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My Final Wish (FOP) [luneea & kennyperf]

luneea

trapped in wonderland
Timmy Turner has broken an abundance of rules before, and avoided the consequences of losing his fairies multiple times. Call it lucky, call it unfair, call it whatever you want, but there's no denying that there's no way of wriggling his way out of this one.


"Timmy Turner," came the deep voice of Jorgen von Strangle. In front of him poofed a copy of Da Rules, and as if a strong gust of wind had rolled in, the pages flipped on their own and soon halted. "You have broken rule number 128 of Da Rules. 'When a child has reached the age of no longer needing a child, they are completely grown-up personality-wise,
or has fallen and admitted their love to someone they adore, they will lose their memory of ever having fairy godparents, and upon having it replaced by a different memory, the fairies will leave and everything magic will disappear forever.'"


Timmy kept his gaze fixed toward the ground, his body stiff and his face contorted as so not to let tears spill out. The room was silent, and every fairy present stared at Timmy expectantly. It couldn't be true, right? This boy had avoided losing his fairies for over five years by now! To have them taken by something as petty and simple as this... it just wasn't possible. Right?



Cosmo and Wanda held tightly to Poof, of whom didn't understand what was happening and reached his arms to the far away godchild, and beside them sat a boy just as anxious as the one set in spotlight. He tried to act as if he weren't worried, but that was a stupid move. There was no hiding his emotions -- the happiness of the one he loved was at stake.



Timmy was nowhere near happy yet. Left with neglectful parents, an abusive girl who still consistently visited to babysit, and continuous bulling and harassment at school... how was he going to survive now that the magic was being taken out of his life?



With a deep inhale, Jorgen's book closed and he looked down at Timmy seriously. "Timmy Turner," he repeated the brunette's name, and reluctantly, the fifteen year old looked up. "For falling in love and admitting as such to your friend, Imaginary Gary, I have no choice but to take your fairy family, Cosmo, Wanda, and Poof, from you.



"However," there was another moment of silence. "Because you have fallen in love with someone who was created by magic, he cannot disappear. As such, Imaginary Gary, I must ask you to step forward."



After a quick squeeze to his shoulder from Wanda, he stood and slowly made his way to the podium, lingering his attempt at an aloof stance in front of his creator. Peering at Jorgan from over his glasses, the fairy continued.



"Imaginary Gary, soon, you will be made into a real person. Instead of an imaginary friend, you will become human, but this kind of magic is difficult for even me to maintain. As such, you have
one week to live. Within this time you must make Timmy Turner remember who you are. If you cannot, then you will disappear from existence forever. If you can, then you and Timmy will be rewarded with his fairies back, and the ability to stay together, as long as it remains that you two are in love."


With a small glance toward Timmy, who still stood staring at his feet, Gary looked at Jorgen with a determined expression despite the way his arms shook at his sides.



"I accept."



And with a poof, everything was gone.
 
The noise was killing him. Waking up with a head-ache is bad enough, but to also endure the obnoxious sound of Timmy's alarm clock was worse. In attempt to muffle the sound, Gary forcibly placed one of his pillows over his ear. Why isn't he turning it off..? the imaginary friend thought until it hit him. All the memories from yesterday flooded back and he remembered he wasn't imaginary anymore. He was an actual, real human! However, this only lasted for a week unless he got Tim Tim to fall in love with him again....


Sitting up straight and groggily rubbing his eyes, Gary saw that he wasn't in Timmy's room, or his tree house, or his mind, but he was in fact in a bed in some unknown location. He also noted that the room he was in was fairly nice, but it looked as though someone used to belong here, but packed up leaving behind a few wire hangers, which hung depressingly in the empty closet. To his left was a night stand which housed a lamp, his glasses, and the monstrosity producing the head-throbbing sound. In one swift motion, the once imaginary boy picked up the clock until the cord was removed from the socket and then let it continue until it was a crumpled mess on the floor.


