"Invisible and inevitable, like a butterfly that beats its wings in one corner of the globe and with that single action changes the weather halfway across the world."
Chapter 1: Popular yet Hated
September 9th - 3:00pm - Dimmsdale High School
It was just another lovely day, the sky was blue, the grass was a lively green and it was all fabulous for the one and only Trixie Tang, the most popular girl in school. We find the ever-beautiful Asian teen girl on her way back home in her private limousine, alongside her popular friends, Tad and Chad, Veronica and the new member, Remy Buxaplenty. The five talked about the usual things they would talk about, how many poor unpopular children the boys picked on, the latest fashion and what's hot, and how much money they have. Despite this being years later, things remained the same on their part. Including their outfits, though somewhat updated, have seen little change compared to when they were in Dimmsdale Elementary School.
"Oh, that reminds me." Said Chad. "They're doing a sale at the Dimmsdale Mall tomorrow. Tad and I were going to grab as many new video games as we can."
"Oh really?" Asked Remy. "They might have the new Crimson Chin comic there."
"Trixie and I might grab some of the new dresses and try out the perfumes." said Veronica. "Right Trixie?"
"Of course." said Trixie with her beautiful smirk as usual. "Although it's hard to make my beauty even better than it could possibly be, it is fun to try."
"Agreed." said Remy. "So, we'll all head to the mall tomorrow after school?"
"Sounds like a plan." said Veronica. "Just don't take too long in the comic area again, I hate waiting for you in that place, with all those trashy things."
"It's probably because you're a girl, which is why you don't like them." chuckled Remy.
"Maybe, I mean what self-respecting girl would read them? Only a loser, right Trixie?"
"Y-Yeah of course." said Trixie feeling a bit off guard with that question.
About ten minutes of this conversation continued until the limousine eventually dropped Tad and Chad off, then soon was Remy, then Veronica and finally made its last stop at Trixie's manor. She stepped out of the limousine once her butler Gerald opened it for her. A mid-fifties man wearing a typical butler uniform. "Hello Miss Tang, did you enjoy your day?"
"I certainly did, the life of a rich girl is a good life." Trixie handed him her school bag as she made her way into the manor.
Upon opening the door, she was greeted by the usual house's decor which was mostly filled with portraits and statues of herself, her father has spoiled her very much so. She passed by her dad on the phone, who seemed to be complaining over some kind of fruit not being delivered, but she glossed over it. As she made her way to the stairs, she saw the many other butlers and maids greeting her as usual, and she began to climb the stairs.
As she climbed them, she began to feel nothing, she began to think about how much her friends secretly hated her and wanted her gone, that she would be exiled from everyone if they ever discovered her secret, how every day she had to look behind her to see how often they were talking about her, about how she's a fake, how much she fakes being who she really is, and how funny it must be that she has to fake everything about her. But to be fair, Trixie agreed with this, she was a fake, and she knew she would be hated regardless, for both being a fake, and for what she really enjoys. So, in reality, it didn't matter what she did, she could do what she wanted, she would be hated regardless, and it was ok, she mostly felt bad for dragging her friends down with her, soon they will be hated and it will be all her fault.
These thoughts began to loop, going faster and faster until she entered her own room and locked the door behind her.
She breathed in deeply before letting out a sigh, shaking her head, she walked towards her wardrobe seeing the many beautiful dresses, coats, and other expensive clothing, she moved them to the side to reach a large box hidden at the back, as she pulled it out, she sat down onto her bed.
Trixie opened the box to reveal a small stack of comic books. She picked up the top comic book and took a quick read of it. When she was six, she came across one of them and took a read of it, since then she's been in love with several superhero comics, it eventually made her love more other boy things such as videogames and even sports.
But it lead to confliction, she hated the idea of people judging her harshly, for loving things that are for boys, to the point where no one would want to be her friend or even near her, the very thought of them terrified her to her core, which is why she chose to keep her love for boy things a secret and keep living the life of a stuck-up popular girl, even going as far as to exaggerate it further to give less hints that she loved comics and video games. And for a while it worked out well, but then as she got older and entered high school, she began to feel paranoid, she began to hate herself, juggling who she wants to be, who she has to be, and trying to maintain the stresses of being in high school, from more aggressive students, far more difficult work, and maintaining the high demanding social life teenagers expect from her.
This has of course led her to develop these severe negative thoughts, she felt useless, and she felt bad for being such a drag to her friends, she felt it was better for her to just stay in her room and leave them be, but even then, she still had to keep her façade up, so she wouldn't be hated, but she wondered why she did anyway, since they hated her anyway.
