up tight, simply impossible for any creature to get a hold of no matter how much I've tried!"

"Nana Who Who?"

"Not Who Who silly, Nana Boom Boom!" Anti-Wanda said with her big toothy smile. "Jorgen's gramma. She came up with them brownies at the first bake off and has been bakin' 'em every year since. We've never tasted 'em, but they's gots ta be good. She's the best baker in Fairy World! 'Course, we do have an Anti-Boom Boom…"

Outside in Anti-Fairy World, a small dilapidated building vaguely saying "Bakery" suddenly blew up.

"She's the worst baker in any world!"

"Indeed!" a British accent rang through the room. In through the door floated none other than Anti-Cosmo. "You'll find better edibles in Hairy World, and all food produced there is filled with hair!"

"Cozzie!" Anti-Wanda exclaimed, giving her husband a hug. Unlike his brother, Anti-Cosmo was plenty used to it. "How'd yer errand go?"

"Unfortunately, my dim beloved, I was not able to claim a brownie for analysis. I almost had one, but the big lug Jorgen caught me, though not without adding injury to insult by showboating his ignorance. Cupcake indeed! Hmph!" Anti-Cosmo looked down at Timmy. "Well, come along then, Timothy, I'll prepare breakfast before you head off to school." He said, floating off into the kitchen where Foop was already sitting in his high chair and making exaggerated threats for food.

"Apologies for the 'instant method', children, but my endeavor cost a bit of time, so here." Anti-Cosmo waved his wand and a plate of waffles and eggs appeared in front of Timmy as he sat down. A mashed version appeared on Foop's tray.

Timmy grabbed his fork and stuck a big bite into his mouth. "Mm. Greaf, Ante-Czzmnh."

"Swallow and speak, Timothy, I am not raising an anti-fairy dolphin, barbaric creatures," Anti-Cosmo said sternly.

"Srrh." Timmy swallowed. "Good waffles and eggs, Anti-Cosmo. A little dry, but good."

"A little dry?!" Foop exclaimed. "This tastes like it was pulled out of Death Valley! And not in a good way!"

"Don't complain, son. Now eat up, you both have school today. And for Timothy, it's your first day, so it's imperative you get the nutrition you need."

"Yeah, yeah," Timmy mumbled as he took another bite. "It's not like it's my first first day…"

"Each first day of school is just as important as the last, child," lectured the anti-fairy, "The beginning of sixth grade is a new, fresh start for everyone."

"Fifth."

"Hm?"

"I'm starting fifth grade, Anti-Cosmo."

"Oh...really?"

"Yeah, fifth."

"Ah...yes, of course, how silly of me." Anti-Cosmo said, shaking his head for a bit. "Now hurry up, the both of you. You do not wish to be late."

Timmy and Foop finished their breakfasts in time for Foop's Spellementary School bus to pull up. Foop poofed his backpack onto his back and rushed outside while Anti-Cosmo gave Timmy his and poofed him down to Dimmsdale Elementary School on Earth.

After he was gone, Anti-Cosmo floated there for a moment.

"...Crumpet?"

"Hm?" His wife mumbled, hovering next to him with a plate sticking halfway out of her mouth. "...How long was Timothy with his old godparents, Cosmo and Wanda?"

Anti-Wanda spit out the plate. "Gee, I dunno. Maybe a year or so?"

"And how long has he been our godchild?"

"...Hmm, maybe a month? A couple? Seems like forever, A-huy!"

'Yes, it does...are you sure he hasn't lived with us longer?"

"Well gee, honey, we got 'im when he was...uh, ten, right? And here he is, still bein' ten. We haven't had 'im that long."

"Hm...I suppose." Anti-Wanda then started on the dishes (which usually involved licking them. Anti-Cosmo would clean them himself later). Despite what Timmy had said, Anti-Cosmo could have sworn Timmy had passed the fifth grade. Plus, if he wasn't mistaken, Timmy's gaze had shifted to the right when he had confirmed which grade he was in. The head anti-fairy had suddenly been overcome with a knot in his stomach; a feeling in his gut that something wasn't right.

And while it may have been his fairy double that tended to ignore his head in favor of absurd feelings clouding his judgement, Anti-Cosmo couldn't help but feel he needed to act on this one.

