Timmy sat on the couch in his living room playing Halo 3 and doing rather well considering he was playing on Legendary, he hadn't died in over an hour now and was fully in the immersed in the game play. Of course the reason he was doing so well was not by his own skill alone, the TV screen was split across horizontally and from what he could tell his co-op partner wasn't half bad herself, easily using tactics one would not expect from someone who didn't play video games as much as she would like.
What struck Timmy however was the fact that the person he was playing with was certainly not someone he would ever consider playing with in the first place.
He was playing with Vicky.
"Don't forget to use the motion tracker Vicky."
"I am using it Twerp, don't forget to use the shotgun rather than save it for later and then just never use it at all!"
"Hey I'm just saying, that brute chieftain got you because you didn't watch the motion tracker, and also, you never know when you will need a scatter-gun might as well save it for a tough enemy rather than waste it on every grunt you see."
"Not my fault the brute chieftain is so goddamned sneaky, I didn't even hear him approach, I took cover to recharge my shield, heard a brute, and suddenly was on my way to the moon! And you do hoard the shotgun and never use it, you usually just forget you have it and it collects dust on your back!" She was getting just slightly flustered from this argument he could tell.
"I'll give you that they are unusually sneaky for five hundred pound ape men, but that is what the motion tracker is for, brutes can't use active camouflage." He was going to ignore the shotgun comment on the basis that it was true to an extent.
"Whatever Twerp, lets just finish the level I need a break."
"I'll agree with you there, playing on Legendary is stressful."
Before they could continue there was a clicking noise as the TV and game system shut off simultaneously, half a second later Timmy and Vicky were plunged into darkness as all the lights in the house went off.
"What the?!" they both exclaimed.
What Timmy and Vicky had failed to notice during their gaming session was that a mass of thunderclouds heralding a storm had moved in over Dimmsdale and had apparently knocked out the power in much of the area.
"Well shit, I guess the power's out Twerp, and it's likely to be out for a while in this weather."
Vicky had moved over to the window and was now looking outside at the chaos the storm was causing: rather strong winds and heavy rainfall. She was surprised that neither of them had noticed the storm before now.
"Probably a bad time to mention my parents had a candlelit dinner a few weeks ago and forgot to blow out the candles, they melted down to nothing and my parents haven't gotten around to buying more yet."
"Awesome. Well stay here, I'll go find a flashlight or something."
"Alright, be careful Vicky."
"Yeah, yeah, I'll be fine."
Vicky made her way towards what her memory suggested was the kitchen and thought she was doing alright until she collided with the door frame of the kitchen with an audible thump.
"Ow! God damn everything!"
"I told you to be careful!" Said Timmy amongst poorly concealed giggles.
"Fuck you." Vicky was less than amused at his finding her in pain to be amusing.
A few minutes later Vicky returned with all she could find: a small flashlight that could be cranked by hand to have a brighter light that also had a built-in radio.
"I guess that will work..."
"Well it doesn't really matter what you guess because it's all we've got. At least it won't run out of power when we need it."
They sat in silence for what seemed like hours but was, in reality, a few minutes, before Timmy spoke up:
"Well now what do we do?"
"Well we could tell scary stories until we got tired enough to fall asleep."
"I don't know any."
"Well I do..." She said this as she put the light under her face in the classic 'get ready for a scary story' expression.
"That doesn't surprise me."
"What are you trying to say Twerp?"
"That I'm not surprised that the self proclaimed "Evil Babysitter" knows a scary story or two."
"Wha? Whatever do you mean?" Said Vicky with a tone of mock hurt in her voice. "I'm not evil... I think you know that better than anyone Twerp..." She said this last part in a huskier and knowing tone, one that brought a slight dusting of pink to Timmy's cheeks. Thankfully the light was on her, not him, so for now he could hide it, though he suspected that she already knew it was there.
"I-I did say self proclaimed didn't I?" He was getting slightly nervous now.
He looked over to Vicky's illuminated face to see a sly smile on her face, a knowing smile.
"W-Whatcha thinking about V-Vicky?" The nervousness in his voice continued to betray him.
"Oh you know..." She clicked off the flashlight and again the two of them were plunged into darkness. He heard the flashlight drop to the floor and shuffling from Vicky's end of the couch before becoming acutely aware of Vicky's right side pushing into his left and her arm snaking around him. Now in the darkness Timmy could only see the outline of some things but he could smell the slightest hint of perfume that Vicky wore, a scent he was only familiar with when the two of them were unusually close to one another, he could never quite place it because in these rare moments of such close proximity his mind was near to blank from the feeling he got from her being so close. He felt her turn his head ever so slightly towards where he assumed by their closeness her head was and felt himself partially by his own volition and partially by something else move his head towards her, the seconds passed by agonizingly slowly and just as he thought their lips would touch...
BOOM
Timmy awoke with a start, he had been awoken by a thunderclap from his dreamworld. Looking outside revealed a perfectly sunny day, not a cloud in sight, a glance at the alarm clock revealed it was twelve fourteen in the afternoon which made sense after all, school was out and he had stayed up rather late celebrating that summer was finally here and because of a certain wish he had made that night...
"What a strange dream..."
Now he had at times dreamt of girls he knew, mostly Trixie Tang at first and occasionally of Tootie a few times but never ever Vicky. She was pure evil, well, maybe not pure evil, but she was pretty damn evil as far as people he knew. If she knew he had been dreaming about her like that then that would be it, he would be dead. Vicky's wrath was legendary and even the king of hell was powerless when faced with her.
"She would make a good ally in life if she didn't hate me with such burning passion..." He mused to himself.