She let loose a sigh before placing her comics back into the box and returning it into the back of the wardrobe. She couldn't even enjoy her comic books anymore, no matter how often she read them, she felt nothing, she really did feel hopeless if not even comics could cheer up someone as useless and hated as her.
"Oh, oh of course! P-Please come in."
Trixie turned to her door, that was definitely her father's voice. Wondering if they had company, she decided to unlock the door and open it slightly. Anything to keep the constantly looping thoughts out of her head.
There she saw her father, Jonathan Tang face to face with two tall black-haired man in blood red suits, sunglasses, and each holding suitcases. "It has been a while since we last spoke." said Jonathan nervously.
"We would appreciate it if we could spare the idle talk and move onto the main topics." said one of the men.
"Oh, of course."
"So where is your wife, Lucy? We should communicate with her also."
"Oh, she's on a business vacation I'm afraid. She won't be back for quite some time. But we can still have our discussions, I'll just let her know of it when she gets back."
"I see, and what about your daughter, is she here?"
"Oh no, she's still at school, she's doing an after-school's club or something, you know these little social activities, plus, high school these days can be so eventful."
The two men looked at each other emotionlessly, then back to Jonathan. Trixie herself felt very confused by what her father said.
"Alright now, we have one last question, our deal was that you would give your daughter to us when she reaches maturity. She should be seventeen by now. Is she?"
"Ah, she's sixteen right now, but she'll be turning in a month or so."
The two men were silent, but one of them spoke up. "Very well, but I need to remind you that your fortune was because of our boss, so it would be in your best interest to not be disloyal to us."
"O-Of course, I would never do such a thing."
"Good. In any case, we'll be back in a month." With that, the two men walked towards the front doors and left as Gerald opened it for them.
Trixie slowly closed her door and sat on her bed. 'What was all that about!? I thought daddy divorced my mom when I was only a baby, and what was with him lying about my age? I'm not sixteen, I'm fifteen, and my birthday was three months ago... and... what did they mean by... give me to them when I reach maturity?'
She stood up and walked up to her window, there she saw the same two men talking, she quietly opened her window to listen in.
"I was honestly expecting better results."
"Agreed, do you think he's hiding something?"
"I doubt it, he would be an idiot to do so."
"Hm, possibly... Should we report back to headquarters?"
"Not yet. We need to do a bit more investigating."
The two slowly began to walk away. "Why are we making so much trouble for some little kid anyway?"
"Every target is important. For the sake of Diavoli Di Sangue."
Trixie slowly closed her window and tried to take in everything she heard. "Diavoli Di Sangue?" she slowly muttered. "Just... what is going on?"
She soon closed her curtains, it was a fun trip, but it was soon time to remind herself on just how much it doesn't matter. She slowly made her way to her bed, pushed her shoes off with her feet and just flopped onto her bed, and remained motionless until dinner would be called, it would be a few hours, plenty of time to reinforce the fact she's hated by everyone who pretends to care for her.
September 10th – 3:00pm - Dimmsdale Library
The end of school was pretty much the same as last time, Trixie talking with her friends about how they pick on the poorer while claiming they're perfect, they did agree to meet up at the mall after school at three, but Trixie wasn't there.
She was in the local library, she wanted answers. The name Diavoli Di Sangue sounded like it was an old name, so she was in the history section, she navigated the shelves one by one, looking for anything that sounded like Diavoli Di Sangue, be it in name or sounds of an old organisation, she came across a few books like that, but when she looked through the Table of Contents in all of them, she found nothing that even sounded like them.
It didn't matter whether she wanted to know about them more or not, but she felt like she might as well pretend to be helpful, even if it was fooling no one. She let out a sigh, and took out her phone to see the time, seeing she was already late for the mall, she placed it back in her pocket and walked away from the shelves, she was going to try looking again either tonight or tomorrow. Even if the results would be the same.
But as she made it to the middle of the library, she saw a familiar face, hunched over at a table, he had his typical scowl as he was reading three books at the same time while taking up notes on a small pad next to him.
She felt surprised, it was Denzel Crocker, her old schoolteacher. The fairy obsessed psychopath who didn't like many people, he didn't look too different from when she remembered him, except for having more grey parts in his hair, and was wearing a blue sweater vest instead of his white polo shirt, Trixie felt to just leave him be, but a thought crossed her mind, if anyone would know about obscure stuff like Diavoli Di Sangue, he might.
