Enter the Void

WHOO! Hey guys, I just finished typing and publishing the last chapter two days ago. That is how quickly I'm getting back to writing this fic you guys.

Anyways, thanks for the reviews, they were lovely as always. I'm glad that some of your are starting to put your thinking caps on, that's good. We're building up the suspense, trying to learn, and really getting into it. Awesome.

Now for the last chapter...and if you're curious about that 'last' part, then read the A/N at the bottom.

After, of course, you read the chapter. Now, please enjoy the next chapter of "Timmy and Vicky, Conquer the World."

His knees thudded against the ground as he lost his footing and fell down. His mind was like a board game that had been whipped clean; capable of being a complex battlefield of wits, but completely blank and empty of obvious pieces. Tears stinged his eyes like an onion perfume sprayer and were warm as they became little rivers that flowed across his cheeks. His throat, though not damaged, was a slight mess from his earlier calls. But two factors stood out more than ever in the boy's field of awareness, his gut and his mind. He could feel the area inside him, where his stomach should have been, wrench and twist into a spinning knot that grew tighter by the second. It felt like a black hole had appeared in his center and was currently trying to swallow everything away with it. It almost made everything that currently happened unreal to the boy, as if nothing bad had really happened to begin with.

But his brain was being attacked by splitting headaches. They hammered themselves against and into his skulls, with the rhythm of a regulated heartbeat. Every time Turner's gut allowed him to believe that reality had no true meaning or place within the world he was in, his perilous mind brought him right back and reeducated him on the truth.

Poof was gone. Kidnapped by some blonde kid in a yodeler's outfit that ran like Usain Bolt and disappeared like Houdni. All in some alternate dimension that he had no way of navigating, no clue of where to start searching, and absolutely no one to help him. He was alone.

Shake. The sound caught his attention all of a sudden, and for good reason. He's heard it almost everyday since Poof was born, the little fairy's rattle was practically set in stone. Looking up, he almost expected to see him swinging his little wand around, somehow having escaped from Latty. But soon became grim once more when all he saw was Vicky picking something off the ground. Which happened to be Poof's rattle!

"Hey! Give me that-" he made a lounge for it. Though she had her back to him, the redhead sidestep Timmy with ease that was similar to a ghost that glided over ground. He nearly fell over again, but he held firm, dug his feet into the ground and forced himself to stay balanced. He was ready to make another go for it when he came across a familiar emotion.

Fear, fear had seized the boy by his heart as he found himself unable to move. Vicky had finally stopped to pay some attention to him, and, when she did, he saw the resemblance to his Vicky more clearly than before. She stared right back at him, into his eyes, and she held him there. It wasn't exactly glare, more of a leer, but it was as terrifying as the one back in his dimension. Turner was sure he had crossed some boundary, an invisible line that should never be played with. Perhaps he had offended her, for it seemed she was less likely to play Ms. nice dimensional alteration of his babysitter. But then she broke out a smile.

"I think it would be better if I held onto this for now," she said as she placed it inside of her vest. "Care to join me?"

"...Huh?" was all he could manage.

"I know a nice place where we can sit down, have some refreshments," she had an innocent smile as words came out so casually. "Talk about saving the universe. You know, stuff."

And with that she walked off. Leaving Timmy to stand alone in the dust.

"Hey wait a second!" he called after her. When she didn't turn around or acknowledge him, he raced to close the distance in between them. Finally reaching her, he fought to maintain a pace just at shoulder. In truth she wasn't really walking that fast, but that's what made it more difficult for to stay at her side. She put on an aura that extended past confidence, it was more like certain pieces falling accordingly into the puzzle. Her smile was not a sign of her innocence as one might have thought, but instead it told him that she had ensnared those pieces she deemed necessary. It, of all things that happened today, scared Turner witless.

His mind jumped to many conclusion on what she could be planning, and a few interesting proposals came up. But he remembered that he was dealing with a different Vicky, or so he thought. Her goal was a whole lot different than what he expected from her, that much was so. And so, this once again brought up the mental dilemma he was having earlier, it's 'her' but it's not 'her'. He had no way of knowing how to approach her or from what angle, it was like being stuck in the labyrinth from greek mythology. The only thing he succeeded in doing was becoming more frustrated and keeping a somewhat steady pace with her.

Vicky seemed to take notice in Turner's frustration and smirked. "You'll get it back," she said lightly. It took the boy a second to realize she was talking Poof's rattle. Opening his mouth, his was about to ask why before she stopped him by making a cutting at her throat.

"While we're outside, or at least for now, be careful with what you say," though she was still smiling, Vicky seemed to take a more serious tone. Because of that, Timmy continued to listen carefully as she said "We can still talk and you can ask questions, but humor me and play the pronoun game, will you?"

He thought about it and nodded.

"First question?"

"That guy who took my brother," he started "Was he...one of them?"

Vicky nodded.

"Where did they go?"

"To one of their bases and most secure locations," her voice was low. "He seemed to have a lot of raw power, that little one. No doubt that they'd want to start the process as soon as possible."

The boy flinched when he heard that last sentence.

"What do you mean by process? Are they going to drain him of his ma-" a quick look from Vicky and Turner figure that 'magic' was not aloud in the pronoun game "-energy, are they going to drain his energy?"

"They're going to eat him."

The world around him became a dull gray as her words registered in his head. On impulse, he grabbed the girl by her shoulders and forced her to stop. Standing there, he might have looked like some crazy, hooded creep assaulting a nice, young, school girl to passersby. But he didn't care, none of that mattered to him.

"You mean that metaphorically, right?" he tried so hard to be firm. "Like, chew em up and spit em out. You have that saying in this world, right?"

"No, no, and yes. As a matter of fact we do have saying," she answered monotonously. "But I'm not being metaphorical, 'they' aren't going to spit him out. You're half right, they are going to suck out all of his energy, but they aren't going to stop there. When they are done with his pure energy, they'll take the less pure version from his physical being. And when they're done with that, they'll etched what's left of his existence, from existence. They. Are. Going. To. Eat. Him."

Silence.

You'd think his knees would buckle from underneath him and give way to let him fall. But not this time, no this time he had simply lost all feeling within his body. If he had been crushed by a safe or blown to smithereens, he wouldn't have noticed or cared at this point. This was to much for him, all of this was simply way to much. All day, today, and every time he turned around, there was always something bigger ready to test his sanity. Well this was it, this was the last straw he could take. Lowering his head, he began to make visible, but silent, shakes. All the while, Vicky stood there and watched him from point blank range. Inspecting him, gauging his reaction, noting how well he took this bit of information. She had more or less figured that this would be the outcome.

So you can imagine the surprised look on her face when Turner's grip tightened on her shoulders. Raising his head, Timmy reveal a dry face and tearless eyes. They weren't even red anymore, you couldn't tell that he had been crying over such an incredible lose just minutes ago. No, if anything, his held a fierce look of determination.

"Take me to him, right now," his voice carried such a serious tone, you could hardly believe it belong to a preteen.

"What makes you think I know where his exact location is?" her own voice did nothing to betray her opinion on his demand. Turner was more than likely to be treading on thin ice. But his next comment showed just how much he cared.

"You sound like a smart girl, plus, you told me you'd been following these things for four years. Just point me in general direction, off the top of your head, and I'll figure out the rest for myself."

She smirked. "Why, so that I can let you loose in another dimension to storm an enemy fortress?" She stopped smirking as her face became the cold and dark one from before. "I hope that's just some humor you're bringing from your own universe."

"One thing you're going to learn about me, again, is just how tenacious I can be," he refused to waver. "Another thing you ought to know, is that when any of my fairies are involved I only get more relentless. So I hope that you're done playing games with me, because, if you haven't figured it out already, I'm dead serious."

They stood there in silence, a staring contest unlike any other. Much like two cowboys having a duel when the town wasn't big enough for the two of them, waiting for the clock to strike the appointed time. On one end, a young redhead who seemed to unrelenting will. Opposing her was a boy who would not be turned away for anything. Timmy would have surprised himself if he thought about it, he had almost basic reflexes to avert his line of sight whenever Vicky had matched it. But this time he dare not give into such a thought, and it wasn't just because this was a different redhead than the one he knew. When his family was in danger, nothing in any universe was going to stop him.

Then, out of no where, Vicky's face lightened up as put on a little smile. Now was the time to be surprised, he won an argument against Vicky. That's rare, rarer than an 'A+' in Crocker's class. Though, it wasn't so much as winning the argument as was just staying firm and proving a point. Did he manage to change her mind, maybe she would help him find Poof after all.

