36Disclaimer: I do not own this all of this or else I would have put it on fiction press. Some characters and settings belong to Butch Hartman and Nickelodeon.
Summary: A young Anti-Cosmo goes on adventures and messes with his counterpart while being in the special needs section of the school. Episodic adventure. In this episode, Anti-Cosmo goes to his first day at school and tries to take over the school with the help of a new friend.
Inside a completely black room, an excited young anti-fairy flew out of his dark blue crib. The anti-fairy couldn't be any older than a year old, and like most young anti-fairies, he had small bat like wings, a black crown flying over his head, and slightly lighter blue skin than adults. The young anti-fairy had navy blue hair and no teeth besides two small milky white fangs. Almost all anti-fairies have red eyes, but the child had vibrant green eyes. He was wearing dark blue pajamas with a picture of a skull on them.
The anti-fairy fly over to a nightstand and grabbed a sky blue rattle with a white stripe through the middle of the main part and a black star on the top. He lifted the rattle, but it turned gray and cued over. The young anti-fairies excitement got replaced with disappointment. "You futile implement," the child remarked with a high pitch British accent. He then lifted the rattle again and appeared in a similar black room, but a dark blue sheeted bed instead of a crib. On the bed was second anti-fairy that looked like the first, but significantly older, slightly messier hair, a full mouth of teeth, bright red eyes instead of green, and a freakishly small nose.
The teenage looking anti-fairy yelled in fear as the young one suddenly appeared in his room. "Anti-Cosmo, you almost gave me a heart attack!" the teenaged fairy whined. Like the first anti-fairy, Anti-Cosmo, the new anti-fairy had a British accent, but it wasn't as prominent or high pitched.
"But it's physically impossible for anti-fairies to have a heart attack, you wuss," Anti-Cosmo said.
The other anti-fairy sighed. "What do you want anyway?" he asked.
"Well, dear brother, I want power and a fully functioning brain, but why I came here is because my wand can't fabricate fabric. It's stupid," Anti-Cosmo complained.
"Well, you know you have to have a less powerful wand than everybody else," The teen said kind of awkwardly.
"I know. I just want my sickeningly lurid uniform for school."
"Just because you can use big unknown words doesn't mean you should," the teen anti-fairy said and lifted his black starred wand. It glowed dark blue and suddenly both young anti-fairies were in uniforms. They both had the same layout, with a tie, a coat with matching pants, a white shirt underneath, and an emblem on the right side that had a slash through the middle, but the uniforms had some differences. Anti-Cosmo's jacket and pants were sky blue, even lighter than his rattle, while his brother's was black. The younger anti-fairy had a black tie and a silver emblem, while the older had a red tie and gold emblem.
Anti-Cosmo smiled, "Thank you Anti-Schnozmo. You're the best big brother ever! Can I borrow your wand?"
"B-but you can't have a wand. You're... special," Anti-Schnozmo said, kind of hesitantly, as if he was afraid to hurt his little brother's feelings.
"Oh, thanks for informing me, I never noticed. Is that why this disgrace to fashion is on me?" Anti-Cosmo said sarcastically.
"I hope you know being a jerk won't get you friends."
"Oh yes, Anti-Schnozmo the friend expert."
"Shut up," Anti-Schnozmo said and poofed them both to spellementary school. "Meet me here after school to go back home," Anti-Schnozmo said then poofed away.
Anti-Cosmo raised his rattle, then appeared right outside of a room. On the pink door, there were golden letters saying 'room 720'. Underneath that, it said 'special needs'. Anti-Cosmo didn't read the door, he looked at his wand angrily. "I hate limited magic! It can't even poof all the way into a room," He complained as he opened the door. The room had light yellow walls with the wall across from the door having a big window showing the clouded sky outside. Along one wall was a bookshelf mostly covered with toys and puzzles, but it still had books of all reading level on it. The opposite wall to the bookshelf had a chalk board.