"Excuse me, my beloved. I will be right back."

"Uh-huh." Anti-Wanda said absentmindedly as she licked another plate. Anti-Cosmo suppressed a shudder and poofed away.

About an hour later, Anti-Cosmo poofed into his office with an absurdly long roll of paper in his arms. Even though the capitol fairies at Fairy World were less than pleased to see him (a lot less), he was Timmy's legal fairy godparent, and as such, he had certain rights and privileges in Fairy World now. For example, upon request, he received a list of every single wish Timmy had ever made since Cosmo and Wanda were first assigned to him. It may have seemed like a bit of an extreme measure, but that knot in Anti-Cosmo's stomach seemed to think it was a good idea. Even though the anti-fairy knew all too well how much of a big wisher Timmy could be, he was surprised by how big the list was. There were hundreds of thousands of items on it, easily! And all of this in less than two years? This gave even more credit to Anti-Cosmo's looming feeling that something was very wrong.

"I suppose I could just confront Timothy about it...but if he's been hiding something, no doubt he'll keep trying to do so, and I don't even know specifically what's wrong, so here goes...this is going to take longer than I thought…" Good thing he was so used to scanning through paperwork! He would read through Timmy's wishes until he got to something that might explain the uncomfortable feeling he couldn't shake. "Well, best get sta-" Anti-Cosmo cut himself off when his eyes landed on the top of the list.

"...A bathtub full of gelatin? That was his first wish?"

When Anti-Wanda delivered a charred black lump to Anti-Cosmo for lunch, he was knee deep in paper. He was so focused on reading that he absentmindedly picked up the lump and bit into it, not even bothering to use his wand to transform it into something appetizing.

"...A trio of superheroes, an atomic submarine, Irish dancers, cleaning products, fried chicken, a beauty pageant, the Chinese Olympic gymnastics team…"

"...time altered to perpetual playtime, time restored to normal, time altered again to permanent television-watching time…"

"...an A on a pop quiz, winning a footrace in school, his crush returning his feelings, heh, I remember granting those...having the flu, chicken pox, irritable bowel syndrome, Vicky babysitting, me being placed back in prison, aaand I remember Cosmo and Wanda granting those…"

"...piles of dirty dishes for his mother, a twin brother for his babysitter, a gargantuan amount of back hair for his father, his godparents' hearing restored to normal, ah that explains it…"

"...Vicky turned into a hiker, Vicky turned into a walking tree, his parents transformed into dogs, Tootie transformed into a bee, Trixie Tang reduced to an image on a poster, AJ's head blown into the shape of an egg…"

Even later, Anti-Wanda picked Timmy up from school whereas Foop just came home via the bus. Anti-Cosmo barely acknowledged them because all the tedious reading was starting to take its toll on him.

"a magic television remote...another magic television remote...memories and mindsets reset to before the business with the magic television remotes…" Anti-Cosmo yawned. "My word. Maybe I should take a break. Perhaps I was wrong." Even as he started to get up, his droopy eyes scanned the next few wishes.

"traveling inside a new comic book world...exiting the new comic book world...exiting an alternate version of the new comic book world...Cosmo forgetting the last wish he granted…"

Anti-Cosmo stopped. He read that one again.

"Cosmo forgetting the last wish…?" the aforementioned fairy's blue double looked back to the item immediately above it on the list and back down again.

"Now why would he make Cosmo forget returning him home from an absurd comic book parallel universe? Unless…" Anti-Cosmo furrowed his brows.

Timmy was in his room playing the latest Willy Wombat video game. He was interrupted when his godfather asserted his authority by coming in without even respecting his privacy by knocking first. "Timothy,"

"Oh, hey, AC." Timmy said, barely leaning over or taking his eyes off the screen as he made the short round orange creature with an overbite even bigger than his own jump and smash through boxes and enemies alike.

"Please pause that, Timothy, I have something to discuss with you."

"Okay." Timmy said, pausing the game. "What's up? Oh, and I finished my homework, by the way."

"I'm certain you did, my boy." Anti-Cosmo said, allowing a small and proud smile to come to his face, reflecting on how ever since he had taken over Timmy's education, the boy had vastly thrived, constant Fs a thing of the past. Anti-Cosmo banished the smile, however, remembering he had business to attend to.

