☙𝕊 𝕋 𝔸 ℝ 𝕊 𝕋 𝕌 𝔽 𝔽 𝔼 𝔻❧

@notsolostboy

Sometimes messing with Bunny wasn’t always the best idea in the world. His tunnels sucked and now Jack had no idea where he was. An island, sure. But where was the island?

He walked around the island for a bit to see if there was an actual way off, or if he would have to ride the wind. He wasn’t going to wait for the Man on the Moon to call North or something. Besides, he didn’t talk to Jack.

Soon enough he stumbled upon a kid doing who knows what. Perfect. Just what he needed. A reminder that he was invisible. Though, he guessed it was worth a shot.

❝ Hey kid! Do you know where I am? ❞

Peter’s first reaction to the sound of an unfamiliar voice is to take up arms, and prepare himself for a fight of some kind. He hadn’t been on the island long, but he had been there long enough that most, if not all of the island’s residents knew him by name, and knew him well enough to know that calling him ‘kid’ or ‘boy’ was nothing short of unacceptable. He had a name now, and it wanted it used.

He looks up slowly from his place in the sand where he’d been burying something. At the bottom of the small pit is a silver hook, and he kicks some sand over it when he  stands to greet the other.

❝ my name isn’t kid, it’s peter. ❞

Peter takes a moment to give the boy the once over, trying to decide whether or not he’s a threat to the island. He’s dressed oddly, and Peter feels almost like this boy, this being, was something otherwordly, just as Peter now was. It was almost comforting, knowing that there were others besides the people on this island.

It wasn’t that Peter was self-conscious about his inhuman qualities; he was thankful, after all, for the chance to just be a boy for as long as he wanted, and the power of flight was a clear bonus. It was the opportunity to connect with someone, to make another friend, to add to his family.

❝ peter pan. ❞

The thirteen year old takes a moment to brush the sand on his hands off onto his tattered khakis before looking back up to his island’s intruder.

“I know all that, I just don’t understand how it works. Not that it matters, really. It works and now we are changed. 

I remember when she gave you that name, you know. Most of us were there. A name that suited you best. Pan: anarchy, mischief, fun, and all. You have lived up to it very well the past three years, I think. Not that what I think matters, of course. 

All of this island is your family, huh? I’m not entirely sure if that’s ridiculous or heartwarming. You aren’t the worst person to have around as the protector of this island, I suppose.”

❝ it’s magic, i don’t think it’s supposed to make actual sense. it works the same way wishes on shooting stars work, i think.

“Whatever gets you through the night.

Startstuff.. yea Teacher talks about that sometimes. Can’t say I really understand it, but I think I get the main idea behind it. It turns you into what you want to be, yea? Something like that. So… there isn’t really any fault to be had. We all have our reasons for what we changed into. 

I’m not saying my opinion matters anything to you, frankly your opinion doesn’t matter much to me either, but I can’t help be curious. I wouldn’t say I’m overthinking it, the facts are that trusting humans is rare for us. You’re an anomaly, the only one we aren’t warned away from but instead we are told we can trust you. Wouldn’t you be a little curious also, Peter?”

❝ well first of all, it’s starstuff. second, starstuff is the thing that made all of  the fish turn into mermaids. it’s bits of stars that fell to earth, and it’s magic, so if a person, or creature, or whathaveyou comes in contact with it, whatever that being wants to be most, that’s what they become. the fish that surrounded the sinking ship i was on all turned into mermaids because when molly threw the chest of starstuff into the water to save me, starstuff leaked out.

i’m not really a human by normal human standards, although i was when i met teacher the first time, but only for about 10 seconds. i met teacher the same time i got submerged in starstuff. teacher trusts me because she’s all knowing, and she knew that i would be the protector of this island. that’s why she gave me my surname: pan. it means all. as in all of the island is my family, from the ants, to the birds, to the mollusks, they’re all part of my family, and because i went so many years without one, i’d give my life before i lost the one i gained. 

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i’m not gonna lie, i’m pretty confused with how this website works, but it’s my first week with a “laptop” or whatever so cut me some slack if i mess up at some point.

❝ Huh? No my dad isn’t with me. If he was I would be with him. I also mentioned an older brother, Keir! But he’s at home, too. With dad. I think. But either which way do you know how I can get home? ❞

❝ well i guess that makes things a little less complicated, but don’t mention your family around the boys. it’s a sore subject. we’re the kids the world didn’t want, and the only family we have is each other. they get pretty bummed out if you say dad or mom or sister or whathaveyou.

“Suffocating? Me? Well, I suppose that isn’t completely untrue. I do have a bad habit of drowning people.

I’m not saying transformation is ridiculous, all merpeople were once fish and that includes me.  You’re a bit famous around here, boy. Teacher likes you and trusts you, and even if I don’t understand that I respect it. Perhaps she sees something in you I can’t.

Why are you here?” 

❝ i’ll just pretend that isn’t concerning.

i’m aware, that’s partially my fault. s’what happens when you get thrown overboard and you can’t swim so your friend throws the treasure chest of starstuff into the sea with you so you have something to keep you afloat.

it really wouldn’t make a difference to me whether you respected me or not, so don’t worry too much about seeing what she sees. only teacher knows why she trusts me, and her reasons are hers. no one’s gonna get it but her, so try not to waste your time with overthinking it. however, my name is peter, not boy.