"You're cute, I think I'm genuinely starting to like you."

Pausing here, we appear inside of Timmy's head. Where the brain should be, we see what looks like the command deck of a space ship. It is filled with miniture Timmy Turners, each one manning a station dutifully. They wear pink suits, with pink hats, and a gold star for a badge that has 'T.T.' on it. At the command chair in the center of the deck, we see the captain. His jaw is dropped to the floor and hits like an anvil. His eyes are at odds with one another, one looking as it were going to explode while the other so shrinked that it might implode.

"...Dave, prepare the escape pod, I need a vacation," he said as he got up. "First one of you to call me will be court martialed. Anybody that wants it can be the acting captain. I'll send a postcard."

Back to reality.

"...Nope, nope, nope-" he sounded like a computer which hit an error and its programming was forcing him to lock down. He turned around, covered his ears, closed his eyes, and began walking in the other direction. "Didn't hear that, didn't see that, not going to talk about that. Hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil-"

Speaking of evil, Turner felt a sudden gloom cast over him as the light of the sun disappeared. Left in shadows, he could feel an ominous aura in front of him. Slowly, he opened his eyes and allowed his senses to return to him.

Before the boy was a restaurant, or, more likely, a cafe. It seemed like an asian one, probably japanese when you considered its name on the sign, "Lone Sun". From the outside, it appeared to be dark with few lights on the inside. Even though the hours said so on the door, he wasn't sure if they were actually open or not. He also became aware of how quiet the town had become, though that itself was partly due to the festival. But he couldn't shake off the feeling that it fit the cafe a little too well. His attention was so drawn to it that he hardly noticed that Vicky had passed him by.

"Here we are," she said as she made her way to the door. "Coming?"

Swallowing a lump that had grown in his throat, Timmy joined her at the door and opened it. Vicky walked in, and he unconsciously followed her into darkness.

To his surprise, however, it wasn't as dark as he originally. Though it was slightly on the dim side of light, he could see properly and didn't have to wait long for his eyes to adjust. Inside it was a nice sized café; not overly large like a fancy restaurant, but not so small that it felt cramped or suffocating. In the more spacious area towards the front were a few round tables with two to three chairs each. In the back were two rows of booths towards one corner and to the side was a bar. There were a few lanterns lit an hanging from the ceiling to provide light and shadows within the room. Looking back at the windows, he realized that the owner must have had tinted windows to keep light out. Thus emphansizing on the one's inside.

It was hardly packed, only a few people were around to show that the place was still open. Three customers at the tables, two at the booths, one at the bar, and a waiter walking around to refill cups of coffee and water. Not a severely small crowd for a cafe, but not a large or even medium one for a shop this size.

Vicky wondered over to the booths, selecting the closest one right against the wall. The waiter hurried over to her side as the young redhead placed an order, raising two fingers as a sign for two people. It was then that Timmy remembered he was also here, and made his way towards the booth. The waiter passed by with a greeting, and a wink...okay, before leaving to get whatever he was charged with. Sitting down, he noticed that two glasses of waters were already and the girl was already sipping on one. Then he waited.

"Phew, nice," she said after finally finishing water. "Sorry, but I'm not going to take you where your little brother is."

The words were there, clear as clean glass, but at first it took him a moment to recognize them and what they meant. When they finally did, his face burst into rage as realization struck him like a lightning bolt. She had played him for a fool and manipulated what little trust he had for anyone in this dimension. He was about to get up the leave the redhead to her own games and devices, when she stopped him.

"And I have my own reasons, good ones, for doing so, mind you," she said in a stern voice of command. "For starters, you're weak."

As angry as he already was at the moment, her choice of words manage to keep him from leaving immediately.

"If I took you to where he is, not only would you contribute very little, and get in my way, but you're more than likely to become liability and I would have to save you. I'm good at what I do, but I'm also smart about what I do. And not to be cruel, but, as you are now, you're useless to me."

Blinking, Timmy soon found that his anger was subsiding as he began to understand her reasoning a little more. But it still didn't help with his frustration, if anything he still felt like he was still being taken lightly.

"Well that was harsh," a voice, that was strangely familiar, came out nowhere. Looking around, Timmy expected to see one of the other customers butting in on their conversation. But to his confusion, they all seemed to be mining their own business and paying the two kids no heed. "Is this how all girls talk to guys at your age or-"

"Shut up, Norm," Vicky's face and attitude soured with irritation.

But the boy hardly noticed. What was that she just said? "I'm just saying-" the voice came again. This time, there was little to no doubt who voice that belonged to.

"Norm?!" he could barely contain his surprise.

"Timmy Turner," the genie's voice came once more.

"You're in this Dimension to?"

"I was born here."

"Then-" he became a little loss, confused even. "Wait, are you from my dimension or..."

"This dimension."

"How did you know my name?"

"I heard the girl say it."

"...You are starting to remind me of the Norm I know," he was also starting to become irritated like the said so 'girl' sitting across from him.

"Ooh, why thank you. And just from reading the cosmic energy around you, I can tell you're going to be loads of fun," he replied in that similar sarcastic tone the original Norm had.

Looking towards Vicky with a questioning look on his face, he asked "What exactly is he talking about?"

"Genie's are some of the fewest creature that rarely change across dimensions, they have pretty strong connections to each other. If you've met this particular one in your universe, then you have little to be surprised about with him. But that goes for him as well, as he can absorb the mood and emotions of your genie when you met him."

Timmy blinked.

"I never knew-"

"No worries. You're only, what? Twelve. The beauty of being fifty thousand is that I can tolerate the ignorance of young'uns like yourself-"

"If you don't be quiet, I'm going to shove a wax candle stick in your lamp and melt it," Vicky threatened the genie into silence with her killer aura. Though it wasn't directed at him, it did scare him. It made him feel sympathetic towards the genie and his house.

"Ah, wait a second," he said he got her attention "Where is he?"

Turning back to him, Vicky realized that he was in the dark on this type of conversation. "In a secure location away from here. I'm just extending the audio so that he can have a say and talk with us, an obvious mistake."

"I'll be good, I promise!" Norm tried to gain favor. The redhead just sighed before saying "Anyway, getting off of topic. I can't take you to your brother, too dangerous for you."

"I don't think you understood me when I said that I'll do anything to save my fairies," the boy took a more serious tone. "Worry about the people who get in my way, it'd make more sense when I'm done with them. Besides, it's not the first time I've had to save my little brother from someone who wanted to steal his magic. Especially not from Anti-Fairies, so don't underestimate me."

Silence. Timmy had said what he needed to say, robbing all attention to himself. Vicky stared at him in awe and shock, completely absorbed into his declaration as his words stood firm and proud. Her eyes were open a bit wider, her mouth slightly gaped, and her face told Timmy that she had not been expecting that from him. Good, it was about time he made something clear to her. Let her be stunned with surprise, let her come to enlightenment on who he was, let her slowly place both her palms over her face in what might have been embarrassment to be seen with him and-huh? Vicky had rested her elbows on the table and pressed her face her hands, performing a double face palm. He began to wonder if that had the same meaning here in this universe or if it meant something else entirely. Like coming to understand and respect the decisions of a boy from another dimension who planned to save his family.

"You hear that Vicky? Nothing! I didn't say anything," Norm's voice came back. "Aren't I a good genie?"

Vicky didn't even bother to respond to Norm, and instead moved to a position where she pinched the bridge the of her nose and scowled with her eyes closed. Perhaps in this universe that meant something like 'bad genie, very, bad genie'. Finally, she brought both of her hands together as she set them on the table. Then she gave Timmy the look of a business woman.

"When you said Anti-Fairies, did you mean that by example or did you think that an Anti-Magi and an Anti-Fairy were one in the same thing?"

Uh-oh. "The second one."

She nodded in an understanding way. "You thought that every time I said Anti-Magi, I meant Anti-Fairy."

"They aren't the same?"

She shook her head in an understanding way as well. "Let me ask you this, today, with the ranger and that kid, was that the first time you saw something like that specifically?"

This time, he nodded his head.

"I see, and-just so I'm sure-where you come from Anti-Fairies are blue, opposite personalities of regular fairies?" she asked and got her answer from the look on Timmy's face. Talk about an embarrassing moment. Timmy realized that if he was going to save Poof, than it would be best for him to learn what he was facing.