"Even though you've informed me of many of your greatest past adventures, I recently decided to be a little more thorough and requested a list of every wish that's ever been magically granted to you, whether by fairy, genie, or anti-fairy, from Fairy World's personal record of you." He said as he held up the list.

"Oh, that's what that is! Long list, huh?"

"Indeed. And while most of them speak for themselves, there's one I'm perplexed by."

"Oh? Which one is that?"

"This one here that says you wished for Cosmo to forget the last wish he granted to you."

Timmy's eyes widened and his face paled. Exactly the type of reaction Anti-Cosmo had been hoping for.

"Oh, that-that's nothing! Cosmo just, um, he, ah, mixed up one of my wishes and gave himself plastic surgery! He wanted to keep it, but we all wanted it to go away, heh heh, trust me, you don't need to know more than that."

"Yes, I assumed so when I read that wish. However, that one was much earlier on the list. The one I am talking about is right after your apparent escape from a fictional comic book multiverse?"

"Oh yeah, the Bubble Butt Boy comics. Talk about a letdown. And even after I wanted to leave that snoozefest, I was still in the comic book reality for a while without knowing it. After I got out, I, uh, wished for Cosmo to just forget the whole thing because, well, all the parallel-not-real universes blew his mind, and you know Cosmo, his mind's bad enough when it's not blown..."

"So that's why you erased just the wish of getting you out, and not the wishes that got you into and carried you further into the mess in the first place?"

"Um…"

Anti-Cosmo flew into Timmy's face. "Don't lie to me, child. You are hiding something. And do not attempt to wish your way out of this, I make the rules in Anti-Fairy World, remember?"

"Y-Yeah…"

"And since the real wish was apparently so important you saw fit to take the extra effort to erase the memory from Cosmo who can barely even remember how to function half the time, I can only come to the conclusion that the wish is not actually on the list, which means that it is…" Anti-Cosmo paused a moment while lightning flashed outside of Timmy's window. "...a Secret Wish!"

Timmy started sweating and his eyes darted around the room.

"A wish that is excluded from the official Fairy World record, which I believe was officially outlawed in 1986, when a godchild made a Secret Wish that created a tree-sized cockatiel that fired lasers and feasted on fairies."

"Oh, really? That sounds bad."

"Yes, and now, off-record wishes are considered the ultimate violation of fairy law. Yet you for some reason saw fit to have one. And now, you are going to explain yourself. Remember, don't try to weasel your way out, it will only make things worse."

Timmy's eyes darted some more, trying to look anywhere but at his anti-fairy godfather's disapproving gaze. After a moment, he couldn't take it anymore.

"Okay, okay, I admit it! I made a Secret Wish!"

"Mm-hmm."

Timmy sighed. "Okay. It all started the summer after I finished fifth grade, when Cosmo and Wanda told me that even if I never revealed their existence, when I got older and became a grown up, I would lose them forever and forget I ever had them. So I-"

"They TOLD you that?!" Anti-Cosmo interrupted. Timmy nodded. "...How incompetent WERE those two?!" Anti-Cosmo exclaimed, turning and pacing around the room for a bit. "As if intentionally leaving and even placing you in danger was not enough, no, let's just crush the child's spirit here and now!" He huffed and turned back to Timmy. "Apologies. I briefly lost myself. Please, continue."

"...So, anyway, I didn't want to lose them, I thought my parents didn't care about me at all, and since cartoon characters never age, I figured I'd take Cosmo and Wanda and run away into the world of TV using a magic remote I wished for. I even have a musical number about it I didn't get to do, if you're interested..."

"You're stalling, Timothy."

"Whaaaat? No I'm noooot…"

Anti-Cosmo folded his arms.

"Okay. So I already had one remote, but Vicky stole it, and as it turned out, used it to take over the world and create a miserable dystopian future. So this really awesome future me came back in time from that crappy future to change it. He chased me into the TV universe, we teamed up, kicked butt, stopped Vicky, and I ended up going back to my parents because they made a commercial saying how much they missed and loved me."

Anti-Cosmo scoffed.

"I mean it! I know they weren't the greatest parents, okay they were terrible, but they had their moments, and that...that was probably their best one…" Timmy paused to wipe his eyes. Anti-Cosmo's gaze softened a little, but not much.