'No backing down now, I already waste my friends time, might as well do the same here.' Trixie shook her had, slapped her face slightly to try and get her composure, she stepped forward towards Crocker who was still hunched down at his work. "Mr Crocker?"
Crocker lifted his head forward and saw Trixie, his eyes squinted a bit before they widened with surprise. "Oh, Trixie Tang?"
"Long time no see." Said Trixie as she sat down on the same table on the opposite end.
"Yeah. You look like you're doing well." Crocker did seem a bit friendlier than a few years back, but she wasn't sure if it was fake politeness or if something happened to make him this way, either way she didn't want to bring it up.
"Same to you, still a teacher?"
"Oh yes, but I only work half the time from now on. We got a new principal, and he thought I was mentally sick, so I get half days off with extra pay. Provided I seek therapy."
Trixie's eyes widened. "Well, that explains why you seem cheerier."
Crocker couldn't help but smirk. "Yep… it's been great, the Quack is a bit annoying but he's not bad… so… other than just wanting to chat, I assume you have something you wanna ask me?"
"T-That obvious huh?"
"You were the type who only talked to 'lower classes' when you wanted something out of them."
"Yeah… you got me. So… my question is…do you know anything about something called... Diavoli Di Sangue?"
Crocker's eyes widened slightly. He then leaned forward a bit. "Where did you learn that name?"
"I... I overheard it."
Crocker was silent at first, he looked left and right, but he soon opened his bag he kept next to him and took out a small piece of paper, the paper had a rough sketch of what looked like a human skull with bull horns and large fangs.
"Diavoli Di Sangue, means Blood Devils in Italian... they're a cult of murderers..."
"M-Murderers!?"
"From what I know, Diavoli Di Sangue has hunted down several people for more than fifty years, no one knows who pays them, who leads them or where they get their tools. This sheet here is a sketch of their emblem."
Trixie felt incredibly nervous now, seeing them arrive at her house implies it is much more serious than she thought, even if she felt it was redundant going after her. "How do you know so much about them?"
"Reports of their crimes have been on the late news a lot of the time, especially recently. Plus, their name came up a lot during my research on... FaIrY GoD pArEnTs!1" going through three sudden spasms surprising Trixie. It was also quickly responded by a group of people nearby shushing him.
"... You still do that?"
"Old habits die hard." Crocker chuckled a little. "In any case, Diavoli Di Sangue are murderers. I don't know who leads or pays them but know that they are not to be messed with. Because they came up in my reports on fairies, I decided to study them in a safe manner."
"I see... thank you Mr. Crocker." Trixie looked at the sketch. "Um, may I take this with me?"
"The sketch? Oh, sure, I have a spare. But listen, if you see this emblem on anyone, do not get near them, they're not afraid to kill people in broad daylight and with witnesses, especially lately."
"Thank you." Trixie soon took the sketch and made her way out of the library.
As she walked further down the street towards the mall, she felt more nervous than before, seeing those men, and hearing them mention Diavoli Di Sangue, this feels like this is all life threatening to her. She slowly places the sketch in her pocket and walks a little faster, feeling on the edge. But at the same time, this edge she was feeling, it somehow felt good, maybe it was the adrenaline, but to quicken her pace, the feeling of being hunted, she began to feel like she had energy again for the first time, she stopped thinking about herself and how useless she is and more on this cult.
September 10th - 3:37pm - Dimmsdale Mall
Trixie had just arrived and explained to the other kids that she was late because of inheritance business with her father, they took the bait easily and continued on, she did her best to remain calm and hope that everything will be alright, we find her walking with Tad and Chad, Remy and Veronica across the mall getting ready for their shopping spree. They soon went their separate ways as she and Veronica made their way to the clothes and perfume section.
"I tell you what, this place may be a dump, but it has a tone of good fashion designs." said Veronica looking at each dress gleefully.
"I know right." Trixie took at least eight different types of clothing and made her way to the unisex changing rooms. "I'll be right back." As Trixie closed the curtains, she moved all the clothes onto a coat hanger and then placed a small suitcase she snuck in on the table. 'Have to be quick.' Trying to keep her thoughts cleared as she focused on the mission. To get the latest issue of Crimson Chin and Skull Crusher, even though comics haven't made her feel anything, she's hoping this in addition to her recent adrenaline will help.