Getting out of bed and placing his shades comfortably on his face, Gary passed by a full mirror covered in a film of dust that reflected the 15 year old still in the same outfit he was in yesterday. Opening the bedroom door revealed a large, open room which held the illusion of a division. In one half there was a couch facing a T.V. which hung on the wall. The second half had empty cabinets and counters in what's supposed to be a kitchen. In the middle of both halves was a darkly stained table for four. Upon closer inspection he discovered his phone and a note laying on top of it. Gary picked up the note and briefly examined it before taking the words into account, which said:


Gary,


You accepted the task to make Timmy Turner fall in love with you by the end of one week, or else you will disappear forever. In accepting this challenge, we have wiped all of Timmy Turner's memories of anything magical including you. This also means we had to relocate your living conditions, as you were previously living in the same house hold of said child.



If you complete the task, relations with you and Timmy Turner will remain as they were and you and Timmy get your fairy family back. If you fail Timmy Turner and everyone in Dimmsdale will have no recollection of your existence.



You have one week from today.



-Fairy Counsel



Gary shakily placed the note back into its previous location and checked his phone.


8:00


He was late for school.
 
Awoken by the blaring of the clock at his bedside, Timmy groaned, rolling over to slap his hand on the button. His eyelids were heavy, but he knew it would be a bad idea to try and sleep again, so he decided to stare in the direction of his doorway until he built up the energy to move.


As he lay he tried to allow his mind to wander, but... somehow, everything felt blank. His entire head felt clouded, as if yesterday were far off and there was no access to his past. He scrunched his eyebrows together in attempt to wave off the mist blocking his memories, but nothing was helping.



Yesterday was tough, he concluded. I'm just a little sleepy, that's all.


Warding off his lazy feelings, he tumbled out of bed and got ready for school. A simple pair of jeans and a plain white T-shirt, in which he decorated his arms with a pink hoodie. At the bottom of the jacket, a small golden star dangled from its zipper. Somehow, that made him smile.



"Bye Carlos! Bye Wendy!" Now that he'd said them aloud, those were pretty strange names for fish. "Bye-"



He almost spoke again, but was quickly cut off once his mind drew another blank. What had he been trying to say? The only pets they had were Timmy's two goldfish. There was no one else to say goodbye to... was there?



Dazed, he ran down the stairs and entered the kitchen, giving quick greetings to his parents as he reached to fix a bowl of cereal.



Sitting at the table, he suddenly didn't have much of an appetite. Pouring milk into the bowl slowly, Timmy looked up at the newspaper concealing his father's face. "Hey, uh... have we ever had any other pets before?"



"Not any other than your goldfish, sweetie," his mother replied without looking up from the batter she was mixing. She was apparently invited to some... cooking party by her friends.



"We should get a dog."



Timmy shoved a spoonful of cereal in his mouth to hide his own surprise at the sudden statement. He hadn't even thought of this prior, and here he was, blurting things like this!



His father laughed, finally peeling the newspaper from his vision. "If we got a dog, we'd need to hire both a babysitter and a dogsitter!"



"Oh, that reminds me! Timmy," he raised his head to his mother. "Vicky is coming over to watch over the house while we're gone. Try not to bug her too much and get to bed at a reasonable time."



Timmy's face grew pale and a loose, uneven smile tugged at his lips. "Haha... y-yeah." Of all things,
this is what he could remember today. Just then he saw the bus approaching from the window, and, abandoning his barely-finished cereal, he grabbed his backpack and flung open the door. "Bye Mom, bye Dad!"


The bus came and he walked on, approaching the seat assigned to him and plopping down, setting his backpack beside him and resting the side of his head against the window. Most students would listen to music or find a friend to talk with for the duration of their ride, but they were already so close to the school that there was no need for him too.



Actually, thinking back on it, he used to ride his bike to school much more often than he rode the bus... he knitted his eyebrows together again as he tried to make sense of his reasoning for that. But, again, no answer came. He sighed and did his best to remain seated as the bumpy ride continued.



Timmy got to school, gathered his necessities for first period from his locker, then made his way to history class. At least it wasn't his dreaded third period -- math. (How did Mr. Crocker manage to get promoted to being a high school teacher anyway?!)



He walked past Chester's desk, giving him a high-five before setting his belongings onto his desk and pulling out the paper they'd been working on yesterday. This teacher was scary, and he did
not want to be scolded again.


Attendance was taken, and the class period was spent in silence as everyone worked - or at least pretended to work - on the worksheet given.
 
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Navigating his way to the school from his apartment, Gary found himself 15 minutes late to his first class. He took a deep breath before he adjusted his glasses and assumed his "cool kid" reputation. He opened the door casually and strode into the main office to discuss his lateness. He leaned against the counter and glanced over at the elderly office lady out of the corner of his eye.