There were five other people in the room. One was a full grown fairy with long light brown hair and lighter brown eyes. Like all fairies, she had a floating yellow crown and blue insect like wings. She was wearing a long green dress and was sitting behind a desk.
Two other ones were leprechauns, with the standard floating green hats of leprechauns. They were obviously identical twins with bright orange curly hair and blue eyes, though one had slightly lighter colored eyes. The one with lighter eyes had pointed ears while the other had rounded ears, but that was basically the only noticeable difference between the two. They both looked about seven years old and wore the same light blue outfit as Anti-Cosmo. Both of them were on the brightly colored carpet, the rounded eared one reading while the pointy eared one was playing with a jack in the box.
The fourth person was an elf, and she looked really young, about the age of three. She had decently short golden yellow hair and even brighter yellow eyes. Her skin was incredibly pale with freckle like sparkles across her face. She was also wearing the bright blue uniform and the customary elf hats that have a dark blue cone with a star on top while having a slightly lighter stripe in the middle, and a pointed folding out base. She was putting together an alphabet puzzle.
The final one was an anti-fairy. She was definitely the oldest of the children, looking about Anti-Schnozmo's age. She had the average black bat like wings and black crown of anti-fairies and was wearing the same blue suit as the rest of the children while holding a blue rattle like Anti-Cosmo, just completely sky blue. Somethings on the anti-fairy that stood out was her dark blue hair with one big, solitary swirl in the front, her big crooked teeth that stuck out of her mouth, and her unpointed ear with black pearl earrings in them. Although, the most prominent difference she had from the rest of anti-fairies was her eyes, like Anti-Cosmo's, weren't red, but pink.
"Oh, great. Another one," the full grown fairy mumbled.
"Ms. Magister, he's the same thing as me, right?" the anti-fairy asked excitedly. She had a heavy southern accent.
"Yeah," the fairy said. She sounded annoyed.
"Oh, that's so great!" the anti-fairy exclaimed and hugged Anti-Cosmo, who tensed up at the hug.
"What are you doing?" Anti-Cosmo asked, poofing out of the anti-fairies hug.
"I'm Anti-Wanda, and we're gonna become the bestest of friends!"
"Uum," Anti-Cosmo was speechless at the Anti-Fairies actions. He couldn't believe how easily she thought they would get along just because they are the same species.
"It's better just to go with it," the leprechaun with pointed ears said, not looking up at the anti-fairies. He had an Irish accent.
"What's your name, new best friend?" Anti-Wanda asked.
"Anti-Cosmo, but I also answer to 'imbecile' or 'mistake'," Anti-Cosmo said.
Anti-Wanda tilted her head and looked at Anti-Cosmo in confusion. "You have more than one name?"
"Not the sharpest knife in the box, are ya?" Anti-Cosmo asked rhetorically.
"I'm not allowed to play with knives. Mommy says they're dangerous," Anti-Wanda said.
"I see," Anti-Cosmo said. He had a pretty good guess on why Anti-Wanda was in the special needs department. Then the bell rung, causing the pointy eared leprechaun to wince in pain and hold his hands over his ears, causing the other leprechaun to rub him comfortingly. The elf also put her hands over her ears, but she didn't seem nearly as phased by it as the leprechaun. After the bell stopped all of the children, except Anti-Cosmo and the elf, sat in a line on the carpet with a hole for a kid to sit in between Anti-Wanda and the twins. The fairy made a wand appear in her hand and used it to move the elf and her puzzle into the hole. Anti-Cosmo caught on to what was happening and poofed into a space between Anti-Wanda and one of the yellow walls.
"I guess introductions are in order," the fairy said, not sounding enthused in the slightest. Her wand glowed and what she was saying appeared over her head. "That's the new kid, Anti-Cosmo, last anti-fairy to ever be born," She said, pointing her wand at Anti-Cosmo. "His mom says that he's the least intelligent thing in the universe, that can't read and trips over things while flying half the time."
