Timothy stared at the dark ceiling. He couldn't believe it. It had already been three whole years. Three. Three years in this dark world, with these dark creatures. He was the only one there not totally into the color blue. He frowned. He hated it.

He remembered the day he had to leave his beloved fairies. It was during those fairy games, the Fairly Oddlympics or whatever. He lost, he actually lost to the AntiFairies. He remembered how AntiCosmo stood on top of the pedistal, winning first place. The way his neon green eyes shone as he cackled with victory. Bittersweet victory. Yes, it was by cheating. But no matter how much he begged Jorgan to overlook the games, Timmy couldn't back out. A deal was a deal. He remembered how AntiWanda hugged him, taunting all the fairies of Fairy World, but mostly his own.

The look of pain that overpowered Cosmo and Wanda's feature still haunted his dreams. Poof's wails still rang in his ears. The complete sorrow was still unbearable to him today. Timothy could remember how he clearly yanked himself away from AntiWanda, running to his fairies who hovered over to him. His tears ran down his cheeks as he jumped up, Cosmo and Wanda catching him in their arms. He frowned at the thought. So many tears. From all of them. Wanda's tears slipped into the brunette's pink hat, which she took off and clutched onto. She ran her other hand through his hair as Cosmo hugged onto him tightly, not wanting to let go. Poof sobbed lightly as Timmy held onto him, unsure of how to comfort the crying baby.

Timmy looked at his hands as he tried to fight the tears that threatened to come. The look on Poof's face, oh, it had killed him. His big lavender eyes had stared at his godbrother, tears falling down his face. Timmy smiled lightly, trying to get Poof to smile, "It'll be okay. I promise."

That was one promise that would never be kept.

Timothy had been torn away from his fairies by AntiCosmo himself. The antifairy grinned sinfully at the blue-eyed boy as he said, "Time to go, Timothy." Then they disappeared in black smoke, just like that.

Timmy had never even got to say good-bye.

The boy rolled onto his side, staring at a lamp in the corner of his dark room. He was cursed to be the first anti godchild. He was doomed from the beginning. He was the only human in AntiFairy World. He had been for three years.

Three long years.

He was turning thirteen this Friday.

"Hmph," he mused. There was some sort of sick joke in that. Since the antifairies favored the number thirteen, there was a huge celebration to be held on Friday. Every antifairy was to celebrate the birth of the only anti godchild by roaming the earth, causing mayhem as they danced around. Even Timmy was expected to partake in that, which could only make sense. Then the day would be topped off by invading Fairy World and destroying their world, too.

The blue-eyed boy's heart sank. He didn't want Friday to come. He didn't want to risk running into his old friends on Earth. His parents, he could care less about. His parents never even seemed to love him. He bet they probably stopped looking for him a week after he disappeared. He would be glad to ruin their day.

Another thought came to mind. What if he ran into Cosmo, Wanda and Poof during their invasion of fairy world. Timmy's blood ran cold. No. He wouldn't be able to handle it. He'd break down for sure, he could never-

Suddenly, the door of Timmy's gothic room flew open and a way-too-perk antifairy with bright pink eyes flew in.

"Yippee!" She laughed, landing on Timothy's bed, making him sit straight up. "We gots us a big week ahead!"

"Ugh," Timmy groaned, running a hand through his hair. "It's too early for this." He looked out the window. He wasn't sure whether it was morning or night, for AntiFairy World was always dark. Sure, it got a bit brighter, but not by much. Your eyes got used to being able to see in the dark after a while. That and the fact that there were candles lit with blue flames all around the mansion, providing plent of light.

"Oh, come now, Timothy," AntiCosmo hovered in the room, looking as dashing as ever in his usual suit with shined shoes. There wasn't a wrinkle on him. His hair was a bit messy, just like regular Cosmo's, but it seemed to fit somehow. His monocle was placed neatly lover his eye. "We have many things to prepare for."

"Yeah!" AntiWanda grinned, flashing her messed up teeth. Unlike AntiCosmo, AntiWanda was anything but classy. She was currently wearing a button up shirt that was tied in the middle, showing off her mid-drift and torn up shorts. Her swirly hair was messed up and frizzy and curled at the ends. AntiCosmo has tried to have AntiWanda appear more proper, but it never works. She always ends up tearing her clothes somehow or staining them. After multiple attempts, AntiCosmo simpley gave up.

"Ya have lotsa stuff ta do," she continued, counting the things off on her fingers. "Like, uh, that shooting thing ya do."

"Archery," Timmy muttered. About a week after he was moved to this awful place, AntiCosmo had forced him to starting doing Archery. Never being a sports person, Timmy refused at first, but after a good year, he had gotten the hang of it. Now he could split an arrow with another arrow with ease.

"Yeah, that! And that ceremony thing."

Timmy rolled his eyes. Yeah, the plan gathering. AntiCosmo would tell the others his plans today. They were sure to love it.

"And, uh... what comes after two?" AntiWanda stared at her two fingers that were currently up.

AntiCosmo sighed. Flicking his black wand slightly, he made a steaming cup of tea appear out of nowhere. "Three, dear."

"Oh, yeah! Three!"

AntiCosmo sipped his tea. "Come on, darling. Timothy has to get ready for his day."

"Oh, uh, right!"

Then the two poofed away in an instant.

Timmy sighed. Hopping off of his bed, Timmy walked over to his closet, stretching on the way. He opened his closet and scanned through his clothes. Grabbing a simple black t-shirt and black, cut up shorts, he changed into them. He grabbed a belt and looped it through the shorts, simply because he thought it looked cooler that way.

Fixing his shirt, Timmy walked over to his bathroom in his room. Running the water, the boy splashed the cool liquid onto his face, wakening him up just a little bit. Turning off the water, Timothy put his hands on the counter and stared at his reflection. He currently was what he never though he would be. He was a gothic dream.

Timmy constantly dyed his brown hair a midnight black with a bluish tint. His long bangs covered part of his eye. Amazingly, he could still see through it. His hair was much longer in the back, almost shoulder length. It curled naturally at the ends, which surprised Timmy at first. He had never really grown it to this length before, mostly because his father never would have allowed it but he kinda liked it. Kinda. It was now more of a reminder of what he had become.

Tucking his hair behind his ear for a moment, two earrings shined back at him, one on the earlobe and the other on the cartlidge. Timmy sighed. Why had he even done that? It was like this goth thing was an infectious disease, it was just getting worse and worse.

As if to prove his point, Timothy instinctively grabbed the jet black eyeliner sitting on the counter and ran it around his eyes, leaving thick lines that outlined his sky blue eyes. Timmy stared at himself. Why had he become this? Where was the feminine, bucktoothed, pink loving boy that he once was? Okay, Timmy still had his stupid beaver teeth and the fact that he was wearing shorts was proof enough that his feminie sighed was still there, but god. He had still changed so much. Timmy sighed sadly and continued to look at his pale reflection. He missed pink. He really did.

Deciding that he looked fine, or what he thought AntiCosmo would see as fine, Timmy slipped on gray, torn long socks and his worn out combat boots and ran downstairs, toward the archery range.

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