"What is an Anti-Magi?"

Vicky's face suddenly lighten up, as if she were happy to move on to the more important part of their conversation and leave this one in the dust.

"Good question-"

"Idiot," said Norm.

"I'll put your house on top of a Swedish Fire Torch," she said as Norm hissed at the idea of being anywhere near something Canadian. "To answer your question, let me start off by saying that Anti-Magi isn't a species. It's more of a class."

Timmy only became more confused.

"Think of it this way, fairies are a subclass, anti-fairies are a subclass, and pixies are a subclass. But they are all apart of the same class, magic. We humans are our own subclass, animals are their own subclass, plants are their own subclass. But..."

Timmy realized she was testing to see whether he was getting this or not. "...But we're all one class?"

"Non-magic, if none of them were magical that is. This is what I mean by different class, and the anti-magi are a class that is separate from both magical and non-magical. It's the third and final one of the three existing domains, and home to its own set of subclasses."

"Why are they called, Anti-Magi?" he asked he was being brought up to speed.

"It's because of what the entire class is capable of. Those in the magical class produce magic, are made of magic, and control magic. Those in the non-magical class like you and me don't produce magic, but can be highly sensitive to it and even manipulate it into changing. But the ones in the anti-magical class eat it, absorb it, and destroy it."

Timmy inhaled sharply as he finally understood what she was saying. These Anti-Magi were worse than the Anti-Fairies, and they had Poof sitting in their clutches.

"I'm sorry, but this is just giving me more reason save Poof as soon as possible," he clenched his fist as his mind raced to possibilities. "Unless...they already-"

"Nope, he's still alive," Vicky interrupted. Timmy suddenly felt his spirit rise up, Poof was okay. "Like I said before, the little guy has a lot of raw magical power. It'll take the anti-magi at least three days to drain him of every single dropped. After that, however, when he isn't able to produce anymore, they'll just take the magic he's made out of. And that's the part where they eat him."

Once again, Timmy was about to argue that he should be saving his brother right now instead of talking.

"I know, I know. You want to save your brother," she stopped him before he could start. "But let me ask you this, what are you going to do when you face of against an anti-magi by yourself."

Timmy stopped to think. "What do you mean?"

"Just what I said, how are you going to handle them."

"...I feel like there's more to this question than I know."

"Wow, he's insightful," Norm was being Norm.

"I'll dump you in maple syrup."

"Alright, alright!" said the voice before he became quiet once again.

"Here's the thing, the anti-magi are very hard to defeat with just normal mean. Some of their common names are 'Formless' and 'Voidwalker', the first because they are highly resistant to physical damage. So, what are you going to do to something that eats magic for breakfast and will suffer little from being hit by a kid?"

Timmy sat back as he tried to think of an answer. He also needed time to process all the information he had gained in just the past few minutes. Never would he have thought that there was so much more beyond just magic. Now he was curious about the non-magic and anti-magic classes just as much as he was about the magic class. But as for this question, what could he say. What could he really do to stop something that had a name like Voidwalker.

Suddenly, the gears in his head began to turn as he thought of something else.

"Vicky, what's the Void?"

Vicky, in return, blinked at the sudden change in topic. And then she grinned her look became filled with as amusement. She didn't say anything at first, but Turner felt he had asked the right question.

"The Void is something like a dimension parallel to all realities," she said. "It is empty, it is dark, and it is endless, but we owe a lot to it. Everything comes from it, and eventually everything returns to it. Magic, matter, energy, and life. The first magical beings come from the Void, the first non-magical beings originated from the matter and energy that comes from the Void, and all anti-magical beings are made from the Void."

Wow, now that was alot.

"It's why they are so difficult to handle."

"So if I want to stop them and save Poof..." he was careful with his choice of words. He still wasn't sure of how to deal with this enemy. But luckily, Vicky spared him from that.

"You would have to use the Void against them," she grinned with satisfaction. "Take their greatest strength from them and they will crumble all the more easier in your hands."

Timmy was silent, and strangly feeling empowered by this. Finally, he had a way to strike back at the anti-magi. But then he remembered that, actually, he knew how to strike back, he didn't have the method on hand.

"How do I use it?"

"Just by yourself, you can't. Non-magical creatures like us are sensitive to it-the same way as we're sensitive to magic-and can even visit it, but as for controling it we're at a lost."

He slammed a fist into the table. "So I'm right back at square one."

"Nope, I'm using the Void right now."

He blinked. "What?"

"Been using it for a while, now, in fact. I hid you and your little brother in that cloak you're wearing right now with it, making you nearly invisible to anyone that tried to look at you. It was working, to, until you met that anti-magi. Being outside of my presence and in his tampered with the cloak, just enough that he could smell a bit of the magic from your fairy. If I had known..." she closed her eyes for a moment. "Sorry."

He remained quiet, still thinking before he opened his mouth.

"How did you do it?" he asked. "How do you use the void?"

She raised her hand to eye level. "Can you see it?" she asked him. The boy looked carefully, but in all honesty he could see nothing but a vanilla white hand with similar fingers. "No? Try now." Not exactly understanding, he tried once more and focused his vision as he looked harder. However, he still couldn't see anything out of the ordinary-wait, right there! A shimmer appeared at the base of her index finger, something was amiss. Focusing, he watched as the shimmer faded away and revealed two rings sitting on the finger. The one to the bottom and at the very base had a large pink gemstone in the middle, followed by a row of tiny, crystal clear gems that circled the ring. The one on top was similar in shape and the way it was made, but the large gem in the middle was pale and lifeless compared to the other ring. Both were made out of platinum, a grayish silver which lorded the rings with magnificence.

"Pretty little things, aren't they?" she said.

"...These will let me control the Void?"

"If the user can control them, sure."

Timmy reached slowly out with a finger that extended. It almost seemed unreal with all of what he was digesting in his head, the answer to his problem was all inside one ring. He could stop the anti-magi, he could save Poof, the could find a way to return home. All he had to do was take the ring.

But before he could even touch it, he became aware of this sudden feeling. A feeling that told to back away from the ring and rethink this. A feeling that grown into a reflex, which had grown into instinct. He stopped reaching towards the ring, leaving his hand halfway across the table, and then he looked up. Vicky grinned back at him, though it was more of that innocent smile she wore. It reminded him of a time when this conversation would have been completely, and utterly, blasphemy.

"What do you want for it?" he asked. The smile was replaced as the grin came to full bloom like a flower on a moonlit night. Timmy was surprised...by the fact he wasn't surprised. This had been going along pretty easily, but he had let himself forget who he was dealing with. Even if she was supposedly different.

"Like I said before, non-magical beings can manipulate magic into changing its form. I did just that to make these rings, but the ingredients weren't cheap. Some weren't even for sale, and now I'm hated by those who I wish to protect," she said casually. "Can you imagine that, I'm pretty likable if I have to say it modestly."

The boy remained silent, knowing that it was better to listen than to speak.

"My point is that I sacrificed a lot to make 'both' of them. Just one is worth more than you can ever hope to achieve without it. What do I want for it? I'm glad you asked because I'm not going to give it to you for free," her voice became strict and face became sharp. "I want you to use this ring for what I intended it for when I made it. And that is to save my dimension from the anti-magi."

Turner blinked.

"I saw you hesitate the first time I asked you. I'm sure you're a nice guy, and maybe if I was someone else, you'd be more agreeably. Plus-cough-there's the little incident of you being brought here against your will, which can also be linked to your little brother being kidnapped by those who want him over for dinner...as the main course...but nevertheless, I can't waste the ring on someone who isn't going to use it for what it was made for."

He stared at her for a moment, not sure how to respond.

"I don't hate you," he said finally, catching her attention. "I just, have...pretty bad memories of you. To be honest, I wasn't sure how to act. You remind me of two people from my universe, almost in perfect sync with one another. The first is my world's version of you, she would have took the ring and used it to rule the world. The second is her sister, she-"

He was cut off by the overbearing aura that was coming from across the table. It was a cocktail of greed, dominance, and whole bunch of other things that could be evil. Looking at Vicky, he saw that aura dance around her like its feet caught on fire. She grinned at him him in a way that made him think of his Vicky even more.

"Oh, I wouldn't put that past me," she said slyly. "Money, power, fame. These are just a few things I'm guilty of wanting...by the way, what was her sister like?"

Timmy cringed. "Uh...do you like saurkraute? She liked saurkraute, you look like you like saurkraute!" He wasn't about to tell her what Tootie was guilty of wanting.

