Fairly Odd Parents Porn Story: The Last Eliminator – Chapter 5
So SORRY, everyone! My bad, my bad, my bad! My sister needed the computer twenty four seven for her exams-which she passed, hooray ^^-but I haven’t been able to update!
To make things worse……the chapter is fairly short. :(
Gomen Nasai….
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In the dim light of the early morning sunshine that managed to flicker in, a ten year old boy raised an eyebrow at the still morose hunk of nearby metal.
“Uh-dude? Why’d you even BRING me here if you’re just gonna blast me off into space?”
Timmy had not been able to sleep a wink. He sat up, glaring suspiciously at the cyborg as the robot slowly turned in the dim morning sunshine
that was dimly streaming in through the windows to face Timmy.
“It is simple-I needed to recharge. But my systems are up and loaded, now.”
It was true-his once bright yellow and faintly red module was now a gleaming emerald green. Timmy gulped as the Elimininator stiffly stood with a
creaking of bolts….
“Um…..did YOU sleep well?”
The Eliminator shot him a puzzled look.
“Power down was successful-it would’ve been better, but seeing as you tried to escape three times-and I had to threat to tie you down-“
Timmy groaned, and buried his face in his hands. The Eliminator blanched.
“What is wrong, Chosen One? Are you not well?”
Timmy cast him a puzzled look, before an idea sprang to his mind.
Well…..he already felt sick to the stomach anyway! Timmy let out another moan, clutching his stomach tightly.
“Agghhhh! Oooooghhhh! The pain! The terrible, terrible pain-“
The Eliminator started back, robotic eyes widening.
Oookay, this was under the terms of very very not good.
If the Master found Timmy in any way indisposed-! The Eliminator put a hand on his neck.
He might end up like the Destructionator! Worse….
….he’d end his life without purchasing those awesome shades he’d seen Lieutenant buy.
Sue him. EVERYONE dug the boss shades!
“Please…..officer-both Vicky AND Timmy went missing! The window’s smashed-” Tamara gestured helplessly to Timmy’s desecrated window-
“-which I have no insurance for!”
“And our little boy is….” Tamara broke off, biting her lim as a line of tears swam in and out of her fuzzy vision. The police officer patted her arm as
she ran through her notes.
“Small boy……blue eyes. Brown hair, buckteeth, pink hat. Babysitter-orange hair, pink, occasionally red eyes bursting into minature explosions for
whatever reason-tall, green shirt, black dress pants.”
The Turners had dropped by their home to pick up their Nasa equipment………
….only to find the house completely empty.
And, quite truthfully, smashed in, much to Mr. Turner’s dismay.
They STILL had no insurance!
“So…..do you think you can help us?”
The officer next to Sue scratched his head.
“Well…..I dunno about your boy, but I THINK we had a girl that matched your description at Customs yesterday leave for Tibecuador!”
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Wanda stared.
And stared.
The room had been utterly destroyed as they had poofed in.
“Ohhhhhh, Timmmm-“
But everyone had broken off.
The bed was now a molten wreck.
The fishbowl lay smashed upon the floor.
Crimson Chin Posters were now dusty, and somewhat torn, barely clinging to the walls.
The Window-and plenty of the wall-had been crashed into pieces.
Cosmo swallowed.
Either Timmy had hired a pyschotic decorater since they had been gone, thrown a wild party, or just plum forgot that rooms weren’t generally
supposed to look like this-
Or, something was up.
Poof’s mouth dropped as he silently fluttered over to what was once Timmy’s nightstand-but now just looked like a piece of charcoal.
There was the bedtime story Wanda had been reading them….seeing as, when Timmy’s parents WERE home, they usually just read out of the
insurance packets that they never actually intended to buy.
Or, beat that, a phone book, listing every lawyer in the state.
Occasionally, Vicky would read a bedtime story to Turner….
….but it was always Edgar Allen Poe, or some author named Stephan…what was it? Stephan Prince? Stephan Queen? Stephan Prime Minister?
Ah, well. As Wanda whipped out a cellphone, desperately dialing to see if any of the fairies in the vicinity had seen Timmy, Poof silently turned a
burned and rather charcoaled page.
Too late, the passage said.
Four figures were flying out of a nursery window, into a starry sky.
The birds had flown.
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“Stay, HERE,” the Eliminator commanded.
And he shot off, directly into the ceiling above with a loud, SMASH!
Timmy managed a smile as he watched him go.
Now was his chance.
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