25: Do wizards still exist?

It was a beautiful warm morning, the birds were singing, the wind was blowing, no doubt a stereotypically good day. But everything changed abruptly when someone with sinister intentions approached, trying to snatch the only good thing from one poor, unfortunate soul...

Samus stopped playing a deep voice coming out of the T-Path because Ciri was giving her a rather ugly look at that point. 

"THAT WAS A PERFECT TIME FOR A NARRATIVE!" shouted Samus, a sneer on her face as she waved her arms exaggeratedly in the air. 

Ciri just covered her face with one hand, not understanding how someone as smart and knowledgeable as Samus could come up with some random stuff out of nowhere, maybe because she was from a magical medieval era and didn't quite understand modern things yet.

I mean, it was weird for her that instead of homosexuality being seen as a negative thing, it was robosexuality. First of all, how do you fuck a robot? Well, Ciri looked that up in a tool Samus showed her, supposedly a repository of world information.

Ciri was sexually open, but what she found, what she saw.... well, it seems that the urge to stick things up your ass isn't just a modern thing, or whether your world had magic or not. 

Ciri cursed Geralt and the other witches for telling her stories about people who asked them for jobs because they had "something stuck in them".

"But we're supposed to be discreet about what we're going to do now," Ciri reminded her, causing Samus to leave dejectedly.

Both women were in the human world, especially Dimmsdale, all because of Jorgen, who decided to devote 120% of his attention to Samus' crazy plan, and perhaps because it was an extremely cruel thing to do to a 10-year-old, Ciri looked at Samus. 

"What, do I look prettier?" noticing Ciri's look, Samus shook her hair with the back of her hand and winked flirtatiously, charming some passing men who only stopped looking at her when they had funny accidents like bumping into each other, tripping, running into a wall, etc. 

"No, but it seems a bit unnecessary to me, even if the child is a disaster who can barely control himself, I don't think it's a good idea to mess with his mind," Ciri was a bit uncomfortable with Samus' plan, it was a small taste of something deeper, a layer of Samus she didn't know and honestly feared. 

Ignoring her companion's concern, Samus simply continued on her way to Timmy Turner's house, a cruel smile on her face as she saw the prospects of seriously educating that annoying child. But Ciri's words made sense, maybe she could cut some things out of her plan.

"Well, we can make it easier, but if I find that it doesn't work, I'll go back to the normal pace and give the brat a good experience," Samus replied, making Ciri breathe a sigh of relief.

"That's just as well. I don't know where you're getting all these weird ideas from," Ciri asked slyly, wanting to know why a 15-year-old girl would have such dangerous ideas in her head.

"Internet," Samus replied with a shrug and a dry tone, but when she saw that Ciri didn't seem to understand her meta-reference, she just paused to explain.

"I prepare for everything, you never know when you might need a little mind game to get someone out of your way. But don't worry, I would never use such things on my acquaintances, if they got as far as to be considered friends by me, why would I ruin their minds?" although Samus' thoughts were no less disturbing, in fact they were very dark, at least much better than Ciri thought.

At least he realized that Samus' main energy was not to be a manipulator behind the shadows, running everything like some kind of twisted divine demonstration, or, well, like a classic stereotypical villain. 

But if he noticed anything, it was that Samus was hiding her paranoia deep within her bizarre ideas.

I already knew that Samus was a bit paranoid, but now it was that she was considering some things from the past. That's why Samus had 1,000 underwater breathing potions. 

Who needs so many potions? Samus. It's as if her preparations were endless as if her desire to minimize danger was magnified to the nth degree. 

Even though she wasn't that paranoid, well she was very careless before she met Samus. If it weren't for the blonde, she would have died of something called the Plague, or worse, she would have brought this terrible disease to her home world, where many people would have died, and perhaps the people with the proper means to prevent it would simply let it pass. 

Her thoughts stopped when they both arrived at the Turner's characteristic house, in a neighborhood that was objectively quite quiet and could even be called wealthy, with examples of people with high incomes living nearby, such as Dinkleberg.

When Samus saw the mailbox of the Dinkleberg house, she put on a strange expression and muttered the last name in pain and anger, which alerted Ciri.

"What did that Dinkleberg do, did he hurt you?" asked Ciri worriedly, not realizing that Samus had never interacted with a person of that last name since she came to this world, but the thought that Samus might have been hurt in some way had clouded her judgment. 

"What, no! It was a joke, don't worry," Samus replied as she waved her hands to play it down, although inside...

'SHE CARED ABOUT ME!!! BREATHE AND WALK NORMALLY, SAMUS, YOU CAN'T FADE, YOU CAN'T FADE...! Maybe I won't faint, but I think I've wetted something, oops' she thought loudly in her head while trying to act normal, although Ciri's constant look at her person didn't help too much. 

"I honestly don't get your jokes, but someday I'll understand them," Ciri said a little more relaxed, unaware that Samus was interpreting her words a little more exaggeratedly than she intended.