"As a matter of fact, I love saurkraute," she said happily. "But not as much as I would love to own this world and all of its treasures. The anti-magi are taking it away from us, turning it into their hunting grounds to serve as a means of getting more magical creatures to munch on. Well, I'm taking it back by force, this one, large damsel in distress. It's the least of a reward I can have for all I went through. Don't you agree?"

He stayed quiet like a good little Timmy Turner should be when Vicky talks about world conquest.

"Actually, that gives me an idea." She looked at him with a gleam in her eye, as she proudly said "Vicky and Timmy, take over the world."

Silence. Silence was a soft mountain stream that rolled gently along its way. Hardly impossing, but still there.

"Guys? Take over the world..." she was confused by their silence.

"Oh, we heard you," Norm's voice reappeared. "We both just agree that it sounds pretty stupid."

"Who asked your opinion anyways," she responded hautily. Turning back to Timmy, she saw that he had a similar opinion as Norm. Pouting slightly, she said "Back to the topic, I still can't give you the ring if you don't agree to my price. And, I'm sorry, but if you can't do that then I can't waste anymore time with you."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that I'll go on to fight this war I'm having, and you will just have to figure out how your going to live in this world. Oh, I'll help you find a place to stay, see if I can get you in school, make sure your accustomed to life in my dimension. But after that, you won't be seeing me again," her face was devoid of all emotion, there was no hint of sarcasm or contempt. She meant what she said even if she wasn't doing it for kicks or enjoyment. "I brought you here with my last wish from Norm, I don't have any other way to return you back to your home. Even if we, or I by myself, manage to rescue your little brother, you will still be stuck here for a long time. So, it all balls down to this moment with the choice that you make."

He stared at her, taken aback by her firm attitude.

"Accept my offer, and you will be the second most wanted criminal on this earth after yours truly. A thousand enemy will surround you from all sides, some of them will even be those who I demand you protect. Your friends before all of this began, fairies, humans, people from both classes, etcetera. You'll want to help them, and you will be in the long run, but until the end you might hurt all of them."

His nostrils flared as she explained just what he was getting into. Perhaps this wasn't a bright idea.

"Decline. And I will forget your existence."

...Not even Norm made a comment this time. It was cold, calculated, quick, and efficient. It showed just how serious she was, not even wasting breath over complicated words. What surprised him, however, was by how pure it was of negative or positive emotions. The Vicky he knew would have took some time to enjoy playing his mind and breaking it apart with tricks, cunning, and deception. This one felt different. It was not her intention to sound cruel, just to be anything but soft. There was no sugar coating the facts she had brought to parley with, and she'd rather not waste either of their time anymore.

Timmy inhaled as he thought carefully. Could he really take on an entire world of enemies, just for one fairy.

...

"Give me the ring," he said as he looked her right in the eye. "This world is just going to have to learn how ridiculous I can get when those important to me are in trouble."

The redhead grinned before saying "Hold out your finger." Slowly, Timmy pointed out his trigger finger towards her as she did the same towards him. He was curious about what she was intending, but soon got his answer. The ring on her finger, the one with the pale gemstone in the middle, slipped right off, flew across the table, and slid right over his own. Timmy recoiled his hand, startled by the sudden transition of the ring. He half expected that the thing was alive with a mind of its own, but realized that was not the case. Though beautiful in design, the ring didn't seem to have much to be proud of. Magically, at least, or anything to deal with the supernatural.

"Whatever you do, don't take it off and don't loose it," the girl said to him with a triumphant grin.

Nodding, the boy asked "Alright, now how do I use it?"

"Oh you'll figure that out in a minute, I'm going to give you a crash course on doing just that," she said. "But first, you should take off that cloak. It's old, stale, and doesn't even work anymore with just hiding your face."

He slowly worked off the tattered rag, and, in doing so, felt as if he were emerging from a cocoon. Born anew like a butterfly, Timmy turned back to Vicky. Who rested her chin in her palm with her eyes closed, seemingly deep in thought. She was also muttering to herself, a bit of which he was able to catch on.

"Still need to hide your face, no guarantee that you'll pass with flying colors," she started to bite her nail. "Can't use the Void yet to do it, so I'll have to do it myself. But how-"

She suddenly froze in her muttering, and then looked at him with a blank face. Timmy was starting to feel a little uncomfortable until her expression changed. Her facial features lighten up once more that day as an idea came to her, she grinned as popped her fist into her open palm like a mallet.

"That's it ," she said triumphantly as if she solved a puzzle.

"You're found a way to hide my face?" he said.

"Oh-uh, you could hear me," she poked her fingers with a nervous smile on her face.

"Yeah, thanks for the vote of confidence."

"I'm sure you'll do fine, really!"

"Never mind," he said as straighten up. "I'm ready, do it."

Grinning, the redhead fixed her glasses, catching the light and causing it to shine. Then she closed her eyes and brought her hand to her face, covering her mouth. With his ears attuned, Timmy could hear a tiny smooch as she kissed her palm gently. Then laid her hand forward, parallel to the table, and blew. A little pair of red lips shimmered into existence as they floated away on the wind. They moved like a butterfly, fragile-but-graceful, innocent-yet-enlighten, weak-however-courageous. Sadly, this beautiful performance soon came to an end as they landed with a light tap.

Right on Timmy Turner's cheek.

Blink. His eye rolled down, noticing the taint of red that now stuck to him like a sticker. Blink. He pulled his glass of water, which he hadn't touched at all until now, closer to him and checked his reflection. Blink. After that, he looked back up at Vicky who just smiled at him. Blink.

Back in Timmy's head.

We see the crew lying on the floor, playing a game of scrabble. They are already quite deep into the game, taking up most of the board and the bonus points. It comes down to one Timmy, who just can't seem to think of a new word with his letters. Suddenly, a light turns on and one of the monitors start beeping. Turning to the Timmy closest to it, the one keeping score, he says "Oh hey, can you push that button over there. The red one to the right."

"This one?" said the score keeper as he hit it.

In reality.

"...AAAHHHHH!" the boy screamed in shock. When he was done, he considered doing it again. But instead decided to focus his attention into different matters, such as rubbing the abomination off!

Something tapped him on his shoulder, and snapped his attention towards it. It turned out to just be the waiter.

"Sir, is everything alright?" the man seemed to express some genuine concern. Looking around him, the boy noticed that he managed to the attention of every person in the café. Feeling a bit embarrassed by his sudden out burst, he turned back to Vicky. Who, in turn, gave him a sour look that made him cringe. Reaching into her vest, she pulled out Poof's rattle and tossed it over to him. Eagerly he caught it, handling it with care.

"I hope you pass this test," she said before taking his glass of water, and started sipping it for herself. Timmy began to wonder what kind of test she was going to be giving him. Then he realized she hadn't even told him what it would be, or gave him much of a hint. He was about to ask when he noticed that hand of the waiter had yet to leave him. Turning to him, he was about to send the man on his way. When he saw his face, however, he felt stunned. The man stared down at the boy with a face that had less emotion than a blank slate. His eyes were focused, pinpointed, on the boy, or, rather, what he was holding. Looking down at his hands, Timmy saw Poof's rattle. Looking back up at the man, he saw blank eyes. These eyes, however, suddenly shifted towards Timmy as the waiter's lips twitched. He growled in a way no regular human should growl.

Turning back to Vicky, he saw that the redhead had just finished off his glass of water with a "Phew". Then she looked at him.

"Don't disappoint me."

The grip on shoulder suddenly tighten as the waiter dragged the boy from his seat and across. Kicking and struggling, he tried to break free from the hold but to no avail could he do so. Finally, he called out to all of the nearby people, hoping that any of them would help him. But when he looked up at them, he saw that they all stared back with the same blank face as the waiter. They soon lost interest in the boy and turned to Vicky, who was waving a hand towards the boy at her back. When they finally reached the double door at the back of the café, the waiter made an unrealistic leap forward and burst through.

"Good luck."

And that was the last he heard of her. Now, he was alone.

The jumped the waiter made carried them several meters forward and even through another pair of double doors. This time, after the man went through them, he stuck his feet out and caught the ground underneath him. Forcing both himself and Timmy, who he now grabbed by the shirt, the man remain silent as he kept a firm grip over his new prisoner. Timmy tried to fight back, but was soon shocked by the sudden change in his environment. The café had been a nice sized café, but it was no comparison to its storage room.

