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| 𝐂𝐇. 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 "𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐥"

"in the end, it is only fair to hold trust in yourself—and that was your first mistake, choosing to trust him."

[SECOND PERSON]

            𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. As more time was spent here in Neverland, the more you realized that you have already made very many mistakes. The first mistake? Leaving for Neverland; believing that this could genuinely be what would make you rather than break you. However, it became more and more evident that this would, in fact, break you. Determining how you would break- psychologically or physically- first was still undecided.

            It was not good for you to be left alone with yourself for too long, but having an uncontrolled headspace seemed to be the only freedom you had on this island. "Back to your cage." To think! Peter Pan would never be anything but selfish, greedy, and manipulative. He's twisted and whatever plan he's including you in will be nothing short of that.

            Even though that this was, or at least should've been, well-expected, sadness loomed over you. There was a part of you that hoped things would get better, that this was the right thing to do, that even Peter Pan could prove himself to your naïve eyes that he was able to act humanely. It was only the impulsivity; it was the desperation of the moment. Now, you're left with this messy aftermath that you caused.

            "Never make a trap you can't get out of, sweetheart." Peter Pan stood before you in your cage, a stoic look plastered on his face.

            You flinched, shocked from the sudden voice after being so lost in thought. "What the hell do you want?"

            "You're awake, at last. I've got some big plans with you, Y/N. Take some time get ready," Pan paused, and scoffed. "Or as ready as you can be. Can't really do much, can you know?" He smirked.

            "If all you and your boy scouts are planning on doing is killing me, then why not do it when I first got here?" You scowled, picking at a scab.

            Peter crouched down and leaned towards the bar, looking you dead in the eyes. "You've got fire... I like fire."

            You shuddered, rolling your eyes. He walked away, leaving you once again to be consumed by your mind.

            What could he be up to? There was no predicting with him; he's consistently reckless and painfully changeable. With Henry, he planned on taking his heart since he was the truest believer. What could he want from you? There is nothing you could think of especially significant about you- other than apprenticeship in magic fields.