1Disclaimer: I don't own The Fairly OddParents. It belongs to Nickelodeon and Butch Hartman.
Chapter 1: Big Plans
Monday, March 15, 4:00 A.M.
A former M.E.R.F. fortress lay in the Antarctic tundra. It was primarily used for testing alien-hunting weapons far away from populated areas but the agents stationed there occasionally did research, sometimes assisting an ANSMET team should it be nearby. The location of the fortress was never written down but people knew where it was, including its current owner. He wasn't part of the military but he did know how to fight and had excellent persuasion skills, particularly with his fearsome appearance. M.E.R.F. had been ridiculed so severely for their haste in dealing with the Destructinator (particularly the fact that they enabled it to control the earth) that they just gave into their foe's demands easily.
The fortress' two inhabitants knew it would be a waste of effort to acquire guards to stand watch in the -70 degree weather, so they just fortified the outside and used a mounted laser cannon to ward off any potential intruders. They didn't even use the entrances and exits that much due to the base's remote location. Instead they used an experimental teleportation machine they found within. All one has to do is step on the machine's platform, type in a set of coordinates, and they were instantly there. A set of handheld remotes allowed for easy return.
Currently the owner's assistant/lover was walking down the central corridor with some very important information. She had black hair which contrasted well with her bright blue eyes, and wore an orange military-style shirt with grey cargo pants. M.E.R.F. put a lot of effort into ensuring there was ample heat in their facility so she didn't need any heavy coats. There was a bag on her back which she used to carry all of her important materials.
She stopped in front of the door to the central control room and pressed a switch to unlock the deadbolt and open the door. She walked into the room and pressed an identical switch on the other side to reverse the process. It was there that she saw her boss sitting at the main computer.
His body was primarily robotic in construction and design, essentially being a streamlined version of the Space Wars character Dark Laser. It was designed that way to find the perfect balance between strength and mobility. He was mostly made of stainless steel, with gold plating on his shoulders and thighs. His limbs and lower face remained unpainted but his torso and the mask which covered the upper part of his head were painted black. The mask covered everything above his mouth, except for the eyes. His left eye was exposed, being bright blue and robotic, while his right eye remained hidden by a sheet of one-way film which covered a hole in the mask, allowing him to see but denying others access to see his face. His devious personality matched his threatening appearance.
Seeing his assistant approaching, he greeted her. "Good morning, Jen." She was the only person he was ever nice to.
Jen knew his real name but always referred to him as "X", his preferred pseudonym. This was to condition her to not use his real name when they are in the presence of allies, as he wants his identity to be as much of a secret as possible. She approached him and pulled a tablet out of her bag.
"Good morning. X, sir, I believe Denzel Crocker finally has the resources we require." She handed him the tablet which showed a video that had gone viral on TooYube.
"Thank you," he said as he took the tablet and pressed play using the tips of his fingers which had a special material on them designed to mimic the texture of human skin.
The video showed Crocker hijacking the mayor's speech at Dimmsdale City Hall. "Ladies and gentlemen...and mother," he began, "for decades you've laughed at me for my ambitions to catch FAIRIES, but things are about to change." He wheeled out a cart which had a boatload of equipment. "This is the latest generation of FAIRY hunting gear."
He proceeded to take one of each item out of the cart and show them to his audience. "Tungsten carbide butterfly nets, magic detecting meters, magic detecting goggles, and the pièce de résistance: a magic scepter which can harness the magic of at least 2 fairies. I know this because I did that once and ruled the world!" He let out a cackle. Everyone looked around in confusion. "Of course no one remembers it, but it happened, damn it! So I invite you to join me in harnessing the power of FAIRY GODPARENTS!" He spasmed a lot and banged his head on the podium. Crocker's temporarily dazed state was the opportunity security needed to throw him and his equipment out.
As he was being carried away, he yelled out "I can't be stopped forever! One day I'll come out on top again!"
"Yeah, yeah," one of the security guards said as he tossed Crocker into the back of his unsuspecting van.
The video went on for a little longer, but X saw all he needed. He immediately typed and printed a document which he placed in an envelope. He then placed the envelope with 3 others waiting by the teleporter.
"People may think he's delusional, but I know he means business," X said. "I've observed him successfully using his fairy-hunting gear on multiple occasions. This letter will certainly bring him to our side, as will the others."
Jen walked up to X and planted a small kiss on his metal cheek. "You're such a brilliant tactician," she said.
"Well," replied a somewhat embarrassed X, "you can't get this far in a revenge plan without good strategy." He looked down at the teleporter. "Did you input the coordinates?"
"Yes. What time will we go to fetch our guests?"
"Today is March 15. I bet Crocker has big plans for today so we'll wait until 8:00 tomorrow night. After all, this is the final March 15 before Timmy Turner heads off to high school. I don't see why he won't make it a big one," X said. An evil grin formed on his face showing off his set of pointed, metallic teeth. "Just not as big as what we're going to do to Turner."
6:00 A.M.
Indeed, Denzel Crocker did have big plans for the day.
The humpbacked teacher left his job at Dimmsdale Elementary School when Timmy graduated. "Without Turner and his FAIRIES," he said toward all the other staff members, spasming extremely on the word "fairies", "I have no purpose! If Turner is gone, then so am I. I will follow him to the end of time; anything to catch his FAIRY GODPARENTS!" He spasmed even more, nearly breaking an exit sign he was standing under.
