Tim And Moby Fanart Novels & Stories

From the floor, Toby suddenly wanders over holding one of his dinosaur drawings. “Mommy.” “What?” He lifts the paper toward me proudly. “This one is the annoying man.” I blink and take the drawing automatically. It’s a dinosaur in a suit with tiny angry eyebrows. Malachi immediately loses his composure laughing while Lilith nearly falls off the couch again. Even I choke out a laugh before I can stop myself. Arthur hears the noise through the phone. “What happened?” I stare at the drawing for another second. Then against my better judgment, I take a picture and send it to him. There’s silence on the line for three full seconds.

She dumped stuffed animals into a blue tote, Matchbox cars into an old Quaker Oats container, then closed the door. Brushing something with her elbow. A piece of paper fluttered to her feet. She knelt and picked it up, shivering, though she wasn’t sure why. It was a picture showing two childlike stick figures. The shorter one wore a red T-shirt and blue pants. With scribbled black hair over a round smiley-face, it was obviously Timmy. The other figure was taller and wider. All black but scuffed around the edges. Its most striking feature: black wings instead of arms, and blazing red eyes. Scrawled over it, Timmy’s childish script read: MR. NOBODY.

Three days later, Tim arrived at Mobius Manor on time at ten minutes to nine. The manor was especially quiet at night. A housekeeper led him to the study and said softly, "Please wait a moment, Mr. Zahn. Mrs. Mobius will be here soon." Tim nodded slightly and began pacing alone inside the study. The study was elegantly furnished. There were several valuable paintings on the walls, and the shelves were filled with a wide variety of ancient books. His eyes stopped on a framed photo on the desk. Zayne and Naomi stood side by side in it, looking completely in love.