Helping Neverland

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Elliot's POV

I stalked around until I found other unsuspecting suspect in my quest to find out more information on where the hell they even came from. The black haired boy named Ray was laying gloomy on his bed, staring up at the ceiling like it was the most interesting thing in the world. He seemed like the real deal though. Someone who looked at thing objectively and didn't believe in any of that fake bullshit like demons and magic. I sat down right next to him, waiting for him to talk to himself.

"This sucks," he finally said after a couple minutes of waiting. I looked at him as he pulled out a journal from under his pillow. I stared at an insane lock sitting on top of it. What the hell was that?! It'd take hours, no, years for him to open it! What was so important that he even-

"What the actual hell?!" I shouted as this Ray kid basically swiped at the lock and it opened. The speed at solving that puzzle was insane! He flipped a couple of pages before stopping and staring. I looked over at it and read a couple of lines.

Mysterious benefactor.

Helped escape.

Own plan?

Close to Phil.

Code name Kieran. Why?

The web hurt my brain as I tried to connect as many things together as I could. It was obvious this was about Tira, I mean, she basically announced that when she came over with them. She was so close to them all, especially that Phil kid. It seemed like she spent a lot of time with them, interacted with them even somehow, but they just didn't remember.

"How else can we find out about them?" Ray muttered, tapping the pen to his lip. Wow, he sure gets over things fast, doesn't he?

"Phil is the obvious choice, but with how he's also effected by the wish they made to Him, it's unlikely Phil can just drudge up the memories whenever he wants to. Then who isn't effected?" He continued talking to himself like a mad man as I listened. The connections and possibilities he was coming up with on the stop were great. It even frightened me a bit with how good they were. I was so entrenched in his thought process that I jolted when there was a knock on the door. Ray looked over calmly as I regained my composure.

"Yeah?" Two kids opened the door, looking at each other before staring at Ray again. He motioned for them to come in.

"What is it, Lannion, Thoma?" The two shared another look and nodded. The blonde kid walked up and handed Ray something.

"A Rice Krispies bar?" I asked out loud. Was this supposed to be a peace offering? Or to make him feel better? Ray didn't seem like the kind of person who liked sweets.

"..."

"Thoma and I wanted to give it to you so you'll feel a bit better," Lannion explained. "After you had that argument with Emma."

"It's pretty good, so you should eat it and stop being all mopey and sad. T-that's all we had to say! Bye!" The two kids ran out of the room, softly shutting the door behind them. I looked back over at Ray who's hair was shadowing his face. What the hell? Was he really that touched by a Rice Krispies treat?

"... familiar."

What?

He grabbed his book and jotted 'Rice Krispies treat' in, circling it a few times and marking a question mark besides it. He started tapping his pencil against the page, mumbling almost incoherently random words.

"Food... treat... rice... sweets... no, none of these sound right!" He placed the journal next to him and bent down, reaching under his bed and grabbing out a laptop. Ray jumped online as I watched, searching up Rice Krispies and looking through tons of pictures and reading through articles. Really boring stuff mind you, until he finally got to watching the commercials.

"Snap, crackle, pop!"

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A/N: AHAHHAHAHHAHAH somehow I was able to add the infamous rice krispied into the story XDXDXDXDXD But will Ray realize something? Or think of something after watching that commercial????? Like how heeeeeeeeee....... BROKE TIRA'S ARM?!?!?!??! Yeah, he better UMU But I totally see Ray as someone who has a secret journal where he plans stuff in. Norman would be the one who uses those corkboards with the red string or whiteboards while Emma just remembers it. I'm not sure how long this'll be. I mean, how can I really when I don't even know what's happening next? I don't think it'll be anytime soon though unless I keep up this grind of chapters XDXDXD Anyways, I'll see you all soonnnnnnnnnnnnn! Bai for nowwwwwwwwwwww~