"You didn't have to tell them that," Anti-Cosmo mumbled while looking at the floor.
"Don't worry, I'm not good with flying either. Or words. Or anything really," Anti-Wanda said.
"Yeah, that's Anti-Wanda. She's an idiot," the fairy said, then pointed her wand at the next kid, the elf, who wasn't paying attention in the slightest. "That's Maria, she has a thing called autism." Next, the wand moved to the darker eyed, round eared leprechaun, who was the only one reading the words above the fairy's head. "That's Dillan, he can't hear." the wand moved to the other leprechaun. "That's his brother Blaine. He can't see. I'm Ms. Magister, the teacher. Any questions?"
Anti-Wanda raised her hand. "What's an autism?" she asked without waiting to get called on, ruining the point of the hand.
"You ask this every year, you should know by now," Ms. Magister said.
"Autism is a mental condition, present from early childhood, characterized by difficulty in communicating and forming relationships with other people and in using language and abstract concepts," Anti-Cosmo explained.
"Wow, you're smart," Anti-Wanda said smiling.
Anti-Cosmo couldn't help but laugh at Anti-Wanda's comment. "Don't you know that I'm the least intelligent thing in the universe," he said. Blaine looked like he was going to say something, but stopped.
"Well, now that introductions are over, go leave me alone," Ms. Magister said. She lifted her wand and it started to glow.
"Aren't you supposed to be teaching us something?" Anti-Cosmo asked.
Ms. Magister's wand stopped glowing and she glared at the anti-infant. "Fine," she said, "Let's learn about occupations."
Anti-Wanda raised her hand. "What's an occupations?" she asked without waiting to be called on again.
"It's a job," Ms. Magister said.
"What's a job?"
"It's an occupation. So, Blaine, what do you want to be when you grow up?"
"I want to be a famous actor," he said.
"What about you?" Ms. Magister asked Dillan. He started signing his answer. "Interesting. What do you want to be when you grow up?" She asked Maria this time. Maria utterly ignored her. "As I thought," She said then looked at Anti-Wanda.
"I wanna be an ostrich!" Anti-Wanda said excitedly.
"Of course you do. And you?"
"I'm going to become ruler of the universe, or at least Anti-Fairy World," Anti-Cosmo said.
"Sure you are. Now I finished the lesson so leave me alone," Ms. Magister said and poofed behind the one desk in the room. The kids went back to what they were doing before Anti-Cosmo came in, while Anti-Cosmo floated over to the desk. "You're not very good at listening," Ms. Magister said.
"Well, you're not very good at being a good teacher."
"If you have any complaints write a letter to the school board," She said then poofed up a piece of paper, feather, and ink.
"But I'm illiterate."
Ms. Magister shrugged. "Not my problem."
Anti-Cosmo could guess the conversation wouldn't get him anywhere so he grabbed the paper, feather, and ink then floated over to Anti-Wanda. She was playing with a long rope that just happened to be there. "Do you think if I conquer the school that I could get Ms. Teacher fired?" Anti-Cosmo asked Anti-Wanda.
"I don't think," Anti-Wanda said.
"In general, or..." Anti-Cosmo started saying.
"What does 'in general' mean?"
Anti-Cosmo sighed. "Not important," he said. "Can I have that rope? I need to hold someone ransom."
"Can I come with you?" Anti-Wanda asked.
"No, you'll probably just get in the way."
"Please?" Anti-Wanda pleaded.
Anti-Cosmo contemplated it for a moment. "I suppose a human shield has the potential of being useful…"
"I have no idea what a single word you said meant, so is it a yes?" Anti-Wanda asked.
"Sure," Anti-Cosmo said.
"YAY!" Anti-Wanda rejoiced.
Anti-Cosmo took the rope from her and put it in a magical pocket on his uniform. He put a cork in the ink and put it in the pocket along with the paper and feather. "Let's poof to the principle's office," Anti-Cosmo said and lifted his wand. Anti-Wanda did the same and they disappeared in a conjoined cloud.
