Fairly Odd Parents Porn Story: I Hate Everything About You Chapter 1

Kat: I have returned, and I am appalled by the lack of CrockerWaxelplax stories. In fact, the last ones to be posted were the ones in my Recipe for Disaster series! Whats wrong wit choo -bitch slaps- CrockerWaxelplax is love. LOVE, DAMMIT -shakes fist- Anyway, enjoy the angst:)

Denzel Crocker was not a weak man. He endured years of physical and emotional abuse from, it seemed, everyone on Earth. Whenever he was knocked down, hed get back up, a little worse for the wear, but stronger than before.

This is why those who knew him would be shocked to learn that hed entertained the thought of following his fathers footsteps and ending it all on the blade of a knife on more than one occasion.

Of course, hed never followed through with it. If he had, he would have been dead and buried a long time ago. Whenever he began to consider it, whenever hed succumbed to the horrible misery that devoured his heart and his soul, whenever hed pull that knife out and check its sharpness, his mother would call and ask what he wanted for dinner.

His mother. His oblivious, inattentive, model-my-dress-for-me mother was, oddly enough, his pillar of strength. Even though shed never been there when he needed her, as a child and as a college student, shed been the only one to show him any kindness, the only one that loved him unconditionally. In her own way, she was trying to make up for his childhood by taking care of him now that he was adult. It was embarrassing, but at least shed made an effort.

But now now, even his mother couldnt save Denzel Crocker from himself. That night, when hed again succumbed to his misery and pulled out his fathers old knife, when his mother asked what he wanted for dinner, he merely replied Im not hungry, Mother and went to bed early, placing the knife back in the drawer. Hed do it tomorrow. He was too damn tired to do it tonight.

His dreams reflected the thoughts that had again pushed him to the edge. The laughter of those that scorned him, the voices of numerous people declaring his insanity, they echoed in the dark, empty chamber he found himself. One phrase was called out from time to time. Theres no place here for someone like you! The voice that shouted it was that of his boss, his former lover, Geraldine Waxelplax.

Shed shouted it at him earlier that day in one of their normal spats. Had she said it any other day, he would have shrugged it off. But her timing was terrible, as he had been on yet another downward spiral when the cataclysmic words came from her mouth. Shed only meant that the school didnt need a crazy, fairy-obsessed teacher, but as the phrase repeated itself over and over in his head, he began to realize that there was no place for him not only at the school, not only in Dimmsdale, but on the entire planet. Everyone else had a purpose, a destiny just not him.

Evidently, his own father had thought something similar, for he had taken his own life when Crocker was only a child. He had used the very same knife that now lay in Crockers nightstand. Crocker couldnt remember the details, only his wailing mother, his motionless father, and a lot of blood. Crocker couldnt even remember why they still had the knife.

But since they did, he might as well use it.