"Yes, good luck with that." Principal Waxelplax sarcastically said, in that unmistakable Irish accent of hers.
With that, Crocker turned around, marched out the door, and drove away in his unsuspecting van, never to be seen again at that school.
"I can't believe he's finally gone," Mr. Bickles said. "I think this is the first dream of mine to actually come true and stay that way."
After that, the staff of Dimmsdale Elementary threw a huge party.
While he did not get another full time education job, he did manage to weasel his way into a frequent substitute position at Dimmsdale Middle School. Timmy and his friends nearly fainted the first time they entered a classroom there and saw his distinctive humpback, crooked teeth, and ears on his neck. When Timmy wasn't in his class, he acted surprisingly normally, but Turner's presence was enough to send him into full psycho fairy hunting mode.
Fortunately for Timmy, March 15 fell on the weekend the previous two years, so he didn't have to worry about Crocker's immeasurable wrath on this date. But this year was different. Crocker was determined to make this March 15 the biggest, baddest one yet.
The previous night, Crocker attended a ceremony celebrating the school's football team winning the regional championship. Crocker certainly wasn't the sporty type and neither was Timmy (who only attended so he could see his longtime crush Trixie Tang, who became a cheerleader just so Veronica would stop pestering her about it); he was there for more nefarious purposes. Luckily for him, the school gave him the the very opportunity he needed to ensure he would be working there the next day: running the coffee cart. He was able to put heavily spoiled milk in the latte of Ms. Johanssen, Timmy's regular science teacher. Sure enough, Ms. Johanssen called in early on March 15 saying she would be unable to make it due to a nasty case of food poisoning. Dimmsdale Middle School's principal, Mr. Mitchell, was aware of Crocker's past history with March 15. That, combined with his recent public freakout, gave Mitchell a sour opinion of the humpbacked teacher. He signed as he knew there were no other subs available. Crocker would have to do.
Crocker was sitting at his desk in the Crocker Cave, finalizing his plans for the day when the phone rang. "6:00," the deranged teacher said, "right on time."
He picked up the phone and answered with "Hello, Denzel Crocker speaking."
"Good morning, Mr. Crocker," Mr. Mitchell replied. "I know it's early. I'm sorry if I woke you up."
"Oh no, I've been up for half an hour already. I'm a bit of an early bird."
"Well that's good. Ms. Johannsen just called me and said she can't make it today because she's suddenly very sick. I need you to come in and substitute for her today."
"No problem at all, Mr. Mitchell. I'll be there as soon as possible."
Mr. Mitchell's demeanor suddenly went from amicable to serious. "Mr. Crocker, there's something else we need to talk about."
Crocker had a very good inkling as to what this was. "Would this happen to be about my past history on March 15?"
"Yes. I'm aware your...instability has lessened since your time at Dimmsdale Elementary, but I need you to promise me you won't do anything rash today. Especially after that speech you gave last week."
"Don't worry about that, I'll act perfectly rationally." Crocker was telling the biggest lie he'd ever told, but Mitchell didn't know that. "I promise."
"Thank you. Well, I have to get ready for work now, so I'll leave you to do the same."
"That's a good idea. So long, Mr. Mitchell." Crocker hung up the phone and his evil grin became even more evil. "And so long to Turner's fairies."
6:30 A.M.
Crocker had just finished loading all of his fairy-hunting equipment into his unsuspecting van. As he was about to leave to go to school he noticed there was a letter in the mailbox outside his decrepit home. This struck him as rather odd, as he and his mother hardly ever got mail.
He grabbed the letter and looked it over. It was almost completely blank all around: no address, no return address, and no stamp. What was there, was a small printed message that said "to Denzel Crocker." Curious of what this unmarked letter could possibly be, he opened it as soon as he hopped into the van.
Inside was a single sheet of paper which read:
To Denzel Crocker—
I'm sure Timmy Turner is a name that causes chagrin every time you think of it. Well, you're not alone. I am gathering some of Turner's greatest enemies together so he can finally receive the comeuppance he has so long deserved. Should you join me, you'll have an opportunity to successfully harness and utilize the magic of fairies as you have long dreamed of. Ah, that piqued your interest, didn't it? I thought it would. I know today is a special day for you so I won't rob you of that. Come to the Dimmsdale sign at precisely 8:00 PM. on March 16 where my assistant will teleport you to my secret base. Although you don't know who I am, you should know that I'm a force to be reckoned with. You don't want to get on my bad side, so don't try to double-cross me.
Till we meet in person
—X
Crocker read through the letter and a sickening grin formed. "And I thought this day couldn't get any better." He laughed evilly to himself as he drove away, eager for what prospects the future held.
Author's Note:
Hi everyone! This is my very first (and possibly only) fanfic. I suddenly had a burst of creativity and so decided to write this before I forget it.
Please feel free to review & comment.
As a Marvel fan, I primarily based X's design on Doctor Doom, while his left eye is pretty obviously based on the Terminator. I also realized that it's also somewhat like Darth Vader, so I made that reference to Dark Laser.
