The Fairly Odd Parents ~ Timmy Turners sister (Reader insert) - One Shots

Home Wrecker - PART 3

~Previously~

"Which leaves only one room left..." Timmy said while we all made our way to the last and final destination.

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Third POV
"... Vicky's room" (Y/N) said, pushing open the door to their babysitter's room. The room was completely pink and girlish. Posters of Chip Skylark, hearts and other things crowding her bedroom walls. Many stuffed animals on her little nightstand aswell as her bed. A heart-shaped sofa and mat in the outer corner along with a stand coathanger. The knobs shaped like little hearts.

"This... isn't what I expected." I said in suprise and slightly shocked. Timmy commenting the same thing. He switched the lights to on and that's when her true colors were revealed. Everything changed. The walls were now filled with torture devices, the bed and nightstand were filled with pointy needles. Hell, the sofa area was replaced with a giant witch kettle. An old man and skeleton were prisonned to the wall. "Finally, I'm saved!" He shouted in releaf.

Timmy switched the 'lights' back to off, making all go back to normal. The men who wanted to be released, yelling what we were doing in a panick.

"Now, make a mess!" Timmy said with a smile in delight. Me doing the same. "And get that guy out of here, but wipe his memories. If he saw you guys, the fun is over." I added to Wanda. Both fairies waved their wands to let the magic happen.

The make-up was levetated from her little cabinet over to the wall, writting out 'I did this... Timmy and (Y/N) didn't. Signed Vicky.' in pink shades of lipstick and black mascara.

"Perfum tyfoon!" I exclaimed, Wanda's magic spraying many bottles together. The sent nearly unbearable.
"Hooster toaster..." Timmy said this time with a dark grin. Cosmo shooting 'laser' at all the posters across the bedroom walls.

"Overstuffed animals!" I added. Every one of the stuffed animals heads grew and grew, to the point they exploded. The plush filling skattering all over the floor.

"And finally... Tred Vy party!" Timmy yelled out. A whole bunch of teengers and adults came rushing by, leaving a path of distruction along the way. "Toga!!!" A random guy, dressed in Roman clothing style, yelled out exited.
(A/N: I think that's what they say, correct me if I'm wrong in the comments.)

Once it was over, the room was an absolute disaster. Timmy jumping repeatedly on one of the already distroyed stuffed animals before kicking it away, knocking over a tray of breakable objects. (Y/N) was found writing things on the wall like 'Vicky rulez', 'Timmy and (Y/N) stink' and other thinks like that.
"Uh you guys... when Vicky sees this you two are done for!" Wanda said worried while observing the room. "Not as long as you guys are here to prevent that." I added, ripping a few of Vicky's photograths. Timmy dumping some of her beauty products in the bottom drawer, "Yeah relax guys, (Y/N) is right. What could possibly go wrong..."
But they didn't know they were to find out sooner then expected.

The siblings startled when they heared a voice echo down the hall. "Timmy? (Y/N)? Did I hear your voices?" Tootie questioned as her footsteps grew louder by the second. Timmy started to panick. "Oh my gosh! I can't believe we forgot about Tootie being in the house." I said, franticely looking around for a spot where Cosmo and Wanda could hide from her.

"Guys! Under here, quickly!" Timmy said as I held up the blanket from her bed. Just as I dropped the bedding, Tootie pieking inside the room.
"You two are here? In my house?! Huh, my Turner Tracker must be malfunctioning." She said, shaking the small device in her hands.

'Am I the only one to think that is somewhat stalker-ish?' (Y/N) thought slightly uneasy. But that was pushed to the side when Tootie took in the destroyed bedroom.

"AH! You trashed Vicky's room!" She gasped shocked. Timmy and I trying to think of an excuse before she stopped us. "You two have done what I always wanted to, but never had the courage to do. You are my hero, Timmy! Even if you are in a dress." She said with love gazing eyes, taking in his maid outfit. Timmy didn't even have the time to react before the little girl pulled him in and tried to kiss him.

I giggled behind my hand at the scene. Cosmo and Wanda had the same though since I heard their soft chuckles from below the bed, taking a peak for themself. "What's that under the bed? Did you bring me a present?" Tootie asked, her hands seaching under the covers right after.

I suddenly heard growling from under there. Soon followed by Cosmo and Wanda, in their cat forms, running away in fright from Doidle.
Timmy and I quickly ran to the door, glancing outside. "Okay, there is no need to panick." I said, obviously panicking, "As long as Doidle doesn't eat them and they still have their wands, everything will be fine. Just fine!"

Although I was so wrong when I thought the situation couldn't have gotten any worse. I glanced bavk to find Tootie looking under the bed. Reappearing with two magic wands.
"You guys! Toy wands! How did you know I collect toy wands?" She questioned, the objects slightly shimering in her hands.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!" I yelled out in a state of panick, Timmy beside me screaming in fright aswell.

Third POV

---Down in the basement with Vicky---

Vicky was still down there, sharpening her axes, knives and other torture tools. An evil grin plastered across her face.
That was until she heard the frightened screams of (Y/N) aswell as Timmy.

"Hey! The twerps are screaming, and I'm not there to cause it." She growled, stomping up the staircase. She slammed open the door connected to the kitchen. "What's going on up- AH!" She started, ending with a horrified gasp when she saw the state of the kitchen.

Pots with food on the stove were burned and cooking over. Leaving a trail of steam and dark smoke. The furniture was either pushed over or distroyed. Water of the tab overfloating the sink and spatting everywhere, making the floors slippery and much more. The redhaired teen glanced in the living room to lay her eyes upon a scene of distruction aswell.
Every inch of the walls and floor covered in muddy hand- and footprints. "My parents will be home any minute! I'm so dead!" She panicked, thinking of the concequentions she would get. Before her mind trailed back to the first reason she came up there in the first place.

"But (Y/N) and Timmy are gonna be dead first! TWEEEEEEEEEEEEERRPSSSSSS!!!!!!" Vicky screamed out at top volume. Her voice echoing thoughout the whole house.

Oh boy...