DISCLAIMER: I own nothing in this story. Not even the base of the plot, actually. XD

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Aaaaaaand SCENE. Alrightyrightyrighty. Got a deput fanfic to scratch the rust off and kickstart my crap.

And as a kickstart, it's an adopted fanfic. 'Prisoner of Myself' was originally 'i-tried-but-the-fandom-won'

Because for some reason Fairly Odd Parents is the one show that's stayed with me all these years. I unno. But I've re-quoted 'LIKE PAAAAANTS' at every possible oppertunity since I was eight. XD Then the first episode I got to watch in years is Poof's deput so I'm like- OMG HE'S THE CUTEST THING EVER AWIOAWBAPEFOIWBAPWJREPUOOF.

I can get used to Sparky... slowly... Just gotta remember... that... Timmy loves him... Timmy loves him... Timmy loves him... hmprgff...

But yeah, I could've started this earlier but my computers been being sensitive so I can't be rough with it anymore. Can't illegally download youtube videos anymore. Meh, it forces me to find something more productive to do anyway.

Things can de-motivate me pretty easily, so thats why I need YOU GUYS... TO REVIEW... AND TELL ME TO GET. OFF. MY. BOOO-TEEEEHHH.

OKAY, SO, I RAMBLE. The first few chapters are re-writes of ITbtFW's. Aw, that's a cute abbreviation. This was one of her first fanfics and I can relate to having an old story you want to see finished but don't have the direct interest in doing so.

Hope the SparkyH8rz don't nosedive the shows popularity, it's the only good cartoon still on. XD