The young anti-fairies reappeared in front of the principal's office. "Wow, I haven't been able to magic myself this far before," Anti-Wanda said in amazement looking at her rattle.
"Our combined magic must make our wands less utterly useless," Anti-Cosmo said as he opened the door.
"Who are you?" the man behind the marble desk said. He was a short and stocky fairy with dark brown eyes and dark brown balding hair. He was wearing a blue plaid shirt that looked a size too small and black pants. He, of course, had a yellow crown floating over his head, wings a much lighter blue than his plaid on his back, and a yellow wand in his hand. The desk had a plaque that said 'Principal George Benes' on it.
"You're the principal, right?" Anti-Cosmo asked, unable to read the plaque.
That's when Mr. Benes noticed they were wearing the light blue school uniform and not just a normal suit. "Oh, you two are those kind of kids. I'll call Ms. Magister," he said. He was reaching for the giant glowing cube that could project his voice across the school.
Anti-Cosmo grabbed the cube before Mr. Benes could and grabbed his wand too. The anti-baby laughed, which sounded more adorable than evil. "Finally, actual magic!" He exclaimed and lifted the wand. Once it started glowing, though, Anti-Cosmo immediately dropped it. "That hurt," Anti-Cosmo whined looking at his hand that used to hold the wand.
"Well, no duh. Anti-fairies have to be at least one hundred to use fairy magic without it burning their hand. That's not even counting the other side effects of anti-fairies effectively using fairy magic," Mr. Benes said. He was still sitting in the chair behind his desk, mostly because the anti-children didn't seem very threatening in the slightest.
"Anti-Wanda, I need you to monologue," Anti-Cosmo said.
"What's that?" Anti-Wanda asked.
"It means talk a lot," Anti-Cosmo clarified.
"Oh, I'm great at that! Just watch!" Anti-Wanda said excitedly. "In space, there was a big squid that liked to eat stuff. He ate pumpkin pie, pecan pie, key lime pie, lemon meringue pie, apple pie, blueberry pie, cherry pie, blackberry pie, chess pie, rhubarb pie, mince pie, Mississippi mud pie, buttermilk pie, sweet potato pie, and horses. That's when the big floating jelly baby came and killed everyone. The end. Was that good?"
Anti-Cosmo smiled at Anti-Wanda and nodded. "It was a great story," Anti-Cosmo said. While Anti-Wanda was talking, Anti-Cosmo was flying around the principal with the rope, loosely laying it on him so it covered most of the principal's body. Now that she finished, Anti-Cosmo pulled on the rope as hard as he could, making the principal get attached to the chair.
"What are you kids even doing?" Mr. Benes asked, realizing he legitimately couldn't do anything.
"I don't know, but it's fun," Anti-Wanda said.
"We're overthrowing the school to fire Ms. Teacher. Next, we'll overthrow the Anti-Fairy World government, then the universe," Anti-Cosmo said.
"Big dreams," Mr. Benes said. "You know, big dreams lead to big disappointments. 'Never try, never fail' I always say."
"Why is everyone employed in this school terrible at their job?" Anti-Cosmo asked as he took the paper, ink, and feather out of his pocket and put it on the desk top.
"Well, I honestly don't even know what a principal does. I just looked irritated all the time for three hundred forty years, and next thing I know I'm running a school. Well, not really running a school, more of looking irritated behind this desk until the vice principal does my work for me."
Anti-Cosmo stood on the desk staring at the principal in disbelief. Anti-Wanda floated up and joined him on the marble desk. "How does that even work? Fairies are so unbelievably imbecilic."
While Anti-Cosmo was talking, Anti-Wanda was looking around in boredom. She grabbed the gray feather off of the desk and started rubbing it on her face, laughing.
