𝓦𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝓘𝙩 𝓑𝙪𝙧𝙣, 𝗔𝗡 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗔𝗙𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗛𝗜𝗚𝗛 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗟𝗬 𝗙𝗜𝗖

𝓒𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝓔𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣

Frederick Pan's POV

Ali came empty-handed. "Not a clue where she went, I even had to check the science lab."

"Well, we're going to hear an earful afterwards," Holton said, rolling his eyes. Frederick and Holton didn't get along that much, but Frederick could care less. They both bonded over their hatred for Peter Pan. Guys, it's me Nadine! I need to tell you something that Ladeline and Blaise told me!

"Did anyone hear that?" Violet asked.

"No?" Frederick asked, puzzled.

"Must be all the pixie dust getting to my head."

Oh no, I forgot that none of these characters can hear Narrators! Of course, it's just this bunch. Hmm, let's see what I can do...

Suddenly, a bunch of books fell from the bookshelf next to the sofa. "What in...?" Frederick was startled and he bent down to pick them up but realized they were placed in an odd order and each chapter was marked with a letter.  I wonder if....? "Vivi, pass me a piece of paper and pen."

Violet did so and Frederick scribbled down the message, using the first letter from each book's chapter. Go under the Lifairy. After showing it to the others, they made their way to the Lifairy, though were thoroughly puzzled. "Maybe it's a message from the Nadine Ink person," Violet suggested. "And—" She stopped in her tracks once they arrived in front of the Lifairy and Ali pushed open the toasted door.

"Damn..." The place was totally fried, black char everywhere. It was horrifying to think that someone could have died in the fire. It could have been one of Frederick's Neverland friends. Focus, Freddie, he thought. "We need to go under the Lifairy."

Holton snorted. "There's no basement, dumbass."

"Wait, do you hear that?" Vanya held her finger to her lips. Everyone went dead silent as she wandered to a burnt bookshelf, leaning closer. "My mother used to play classical music when I was younger, I can hear piano notes."

"Do you have supersonic hearing or something?" Ali asked. "Wait, maybe there's a secret bookshelf thingy... Step back, I got skills that my papa taught me." He went to the bookshelf and pushed certain books, trying a dozen combinations before something clicked. "Hurray!"

"Don't shit your pants, Ali," Holton said as the bookshelf revealed a black tunnel. As everyone held their phone lights and stepped inside, Frederick was more hesitant. He was afraid of the dark, a child's fear. For all his clowney jokes, he loathed to admit his phobia.

Violet noted his discomfort. "Do you want to hold my hand?" It sounded kiddy and lame, but it's what Violet always did when they were back in Neverland. Frederick was scared of all the shadows. He nodded and slipped his hand into hers as the darkness embraced them.

The piano music got louder as they descended throughout the tunnel. "Just remember that this could be dangerous," Vanya whispered, though Frederick couldn't see her in the dark. "God, I hope we aren't going to get axe-murdered."

"Then where's the fun at?" Holton laughed.

"Good Godmothers..."

Frederick's hands become clammy, though he hoped Violet hadn't noticed. They were a strange item; on-and-off friends, or maybe not even friends at all. Ever since coming to EAH, things got rather uncomfortable between them. Violet, being an unserious flirt, brought up the idea of dating Frederick at some point. They both laughed it off, because it was crazy, Peter Pan and Tinkerbell don't end up together. No happily ever after together, just separately. Another reason Frederick hated his father; he didn't care about women's feelings, he only enjoyed the chase.