Fairly Odd Parents Porn Story: Paranormal Chapter 1

Important Notice: If you have not read the first Meet the Creeper story, I highly suggest reading that one first.

Its now been five years since the events of Meet the Creeper. Veronica is in Hell, A.J. is now a member of the FBI, Chester, Trixie, Tad, and Chad, are still missed, and as for Timmy and Tootie? Since their encounters with Veronica, they have spent their years since then trying to rid the world of any and all evil entities one at a time. This is their story.

Disclaimer: I own nothing here. The characters used herein are the property of Butch Hartman and Nickelodeon. I am also using elements from the hit TV show Supernatural which is owned by the genius Eric Kripke and Warner Bros. Any other trademarks are the property of their respective owner.

Thank you to MisterBlue for Beta reading this.

The outskirts of Green Bay, Wisconsinmidnight

The warm humid night air was buzzing, three shapes cut through the vast farmland in a desperate dance of survival. The first shape, a humanoid form that was grotesquely deformed. The second and third were humans, both wielding pistols, silently tracking their prey. Through row after row of fertile cornstalks, the three forms sliced, the two humans splitting apart and trying to ensnare their foe. They circle, slowly mince stepping as they close in.

Suddenly, the mutated form leaps into the thick, muggy night, for a millisecond illuminated by the full, hot June moon. Claws out, fangs dripping with saliva it descends onto the first form, a female. A half-breath before it could sink its jaws into the females skull; three gunshots rang out, shattering the silence and striking the form with deadly precision in the chest.

The creature yelps, the hand poured silver bullets slicing flesh, muscle, bone, and finally its heart. The pure silver effectively killing it as that is the creatures one weakness. The creature whines softly before slumping onto the soil. The two forms reach each other and stand over the fallen beast, and watch it slowly transform back into a typical thirty-four year old housewife. The female shakes her head sadly, as her counterpart wraps an arm around her, trying his best to comfort her. The male departs, heading for their vehicle to retrieve a pair of shovels and two containers. The female stands there with a rosary, and says a prayer over the deceased woman.

He returns, waiting patiently for her to put the rosary away before handing her a shovel. Together, the two dig a makeshift grave for the woman and gently inter the body. They both say a silent prayer over the corpse as the male pours salt on the body, while the female douses it with gasoline at the same time. They both take one last look at the body before he lights a book of matches alight and tosses it in. The grave erupts in a ball of flame that consumes the remains in a matter of minutes, helping the spirit along to the afterlife.

I always hate this part of the job. The female says as they walk to their restored 1969 Dodge Charger.

I know babe, but you know there is no cure for Lycanthropy. We tried, but we just couldnt overcome the lore this time Tootie. The male responds, gently pulling her close and hugging her.

Timmy Turner and Tootie McDonald trudged through the night and to the car. They got in and drove back through the fertile farmland until it became suburban sprawl once more. They pulled into the parking lot of their motel and unloaded the twin duffle bags in the trunk. Once in the room, they made sure that they were secure and opened the bags. They disgorged their guns, knives, ammunition, and the leather bound book that held all the knowledge they would need on anything and everything that goes bump in the night.

Following their experiences with the resurrected Veronica, the pair graduated from high school and began doing their own research into the paranormal, the supernatural, and the occult. What they found was a world beyond their wildest dreamsor worst nightmares. Creatures of every ilk and nature had crossed their path in the three years since they became hunters. Ghosts, reapers, vampires, werewolves (like tonight), and even demons had cropped up all over the country.

When they found a lead, they tracked the source until they found what they found the unclean or misguided soul and helped it alongeither to justice, the afterlife, or Hell itself. They did their job well, but sometimes the emotional toll was great. Seeing a decent person descend into madness or turned into a vicious, violent killing machine was a tough pill to swallow, but they knew they were doing the right thing.

In the room, Tootie had stripped down and jumped in the shower while Timmy meticulously cleaned his Colt .45 semi-auto pistol. Since they arrived in Green Bay, they hadnt had a solid lead for their next job. That changed the moment his cell phone went off, playing the familiar tune of Barracuda by Heart. He saw the name on the caller I.D., smiled, and picked up.

Long time, no hear Loretta.

Loretta von Gustafson was a Hoodoo priestess that Timmy and Tootie had helped not too long after they became full fledged hunters. They took out some nasty spirits and cleansed her home. In gratitude, she swore that whenever the couple needed her help, she would be more then happy toand she had on several occasions.

I know Timothy, been awful busy as of late. The B-side hasnt buzzed this hard since what those bastards did to us on 9/11. Even then it wasnt this powerful.

I know, we havent been this busy since right after we first started out. I get the sense that this is more of a business call then a social one.

That it is sweetie. Seems that there have been a series of unexplained occurrences and murder/suicides in this big old house down in the Dallas area. Your old stomping grounds if Im not mistaken.