"And you are...?" Her voice croaked, unimpressed with the boy standing before her.


"I go to school here, I'm just late." he explained seeming more interested with random trinkets on the desk than the woman talking to him.


The woman addressed him before pulling out a series of papers and spent minutes filling them out. In the end, two slips of paper were handed to him. Confused as to why to there were two papers, the woman explained.


"The first one is your note to your first class, the second is your detention for being late."


Before he could actually protest she turned her attention to the computer and ignored any further interaction from him.


Not cool...


He stuffed the detention into his pocket to deal with later. The good thing about his schedule is that since he was with Timmy when he began school, he got the exact same schedule he had so there would be plenty of opportunities to... bond? Romance? It was strange to think that he was actually going to try and seduce someone who had already reciprocated feelings to him before.


However, when that happened they had years of knowing each other, this time he has one week.


Finally arriving to first period he strolled inside and took his seat, acknowledging a few girls on the way to his seat who seemed at first confused but then just giggled and blushed as they usually do.


"Ahem." The gruff voice that could only belong to Ms. Finch sounded. She was hovering over his desk with her hands placed firmly on her hips as if asking him to challenge her. Gary peered at her over his glasses with an eyebrow raised. "What business do you have in my class room?" This caught him off-guard a little considering he's been in this class the entire year. He concluded that it must be a result from the memory-erasing. The 15 year old pulled out the note from the office and waved it in her direction. The teacher swiped it quickly and glazed over it.


"Explain yourself."


"I transferred here the other day.. Didn't the office tell you?" After noticing her still lost and irritated expression the boy shrugged. "They usually tell the more important teachers first so I just assumed..."


"Oh yes of course I remember!" She exclaimed as if she suddenly remembered something and slightly offended he would imply she was less than important. He was almost impressed with himself. Almost. She left to go back to her desk and returned with a work sheet and pencil.


"The class is working on the last 20 questions, they had the previous questions for homework last night. I expect you come back tomorrow with the completed worksheet."


She didn't actually check with the office. He was in. He smiled smugly, lounging back into his chair.


"Excellent."
 
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The door opened and in came a boy with sunglasses resting on the bridge of his nose, despite them being indoors. He nonchalantly took an empty seat as the entire class stared -- some for different reasons. Timmy blinked as the teacher spoke with him, unable to look away or ignore his presence. Surely he'd seen this boy somewhere before.


Soon after the teacher returned to her desk, Timmy saw from the corner of his eye that a piece of crumpled paper had found its way to his desk. As casually as he could, he reached down to pick it up, unfolding it silently.



that kid said he transfered here a while ago, but i haven't heard any teachers talking about a new kid at all this year


Timmy looked up to where Chester was. He was turned around, scribbling on his worksheet again, but there was no mistaking that he was the one who wrote it. Timmy raised his pencil.


it's kind of suspicious, yeah... but i think i know him from somewhere.


He rolled the note back, and after a few moments of working he got a reply.


yeah right!!! that guy's way too cool to be associating with someone like you


Although Chester was (probably) right about someone like the new kid not wanting to interact with him, and maybe it was the way the note was worded, Timmy scrunched his nose and crumpled the paper without responding. He acted like it wasn't possible at all!


... Though, chances were, he probably
hadn't ever met the boy. It took all of Timmy's restraint to refrain from taking another peek at the black-haired beauty. Considering his looks and apparent personality, Timmy had probably seen him on a commercial or something years ago.





It's nothing to worry about.


The rest of the period was spent finishing his worksheet.
 
Gary chanced taking side glances at Tim Tim. It was so strange, almost another atmosphere to be in the same room as him, but treated like a complete stranger. If he hadn't known better, he would have been offended that he was being blatantly ignored. He was tempted to write a note to him but he restrained himself and let his gaze wander aimlessly around the classroom, not resting in one place for too long. He could practically feel the stares of his classmates so he didn't risk actually making eye contact for fear they would pester him with questions he didn't know the answer to. At the moment, his whole persona is how it should be, and since it was still developing, any small slip up could shatter it completely.


It wasn't too long until the bell rang and signaled the students to proceed to their next class. The worksheet he was given had no traces of work at all and he sighed and tucked it away to be dealt with later.