The regular flooring had disappeared completely, breaking off into dirt and solid rock. Looking around, he saw that he was at the entrance of gigantic cave. The ceiling was ten meters above him, the bottom, and he was surprised to see that there was even more cave than what he previously thought, was another ten meters down. The other side of the cave, "ugh", he didn't even try to think off how far it was. At the top, rocks stood out from the walls and the ceiling, some were large enough to make bridged from one side of the cave to the other. From them, chains of all different lengths hanged from them. Some were even long enough to touch the floor and still had links to spare. The bridges were also strong, a few of them held good sized boulders that crush just about anything if they were to fall over. A few lights, mostly torches, were high on walls and gave limited visibility within the cave.

It was hardly correct to call this a room, it was more like the lair of a final boss in a dungeon.

Turning to the waiter, the boy saw that the man was staring down at him with a snarl on his lips.

"Where's the bathroom?"

Apparently, he didn't think that was funny and tossed the boy off the side of the entrance. Lucky for Timmy, while it was a long drop, the man didn't toss him far. Instead of dropping straight down, he rolled down the slope of rocks and gravel. Not exactly the softest way to go but it kept him from going splat. Finally rolling to a stop at the bottom of the mound, Timmy groaned as he sat himself up. He didn't appear to be bruised, had only a few scratches, and thankfully nothing was broken. He had just gotten to his feet when the waiter fell from above.

Landing, promptly, in front of Timmy, the man hardly seemed shaken by his ten meter drop. He turned around to face the young brunette, and growled like an animal that was stating its claim over the territory. As much as Turner would have liked to leave this place to it, he figured that wasn't much of an option if it meant getting past this , in all the man's ferociousness, he did not attack Timmy. He was playing this intimidation tactic, probably trying to scare the boy into submission.

When he followed the guy's line of sight, he saw that he was looking at his hand where held Poof's wand. Did he sense its magic? Maybe he found it more interesting than the boy himself.

"Or maybe the ring is hiding it from him," Turner thought in his head. It was a possibility, Vicky told him that she used the ring to control the Void, and the Void to hide Timmy. Maybe the ring was finally working its magic. He wasn't sure, perhaps he should try testing it first. The boy extended his hand to the right to see if the man really could sense the magic, and whether or not the ring was working.

The waiter pounce like a cat with his fingers stretched out as killer claws. Timmy had little time to react, he wasn't exactly standing in a favorable position. But he used this to his advantage and willing tripped forward as he fell to the left. A small explosion went off where he had been standing just a second ago and the boy hurried to his feet. He saw that the waiter had his hand stuck in the mound of dirt and rock that boy had rolled down from. On one note, this was good. The man had his back to Turner thanks to the placement of his arm. But Timmy, even from his new favorable position, had a feeling that he wasn't safe. He jumped back, and just within the nick of time.

The man ripped his arm from the mound and swung back in a wide arc, almost catching the boy. A spray of dust was the only thing that managed to hit Timmy as he put some distance between him in the man. He didn't turn his back on him, didn't take his eyes off of him either. He paid attention to three parts of the man's body, eyes, torso, and feet. Such was how he had been taught to fight, by Francis.

"You want me to do what?" he could hear the bully's voice in his head. "So, you help me study and make good grades...and I get to use you as a punching bag? Turner, you have yourself a deal!" Timmy could also remember the giant nearly breaking his hand from squeezing it, and then single handily slamming him into the ground. Apparently, class had started.

"Reah!" the waiter screeched at the boy, annoyed that he was being difficult with his capture. Now that he had some space, Timmy acted quickly as he put himself in a better position to face off against this adversary. He moved his feet apart at his shoulder, balancing his weight at the ball of them. He lowered himself to a slight crouch, and thus kept his center of gravity under control. Taking a step back, he felt what was probably a metal pipe lying around on the floor. Kicking it to his side, he listened carefully to judge how far it landed away from him. Eyes still on the waiter, a drop of sweat ran down the side of his forehead as the man took a step forward. He was still watching the magic rattle in the boy's hand.

"You want this?" Turner asked. The man was still snarling at him, but at least he had stopped baring his teeth. Finally, the boy was being a good captive and giving into the demand's of his captors. Or, at least, that's probably what he was thinking until the boy shoved the wand in his pocket and said "Well too bad, you lost your chance to get a tip from me!"

"GREEEAAA!" he screeched before leaping the distance in a single pounce. But Timmy was ready this time, he had seen it happened twice before and experienced a third for himself, he knew it was coming. He jumped for the pipe to his left and grabbed it in a role. Looking back towards the man, his spirit nearly sank when he saw that the waiter was nearly on top of him. The man had been expecting the boy's trickery, and was ready to act on it. Now he came bearing down on the brunette with arms outstretched like an eagle's talons. All seemed lost for the boy, when he suddenly jammed a good sized rock into the guy's mouth.

The pipe wasn't the only thing he picked up from off the ground, and, speaking of which, he used that to. Letting it slid out to its very end in his palm, Timmy moved to the side as he used the pipe like a baseball bat and smashed the rock while it was inside of the waiter's mouth. And while it didn't send him out of the park, the waiter did fall back and on the back of his head. The man shook for a moment and became still as he slipped into unconsciousness.

Timmy could only stand firm for a moment before letting out a sigh, he wasn't sure he could actually win. As he was a good tutor in academics, Francis was a good tutor in martial arts. But the way they taught one another was fairly different, whereas Timmy would use his patience as a teacher to teach Francis, Francis relied on his strictness as a teacher to make Timmy teach himself. When Francis started off, Timmy taught him to master what he found easy, first, so that he could focus more of his time and attention on what he found hard. His method was like a river, makes twist, makes turns, even make mistakes and loops, but don't stop the flow and learn as you go.

Francis, on the other hand, beat his lesson into Timmy in a specific order. Literally. The bully actually had rules, and he was surprisingly good at maintaining those rules when teaching. If Timmy's way was a river that would eventually lead to ocean of knowledge, Francis' way was the stubborn stone in the river. Refusing to give up his standards but polishing his student throughout the process. Unfortunately, depending on your view at what was more sufferable, they only had one summer and not much time to continue as school started back up a week ago. Francis taught basics before he moved onto advance, and Turner was no exception. So he basically had no special punches, kicks, or techniques of any kind that others fawned over and tried to copy. Francis only got around to teaching the brunette two things specifically.

That was how to dodge and how to fight dirty.

Flashback:

"Alright squirt, take your best shot at me," the titan said to the kid while they were in the junkyard. Timmy, grateful that they had finally moved on from their dodging lessons for the day, sent his fist flying into Francis' chin. The bigger of the two absorbed the hit, and karate chopped Timmy on the head. It was light considering Francis' strength, but it still hurt and probably gave the brunette a bump. "You idiot, what do you think you're doing?"

"What?! I thought the chin was a good place to punch," he said back.

Francis rubbed his chin knowingly and responded "True, but you're so weak that it hardly fazes me."

"So your mad that I'm weak?"

"No. I'm mad that you're smart, know that you're weak, and aren't taking advantage of your environment," he waved his hand to emphasize their surroundings. "Look at this place, even for an idiot it's a playground so long as they have imagination."

"But...couldn't I really hurt you?" the kid was starting feel concern for Francis' way of thinking. The giant put his hands on Timmy's shoulder and squeezed, but not to tightly. "When someone is meaning to hurt you, it's important that you choose whether to avoid them, or hurt them back. But never just let them continue, do what you can to stop the fight as quickly as possible."

Timmy was surprised at Francis' insight on fighting.

"Fight dirty to end cleanly."

Current day:

Looking back at the waiter, Timmy wondered if Francis would be proud. He never really had much of a test to show off his skills, and, while he excelled in his dodging, the furthest he got in fighting dirty was surveying his surroundings to find something to annoy his adversary. This was definitely the first confrontation he saw through. Well, there was that guy at the paintball range, but that was more of a game than an actual assault. Except for that guy at the mall, Timmy never really felt the need to use immediate self-defense before right now.

But, that was a thought for another day.

Stepping over to his unconscious assailant, Turner decided to inspect the man. Still wary, he kept the pipe outstretched, and in between them, to keep distance, never coming close enough to poke him. Giving a wide arc, he circled to the man's head to see how much damage he had caused. He wasn't heartless. He was, in fact, shocked to see that he had knocked out all of the front teeth in the man's mouth. The rock was still there, whole with only a tiny crack running down the middle. His eyes had also rolled up and mostly the white with the little red veins showed. Turner felt remorse for his attacker. He hoped that he hadn't done too much damage, he just thought that the guy could handle it given his unique strength.

