Once upon a time, there was a child whose name was unfortunately "Timmy."
"Hey! My name isn't unfortunate!" Timmy yeld.
He, or "they" as his parents liked to use, was merely 5 years old. One day, his parents decided to take a dangerous, narrow shortcut after watching a movie.
Timmy's father appeared from thin air. "Let's go, Timmy."
"I don't think he wants to go this way," Timmy's mother also appeared.
"THEY, Charlotte, I thought we agreed to let them explore their gender themself!"
"I like being a he," Timmy chimed in.
"No, you do not, Timmy, it's just society trying to confuse you!"
"Jimmy, I think denying his chosen identity is counterintuitive."
As his parents were arguing, a robber came in and used a gun to shoot his parents. The robber took the money and left. Luckily, his butler, by the name Alfred, came to his rescue.
"Waiiiit, is this Batman?" Timmy curiously asked.
No, do not use that name. We might be sued. Plus, the story is t o t a l l y not Batman.
"Then what is this story called?"
"Flying-Mammal man."
"Bats are the only flying mammals! It's B(Beep)man!---"
Alfred was terrified of the sight, but knowing how rich the family is, he decided to become a father figure as a lucrative endeavor.
"That's not very nice."
"Hello, Timmy, let's go back. Don't you feel like taking vengeance so no one wrongs anyone ever again?" Alfred said.
With boiling anger, Timmy trained hard so one day he could protect the GotBeef city.
"To be honest, I only knew those two for like-- what? 2 minutes? I don't really care."
"But there are many kids who are losing their parents! Don't you want to become Ba--I mean, Flying-Mammal man to protect them?" Alfred asked.
"The story is laaaame." Seeing a gun on the ground, Timmy picked it up and pointed it at Alfred.
"Gimme yer mohneyy," he said.
The whole surrounding suddenly lost color and turned blank white.
What are you doing?
"Making it more interesting. Can you make me into a pirate?"
If you're so bored, then let's put you into a world more fit for your short attention span.
The whole world became pastel and colorful. There were large fields with large flowers. And the sun? The sun had the face of a large smiling baby. From the domed house came familiar characters with permanently smiling faces, no noses, and weird antennas on their head. Timmy shivered. They looked like monsters.
Follow the itsy-bitsy Timmy on their great adventures and conquests. :D
In each episode, the narrator tries to create a profound story for Timmy, yet Timmy never goes along and somehow ruins it. Maybe Timmy has ADHD? Maybe Timmy just loves to mess with the narrator? Or maybe Timmy is just the average child that he is?
Disclaimer: Most of the art in the thumbnail, cover, banner, or even within the chapters is not my original creation. Most of them are from Canva. Because Canva is the Canva-est at being Canva.
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