"Anyway, so everything went back to normal, and I accepted the fact that I was going to lose my fairies when I grew up. I thought I had it all figured out, but then…"

"It wore off?" Anti-Cosmo snarked.

"Hey, I have a short attention span! And since my parents were back to normal too, I realized I wasn't quite as ready to deal with that reality as I thought...So yeah, I made Cosmo grant a Secret Wish that I wished he'd forget afterwards."

"And that was?" Anti-Cosmo pressed.

"Okay, don't be mad, but...I secretly wished that everyone would stop aging so I could stay ten years old and keep my fairies until I was ready to grow up and lose them."

"Stop...aging?" Anti-Cosmo repeated. "Everyone in the-the whole world?"

"Basically."

"So that's why it feels like so much time has-because time actually has-I-I don't know what to be more impressed by, Cosmo being able to grant a wish of this magnitude or that he included a spell that would prevent anyone from noticing, especially above..." Anti-Cosmo stopped and took a breath. "...How long has it been?" He asked in a serious tone.

Timmy gulped. "Fifty years."

"F...f-f-f-f...f-fi-f-f-fi-fiiiii...:" the guardian of Anti-Fairy World trailed off. Outside he seemed mostly frozen, but inside, his head was spinning. Reeling with all the realizations and implications of what Timmy had done. Five whole decades had passed by with everybody's lives remaining virtually unchanged. Half of a century, gone in what seemed like a blink. Anti-fairies may have been inclined to do evil and torturous things, but Timmy had unknowingly created a limbo, a punishment, that was beyond what even the most cruel of anti-fairies were capable of. Images spun through Anti-Cosmo's head of babies and children never getting to grow up, teenagers trapped in the most horrible, painful, hormone-filled stages of their lives, parents having to put up with children of all ages and never getting their lives back, middle-aged people never getting to retirement, elderly living in pain and waiting for the final sweet release, and all of them being completely unaware that their times and goals were completely out of reach, continually looking forward to a tomorrow that would never come.

And pregnant women…

Anti-Cosmo openly shuddered. He turned back towards his godson. "Unwish it."

"AC, I just wanted...I-I didn't mean-"

"This. Instant."

Timmy gulped again. "I...I unwish my Secret Wish."

Anti-Cosmo raised his pitch-black wand to the sky. The star on the end lit up a glowing dark blue.

Outside Anti-Fairy World in the depths of space, the entire planet Earth was covered by a blue cloud of magic dust that read, 'AGE!'

A smaller version of the cloud appeared over Timmy. Timmy clenched his eyes shut, slowly lifted up his hands, and creaked his eyes open. He blinked in confusion and looked himself over. He ran a hand over his head. "Oh thank goodness, I still have hair!" He said in relief.

"Of course you do." Anti-Cosmo said with a raised eyebrow. "What, you expected to suddenly be sixty years old? You thought that undoing your wish would mean instantly removing five whole decades from the lifespan of everyone on Earth, including those who don't have that long to live?"

"Well, I-"

"Nonsense. You stopped the timer for the entire planet, I merely got it going again. From now on, everyone will age as they normally would." Anti-Cosmo took a moment to cover his eyes. "Timothy Tiberius Turner, of all the pea-brained, irresponsible-"

"I know, I know! I kept it going way too long!"

Anti-Cosmo uncovered his eyes. "You shouldn't have-"

"Done it in the first place, yeah, probably not, but...I didn't make that wish to keep magical fairies, I made it to keep Cosmo and Wanda, and later Poof. They're my best friends, they were my family! I couldn't imagine life without them in it! And now it's the same with you guys! I have everything I need now, I don't want to live knowing I'm gonna lose it! Plus, I need to stay here to prove that anti-fairies can be godparents and everything."

Anti-Cosmo sighed. "I hear your reasoning, Timothy, and I understand it. But here's the thing: what you were trying to avoid all this time we're fairy rules. I decide the rules for anti-fairy godchildren, remember? Not only do you not have to forget any of this, not only do you never have to live your life without us in it, you never even have to grow up if you don't want to!"

"Wait, really?!"

"Really...but only you, not every life form on the entire elder-forsaken planet!"

