Timmy Turner is an 18-year-old who truly has seen horror over the years. He has been alone for a long, long time. The only good part of his memory he has was when he was little he had two goldfish that soon turned to three. He can't remember their names. He doesn't remember they were his fairies. All he remembers was the time they were lost. Or....was that him.
As Turner grew up, he parents left him. They never cared. So, he never cared. He lost interest. In everything. He left home, school, and his old friends. No evil or crazy babysitter. No one he knew. No money.
To start all over. A New life. Well, that was until intriguing things like life, death and business came into play.
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Lost A Little
FanfictionThis is a lot AU's I'm going to start on, but I don't know when I'll really put them up. I know I should or could have type this when school was over, but I don't give a fuck. I've been in a 'write/type fanfic mode' since.......Well, for a long tim...