"If you look annoyed people think you're working hard. Believe me, kid, it's a magic no wand can remake. Well, maybe a pixie wand can," Mr. Benes rambled.
"Anyway, you're being held ransom. Tell me how to conquer your school, or I'll kill you or something," Anti-Cosmo sort of threatened.
"I don't know how to conquer something," Mr. Benes said. "I don't even know how to make fish without magic."
It was about that time Anti-Wanda stopped tickling herself and somewhat paid attention to what was going on.
"B-but… you're an adult! Don't all adults know how to over through the government but are just too lazy to?" Anti-Cosmo asked.
"Who ever told you that?" Mr. Benes asked.
The principal's question was replied to with laughter as Anti-Wanda started tickling Anti-Cosmo with the feather.
"No, no stop it," Anti-Cosmo said between laughs. A dark blue aura was glowing around him.
"Okay," Anti-Wanda said and stopped. Once she stopped, the cabinets behind them fell over, spewing papers everywhere.
"Geez, you're still young enough to do that?" Mr. Benes asked, bewildered.
Anti-Cosmo suddenly had a realization. "I am young enough to do that!" he said and turned to Anti-Wanda. "I need you to do that again!"
"Say 'okay', or before that?" Anti-Wanda asked.
"Before that. The thing with the feather," Anti-Cosmo said.
"Okey dokey," Anti-Wanda said and started tickling Anti-Cosmo again. As the anti-baby laughed uncontrollably, the blue magic bordered him again. As it continued past where it ended the first time, Anti-Cosmo fell to the desktop with laughter and the aura got slightly bigger which made the ink bottle started shaking. The cork popped off and hit the principal in the head. He didn't really seem bothered by it though, he was too busy watching the ink multiply and it came out of the bottle as a humanoid like creature. It was bigger than Anti-Cosmo but still smaller than Anti-Wanda, who dropped the feather as she looked at the creature in amazement. "Wow," she mumbled.
Anti-Cosmo stood back up on the pearly white marble desk, not even bothering to fly. "My creation! Go outside the window, we'll make you bigger!" he commanded. The blob of black ink nodded and walked out of the window, leaving a trail of ink as it walked. After it got outside, it made the 'okay' symbol with a hand it just materialized. Anti-Cosmo turned to Anti-Wanda. "Let's make it bigger," he said and raised his rattle.
"Okay," Anti-Wanda said and raised her's. Since size changing spells were fairly simple, their combined magic made the monster about 50% bigger than the school.
"Now, my creation, CAPTURE THEM ALL!" Anti-Cosmo yelled and started laughing monster shot ink out of its arms, and encased all the inhabitants of the school. The youngest anti-fairy poofed the cube into his hands and turned it on. "Pitiful creatures, I am your new master, Anti-Cosmo!" Anti-Cosmo exclaimed into the cube. Those words got projected across the school and echoed back to the room. "Do I really sound like that?" he mumbled, which wasn't picked up by the cube because Anti-Wanda took it.
"Hey y'all! I like squids!" Anti-Wanda yelled into it. There was a moment of silence. "That's all," She said and handed the cube back to Anti-Cosmo.
"Anyway," Anti-Cosmo continued, "I command you all now. First, I fire Ms. Teacher. Second, OVERTHROW THE ANTI-FAIRIEN GOVERNMENT!"
"What's with you and the government?" Mr. Benes asked. "You're, like, two. I'm ten thousand and I get bored every time someone mentions it."
"Third, fire the principal too," Anti-Cosmo said.
Mr. Benes looked offended. "Oh, I see how it is."
Anti-Wanda grabbed the cube, "Greenth, sing a song about breaking giraffes' necks!"
Anti-Cosmo took the cube back. "Fourth, after we overthrow Anti-Binky and I become ruler, we move onto bigger things," he said and started walking forward on the desk. "Start with earth, then Fairy World and Pixie World, then THE UNIVER-" Anti-Cosmo started to yell, but as he was saying it his foot went onto the paper blending into the white desk. The paper slipped from under his foot and an unprepared anti-baby fell off of the desk and hit the ground. "Ow, that hurt…" Anti-Cosmo whined.