She opened the suitcase revealing a set of different clothing, a purple sweater, dark red trousers, white trainers, and a bright red cap with a D on it. A disguise she would often sport when it was time to hunt for comic books and video games. She'd done it for years, even with the style being updated for her growing body, and no one figured out her disguise. However, as she got older and a tad curvier, so she resorted to using cloth pads to make herself look less thin and bandages to hide her chest, it takes more work, but it fooled her friends every time, which also made her feel bad over how often she would lie to them, making them hate her make more sense. She shook the thoughts out and continued to focus on the mission.
In a minute or so she changed into the disguise, hid most of her hair under her hat and peeked out of the changing room she was in, Veronica was nowhere in sight, and she doesn't know which room she picked. So, she walked out and closed the curtain behind her, she left her white boots on the floor to give people the impression someone was in there.
A few minutes passed and she was now in the comic book department. She kept a sharp eye out for any of her popular friends as she walked closer to the section which contained the new issues. As she got closer, she saw her prizes, the new Crimson Chin, and Skull Crusher comics, but she noticed a third one that got her interest, Justice Friends, she heard a lot of good things about that comic series. So, she decided to get all three and walked up to the queue.
But she stopped halfway and turned to face the stand where she got the comics from, remembering the time she met another girl who had the same interest in comic books as her, a girl named Timmantha, who not only had the same interests, but also wasn't afraid to show it, she never wore a disguise nor did she try to hide it, when Trixie invited her to her birthday party, she never arrived.
Since then, Trixie felt hurt, the only girl who held the same interests disappeared on her, Timmantha gave her courage, the confidence she needed to love boy things and not need a disguise or anything, she hoped for one day she would return, but it's been so many years now, she had given up. Now that she thought about it, perhaps Timmantha made the right decision not interacting with a useless, hopeless fake like her. Trixie sighed and began to walk away from the area and into the queue, losing her energy, so she decided to make it quick and go, maybe not telling her friends when she leaves, they wouldn't care anyway.
As she waited in the queue, she was next in line until she heard a familiar voice. "Make way for the rich kids." Trixie looked behind her to see Remy, Tad and Chad walking forward, cutting past the other kids.
The three pushed past her and made it to the front. "Of course, you poor kids would let us anyway." said Tad.
'Is this seriously what they're like!?' Thought Trixie. She knew they made fun of the poor and often pushed past, but she thought they were only exaggerating, she kind of hated it, but she remained quiet so as to not reveal herself. But felt even more nervous when she saw that Remy noticed her and the comic books.
Remy took notice of the Justice Friends comic she held. "Well now, I was wondering where they had been. I'll be taking that." Trixie immediately pulled back before Remy could even try. "Now come on, I think we'd both agree that a comic of such quality and excellence deserves to be in the hands of the richest kid in Dimmsdale."
Trixie kept silent, but already felt quite angry, she then suddenly walked forward and pushed Remy away, making her way to the stall and placed the three comics in front of the cashier. Remy simply glared at her, with still no idea who this 'boy' really was. Once she bought them, she placed them into a bag and walked away from the stand, until Remy, Tad and Chad stood in front of her.
"Listen, I will not be treated like that by some poor filthy low-life jerk-wad like you! Now you better show me real respect and hand over that Justice Friends comic."
'Filthy low-life jerk-wad?' Trixie thought. 'Yeah… that fits me to a T.'
There was a strong silence, Trixie merely glared down at Remy. He just told her exactly what she was thinking, it was finally confirmed, he did hate her, it was all clear now, her friends really did pretend to like her, while secretly hating her, but now here it was right in front of her, the truth, everything, they were never her friends, just like she predicted, so it's fair game now.
The emptiness she was feeling was starting to dissipate, instead, she felt something else, it wasn't the adrenaline, it was the fear of being hunted, it was anger. She felt angry, it was starting to boil at an incredibly fast rate. Who was he to call her that? He doesn't know her, he's supposed to be her friend, yet he speaks like this, it was clear, he only wanted to be friends because she wanted a girlfriend, or a trophy, she wasn't a prize to be won, she was a person, a real person, well it didn't matter anyway, she didn't want to see them again, and if they hated her, then why would she bother with a disguise, why would she bother pretending to be his friend if he was doing the same.
Trixie's thoughts emptied for the briefest of moments, as she slowly lifted her free hand to the bill of her cap and pushed it up slightly to give Remy a real look. The moment she did, she could see Remy, Tad and Chad's faces turn pale, their eyes widened in shock, as they could see her face for real.
"T… Tr… Trixie!?" Remy muttered, tripping over his words.
