Devil VickyThe following is a Fairly Odd Parents fan fiction I do not own the characters or anything to do with the show they are owned by Nickelodeon and Viacom. And I do not own Spartans.Devil Vicky by Werewolf-Hero
Vicky was driving her new red SUV. For once the evil babysitter had her own plans and she hopes to not get call from her most frequent clients. But as if on cue her cell phone started to play my shiny teeth and me so she quickly pulled over to answer.
“Hey Mrs. Turner” she said in an overly sweet voice “what can I do for you on this nice day?”
“Vicky” the woman on the other and said “I know this is short notice but…”
The redhead interrupted “You need me to look after my favorite chilled Timmy” she said in an overly sweet voice that she tended to use around the parents. To hide her sinister nature, but Timmy rally was her favorite.
“Yes it's not a problem for you? Me and Mr. Turner are going to a couples retreat for bonding exercises
Pokemon Flora Chapter 1-1Kaori had rushed into the forest after hearing her friend, Shiro, yell in distress. The forest was green with many big trees, tall grass and flowers. A series of dirt paths showed the way through the forest, some paths going through tall grass where wild Pokèmon tend to hide.SuperSonicWinxKnux
Kaori looked around, admiring the sight of the forest. "Wow, so this is Palmleaf Forest." She then shook her head and put a serious look on her face. "I can check out the rest of the forest later! Shiro needs my help!"
Kaori continued to run through the forest as she searched for Shiro. Soon, she found her friend kneeling on the ground, in front of him was a Treekco and a Riolu, both laying on the ground and looking badly injured.
Shiro was looking down on the ground. tears slowly flowing from his eyes. "I-I can't believe this. I'm sorry, Treecko. Riolu. We weren't strong enough."
Kaori ran to Shiro's side and also kneeled down. "Shiro! What happened here?!
Suddenly, the voice of a young lady was heard. "So,
Cinderella the Nude IIIIjochanaan
Sometimes I love my mother, like when she's properly dressing down Cindermaid; I wish I could imitate that cold look and those dire threats veiled in velvet. But sometimes I hate her.
Like this morning. Anyone could see that her plan to put one of us in the Prince's palace as a bride--I hate to admit it, but I really don't think she cared whether it was me or Annette--would never have worked. But she just said, "I expect obedience," turned on her heel, and left us, closing the door with that decisive snap I really hate when it's turned on me.
When her footsteps had died away down the corridor, I said, "Well, are you going to do it?"
"I--I suppose I should. If it works, I'll be a Queen!"
"Ha!" I snorted. "And if it doesn't, you'll be short all the toes on your left foot, and probably in the dungeon too! This time Mother's asked too much. I like my feet in one piece, thank you very much!"
Cinderella the Nude IIjochanaan
One warm fall evening long ago and far away, a young woman in rags lay weeping under a hazel tree that stood over a clear pond. As the stars came out, her tears dried slowly, and she sighed. "Ah, if I could only see the castle from here!" And she set her hand on a low branch of the hazel tree.
"Is that all thy wish, my dear?" said a strange, soft voice behind her.
She froze, then turned. There stood a tiny, naked, white-haired woman, knee-high to the girl.
"Who are you?" whispered the young woman, kneeling the better to see the tiny creature.
"Thou mayst call me thy godmother," replied the little woman. Despite her white hair, all her flesh was as fair and smooth as the girl's, and her eyes were the color of hazelnuts. "I have watched over thee ever since thy mother, may she rest in peace, was buried under my tree. Tell me thy sorrows, child."
And the girl, an impulsive creature, told her all: how
I'm way to paranoid to show you what I really look like.|
1) I have Aspergers a mental problem. It makes it hard for me to socialize. Also learning to spill probably is almost impossible. It also makes me absent minded and over apologetic.
2) I have a bad phobia and paranoia about meeting you. I really freak myself out when its even brought up in a joke. Also I have a paranoid fear about you guys having psychic knowledge of my other fears. As a reselt of the above I'm afried of seeing photos of my friends. I got worse latly and if you have a pohoto of youreself up and want to be friends. You got youre work cut out for you.
Thank you and God Bless
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