I wanted to keep with the same chapter contents of the original, but I felt like things should of been spaced a bit more. I'm posting these all together so the first clump'll be the rewritting. I like to pay tribute to originals. So, ere' we go! 8D

~~~Nightmares~~~

"Pleeeease!" Timmy begged, down on his knees, hoping that seeing their fourteen-year-old son crying might make them listen. "Let me stay up with you guys- I'll be quiet, we can do whatever you want, just let me stay up- okay? Please!? Pleeeeeeease!"

"Sorry Tommy." Timmy tried not to twitch at that. "But yooou know that it's a school night tonight. No dilly-dallying now."

Timmy choked down a frustrated sigh, "Uh, Dad? No, it's Friday. That means no school- Common please please please! I'll even study the whole time! anything you say just pleeeeeease let me stay up with you guys!" He thought that maybe if he stayed up with them, it would be alot easier. Something to distract him from sleepiness. But-

"Now Timmy, you know what Dr. Ox said about teenagers who stay up all night." Mom lectured.

"They get cancer!" Dad informed him thusly.

Timmy bit his lip to keep from backtalking them. Explaining everything wrong with that sentance. Not that it would make a difference now. Nope. Wouldn't make a damn difference.

But he tried again. One more push. The tears ready to start weither he urged them on or not.

"Please? guys. I... I haven't slept well lately... and it just makes me feel worse-"

"No Timmy! Your father and I have a very special night planned." His Mom intterupted. "Now you go to your room and we want you asleep by 10:00 as always."

"But-"

"No buts! go to bed right now mister!"

Timmy inhaled sharply and stared at them for a moment. Starting to hope his reddening face and glittering eyes might persuade them. But the closer the tears got to coming the more he didn't want them see it. If his word wasn't enough he knew it wasn't worth it anymore. He turned around and made his steady way up the steps.

While making through the hall- unconsiously stomping the whole way- he let out the breath he'd been holding. Not blinking his eyes so they would dry before he got to his room. There was no reason to cry anymore. He had to tell himself.

Without thinking he opened his door swiftly and then shut it hard with a loud-

BAM

"Eeeeeeuuuhhhh!"

Timmy spun around quickly, instantly guilty and apoligetic. "I'm sorry Poof I'm sorry!"

With his instant and sincere apoligy Wanda swallowed her lecture, reaching down to settle Poof who she'd been rocking in his crib seconds earlier. "It's alright Timmy, I take it the talk with your parents didn't go so well?"

Timmy's face hardened again. Remembering the newest of failed arguments with Mom and Dad. "Yeah, got that right."

"Did they throw Dr. Ox at you again?" Cosmo asked from across the room. He was in Sparky's new dog bed with a watermelon casing on his head for some reason. "You know I heard he isn't even a real Ox! You should tell them Timmy! Maybe then they'll listen to you!"

(Sparky had gone to Europe in a hurry, telling everyone not to come as it was of DIA (Dog-In-Action) importance.)

Timmy sighed but grinned alittle. Suddenly wondering if dumb reasoning would counteract dumb excuses. "Yeah, I'll think about that."

Poof was quickly lulling back to sleep while Wanda multi-tasked gentle conversing with smooth rocking. "Are you going to try and stay up again? We could watch a movie. I just got Generic Romantic Comedy 5"

Without letting himself think of all the contradictions in that, Timmy flopped to his bed. "Forget it. I don't care anymore. Maybe I'll just sleep tonight and nothing'll happen."

Maybe the nightmares won't come back. Timmy told himself. Maybe they really won't!

For the past week, Timmy Turner, adverage kid who no one understands. Had been having the same, debilating nightmare every night. With all the best of the crying, screaming, and heart pounding fear. The first night, it almost didn't even bother him. He just woke up, and very calmly, curled into a ball and cradled Cosmo and Wanda's fishbowl until they awoke in the morning. No big deal.

It wasn't horrifying until he had the same dream that next night. It wasn't exactly the same, but it entailed all the same things, then and every time since. Timmy clenched the pillow he'd buried his face into, trying not to think of something else. Suddenly wishing it was a school night so he had something to do tomarrow.

Cosmo looked over at him, fatherly instincts kicking in. He gently discarded the watermelon cap and zipped over to Timmy's side. "Oooh~ It's okay Timmy!" Timmy muttered something that was muffled into the pillow, Cosmo continued nonethless: "I'm suuure, that if you just try reaaaaaally hard not to even think of the daaark, eeeevil, teeeeerrifying figure of a man- who chaaaases you down, stabbing kniiiives into you, telling you you're wooooorthless andno one looooves you, that you're better off deaaaad, and that no matter hoooow fast you run or how haaaard you try, you'll neeeeever get away frooooom him, that if you do that, you just won't have the nightmares anymore!..."

Fatherly instincts failed.

"Eeeeeeeuhhhhh!"

"Poof?"

"Cosmo that's Timmy! Look at what you've done!" Wanda rushed over to sooth her Godchild.

Cosmo took a few moments of registering, looking back and forth at his soundly sleeping infant son and teenaged Godchild. "Oh... oh- Oh! oh I'm soooorry Timmy!"