"Yeah, got it…"

"And I suppose since no one was really aware of just how much more dead-end their lives had become, and they can now proceed as if nothing happened, there was no permanent damage...so, I'll be lenient. I expect an essay consisting of no less than three pages (in addition to the title page) detailing exactly how much of a poor idea your Secret Wish was, and all the consequences that were inflicted because of it."

"Wh-three whole pages?!"

"If single-spaced. Six if double. And that is the bare minimum; you know how much I encourage extra effort in academia!"

"...Fine." Timmy grumbled.

"That's the boy I'm raising." Suddenly, Anti-Cosmo felt a pull on his body, as if he was about to be magically poofed somewhere else. "You have until dinnertime tomor-" He winked away.

"-row." He finished in his new location.

"ANTI-COSMO!" A deep voice boomed above him. A quick glance around told Anti-Cosmo that he was in a circular courtroom with a ridiculously high stand. Four humanoid figures floated behind the top of the stand dressed in robes: one blue, one pink, one purple, and one teal. Floating above each of their heads was a standard fairy crown.

"You have been summoned before the Fairy Council to answer for your recent action." The blue-robed man continued, nothing but a mouth and pure yellow eyes showing from the hood that covered his face.

"Answer how?" Anti-Cosmo inquired.

"...What the heck just happened?!" The blue guy said in a much more casual tone of voice. Anti-Cosmo suppressed a chortle at the change.

"We just felt a wish alter the Earth's very state of being. Or maybe...un-alter it…?" The teal one trailed off.

"We know you did something that altered the very fabric of the universe," the pink one said, pointing down at the anti-fairy, "but everything seems normal now. It felt like...our robes were freshly cleaned while we were still wearing them."

"Was that really the best analogy you could come up with?" The purple one asked.

"It doesn't matter!" The blue one interrupted. "Anti-Cosmo, the wish came from Timmy Turner and was granted by you, so explain yourself."

"Well, your honors, apparently Timothy's previous godparents made the grave misjudgement of informing him that their involvement in his life was on a time limit, as were his very memories of their existence." the anti-guardian explained.

"They TOLD him that?!" The teal Council member said in surprise.

"That is what I said! Anyway, in an attempt to banish the stress until he was ready to deal with it, that incompetent boob Cosmo actually did his job correctly for once and granted Timothy a Secret Wish."

"A Secret Wish?!" The blue member repeated. "But that is the ultimate violation of fairy law!"

"What did he wish for?!" The purple member demanded.

"Since Timothy couldn't draw suspicion to himself by staying the same while everyone else changed, he wished that every living being on the entire planet would stop aging as long as he saw fit."

"WHAAA?!" The Council exclaimed in shock.

"And he did this fifty years ago."

"...!" The fairy elders looked ready to faint any second.

"Fifty years...and no one's aged…" The blue member stammered. "How did we never notice this? How did Father Time never notice this?!"

"Not to worry, your honors, the moment I discovered this, I made him unwish it, as you can see, and he is being punished accordingly as we speak: a college-level paper detailing everything he did wrong."

"An essay?!" The purple member yelled. "That is not nearly good enough!"

The pink member decided to chime in. "For this, we should erase Timmy's memories of everything magical, throw him back into his home on Earth, and revoke every wish he's ever made so it's like he never had fairy godparents in the first place! Timmy Turner has to be the absolute worst fairy godchild ever!"

Anti-Cosmo's eyes widened, then slowly narrowed. "I beg your pardon?" He slowly asked.

"Oh, come off it, British boy," the pink member continued, "even if this alone wasn't incriminating enough, Jorgen's fussed plenty and written many reports about Turner's over the top behavior and dangerous wishing habits! It's obvious he doesn't deserve to have fairies in the first place!"

While the rest of the Fairy Council was staring at the pink member for his outbursts, Anti-Cosmo calmly took off his monocle and began wiping it. "I see. I suppose we anti-fairies really do have things backwards."

The pink member raised an eye ridge.

"Here I was under the impression that the purpose of being a godparent was correctly raising a child because their real parents weren't going to. You know, helping them in required areas, taking the time to understand them and dissuade them from destructive behavior in ways they can understand, taking responsibility for their lack of accomplishment instead of blaming the child for everything, how ridiculous…"

The pink guy looked ready to zap the blue fairy, but the blue man cut him off with a look. "What exactly are you insinuating, Anti-Cosmo?"