Trixie suddenly shot her foot right into Remy's crotch which sent him down to the ground writhing and whimpering in pain. "There's your respect." She said, trying to hold back tears. She then quickly walked away leaving Tad and Chad who were completely stunned as they watched her leave.
"T-Trixie!?" Tad shouted.
"W-What's… going on!?" Chad spoke up.
As Trixie got further down the hallways of the mall, she couldn't believe she actually did that, she was the fake, she was the one in the wrong, Remy didn't know who she was, he probably cared about her a lot, and she just assaulted him, if she had just walked away, everything would be fine, she still would've had friends, fake friends, but friends nevertheless. She really felt useless, she had fake friends, now she doesn't have anything, besides a bunch of useless pieces of paper stuck together to form images, it did nothing, she lost everything and gained nothing. And now they know her secret, how much of a horrible person she is, faking herself in front of them.
She suddenly dove out of her thoughts when she heard a loud crashing sound coming from behind her. She shot around to see one of the windows had smashed apart because of two men were fighting. One of the men looked rather generic but the other wore a blood red full body outfit, a mask covering his nose and mouth and was completely bald. But what terrified Trixie even more was that on the shoulder of the red suit was an emblem that looked exactly like the sketch she saw. This man is from Diavoli Di Sangue.
This man threw the other man down and readied a large dagger aiming for his chest. Trixie felt her spine shiver and her heart race, but she quickly turned the other way and made a run for it right before she heard the man scream in agony from being stabbed. More screaming and yelling happened behind her as this happened, she then suddenly heard gunfire from a distance, was it the cops, patrolmen, or the murderer himself, she didn't care, she just ran.
Without even thinking, she ran immediately out of the mall, still in her disguise and ran to her home as fast as her legs could take her. She didn't care who saw her, or why, all she cared about was getting away as fast as she could.
September 10th - 4:20pm - Tang Residence
Trixie stayed in her room, her door was locked, and her curtains were closed, her phone pinged a lot, a ton of messages from her popular friends, ignored, she couldn't have been more scared. Thinking if that man in the red outfit saw her, he might have killed her too. She felt as if she was on the verge of crying, everything was pieced together perfectly with that incident.
She knew without a doubt that this group called Diavoli Di Sangue are trying to kill her when she's old enough, she felt so much stress on her. She had no idea why they wanted to do such a thing to someone who didn't seem important, but she knew that her father must've known about this. Guess her father hates her too, just like everyone else.
"So… do I just... wait!?" she mumbled to herself as she tried desperately not to cry but failed as massive streaks of tears fell down her face, her makeup tricking down with it, giving black streaks. "Wait until I'm old enough... to be killed by those insane people!?" It did feel fitting, whatever this cult was about, she could show a shred of usefulness by being a secreifice. She slowly tipped her head up and looked over to the mirror on her desk with all her make-up and hairbrushes. She then stood up and walked towards this mirror, seeing she was still in her disguise. She remembered the adrenaline, the feeling of fear, the anger, it all made sense to her now.
"... No... I'll... I'll go into further disguise... but... they know where I live... there's only one thing left to do."
Without even trying to think of the consequences, she turned around and went to her drawers, she grabbed her credit cards, some minor essentials and grabbed a suitcase from under her bed, she then began to fill it with said essentials.
"If I stay here, I'll be killed. So, if I leave, and hide, I won't be killed by those monsters. But where do I go?" She soon shook her head. "I can go anywhere, I have millions of dollars in my account, I can travel the world, there's no place I cannot get to. Besides…"
Trixie turned to her comic books and let out what felt like the first genuine smile, realising what this could all mean. "If I continue to run from them, I can fill my thoughts with this… this feeling, it… it felt good." She grabbed the comic books and placed them in the suitcase.
After filling her suitcase, she placed her credit cards and spare money into her pocket and zipped it up, picked up her cap and placed it on after hiding her hair. She picked up her suitcase and unlocked her door, she then began to walk down the stairs and was making her way to the entrance, she looked to her right to see her father walking on the phone, she just ignored him as she went through the front doors and went through them. She ignored everything around her and made her way to the front gate.
"Miss Tang?"
Trixie stopped and turned to see her butler, Gerald. "I..."
"I don't see a reason why you would want to leave at this hour."
Trixie shivered a bit, but spoke up. "I... have to. If I don't, those men that visited yesterday will kill me."
"Do you have a plan, a destination, an idea of what will happen?"
"N-No... but I cannot let those men near me, I have to just keep going. I don't care where and for how long, but you're not going to stop me, Gerald."