Timmy strangled his own knuckles white. He didn't actually want them to see how much that'd hurt him. Since he knew full well Cosmo didn't mean what he'd did. Timmy just took deep breaths again and spoke in a shuddered voice. "It's okay, Cosmo. I'm fine."

"Oooooh- Timmy you're a terrible liar!" Wanda darted upwards, pulling out her wand. "I'm going to go have a little chat with the Sandman! He has to let you stay up until you can get over this!"

"No!" Timmy ripped his face out of the pillow within the same milisecond she spoke. "Don't! Wanda- don't bother him again! I'll be fine! Really!"

Wanda's face fell, her eyes changing, to something harder. "Timmy... you are not fine."

He could feel the wetness on his face, but he didn't want her to go. He just didn't want her to leave, really. Especially when he knew what the answer from the Sandman would be. Just the same with his parents. His problems weren't big enough an issue for any exceptions.

He would just have Cosmo and Wanda there to sooth him when he woke up again, then when Sparky got back, he could just play hard and rough with him every single day. Get his mind off the nighttime. Maybe become too exausted to dream. If all else failed, he could stay up and feed Poof in the middle of the night and let Wanda rest.

Yeah, he could do this. He could get through the night. It was just a dream, after all.

Just a dream.

-A Few Hours Later

Timmy had went to bed as quickly as possible. Practically shoving Cosmo and Wanda into their bowl, insisting to the very end he would be all right.

Which he would be, of course. He could tough this out. He'd be fine. Peeerfectly fine. Perfectly fuuucking fine. He'd make sure of it.

Once he knew his fairies were all asleep, he could let himself breath again and try to relax. But it would be three hours of fervently forced happy thoughts before he could actually fall asleep.

He didn't notice it, even. Falling asleep. Just suddenly his eyes desolved open and he was there. He'd thought of everything, everything he could think of. Hoping to have a different dream tonight.

But he opened his eyes in this other world. Nothing had changed from the night before. It was a dark, damp alleyway. A single light about fifteen feet away barely enough to illuminate the area.

Without missing a beat after registering his surroundings, a voice spoke to him. "Hello, Timmy~"

Timmy immediately shook his head clear. Refusing to absorb the hollowness of that voice. "I don't care what you want! I'm not afraid of you!" Complete and total lie.

This figment of imagination was more real to him then the trees outside his window. But he was going to win this time. He was going to fight.

As the familiar voice started a low chuckle, Timmy looked up. He'd never actually seen him, really. He always stayed in the shadows and hid his face. Even on one time- when he'd deliberately run towards the light. When he was tackled and held down by the man, his body continued to emit a darkness. nothing but shadows.

Timmy hated the sound of the voice echoing through this world. He was going to fix this. Tonight.

"Come out you coward!" He yelled at the darkness. The laughing cut off. "Come out and just show me your face!"

There was a thick, unbearable silence for what felt like eternity. Until- "...Really?"

Timmy hadn't realized he'd become so ridgid. His body was stone, trying to hold back a panic attack. He tried to compose himself. "...Yes."

There was another chuckle as footsteps towards him began. "Look at the pot calling the kettle black." He mused. "Why do you want to see me so badly?"

Timmy tried to stand tall and proud. Wheither or not the man could tell it was a lie, he was going to show nothing but stern resolve this whole time. No matter what.

But when he tried to think of an answer to the question, no real one came to mind.

"Well?" Timmy lost his train of thought upon realizing the figure terrifying him was actually allowing him to think. While thinking about that, there was a gentle sigh. "The human brain generally only plays dreams for about two hours a night. So remember that's your limit."

Timmy struggled to give an answer, but was barely able to focus while trying so hard to hold still. He tried the only thing he could latch his mind around. "I... jus.. e... to." He paled realizing he had no courage to speak clearly. Using all his focus on holding back the terrified tremors trying to take his body.

"What was that?"

"I... just... wa- anted... t-"

With a sudden burst the figure was somehow just a foot infront of him. "One more time?"

Staring shocked and directly into the shaded face of the man before him, Timmy complied. "I just... wanted to- know..."

"Hm." The man cocked his head curiously to the side. "Is that so? well. I can't really argue with that now, can I?" Timmy slid a foot back, ready to run if he had to. But the figure merely lifted his head back up to him. "What would you do to see me?"

"...Anything." Timmy muttered out. He was going to be brave. It was the only way to make these things stop. To just not be afraid anymore.

He could feel the dark atmosphere of the figure smiling without even needing to see it. Timmy instantly regretted his decision. "Alright then... On your knees."

"What?"

"I said, on your knees. You said you'd do anything, and that's the only thing I want you to do. Then you can see my face." He informed him. Waiting patiently for the boy to comply.