"I am insinuating that perhaps the fairies have become too self-righteous in their godparenting methods, and simply demand the results and personality from the child that they want instead of working to achieve it."

"There is a limit." The pink member spoke through gritted teeth.

"Yes, but perhaps the fairies have grown so accustomed to their own expectations and enjoyment that they sacrifice patience and humility. And as for Timothy being the worst, I certainly think not!"

"Oh? And how so?" The purple member asked gruffly.

"While the Secret Wish was the worst he had done, it is passed now, and aside from several inhabitants possibly having become subconsciously stressed, worn and bitter about their unchanged living situations, there is no major harm done. Additionally, Timothy made that wish and kept it going to remain with his fairy family, which if we're being entirely honest with ourselves is his real family."

The teal member sniffled and wiped his eyes. "He has a point, you guys…"

"Hmph! And what of all his other dangerous wishes?" The pink member demanded. He snapped his fingers and summoned the printed list from Anti-Cosmo's pocket and into his hand. With millenia-practiced reading speed, he skimmed through them with the other Council members reading over his shoulder.

"Catastrophic weather just to prove his mother right, multiple monster attacks, messing up the timestream on more than one occasion, alien invasions, Earth almost getting destroyed through multiple means: aliens, the April Fool, separating genders by a wall, Halloween costumes brought to life, anti-fairies…"

Anti-Cosmo coughed into his hand. "Yes, well, but have you noticed that none of those things are actively present anymore? Aside from the occasional recurring antagonist, Timothy's worst wishes have been reversed and self-contained, which is more than can be said for other godchildren's wishes that have caused natural disasters and international clashing, the consequences of which are felt to this day. May I remind your honors that a fairy godchild (another one of my counterparts', I might add) was directly responsible for the instigation of World War I? Which included a murder, if I'm not mistaken. Yes, Timothy Tiberius Turner is a far cry from perfect, but he is a much further cry from the worst ever, not that my opinion as his official godparent should mean anything…"

"Alright, Anti-Cosmo, get off your soap box." The blue member deadpanned. "We're not going to do anything to Turner anyway; normally, we'd put him on trial for being the worst godchild ever, but we can't do that because-"

"Because the fairies who granted the so-called incriminating wishes aren't his godparents anymore?" Anti-Cosmo asked with a noticeably big smirk.

"...Yes." The Council member spat. "When he officially transitioned from being Cosmo and Wanda's godchild to yours, he started over with a clean slate. You know, legally. Not like that mind-wiping stunt he pulled with Jorgen after that, that catastrophe with the Fairyversary muffin."

"Ugh, don't remind me!" The pink one groaned. "We let that go because there was enough red tape already!"

"Anyway," the teal one took over, "he's actually been doing a much better job with his wishes since he made the switch,"

"So far." The pink one said threateningly.

"Yes, well, if that is all you required me for, I do have many duties being the ruler and guardian of Anti-Fairy World, not to mention a husband and father, so with your permission…"

The blue member sighed and waved his hand, poofing Anti-Cosmo home.

"Get Jorgen von Strangle in here." He spoke into his still glowing hand. With an atomic poof, the toughest fairy in the universe made his entrance.

"Your excellencies called me?" The brawny fairy grinned, trying as always to suck up to his superiors. The Council members gave him a summary of what had just happened. Jorgen's jaw dropped.

"Turner made a Secret Wish?! And him and everyone on planet Earth are actually fifty years older?! I knew he was trouble, but this-"

"At ease, Jorgen," the blue member interrupted, "it's all been settled. Go and inform Cosmo and Wanda about what Timmy did."

"Wait, what?! That's it? Aren't we going to do anything else? And why should I tell those puny fairies anything? They don't even have the right to-"

"Jorgen," the blue one cut off again, "as it is, we can't legally do anything about this. Also, you may have forbidden those two from being fairy godparents ever again, and we trust you on that decision, but they have a right to know about the wish they granted. Just tell them about the Secret Wish, and make sure they know not to tell anyone else."

"...Fine." Jorgen grumbled and poofed away.

"...Has this really all been settled?" The purple member asked the blue one who sighed.

"I wish it was, friends, but something tells me this is just beginning…"