Gerald was silent, but he then smiled. "So, you're going to walk to the nearest airport or coast? It will take a few hours by foot, almost midnight when you make it."
"I..." At that point, she heard the sound of a vehicle, and then a small unassuming jeep drove up behind Gerald, another butler got out and walked away. Trixie felt shocked what Gerald could be implying. "G-Gerald... are you?"
"But it will only take an hour or so by car. C'mon, I'll give you a head start."
Trixie felt shocked by this, Gerald wasn't going to stop her, he was going to help her. "T-Thank you... thank you so much Gerald. But why are you helping me?"
"I've known you since you were a baby, I knew of this ordeal long beforehand. Besides, you are the next hair to the Tang Family wealth and fortune, I consider you far more important than your father. Now let's go, if you are to flee quickly, we must leave immediately.
Trixie nodded and she and Gerald went into the jeep and Gerald began to drive away from the manor. As they got further across the city, Gerald spoke up one last time.
"I do have one favour for you though."
"O-Of course."
"There's a city called Tech Square, the city of the future. If you locate a young boy by the name of Dexter, he will surely aid you in finding out more about Diavoli Di Sangue."
"Wait... you want me to find out more?"
"The more you know about the enemy, the bigger advantage you'll have. Plus, Dexter might have a place for you to stay until then."
Trixie couldn't believe this, Gerald was not only helping her but also implying she should find out more about her killers by searching for this Dexter, but she wondered if Gerald actually wanted her to take down Diavoli Di Sangue, regardless, she felt like if she did this mission, she could continue to keep this feeling, the feeling that blocks her bad thoughts.
"Alright, I'll do it. How do I get there?"
"Take the cruise we're heading to and get off of it when you reach Orchid Bay, then take the subway in Marquee Row, north of Orchid Bay, it will take you straight to Tech Square."
"Got it and thank you so much."
"My pleasure, but I must warn you, I'm afraid I cannot go further with you, I must keep the fact you ran away a secret, I will keep your father and the city in the dark of what you are doing?"
"How will you?"
"In this world, money talks, your father is so rich that he will never notice a few grands leaving his home, and I know people who can create alibis and everything, it will be as if you never left."
"It's… gonna be difficult with my so-called-friends. They've seen me like this, they think I'm weird now."
"Nonsense." Gerald spoke up. "If they think you're weird then I would hardly call them your friends. For now, I would suggest focusing on the mission, don't speak to your fiends either, in case it leads Diavoli Di Sangue to you."
Trixie faced forward again, thinking about it. Not interacting with her friends who hate her, focusing on this mission that may help her get rid of these bad thoughts, she smiled a little. "I... I'll do my best; I'll find Dexter and get as much help as I can."
"I know you'll do me proud, and your father..."
Trixie kept her eyes straight forward, seeing the top of the tallest building near the coast. She had a destination and an objective, she was ready to do this, thinking about her secret life was no longer top priority to her, now was the time to figure out the true mystery behind this Diavoli Di Sangue.
And maybe, she will finally feel like herself again, find what she really needs… and maybe... just maybe... she will finally find her long lost friend Timmantha.
To be continued.
So, this is an experimental fanfiction of sorts, I don't know if I'll fully go through with it, but I at least wanted to start the first chapter to see how it goes.
So, the experiment is that it's one long massive story, but it's told from the five different perspectives. If you're following me specifically, then you'll have already received a notification for five different stories. I think it'll be pretty fun, though it's obviously hard work.
I do want you to keep in mind that this may get changed or removed when I've decided what I wanna do with it. Some things might get changed, or I may not go through with the project.
This one in particular might get the most changes, as I've never done a story that tackles anxiety or depression before, and while I don't have the most experience with it, normally just having one-off moments and Seasonal Affected Disorder. I used the experiences I had and my memories from my senior school as a reference.
If any of this is inaccurate or borderline offensive, please let me know and how to improve from here.
Now for another question. Why Trixie Tang and not Timmy Turner? Truth be told, I actually don't like Timmy, and with the story in mind, I feel Timmy having his Fairy Godparents would be a bit overpowered, since he would lose them at eighteen and not fifteen, I know I could BS a reason for Cosmo and Wanda's magic to not work, but I feel it would be much easier for me to work with a character like Trixie, who has no powers and only wealth.
Besides, Trixie is also my favourite character in the show, for the potential she could've had that Nickelodeon unfortunately squandered and made her more shallow and obscure. So I wanna try and do her justice with this story.
Either way, I wanna know what you think of this and if there's any feedback you wanna offer, please do.