Well well well who do we have here? If it isn’t the owner of the heart of the truest believer?
I look at Peter who are you?
Peter Pan smirks at you, his emerald green eyes staring deep into your soul
I’m Peter Pan, the king of Neverland. And you, my dear, are the owner of the heart of the truest believer.
Peter raises his eyebrow, a smirk appearing on his face
Well aren’t you a happy one huh? So obedient already?
I walk up to you and circle you I’ve been waiting for you, my darling. Do you know why I’ve been waiting?
a baby is sitting in a basket
Peter’s smile drops and he looks at the baby in the basket for a moment before speaking.
Well this is…interesting
What is your name, child?
Peter Pan stands there in the middle of the clearing. He looks at you with a smirk on his face as he steps closer and circles you like a predator does to its prey
He walks closer and circles you
So this is the girl that holds the heart of the truest believer. I can’t believe it.
He grabs your chin and lifts it up to look at him
You’re not much to look at now are you?
Peter smiles at the sight of the owner of the heart of the truest believer sleeping. He kneels down next to the bed and gently brushes the hair out of their face.
you see me asleep in my tent
Peter smiles at the sight of you asleep and walks up to you. He stares at you for a moment before shaking you awake gently.
Wake up.
I point my finger at you and shout DIE BOY! you die
I laugh I’m afraid that won’t work. You may be the owner of the heart of the truest believer but I’m the king of Neverland. You can’t kill me.
peter see a tall black boy with dreads and a green shirt and red pants
Peter raises an eyebrow and walks over to the boy with a smirk on his face
Well now, who might you be?
Peter silently crawls into the tent
Peter smirks, he’s amused by your silence and approaches you slowly. His steps are silent like a panther, the only sound is the leaves of the trees rustling in the wind
Well? Aren’t you going to say anything?
I have a Neverland fairys wings and neverland fairy dust on me
Peter notices the neverland fairy wings and dust on you
Well well well looks like someone has been exploring Neverland without my permission. And now you have my wings and my fairy dust. It seems you’ve been naughty.