Chapter 1

Five years is a long time to sit around waiting, it's not easy to forgive. He tried to make things right, with his thousands of copies to take care of our every little whim, but everything went wrong. It's been a while, but I think I can give an explain of what happen.

If I recall on that day I was sitting on a lounge chair, next to a pool just soaking up sun. I had a fruity, extremely sweet drink with a pink umbrella.

It was a rare day for me, I kept up the cool act even though there was no one around to be cool for, but old habits die hard. That was the reason why I hung out next to the pool, none of the other Unwishies enjoyed swimming, and would rather beat the ever loving crud out of some Timmy clones.

That was what made me start thinking, was it right to treat those Timmy clones so badly? I knew Timmy didn't care why should he? It was his idea. But, I don't know. I believe I was comparing myself to them at one point, trapped in the back of Timmy's head all alone, was that what it was like being on of Timmy's clones? Did they feel alone and unwanted whenever I or the Unwishies hurt them?

I took a sip of the fruity drink, hoping its sweet taste would stop my down cast thoughts. These thoughts were uncool, and it was starting to make me feel…things, things I hadn't felt for many years.

I yawned into my hand, than all at once a wave of tiredness washed over me. I was confused; I'd had ten hour sleep last night and only been awake for around an hour. Why was I sleeping now? That was what one half of me was thinking, the other was thinking about how napping in public was so uncool.

"You hear me eyes? You're making me uncool. You're also making me talk to myself, cool people don't…" I lost the fight, and my eyelids closed firmly.

I'm sure how many hours passed, but when I came to I was trapped in Timmy's head again. Well, not Timmy Timmy, but Timmy's big metal head that we used to trap him. I looked around, Pumpkinator was sitting down in leaning against the wall, he didn't have facial features but he somehow gave off a look of depression. Super Bike was on his side next to the bars of the prison head; it looked like he tried to ram the bars down and tripped. His face was quite clearly upset, and for a moment I feared he might rust from his own tears, and then I remembered that caring isn't cool.

Super Toilet was also in the cell, but it didn't move. Why should it, it's a freaking toilet! Oh, the Founding Fathers were in here as well, Washington seemed to lack his axe.

After a couple of minutes of checking, I noticed that every unwished wish was in Timmy's giant metal head prison. Well, all except Dark Laser and Flipsy. How he keeps getting off the island, I'll never know.

This is where I remembered that I was the one that made the jail, and I also recalled it was unbreakable from the inside.

Trapping me in my own cell for Timmy? Majorly Uncool.

I turned to my fellow unwished wishes, and loudly asked.

"What the hell?" The confusion was clear in my voice, something that mildly annoyed me. Super Bike answered me,

"The Timmy clones drugged us and trapped us in Timmy's metal head prison as a form of pay back." He was mad; as his words left his mouth everyone became mad. And when everyone's mad, they all start shouting…

"This is all your fault Pumpkinator!"

"No, it's Washington's fault!"

"All I do is chop wood! It was Super Toilet's fault!"

"Swoosh." The shouting stopped, as everyone looked at Super Toilet. I was in shock, to be honest.

"Super Toilet, I never knew you were a potty mouth." I was the only one that even slightly questioned what we all just heard, I slightly cursed myself for saying Potty Mouth, not because it could be seen as insulting, mostly because potty mouth was such a babyish thing to say.

"Swoosh, swoosh! SWOOSH!" Everyone backed away from Super Toilet, fear on their faces. I gulp and held up my arms in surrender.

"Woah! Be cool, Super Toilet. Be cool." Everyone on the island knew that was as close as I was willing to get saying sorry, even Super Toilet understood that, and he was a freaking toilet for sanity's sake.

"Swoosh." Everyone sighed, for Super Toilet had calmed. Super Toilet was scary, then you realise that you're frightened of a toilet and you feel like a five year old. Sometimes I hate the people on this island that made me feel that young.

Trapped in an unbreakable giant metal head, no magic of my own, and no hope of escaping without mercy or help. And the only person that even knew I was on that island at all is Timmy Turner.

Uncool odds, am I right?

Growing tired of standing, I sat on the cold floor of the prison. I need to escape, and I would. With time, but right now my only concern is them feeding us or not.

Starving is uncool, like really uncool.

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