But this wasn't the most stunning thing about the man's face. For starters, there was any blood, at all. The kid wasn't bloodthirsty, but he wasn't dumb enough to think that not even a single drop wasn't weird. Also, what was even more strange about the guy's face were these little marking at both corners of his lips. Tiny, jagged, and black, it looked as if someone had took the time to draw little cracks on his face. It would actually make for a nice tattoo when Timmy thought about it, but it still confused him. He was fairly certain they weren't there when he first saw the man.

Sudden movement and the boy froze as he was ready to jump back! Looking closely, he saw the guy's eyes fluttering like a butterfly. Not sure what to what to do, he just watched as the fluttering ceased. The man blinked once, turning his eyes to Timmy. The boy felt a chill pass through him. The look the guy gave him was cold, dead, lifeless, and fake. It was as if a fish had entered a staring contest and was trying to convince his opponent he had a soul. Well, at least fish had souls. If this guy had one, then he stole it and it wasn't his to begin with. But, what's more, even though his eyes were cold and blank, there was rage deep inside them. The man was glaring at Timmy with hate and killer intent. He looked back up towards the ceiling, closing is eyes.

And that's when things got really weird.

Snap. The sound came suddenly, jolting the boy who senses were already standing on edge. Crack! It became harsher, and the boy saw why. The lines on the edge of his mouth had extended by an inch. It cracked again and they were even longer. Both lines on both sides of the face extended at individual, crueling creating their own patterns on each cheek. When they finally stopped, and the guy's face looked like a solved puzzle, he opened his eyes.

The pupils were gone, the iris was gone, everything but the pure white of his eyes were gone. And even that was unnatural, as they glowed with a radiant light. Timmy felt a sudden spike of uneasiness and backed away, even without pupils he could tell the 'man' had turned his attention back on him. He put two meters between him and the guy, yet his instincts were still screaming at him to run while the guy was down.

Suddenly, the body lurched forward and up. The guy was standing on the very tip of his toes, arms hanging high like a scarecrow, facing the boy with the rock still in his mouth. He looked like a possessed puppet, as if the spirit had just found the body uncomfortable and cramped. His jaw tensed and Turner could see bite down on the rock. He almost couldn't believe what he was seeing, but then the rock exploded in the guy's mouth.

A small cloud of dust enveloped his entire head, hiding his face. Turner became more on unease as it began to disappear, and, when it did, he gasped in shock.

The rock was gone, that much was for sure, but so was the bottom half of the man's face. To be correct, all of the skin and flesh was gone. All that was left a pure black lower jaw with jagged sharp teeth that seemed to be an extension. In fact, it looked like one half of steel jaw trap. The person began to pull his arms back together, and shift his footing around. But ever time he did it, more snap, crack, and popping sound appeared all over. It was as if Mr. Crocker heard said the word fairies and went into his usual episode, but, this time, injured himself with every new position. Finally, man stopped and was left standing almost normally.

He let out a low growl, and Timmy knew this fight was only just beginning.

He pounced on the kid in front of him, moving with new speed and ferocity. Turner had little time to react, and instead extended his pipe, with both hands, like a staff. It connected with the guy's wrist, and Timmy was able to guide it away from him. But man, that arm was packing some power. It almost knocked the kid over right there, probably would have if he weren't so light on his feet.

However, the man was persistent this time. He lashed out again, nearly grazing the boy's face, and then again as when the last strike did not connect. After the third time of missing, he let loose a barrage of fist and clawed fingers. Timmy did his best at dodging these attacks, not sure if he could block anymore of them and expect to stay on his feet afterwards. He also tried to escape from the range of the man's arms, where he could have more breathing space from the oncoming punches. Yet, he was given no such leeway.

"RAA!" the boy suddenly burst out into a roar as he raised the pipe above him like a sword. He pressed himself forward into the barrage, raising his left knee up. He was planning to throw his body weight into one forward, vertical swing. The man must have saw this, because he pulled his right arm back and balled his hand into a fist. Then he unleashed a devastating punch to the boy's face, which had suddenly disappeared.

Timmy put his weight into it alright, into falling that this. Once again, the boy upset his balance and used it to his advantage. He had raised his knee to gather weight near his torso and make his center of gravity more easily disturbed. Then, when the punch flew to greet his face, he let the concentrated weight, and gravity, pull him out its way faster then he could have on his on. The attack, though terrifying, didn't nothing to him but blow air in his face as it went right past him. When he was sure he was safe from it, he shot his leg out to catch himself. Stopping his fall, he brought his right leg around to put in a little spin as, this time, he actually swung the pipe down and onto the arm that was sitting in front of him. It was all just a trick he had used to fool the guy into showing Timmy his unprotected back.

Then everything changed in under a single second. The pipe landed on the man's elbow with a riveting thud, which echoed throughout lair. And then Timmy felt something break as pieces of the man's arm started falling off until even his hand shattered away. All that was left was a pitch black forearm. The arm gave way at the elbow, coiling around the pipe like a snake, and punched Turner in the face.

The boy was sent flying into the side of the wall, creating a new explosion of dust upon impact. Sprawled out on the ground, he was disgruntled by the successful attack and was suddenly capable of seeing stars with his vision. He had to get back to his feet, he couldn't just lay there like a lame duck. But, try as he might, the boy was only able to get to his knees. Looking back towards his opponent, the boy tried to regain composure.

The enemy was standing in the same, almost as if he didn't know he had just swatted a fly. But then he turned towards the dust cloud where Timmy kneeled. As he did so, more pieces of his body began to fall apart. It was like a house of cards finally starting to cave in after holding their position for a great length of time. Soon his entire body had disappeared, replaced by the dark one that had been hiding underneath. The pieces had created a small pile at his feet. The only thing that was left was the upper half of his face. Reaching a hand towards it, the figure pulled off what was left of his mask and tossed it into the pile which turned into light colored dust.

Thus, Timmy saw the true form of the Anti-Magi for the first time. It was pure black, in fact, it was just like the dark world the boy saw in his dreams. It wasn't any kind flesh at all, and looked as if it would swallow someone if it hugged them. It's eyes were slightly bigger than before, glowing profusely against the dark body like a twin pair of stars. As the creature moved, it did so fluently without a hint of limitation.

"Some of their common names are 'Formless' and 'Voidwalker'," Vicky's words came back to him. Timmy finally understood why they were called that. When he had hit the thing on the arm, it immediately turned the counter attack back on him by going around it. Like a river around a rock. When you considered what the thing looked like, 'Formless' and 'Voidwalker' were actually pretty good names.

But his train of thought was cut short as the thing let out another growl. The boy understood that he could not stay down forever, his head was even starting to clear up. "But what can I do against something like that?" he was caught in a dilemma. He had to fight if he wanted to make it out of here alive, but he had to fight smartly if he wanted to achieve the same results. Looking down at the ring, he pondered "Maybe I can use the Void, like Vicky said." Maybe he could.

"Reeaaah," the Anti-Magi screeched, causing Timmy to turn back towards it. Subconsciously, the boy realized that he had no time for learning such an alien thing. He would have to figure out something else. Trying to raise himself, the boy slipped and fell back down. He was confused, so sure that he had regained his ability to control his. But when he caught himself on his hand, he realized that the fault was not his alone.

"This is..." the eyes of the boy opened wide. He looked up, directly above him, and than back at the creature. The thing was strong, and he was weak. It was ferocious, and, in comparison, his was meek. It was not looking well for the boy, however, that didn't put as much pressure on him any more. He was smart, agile, and had a little experience with what he had for an adversary. What's more, he had a plan.

The Anti-Magi stood there, waiting. Now that it had shed its false body, its victory was assured. It had no fear, if any emotions at all, towards the small human. Suddenly, there was movement as the little human stood up from the dust cloud. It looked at the creature, with determination in his eyes. As if he did not understand he was only slowing the inevitable.