Now that he thought about it, what was that thunderclap he heard? The sky was clear and the only time that ever happened was when Vicky was approaching, which was thankfully for him an impossibility due to the wish he made.
Despite the protests of Wanda (and not so much Cosmo) that Timmy needed Vicky around to keep his Godparents as long as possible, (after all he had Vicky to thank for getting them in the first place) Timmy had had enough and was sure that he could simply wish that Vicky would retire from babysitting and then convince his parents he no longer needed to be watched by proving how mature he was, (he also figured that if that didn't work then he would just wish they would see him as mature enough). He was actually quite impressed that he thought this through so far. So against her better judgment (and Cosmo's lack of judgment) the wish was granted and to hell with anyone who disagreed.
"Eh, maybe Vicky is just ruining Tootie's life since she quit."
Cosmo and Wanda poofed from their fishbowl into their fairy forms to greet their godchild.
"Sleep well sport?"
"Of course, aside from a weird dream sleeping in this late is great!"
"Hey, you rhymed!" Said Cosmo.
Ignoring her below average intelligence partner, Wanda asked:
"Wanna talk about this weird dream of yours?"
"Hmm... Nope!" Exclaimed Timmy.
He did but it was rather embarrassing to think about and could possibly be detrimental towards his health should Vicky somehow get wind of it, so he figured better to keep it locked away for now.
"Actually I thought of a wish that might be good."
With a small amount of dread Wanda asked what the wish was:
"What did you have in mind sport?"
"I wish summer vacation would last longer!"
"Timmy I don't think that-
"Done!" Exclaimed Cosmo. As he raised his wand there was a distinct poofing sound.
"Sweet! How long will it last?"
"Well I didn't want to break the space time whatever-it's-called so I just made the three months three times longer."
"Great! I get a longer vacation and the universe doesn't divide by zero. Win/Win!"
Wanda had to admit that the wish was rather conservative for one of Timmy's, but then Cosmo interrupted and made a mildly smart choice which was rather uncharacteristic for him.
"Maybe there is nothing to worry about for once..."
"What's that?"
"Nothing Timmy, just thinking out loud."
As Timmy headed to the shower he mused about the turn of events his life had recently taken: a few months ago he woke up one day and realized that he felt nothing for Trixie, this was late in coming he thought later as he should have given up after he made that wish that made him and her the only people left on Earth and she went insane and nearly killed him because she evidently could no longer survive without constant attention from people. Maybe her parents didn't love her as much as they should have or maybe the loved her too much growing up, either way he felt that it was better this way and realized his constant pining had become rather pathetic anyway.
Tootie, on the other hand, had finally given up on chasing after him after what felt like (and very well could have been) years. One day after rebuffing her and pulling out his handy dandy restraining order she stopped and stared at him with an almost empty expression on her face and said in a voice that was just barely audible: "Vicky was right about you" at the time he was deeply confused by this, Vicky tortured her younger sister at every chance she got, though he had heard that over the years they had finally (though very slowly) began to bury the hatchet and act like sisters to each other. So maybe it had something to do with them having a 'girl talk'. In the end he felt that he might have been somewhat mean in his own right towards her and approached her extending an offer of friendship towards her which she gladly accepted. So after explaining the situation to his friends they had all become their own little group and looked out for each other when people like Francis were around.
Still it somewhat saddened him that Tootie had given up as despite her craziness he realized that no one was pining after him now. His timing had been poor too, because it was a week after Tootie had given up on him that his realization came about Trixie.
"Just bad luck I guess..." He thought to himself.
After showering and getting dressed Timmy made his way downstairs to the kitchen for breakfast.
"Or was it lunch now? Brunch? Whatever."
His parents were no where to be found which didn't really surprise him, they weren't exactly good at the whole parenting thing after all. Plus he was, unusually enough, able to convince them that he was mature enough to stay home by himself, surprising, but he chalked it up to being a bonus of the wish he made for Vicky to retire. They acknowledged that he was mature without a fuss and said they were so proud that he was growing up. This opened up a world of new possibilities for Timmy but he would think on that later, food, then thinking.
What he did find warranted investigation: a note on the kitchen table that was rather long compared to those he had grown used to that were usually just the bare minimum of facts.
"Let's see... Dad got a promotion... they're going on vacation without me...again...
(Timmy's brain had long ago learned to simply skim over the longer notes and just look for the important parts.)
"Will probably be gone all summer...Sweet deal!" He exclaimed remembering the summer extending wish he granted.
There was more regarding staying out of the liquor cabinet and not overspending with the credit card they left him.
"Yep, still dumb not-very-good-at-parenting parents..."
The last part of the note made Timmy's blood run colder than Skyrim's coldest winter:
"Vicky will be moving in to keep an eye on you, after all we will be gone all summer, I know you said you were mature enough to look after yourself but it's a long time to be gone and besides Vicky tells us you two always get along famously and she is such a nice girl. Anyway we will be back in September. Probably. Love Mom and Dad. XOXO"
Timmy's mind was blank from reading the note, he sat for nearly half an hour before his brain returned from being AWOL and he found his voice.
"But the wish... and the parents and the... the... I'm dead. That's it, I'm dead."
He hoped this was a dream, some horrible nightmare that would end and he would wake up in his bed, never make the summer extending wish, and go downstairs to find his parents and tell them he loved them and to stay and they could spend the summer together as a family.
Except he pinched himself and felt the sting of pain, then punched himself in the face though not terribly hard and was dazed for a moment but felt the pain, stronger but there all the same. And he realized then that this was no dream and he was most assuredly dead.