Moving towards the door he caught sight of Timmy's hoodie trailing behind him into the hall. Gary had to think of an excuse to talk to him. What could he use though? Right now he was the coolest kid in their school and showing a random interest in Timmy would be questionable. So he had to think, what would a new kid do that wouldn't strike curiosity?


They passed through the next two classes pretty similarly to the first. He's been getting quite good at ignoring people and he's been plotting of a way to approach Tim Tim. It wasn't very extravagant, but as soon as the bell dismissed their third period class, Gary rushed as casually as possible to catch up with the brunette.


"Hey," he was next to Timmy now who was walking with one of his friends. The friend didn't really last long because as soon as Gary approached them, he just waved to Timmy and made his way further down the hall. "Do you know how to get to the science room?"
 
Does this guy have the exact same schedule as me or something...?!


The next two classes would have passed by easily enough, if it weren't for his new stalker. It seemed as though whenever Timmy had a class, this... new guy had that same class. Second period felt like a coincidence, but to have third period together as well felt much too odd to have been a coincidence. If the day truly continued like this, they would have to see each other all day of every day, and yet, this new boy was a complete mystery to him. Thinking on it now, Timmy didn't even know his name yet!



"Hey, Timmy," AJ leaned over as the end of third period drew closer. "Chester said something about you and the new kid... are you two friends?"



"No!" Timmy replied immediately, almost harshly. "I mean, I don't think so...? I... I've seen him from somewhere, I know, and so far we've had the exact same schedule..."



"Hm..." Timmy's friend leaned back into his seat, resting his hand to his chin thoughtfully. Then, playfully, he turned to Timmy and smirked. "Sounds like you've gotten yourself a boyfriend."



"A... wh-what?!" He nearly fell out of his seat, and once over his shock, glared at AJ. "Th-that's not what's going on at all!"



"Relax, I was just kidding."



Timmy tried to gather his thoughts to protest further to the subject, but the bell rang and sent his thoughts scrambling once again. He gathered his things and stood from his seat, rushing to AJ's side just as he stood with his books in hand. "Don't joke about shit like that! I don't even know the guy, so jokes about dating him are totally uncalled for!" Timmy huffed, and his train of thought was slowly coming back. "Besides, Chester and I already agreed that a guy like that wants nothing to do with-"



"Hey."


The two boys turned, and as if summoned by Satan himself, the new kid was approaching.



AJ smiled and leaned in slightly. "Have fun with your boyfriend~."



And before Timmy could even take a breath, he was already gone. Timmy gulped and looked back to the stranger, doing his best to relax himself after his previous conversation. When the new kid had asked his question, Timmy twitched.
He really does have the same classes as me... doesn't he...?


"Uh, yeah," Timmy put on a smile and pointed down the hall. "I'm actually heading that way now. If you come along I can show you the way!"
 
Raising an eyebrow as the brunet answered, Gary eventually shrugged and walked along with him. This was it. It was finally his chance to talk to Tim Tim. But now that he was finally with Timmy, what should he say to him? When Gary was created Timmy made up everything about him, he didn't need an introduction or go through the weird stranger phase. Since his memory got erased, Timmy doesn't know the first thing about Gary anymore. Another issue with their situation, is Gary has to be extremely careful about what he says to other people because it appears that they all forgot about him and if he slips up and mentions something they don't remember it could put him in a difficult situation.


They walked in silence at the beginning, and Gary had the same persisting thought telling him he was wasting his precious time. Almost since he woke up, unless he was busy talking to someone or making up a story for some teacher who questioned him, he thought about how he had one week left. Even now, as he racked his brain for an idea of what to talk about, the one week deadline came back to haunt him. He quickly hid his clenched fists into his pockets before he was questioned by Timmy, or his hands shook more.


"So you're, uh, Tim-.." he bit his tongue before calling him 'Tim Tim' deciding it might have been too early, "T-Timmy, right..?" Fortunately for Gary he kinda managed to play off his minor slip up in composure as confusion, or at least that's what he hoped it appeared to be. He decided to let it go, if he got tripped up over every single thing he did, he'd be a self-conscious mess, which obviously wouldn't be cool. "That one crazy math teacher, Mr. What's-his-name, calls on you a lot.."
 

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