"RAAAH!" Timmy charged towards the Anti-Magi, his pipe raised like a sword once more. When he was just a meter away, however, he took off his hat and swung in a wide arc into the air. From inside the pink accessory, came a large spray of dust which covered both combatants in another cloud. The boy was trying to blind the Voidwalker. As soon as he was within range of the thing, he swung right at its head without hesitation. But, when it landed, the head narrowed in width and slid away from the pipe's direction of attack. The Voidwalker hardly moved its main body to avoid the attack, and instead drove a fist towards the boy's torso. But Timmy, ever so light on his feet, jumped to the side and swung the pipe around again. This, aiming for the creature's shoulder, he watched as it to seemed to meld back as the attack missed again. This time, however, the creature turned with it. Most likely to keep Turner in its line of sight, but the boy had another theory.

Pressing the attack, he danced circles around the Voidwalker. Keeping a distance between him and it, taking a few swings when he felt he had to be aggressive, Timmy watch as the Anti-Magi seemed hardly pushed by the boy's persistence. It moved to, now, keeping up with the boy fairly easy. It also suffered zero damage from the kid's assault, the body always slipped just outside of Timmy's range of attack. No matter where he stuck at, arms, legs, head, waist, or chest, it was always one step ahead on avoiding. Though, now, it was moving along with these attacks.

Out of nowhere, the creature suddenly struck back at the boy with a clawed hand. It caught Timmy by surprise, and he was barely able to block it. The attack left him unbalance, and, when he finally regained his footing, the thing was upon him. It took its knee and jammed it into the boy's stomach. Turner was lifted into the air, winded and almost out of all breath. He nearly slipped into unconsciousness from the blow and was left with his mouth gaping wide open like a suffocating fish. When he finally came back down, he was laying on the floor and grasping at his gut.

The creature had him, it was its win. The boy had manage to use his pipe to block the knee, but the metal rod had bent from the attack. Now, its captive laid down on the floor while the damage weapon...was still curled around it's knee. Looking down at it, the Anti-magi saw something it had not noticed before. Two chains on both ends of it. One went directly up, and the other circled around the two opponents. In fact, now that the dust had settle, it could see that the two chains were connected. The end that spiraled around it eventually met up with the one on the other end.

A new sound appeared above the two, a sound of grinding earth. Looking up, the Anti-Magi saw that the chain was coiled around one of the boulders on the bridge above them. The boulder itself was sitting halfway off the edge of the bridge. But no worries, that's how it had been before, that's how it had always been. Of course, if it was nudge, even just a 'little' bit to the side...

The anti-magi look down at the boy, who smiled back innocently. The boy made a gun with his finger, pointed directly spot between its white eyes, and imitated it going off while mouthing the word 'bang'.

The boulder suddenly fell over, and the chains around the anti-magi came to life like a nest of serpents as they all flew towards it. They wrapped around it, trapping it instantly and sending it flying into the ceiling like a rocket. As the anti-magi was sling shot into the air, the boulder came and smashed into the ground with incredible power. Timmy covered his head and face, protecting himself from the rubble that flew in the more dense dust cloud.

BOOM! Another explosion went of above him, and he saw that the voidwalker had smashed into the ceiling.

Feeling an immense wave of satisfaction, Timmy marveled at another plan executed perfectly. Back when he was still dazed, he had slipped on the end of an incredibly long chain. When he traced it, it lead him back over to the anit-magi, where, the chain had suddenly shot up towards a boulder. It was sitting halfway off the bridge, almost as if it would fall if given a push. Knowing how strong the anti-magi was, it probably could have made that push. Figuring out how to set the trap was easy enough, whether it would work or not was what he wasn't sure of. When he hit it before, the thing stretched around the pole. Chances were that it could do it again, and even in a way where it could avoid him completely. But maybe if he caught it off guard...

Vicky had said they were highly resistant to physical damage, but she didn't say they were immune. Surely, even a creature the likes of this one would be out of commission for a while.

Seeing that his work had paid off, Timmy pushed himself to his feet. His stomach still hurt from that knee, but the immense swelling of pride bruised more than that. He turned around and made his way to the entrance. On his way, he looked at the ring. It was still lifeless and anything but magical, he was curious if it was broken and would ever work. Well, he didn't learn how to use it, but at least he faced off against the voidwalker and won. That would show Vicky that at least he wasn't completely useless, perhaps she could teach him how to use it later.

"Still wish I could have figured out how to use it though," he said as kept placing one foot in front of the other. "The Void-"

"REEEEAAAAA!" a roar came from above him. Looking up, Timmy was stunned to see the anti-magi standing on the bridge where the boulder had been. Its arms out stretch, its jagged jaw wide open, its eyes filled with furry and hate. At least, that's what Timmy thought when he saw its face. It was still wrapped in chains, though this time most of them hanged loosely from its body. Grabbing one end, it pulled the chain up as if it were reeling in a catch. When the links were finally stretched out, and stood up straight from the boulder, it gave a really hard yank. With a SNAP the links at the very bottom, which coiled around the boulder, broke apart as the rest of them were freed from the giant rock.

Timmy, having a vague idea of what it was planning, made a run for the exit.

When it finally collected all of the links that were still attached, the anti-magi let them slide to a certain length from its grip. Then, without warning, it swung the chain like a whip. They smashed into another giant rock with a huge BOOM, reducing half of it to powder. The chain jingled as it straighten out, and the anti-magi, seemingly satisfied, turned its full attention on Timmy who was still running for the mound. Using the chain again, the dark creature extended the links even more and wrapped it around another bridge. Then it jumped and swung over the large pit beneath it. The swing was a wide one, and carried it into the ceiling above the mound. When it met the rough surface, it dug its claw like feet into them and caught hold of itself. Looking down like a vampire bat, it watched as its prey began to scurry at the bottom of the hill.

Turner heard the explosion, he heard the jingling of the chain. He was pretty sure he knew what was coming and felt like he had pulled the short end of the stick. As soon as he got to the mound, he heard something crashing into the ceiling above him. Soon followed by the jingling the chain. He told himself not to look up, but, when he saw that he was already having to climb a ten meter tall hill, it was kind of hard not to. He saw the anti-magi staring down at him, eyes still pure white with anger from being tricked. It began to swing the chain around, trying to feed it some length and speed. Not wanting to waste another second of thinking how much trouble he would be in if that thing hit him, Timmy turned to the hill of rubble and began climbing.

A whistle flew threw air, with a great whoosh to follow. It passed over the boy three times without incident, and then on the fourth it was cut off when the chain smashed into the hill. It was off by several meters, thankfully, but that didn't stop Timmy from feeling it through the rocks. It had been quick, powerful, and devastating. Another whistle and obliterated the rocks on his other side, still off, but, closer. The boy had only gotten a few more feet, out of his half way climbed, when the struck just an inch above the tip of his fingers. Recoiling, the boy nearly fell over when the earth shifted above him.

The things attack were getting closer with each strike, it was becoming more and more accurate. "It's not going to miss next time," he realized in his head. Next time would be the last time. He could hear the whistling coming again, this time from his. The anti-magi was going to for a wide sweep, planning to scarp him off the wall. Timmy told himself to keep going, to not give up and that he could still make it. But at the last possible second, he froze. Closing his eyes, he was doomed for.

P-Po-Po-Poo...POOF!

It came from nowhere, this sound. He hardly noticed it, and, yet, it meant the world to him. Opening his eyes, he saw that the chained had disappeared. The only thing there were purple feathers that rained down from above. Staring in wonder and amazement, Timmy also noticed a light coming from below him. Looking down, he saw that his pocket was glowing with a purple light that shined brightly. Reaching his hand inside of it, he pulled out Poof's rattle, which glowed with an intense light. It felt warm...happy, even, as if it had served some great purpose.

"...Even though you're gone, you're still the one saving m-" he choked back the words as he kept the tears from falling. He couldn't waste anymore time hear, not when his little brother was doing his job for him.

Returning to the climb, Timmy scaled the mountain of rubble as quickly as he could. It didn't even take him a minute to make it to the top. The tunnel that lead to the doors was right in front of him, and ran into it like a demon. He could have been in there for more than a few seconds, when he nearly reached them. His hands outstretched, he was about to charge something grabbed him and halted the boy in an instant. That same something held him in the air as it turned him around.

Struggling as much as he could, Timmy tried to escape from the grip that held him. When he finally looked back, he saw the anti-magi standing above him. Height wise, it might have been two meters. And though it was pretty lean and hardly seemed to have anything that resembled fat on its body, its size was still, somewhat, imposing. It had its right hand over his right wrist, but soon turned the work over to its left hand as it grabbed the boy his shirt. Lifting him higher in the air, the creature stopped until it was at eye-level with the boy. Its eyes were luminous in the dark, and, up close, its body looked even more unreal with it being even darker than the tunnel.