Timmy sighed. Knowing no matter what the fear level, 'this won't end good,' But he agreed. Silently sliding himself down onto his knees.

It was after doing this, when the man began approching him. Timmy realized for the first time that he was his exact height. 'I can do this,' Timmy thought to himself. 'I can tough it out now.'

When the man reached him, he more then silently glided to his knees before Timmy. This time Timmy didn't try to look at his face. He knew there wouldn't be anything there. He just tried to control his breathing that had slowly started to escalate. Taking shallow, slow breathes. He just wouldn't pay attention. Whatever happened. He just wouldn't absorb it.

He only processed the clawed, familiar hands that caressed his neck as they tilted it to the side. The hands were baby soft, but the cold, firm grip that they held onto his neck was anything but pleasant. Timmy felt damp, rancid breath brush across his shoulder, and frozen lips feather onto his skin.

"Tell me who you are now." Timmy breathed. Blocking all else from his mind.

The face pulled back enough to look at him curiously. "And why would I do that?"

Instantly the fear re-manifested itself in Timmy's heart. "You said-"

"I lied."

Timmy tried to throw his arms up to wrest the mans grip off of him but in the same moment Timmy's arms became like cement, too heavy to move. Just like every other time before. Every single night before-

The figure pressed his face against Timmy's neck and bit down hard. Issuing ringing screams out of the boy, before blood in his throat turned it all to desperate gurgling. All his plans of bravery and tolerance torn away in less then a second as thoughts instinctivly turned to survival.

Timmy continued to struggle and was pushed to the ground, choking on the blood from the fangs ripping all throughout his throat that only dug deeper into him. The figure nuzzling hungerly into Timmys neck and sucking in every ounce of blood provided. Timmy kept screaming, trying to form the names of anyone to come save him.

Timmy then found himself able to turn his left arm around enough to try and push him off, for a second, his heart rose as it seemed to work, the figures bottom jaw pulled out for a moment.

Before it dug back down at a lower spot. The man moaning deliciously into the wounds. The struggle continued, Timmy still making horrible wet screams, trying to wretch him off. When the body, on it's own, pulled back, without unlatching from his neck.

Timmy coughed out a glob of blood, momentarily clearing his throat. "Stooo-..." He tried to choke out.

The man cranked his head up to look at Timmy, before tugging hard on his neck, forcing loud, high-pitched screams from the boys clear throat. The scream nearly drowned out the grotesque, wet, ripping sound that was following.

Timmy looked down in time to see his skin being torn off, in a long, red strip reaching down his torso. Tears seeped out of his eyes as his screams turned into short, agonizing shrieks as he watched himself be torn apart.

He could feel the stinging burn of air hitting his exposed flesh, crying francticly. Suddenly, light flashed before his eyes as his chest tightened up, the blood collecting in his throat no longer being the cause of restricted breathing. He felt his heart beat wrongly as he started to black out. He was dying.

The figure threw the strip of flesh off to the side as he reached his hand into Timmy's chest, digging claws into the failing heart with a painful stab, pulling it as far out as possible without the veins it was attached to tearing. Timmy could still see as he leaned down once again and took a large bite out of it.

"NOOO!" Timmy screamed as he bolted up from his bed, tears streaked down his face as he shook uncontrolably. He choked on his continuing screams as he quickly curled into a ball. Muttering to himself incoherently

"Timmy?" Wanda and Cosmo soon poofed out of the fishbowl, rushing- shocked, but not very surprised- to his side. "What's wrong sweetheart? did it happen again?" Although Wanda already knew that answer.

"It's alright Timmy-"

"No it's not!" Timmy screamed at them at the very top of his lungs. Holding onto his body as if it would fall apart again. "It's not alright!it'll never be alright! make it stop!" He started crying again- "Get him out! I want him out of my head! I WISH HE WAS OUT OF MY HEAD!"

Urgent to do anything to make her godchild feel better, Wanda instinctivly granted the wish, with Cosmo's unthinking assistance.

It wasn't until the smoke cloud before the bed appeared that any of the three would realize those consequences. Wanda was first to react, staring at what she'd just done in horror. "No."

Poof had wriggled his way out of the fishbowl, looking at everyone curiously, "Timm~ mee~?"

Hearing that innocent voice call out his name ripped Timmy out of his own horror. His returning process allowing him to comprehend what exactly he had just done, before he even fully registered the gray smoke before his bed. He looked up at the clearing cloud in horror.

'What have I done?'

~~~End Chapter~~~

The smoke cleared, revealing the horrifiying figure, of-

FLAPPY BOOOOOB!

DUN-DUN-DUN-DUUUUUUUUUUN!

Mew. 8D

Did I ruin it for you? MEH. Dun' care.

But really- who could it possibley be!?

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