Timmy laughs. Yeah, a long time ago, almost a lifetime it seems. Hey, thanks for the tip Loretta, and thanks for keeping an eye out on my hometown. I appreciate it more then you know.

There was a deep, throaty laugh on the other end of the line. Timothy, after what you and your pretty girlfriend did for me, its the least I can do. Give Tiffany my best, and come on down and see me if you get the chance. Ill have a big old pot of gumbo on. she told him, typically eschewing their nicknames.

You know we will. Ill have Tootie give you a buzz when we get to North Texas. Shes gonna want to make a beeline for your placeyou know she loves your cooking. Well talk to you later dear.

He hung up as Tootie came out of the bathroom wearing only a towel. She had been drying off when she heard her boyfriends cell phone go off. She was happy that Loretta called, but couldnt get out in time to talk to her. She was just happy that they got a case.

So where are we heading this time love? she asked once she had dried off and dressed for bed.

North Texas. Dallas-Ft. Worth area actually. Loretta wanted to tip us off to a haunted house thats been driving newlyweds in droves. Before you ask, I asked her to keep an eye on my hometown since Shreveport is so close. he responded, removing his shirt. He was very ready to grab his own shower. He always lets Tootie get in there first so she can wash her troubles away. He had taken to the job a lot easier then she had, but she was fast catching up.

Ah, so whats the game plan? Did she give us a more specific location?

Uh, no. But Im sure that your Deep Toot skills will come in handy. If I had to venture a guess, I would say Dallas County. It should be all over the newspaper websites, as it seems to be a pretty hot story down there.

Tootie smiled at the reference to her old alter ego. Only Timmy had the sense to figure out it was her behind the trench coat and hat. Then again, the only other people who knew or had heard of Deep Toot were his moronic parents, her cowardly parents, and her evil older sister. The last of which, they hit with Holy Water, and she didnt even flinch. After that, they were ninety percent sure it wasnt a demonic possession. She was just an evil humannothing more.

Did I hear Loretta invite us to dinner? Tootie asked, fiddling with her socks, but mouth already watering.

Yeah she did, she said she would have a big pot of gumbo, just for you babe.

The young woman looked up and could hear the shower running. She shook her head and grabbed her ultra-powerful laptop. She breathed a sigh of relief that this particular motel offered free wireless internet access. Her fingers dancing on the keyboard, she pulled up as many DFW area newspapers as she could, and got a hit on the now-infamous Newton Ranch in southern Dallas County. Apparently, the wife of the original owner brutally murdered him and their five kids before hanging herself from the gigantic chandelier in the foyer. The legend said she went insane after finding out he had an affair with the local preachers wife.

She was intently reading the history when Timmy came up behind her and started kissing and nuzzling her neck. They kissed passionately for a few moments before she pushed him away with a groan and a smile. She loved his enthusiasm and his passion, but now was not the time.

Stop Timmy, not tonight. First of all, you still need to heal up from that run-in with that coven of witches a week ago. Second, Im on myspecial time. And third, Ive got the info we need baby. she squealed as he tickled her sensitive spot behind her knee.

Ok, lay it on me. What are we dealing with this time? Demon? Shape shifter?

Actually, its a place called the Newton Ranch, close to the Dallas/Ellis County line. Apparently, Rachel Newtonthe wife of the original owner found out that her husband Mackenzie was having an affair with their preachers wife. This caused her to go completely Dingo at my baby crazy, and she murdered the entire family before ganking herself from the chandelier. she began.

Now, whenever a married couple buys the place, her spirit returns to cause as much havoc as she can to drive the couple out of her house.

Timmy stroked his chin, nodding at the information his girlfriend had gleaned. She was the best in the business at digging out useful little nuggets like this, and she was rarely off the mark. Hunters far and wide would call her up requesting her help on a particular case when it was known that Turner and McDonald were on Vacation. She was the brains, and he was the weapons guru.

Ok, so laymens terms: she went ape shit, and now shes trying to keep other married couples out and making the same mistakes? Interesting. So did they bury the body or cremate?

Uh, they buried the body. she said, hacking into the death records for the town. Butshe was buried along with the rest of the family on the property, and its about five acres. This is going to be the proverbial needle in a haystack love.

Timmy groaned and slid to his side of the bed. Great, so not only do we have to deal with a psychotic ghost, but we also have to traverse five acres of Texas Hill Country to find her moldy ass. Perfect, just peachy.

Tootie only rolled her eyes as she slid into bed next to him. She knew how much he hated hunts like this, when the remains werent easily found. He often preferred a straight and simple salt and burn. She sighed, closing her laptop and laying it on the nightstand next to her. She snuggles up next to him as he douses the light.

Both need a good nights sleep, because the couple will be up and out early. And they know it will probably be a 20 hour drive, and they need to alternate driving between here and Texas.

A/N: Read and Review please. Well, thats the intro. I hope everyone is enjoying this so far. Up next: Tim and Toot square off with one nasty poltergeist, which leads to some major problems.