Suddenly, it made a sound that was similar to a burp and a feather came out of its mouth. It floated gently until it landed on the anti-magi's arm, and melted into it. The creature turned its attention to Timmy's hand, and the boy remember that he was still holding the magic rattle. Throwing his hand back, he refused to let the thing have it and began to kick and punch at its body. The voidwalker-barely affected by the struggle-drove the boy into the side of the tunnel, hitting the back of his head against the rock and rendered him unconscious.

"Uuuh," he groaned. The anti-magi saw that this was sufficient enough of a hold, and did no further damage. Reaching over, it grabbed the rattle and took it from him.

"Give it...back...I have to...get to my...family" he said weakly.

"Which one? The one gave birth to you, or the one that adopted you?" the voiced appeared in his head again.

"...Both..." he muttered under his breath

"Choose one."

"They're the same one you idiot."

"...Explain."

"One gave birth to the old me, the other adopted the old me," he said. "The same that gave birth to the old me adopted the new me, the same one that adopted the old me gave birth to me."

"Next question: Do you want to return to them?"

"Of course I do."

"So you admit that you don't 'need' to return to them?"

"Still an idiot, I see. Of course I 'need' to get back to them."

"Why?"

"Because I made them my family. There's no place I'd rather be than with them."

"But it could all just be a dream, your life. One big, long, and epic dream, and no more."

"...I don't mind...it was the best dream I've ever had...given the chance...I'd go through it all over again."

Silence.

"We still on for talking?"

"...I think it's time to-"

The anti-magi watched as the boy muttered in his sleep, showing some curiosity in whatever he could possible be dreaming. But it grew bored of this and turned its attention back to its prize.

The rattle's glow died down, as if it knew it was hopeless to fight back. The voidwalker raised it up and to its mouth, which opened to extended to those jagged teeth that protruded from its jaw. It was bottoms up for this creature.

When suddenly, the boy's hand shot up and grabbed hold of the arm the anti-magi was using to hold him.

Normally, this would hardly bother it. Except, this time, the hand took firm hold of the creature. It didn't meld away from it, and when it tried to the hand did not let go. Annoyed, the dark creature turned its attention to the boy.

All of a sudden, a bright and blinding light appeared, stunning the creature who raised its hand with the wand to defend its vision. It was like a sun had been born within the earth, creating light where it had never existed. Suddenly, the other hand the captive had shot out from the brightness and grabbed hold of the rattle. When the light finally died down and relaxed in its intensity, the creature risked looking towards the source. The only thing in front of him was the boy with three glowing eyes. No, upon closer inspection, it saw-

"WAKE UP!" Timmy roared before head butting the face of the voidwalker.

There was a cracking sound and suddenly the thing screeched in intense pain. It flung the boy, who took the wand, through the tunnel. Turner broke through the doors, both pairs, and into the café. He thought he was also going to fly out of the place as well, until something him stopped him.

It seemed to absorb all the power in the throw, and support his weight, but it didn't hurt when he crashed into it. In fact it was quite small, definitely no wall and not even bigger than his own hand. It set him down gently after a few seconds, and, when he opened his eyes, he saw Vicky standing about him. She stared at him with a face full of surprise and her cheeks in a slight blush. Then she smiled, not that innocent/devious smile, but more of a discovery smile. Fixing her glasses, and catching the light in them, she pointed a finger in the air in victory before turning it back on him.

"Congratulations, you pass with flying colors!" she said in way that made her sound pumped. He did? He passed the test? Following her finger, he looked down at his right hand.

The ring was glowing, or, to be more exact, the large gemstone in the middle was glowing. It had turned from a lifeless, pale stone into a vibrant, sky blue crystal. It shined like a tiny star. He also saw glass, when he looked. Not in the ring, next to his hand. In fact, there was a lot of it. Looking around, he was stunned to find that the café was a mess. Chairs were smashed, tables were smashed, booths were smash, the bar looked okay, windows were smash! There were also burn marks, everywhere! Not to mention, six piles of light dust.

"Ahem," she coughed into her closed hand. Timmy blinked, and looked back up at Vicky. She grinned at him, oblivious to his shock. Her own ring glowing pink, just like her eyes.

"When I first saw you, I told you that you weren't ready to enter the Void. And that when you were ready to return, I would come find you."

The double doors at the back of the café burst open as the voidwalker jumped in. A large crack ran in between its eyes, a new feature that Timmy didn't recognize. It to, seemed to be utterly surprised by the state the café was in. Turning to the last two people there, it growled angrily as it prepared to pounced.

Timmy looked back up at Vicky in fright, she had her back to the creature and hadn't seen its approach. He tried to to warn her about the enpending danger that lurked behind her. But before he could get the first syllable out, it pounced. It covered the distance in a single jump, under a single second, with a single goal in its mind. It was going to tear these two apart and turn what's left into shreds.

However, without batting an eye, Vicky's right hand struck out behind her and pierced the chest of the voidwalker.

"RAAAAAA!" the voidwalker released an unearthly roar. Vicky's entire hand had disappeared into its torso in a single plunged, the force from the counter strike caused new cracks to appear. Timmy felt as if his eyes were going to pop out of his head. He had a feeling, that somehow she was more dangerous than she looked. And that was saying a lot.

"Well, it looks like you are ready..." she said "And I've found you."

The voidwalker continued to roar in pain as the cracks spread across its entire body. It looked like shattered glass that had been glued together, creating an ruined shell to its original appearance. When they finally stopped, Vicky opened her free hand.

A tiny spark appeared and grew into a blazing pink fire ball. Timmy watched in awe as the pink flame danced for her, he no longer had any doubts. Vicky clenched her hand into a fist, extinguishing the flame, or so he thought. It reappeared in the cracks in the voidwalker, racing throughout them like an angry river throughout a dry canyon.

Then, with a great FWOOSH the entire voidwalker burst into flames. Engulfed in the pink inferno, the creature was reduced to ashes. They to, the ashes that is, were burned away into nothing as the fire devoured everything it touched. When all remains of the voidwalker had been destroyed, the column of fire vanished into thin air.

Vicky, who was still focusing one Timmy, crouched down in front of him. With her knees to her chest, She brought herself to eye level with boy. Timmy, not sure of what to think at the moment, just watched as she moved closer to him. She had gotten so close, in fact, that he could touch her. He stared at her, completely absorbed into this mysterious person that was before him. The more he looked at her, the more he thought he didn't know her. But the more time he spent with her, the more she felt familiar to him. As if he'd known her a long time, and only now had he started to recognize another side to her.

Suddenly, she reach her open hand out to him.

"What do you say?

He found his face getting warmer as she grinned.

"Want to conquer the world with me?

He gulped.

"...Yes."

End of First Arc: Dimmsdale

To be continued...

Oh...my...god...

I'm finally finished! Yeaaah! I didn't think I would make it, but I did, and I'm finally done! Oh gosh, I feel so happy right now.

Also, I would like to tell you that there's a community and a forum for this pairing. They are known as "Fairly Forbidden" and "Beautiful Blasphemy", you should check em out.

But it's late, and I need to go to bed soon.

I'll write an actual author's note tomorrow. But until then, I hope you like the chapter.

*One month later* Sorry, sorry, sorry. I totally forgot about this. I updated my profile and forgot all about this. Again, sorry.

Author's Note:

The reason I called this the last chapter is because it is the last chapter...of this arc. You might have read this in my other A/Ns or on my profile, but, just to be clear, I'm writing this in arcs. Why? See, in the past, I've always wanted and tried to write nice, epic, and long fics. The problem, however, was that I had no paitience or focus. That is why out of all my fics, only one is done and completed...two when you count the oneshot I just published a week ago, but we'll get to that in a second.

Separating TVCW into arcs allows me to focus. It provides order, and doesn't let me spiral out of control. That way, I can make the long run.

Now, another thing I want to do is write more fanfiction for the pairing. Sadly, I don't think I can write them and TVCW at the same time. Things will get mixed, ideas can become repetitive. It's just more trouble on me. So, after the ending of each arc, I'm going to take a little break to write all of these other fics before I start on TVCW again. This way, I can separate myself and be given time to think. That way, the new fics feel original when you read them, and all the more enjoyable.

So these are my two main reasons.

So is this the last chapter? No! I'm just taking a little break so that I can freshen up with brand new ideas.

You will see the next chapter come the next arc. But for now, please enjoy the new fanfics I'm publishing in between.