Mr. Benes and Anti-Wanda started laughing, Mr. Benes laughing harder. 'You idiotic little creature,' Anti-Cosmo heard his mom say. 'The green eyed pesk can't even fly without falling on his face. I don't want that thing! The small nosed pushover is bad enough! He's a failure!'
Anti-Wanda stopped laughing as she saw the black aura around Anti-Cosmo again. "You okay?" she asked.
"I'm a stain of an anti-fairies," Anti-Cosmo mumbled. He moved into a fetal position as tears rolled down his face. "Pathetic garbage."
Outside, the ink monster exploded and disappeared completely along with the clouds, showing a bright blue sky and brighter yellow sun. The rope undid itself from the principal and it retied itself around Anti-Wanda, then tied itself around Anti-Cosmo, pushing the two anti-fairies together.
Mr. Benes flew over to his wand that Anti-Cosmo left on the floor and poofed a pacifier into the younger anti-fairy's mouth and he spit it out. "I'm not a baby," He mumbled.
"Fine, be that way. See if I care," He said.
Suddenly the door swung open. "George, are you okay?" the person asked in panic. It was a fairy with medium length black poofy hair and light brown eyes. She wore a white sweater like thing with a barely noticeable red dot on it and black pants, along with a yellow crown and blue wings.
The principal got a very annoyed look on his face all of a sudden. "I was trying to do paperwork when these kids showed up and tied me to a chair and took over the school and knocked over my cabinets and-"
"Okay, okay. Calm down. How about I do your paperwork and you can take care of the kids. Will that be alright?" the fairy asked.
"Yeah, I guess. Thanks, Elaine," Mr. Benes said, looking slightly less annoyed. The fairy, Elaine, smiled and poofed away along with all the paperwork and reorganized the fallen papers back into the cabinets, putting the cabinets upright in the process.
As the poof cloud disappeared, Mr. Benes didn't look annoyed in the slightest, he actually looked kind of pleased. "Well, that went better than I expected," He said and grabbed the cube and projected his voice across the school. "Ms. Magister to the principal's office."
"Why is she going to the principal's office? Is she in trouble?" Anti-Wanda asked.
"No," Mr. Benes said, "She's coming to get you two. Oh, by the way, you both have detention for the next twenty times after school's out."
"What's a detention? Is it food?" Anti-Wanda asked. "I eat food with my feet. Is that okay?"
Mr. Benes didn't exactly know how to respond to that. Luckily he didn't have to because Ms. Magister flew in. "Why didn't you just poof over here?" Mr. Benes asked.
"Because, boss, Maria stole my wand and screamed when I took it away. By the way, I want a raise."
"The answer is still no. Now, the kids still have a quarter of an earth rotation left of school, so go educate them."
Ms. Magister sighed. "Fine," She said and grabbed one of the loops on the rope that tied the two Anti-Fairy children together. Begrudgingly, she flew out of the room holding an over excited anti-teen and an anti-toddler that was heavily wallowing in self-pity tied together by a rope.
When they got back to room 720, Ms. Magister took her wand back from Maria and poofed the rope away, freeing the anti-children. "That's the last time I add a rope to the toy collection," she said.
"Oh, yes, I know! Do you want yellow star?" Maria said trying to reach the wand in her teacher's hand, but she was too short. Her voice was high pitched and adorable sounding, but sounded on the verge of crying as well.
Ms. Magister dropped the wand and Maria reclaimed it and started giggling. Anti-Cosmo floated into a corner and festered in his own sorrow silently. Anti-Wanda sat next to him, but after a while of trying to cheer him up and failing, she went and hung out with the leprechaun twins.
