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

(Y/N) & Timmy's 2D House of Horror - PART 3

Third POV

Once inside my room, I walked over to my desk. Planning on finishing off some homework due to the end of next week. My two fairy godparents happily swimming around in their fishbow on the outer corner of my desk. Wanda was about to make a comment on something when I was pulled out of thoughts. A panicked sceam came from the room next door, followed by the giggling sound of my turning doorknob which I had locked.

Well, who wouldn't? Especially with a nutcase who slept there for the time being.

"AH! COSMO, WANDA, (Y/N)! HELP!!!" He yelled out in distress. I jumped from the chair, nearly knocking it over as I ran to open up the connecting bedroom door to open it. Once open, my eyes were glued to the scene before me. Now, for the first time, coming eye to eye with the cause of Timmy's scream.

His room was filled with all kinds of dangerous tools such a knifes, axes, skulls and lots of other torture devices. Damaged pictures of us, but also other kids, hanging on the walls filled with small dart holes. Causing it to give off a way darker, and somewhat more disturbing, vibe. Making a sudden chill run down my spine.

"What the hell did she do to my room?!" He said still somewhat in shock. "And you're complaining?" I questioned, my eyebrow slightly raised as I pushed the door to my bedroom more open for him to see.

Sure, it wasn't filled with deadly weapons and other dangerous or spooky objects. But it had it's own kind of 'bad'. The once empty walls were now covered on posters of rainbows, smileys, unicorns. Heck, there were even posters of Timmy's face on there. Her little make-shift bed was full of pink and small hearts. A Timmy doll placed beside her pillows. Stuffed animals sat around a small table with tea cups, 'dressed up' for her little tea party.

Timmy was silent from the sight. Both fairies now floating by our sides. "Okay, I don't know with one is scarier anymore." He stated.
"You bet, she begged me to let her put her stuff in my room since, ya now, Vicky would probably shredd it to bits."

Cosmo gasped when he took in the room completely. "Ah! Isn't this room fantabulous!" He said excited, blinking slowly with his eyelashes like a girl would.

"No it's not fabulous!" Timmy said while walking in small circles.

"Fantabulous." Cosmo repeated in a correcting manner.

"I want my room back! I want my life back! I want Vicky and her famly out of here RIGHT NOW!!!" He exclaimed, yelling out the last part in frustration.

"No kidding. Mom and Dad are flat out ignoring us. And now they don't even need the 'excuse' to be outside the house anymore. Thanks to our new guests I have more chores to do then ever, including cleaning up after Vicky's mess!!!" I said frustrated.

"You know guys, maybe you two are looking at this wrong." Wanda responded in an attempt to reason with us.

"Yeah, try looking at them with these!" Cosmo pulled out the 3D-glasses, putting them on. Screaming out a moment later. "AAAHHH! TO REAL!"

"No way, I want those guys out of here!" Timmy yelled, kicking away a nearby heart-shaped pillow. "But how are we- That's it! I wish Vicky's house was one hunderd percent repaired!" I said fastly once the idea had popped up in my head.

Timmy and I dashed to the window as the fairies did their magical poof. The pile of bricks slowly repairing itself into a house before our eyes. The mailman passed by just as their mailbox appeared from the ground. He looked around shocked, putting the mail inside before running off.

"Let's tell them the good news!" as Timmy and I speed of the stairs.

---Meanwhile downstairs---

"It is big family fun to make a collage, or should I say COOLage. Ha ha! I love having adult friends!" Dad said, as he, Mom and Vicky's family sat around the table. Each of them holding one of Timmy's Crimson Chin comic books before cutting into them with their scissors.

"And how smart of Vicky to find a use for all those old vintage comic books crowding Timmy's closet." Mom added, opening a string of little paper puppets.

Vicky walked to the table, putting down another pile of comics, an evil grin on her face. While Dad kept cutting, his tongue sticking out in concentaration, Vicky sneeked over. "Maybe you should tip me." She grinned, to which dad of course, like the idiot he is, handed her a small pile of dollar bills.

Timmy and I made our way into the living area. "Good news! We just happened to notice Vicky's house is fixed! Like magic!" Timmy said in excitement. I nodded, a smile on my face. "Which means they can return to their own home, and no longer have to stay here. They can get back to their own normal lives."

However, the room had grown quite.
"But we're having so much fun." Mom said dissapointed, tearing another comic book in half.

"And it is so nice to have eye witnesses to Vicky's cruelness..." Her mom commented, seeing how Vicky was hissing to her huseband like a snake. Soon turning towards her and doing the same, making the woman sweat and shiver in fear.
"... I mean, kindness. KINDNESS!" She yelled in fear. Her mom dropped on her knees by her daughters feet, rabbing onto her ankles while licking her shoes in some kind of forgiveness.

"PLEASE, DON'T MAKE US GO BACK!!!" Vicky's father begged despreat, clinging onto Dad's shirt for dear life while shaking him back and forth.

"Don't worry new friends, I'll handle this!" Dad said determent, pulling out a jackhammer before stomping out the door. A whole recat sounding before walked back in out of breath. He walked over to the table, slamming down a picture. All of us glancing over his shoulder to take a look. It was him destroying their new build home. "Does this house look repaired to you?!?" He said panting tired.

"HA! I love having my new friends who aren't leaving!" He shouted happy, pulling Vicky's parents beside him in for a hug. A 'YAY!' sounding around the table. Timmy and me however did the opposite.

Timmy screamed in fear. "Uuugghh!" I buried my face in the palm of my hands, even slightly pulling on my (H/C) locks in frustration.

Vicky once again went over to Dad. "I feel another tip coming on!" Holding out a big filled money bag. Dad held our his hand to me. I sighed in defeat, handing over the coins from my jeans pocket. Timmy now hanging upside down while Dad shook him so his coins would end up in there as well.

"Who is up for canasta? Or should I say FUNnasta!" Mom pulled out a pack of playing cards, intending to make a pun like Dad did. But he didn't seem so approving about it.
"You know what? You should really let me handle that snappy wordplay- Uh I mean, HAPPY woordplay!"

"I can't take this anymore..." I silently groaned going up to my bedroom, slamming the door shut in anger in afterwards.