'She said someday! I mean, she wants to spend a lot of time with me that means we can spend a lifetime together, maybe with some cats and...' As her face turned red and her head swelled, they both arrived at the door of the Turner house and rang the doorbell.

Ciri noticed the blush on Samus' face, but seeing that she was acting serious without any other discomfort, she just thought it was the heat or something, saving Samus from a possible explanation full of stuttering and nonsensical nonsense. 

The door was rudely opened by a rude teenage girl with orange hair, a green shirt, and black pants, which didn't match Samus' aesthetic at all.

"What do you want? The Turners are gone, we don't buy cookies, we don't want any condo talk, we're already Catholic," Vicky, who opened the door, couldn't be that pushy. 

Samus, not wanting to waste her time with this harpy, simply took a test tube out of her personal space and brought it close to Vicky, who, though she tried to avoid it, could not compare herself to a physically superior person like the blonde. 

"What the hell...?" after smelling the contents of the potion, Vicky's eyes went white and she fell unconscious to the floor. 

The sound of her fall was so loud that a certain boy on the second floor became curious and decided to come downstairs. As if sensing something, Samus and Ciri looked toward the stairs where a small figure was descending. 

The future victim, I mean the little boy, was recognizable. With his trademark pink cap, a matching t-shirt, navy blue pants, sky blue eyes, and brown hair. 

Maybe he was too small for a ten-year-old, or maybe that was common in this world, but the point was that compared to Ciri or Samus, Timmy was tiny. 

"Oh wow! I never expected to see that witch lying on the ground, did they poison her?" asked Timmy in his high voice, although, well, his questions weren't quite appropriate. 

"Boy, why aren't you worried when you see two unknown people in front of your caretaker lying on the ground?" asked Ciri, not believing the boy's reaction.

Shouldn't the situation have alerted her? Even if he had magical godparents, couldn't he have a minimal sense of self-preservation? Ciri thought that perhaps the more drastic options in Samus' plan were necessary because if it were her in this situation, she would be running away by now, not that she was used to it... well, a little.

"I don't think you can threaten me," Timmy said with a kind of arrogance in his eyes, as if Samus and Ciri were on his level, or worse, below him.

Timmy was very arrogant because of his godparents, even though he didn't look like it, he was proud of himself for overcoming any trouble that came his way, even though almost all the trouble was caused by him, he just ignored it.

"You've got a problem, kid," to prove her point, Samus snapped her fingers, causing a small spark of fire to fly between them. 

"WOW, are you a wizard, do wizards exist, can I be one?" Timmy ran down the stairs and hurried over to Samus. She noticed that the boy had a pair of watches, one green and one pink.

Cosmo and Wanda were disguised to help their godson, but they could do nothing when Samus suddenly smacked Timmy's head hard, not caring what damage she might do, after all, she could heal him with one of her potions if it hurt. 

The fairies, feeling powerless because they could not reveal their presence to the humans, remained inactive. Not that they could do anything, for they soon noticed the presence of a powerful, easily identifiable magical force. 

They confirmed this when Jorgen walked through the door, oblivious to the humans present.

"Cosmo, Wanda, you can come out, these people are special, that's what I told you," Jorgen said in an authoritative voice, although he could not hide his joy, finally that annoying boy would get his just deserts.

"Jorgen! Is she a wizard, do wizards still exist? I thought they had disappeared!" asked Wanda with some concern on her face, it was obvious, that her godson had been knocked out in one blow by a girl who seemed to use magic.

"Feel it, Wanda, she doesn't use magic, she just uses the free energy in the universe, the one with the mage is the other girl," Jorgen pointed out to Ciri, who, noticing the look of the two little fairies, just waved her hand with a smile.

Cosmo waved back with a silly smile on his face, he liked this girl, her magical power wasn't as powerful as theirs, but she conveyed a special feeling, a unique connection to magic, very unique and special. 

The other fairies felt the same, but Jorgen's presence kept them away, Cosmo was no ordinary fairy.

The green-haired fairy flew quickly over to Ciri and gave her his small hand in greeting.

"Hello! My name is Cosmo and I've heard a lot about wizards, are you a wizard? Or a witch, or whatever you call yourself!" Ciri laughed at how energetic Cosmo was, so she returned his greeting.

"I'm Ciri, and I'm a witch, or I want to be in the future," she would have liked to answer as a demon hunter, but she knew that was no longer her destiny, although she would never give up her swords or the wolf head necklace around her neck. 

"Enough talk, we'll talk about wizards after we fix this little guy, you might want to see one of my more interesting creations," Samus interrupted, then pulled a rather inconspicuous metal helmet out of her personal space, it happened to be pink.

"Let's see what wonderful things this little guy can live in a completely illusory world," with these words, Timmy's fate changed completely.

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AN: You know, no hate to Timmy Turner. 

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