About an hour before the school let out, Ms. Magister floated over to the corner Anti-Cosmo never moved from. "Stop brooding kid. It's kind of incredibly disturbing. I don't think you've moved in, like, one fifth of a whole earth rotation."
"I'm a disgusting excuse for an anti-fairy that doesn't deserve to live," Anti-Cosmo said.
"Lighten up. You're not even a whole solar cycle old, and you managed to almost destroy the school. That seems like something anti-fairies would be all for. I know my opposite at your age would be jealous. My god was my opposite annoying."
Anti-Cosmo looked up at his teacher, which was the most movement he'd done in about five hours. "Why do you suddenly care about doing your job?"
"I've been at this job for literally a billion and a half solar cycles. It's not that I don't care about it, it's boring. But that's not the point. Enjoy life before you get you get old enough for everything to be boring. Besides, I think you're making Anti-Wanda smarter. Speaking of which, I think she needs your intelligence," Ms. Magister said. Anti-Wanda was trying to put a square block into an octagon hole that was three times smaller than the block.
Although Anti-Cosmo believes his intelligence isn't very big at all, he could agree with his teacher that he's at least smarter than Anti-Wanda. "I'll go help her," Anti-Cosmo mumbled and slowly flew over to the other anti-fairy.
"So, if we overpower Anti-Binky, we can take his place as ruler of Anti-Fairy World!" Anti-Cosmo explained.
"Oh. How do we do that? The powering over thing?" Anti-Wanda asked.
"I haven't gotten that far yet."
The bell rang, poofing Anti-Cosmo and Anti-Wanda into a room with lots of desks, but all of them empty except for the ones holding the anti-children.
"You have detention. Moving and/or talking is prohibited for the next three twenty-fifths of an earth's rotation. Do you have any questions?" A pixie said. He looked exactly like all other pixies with boxed wings, flat black hair, a gray suit and pointy hat, and black sunglasses. The only difference was he had a gray name tag that said 'Donald' on it.
Anti-Wanda raised her hand. "I got told food was here." She said without being called on.
"That is not a question," Donald said emotionlessly, like all pixies.
Anti-Cosmo suddenly had a realization. "Shoot, Anti-Schnozmo is going to be waiting for a while, isn't he."
"He will be waiting for the next three twenty-fifths of an earth's rotation. Question time is now over," Donald said. He lifted a black stick with a gray circle on the top. The circle glowed a brighter gray and gray duct tape appeared over both the kid's mouths.
A/N: Well. That was chapter one. I'm planning on making this an episodic fanfic with each chapter being an episode. Chapters would probably vary in size. I already have some ideas, but I'm welcoming requests. If you do request, there's no guarantee that I'll do it, but I'll definitely think about it. I'd love to know what you think of it, feedback and constructive criticism are welcome. Please review.
Also, some things that would have interrupted the flow the flow of the story is that Ms. Magister is the size of a human, sort of the same anatomy as the tooth fairy, but all other fairies are the size that Cosmo and Wanda are normally, George is shorter though. Speaking of heights, Poof and Foop are about the size of half of Cosmo and Wanda so Anti-Cosmo is a couple inches shorter than that. Maria is slightly shorter than Anti-Cosmo. Anti-Wanda and Anti-Schnozmo are about half way between Poof/Foop size and Cosmo/Wanda sized. Blaine and Dillan are the same height and are slightly shorter than the anti-teens.
When I call them anti-teens, that's just based off looks. In my mind fairies and anti-fairies grow differently so their classification of teens is from 50-100 years old.
This also takes place in the past so cell phones, glasses, speakers, weeks, and stuff don't exist yet. They aren't speaking English, it's just translated for your convenience. They probably speak Latin.
Also, Blain, Dillan, and Maria will have bigger roles in the future. I also might accidentally call Dillan Duncan because that was his original name. I based Maria off of my younger sibling who has hyperlexia type 2 and has level three autism, but I don't know any blind or deaf people. I wasn't trying to be offensive with them in any way. That's about it.
