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Peter Pan. The stories that name holds. The memories that name holds amongst only select people, but the stories that stretched beyond memory and time and were transcribed into books, movies...plays. It held a sort of power, a hushed awe to those who spoke it. A name most knew and suspected it brought joy, but that was on Earth, that pitiful life forms that existed there. In the Enchanted Forest, he was not seen as kindly as those beings on Earth. Child Thief, was what he was most known for, despite the fact that all the children he took were those who felt helpless and lost. He cared for them on the Isle, and should they decide to leave-though few did-he allowed it, though with the stipulation that they were never allowed to return. He had checked in on a few of them in later years, and seen how miserable they were, which is fine, but Pan did not need someone on is Island that was going to merely run along at the first sign of an out. No, he needed those that would stand by him, so that when he did eventually get his revenge on his father, it would take the icing atop the cake.
His first attempt had been only mildly successful. Baelfire ended up leaving. Granted he had managed to steal his Father's precious replacement for him just for a few weeks, but that was nothing...it simply was not enough. There was no fear, there was no betrayal, there was only anger and hatred. Probably because he was worried what Pan would have said to Baelfire, but he supposed that was a minor manner. He had another plan, this one, well it would not just affect dearest old Father, but also his friends. That was what he truly suspected would get the man to cave. His friends. If not, at least Pan could destroy how his friends saw his very existence.
That at least would be enough, he thinks. His Father having carved yet another family out, all whilst having no issue throwing him to the dirt in order to escape some petty war. At least then he would have felt as though he had a...a sort of chance, but no, he knew this had been likley to happen years prior. Who was he kidding? He had always known that Rumple was not the best father, but he had hoped, and he had drug his thoughts through every possible action that could have happened, or that had happened, in order to justify it, at least a little bit. That was not going to happen anymore, though, and he knew better than to let his Father play that route. No...He was not the forgive type either, he could never forgive something like that. He fully intended to make Rumple's life hell, and even if he failed in some regard, which he would not, but even if he could not take Henry's heart, he knew that the betrayal that all of his father's pathetic friends, and then going on and the betrayal that those friends would have of Rumple when they realize the truth...that would be more than enough. He was willing to go for that, he was willing to take that one. Granted, it would be a rather tricky navigation, but he already had a plan in place, a wonderful little game...
"Pan?" He turned, tilting his head slightly towards Felix. Felix was his first lost boy, the only one that managed to stick it for as long as he had. Felix was his closest friend and confident. He knew Pan the most, and would be the perfect person for this endeavor. Furthermore, it was also a way to reset everyone. He had noticed some people were giving Felix a bit more trouble than he preferred. Beyond simply throwing them to the wolves as punishment-metaphorically of course-and forcing them to survive Neverland an entire two days without being allowed back at the Singing Tree, he knew that this would merely show that Felix held a higher regard than the other Lost Boys, and serve as a warning against trying to upend the other anymore.
Pan required Obedience, and whilst he required it unendingly from the Lost Boys, Felix was his Left Hand, he was the one who was in charge when Pan had other, more important things to do, which meant that if the boys were going to try and mess with Felix, it would cause issues later. These boys were on a three strike program. Some, wisely, had stopped questioning things once he had banished several Lost Boys considering they had messed with Felix, and that had been their third strike. Upon realizing that the three strike rule was legitimate, most began to play nice once more, but Pan was always watching, something they had learned rather swiftly after that.
The feelings that he had regarding Felix were complicated, but beyond anything else, Pan trusted Felix, more so than he was able to trust anyone, and that was certainly something that others did not understand, or get. To Pan, Felix was the person that he could unequivically put his belief in, and not have to worry about how he would respond. Felix was the brother that Baelfire could never be, and that knowledge typically was enough for most of the Lost Boys that he had ever had. For some, they did not quite understand, but they learned quite quickly not to play with Felix the wrong way. Pan was not kind after all. Not really.
"The boy should be coming to Neverland soon enough," He responded instead of his thoughts. Felix nodded, his pale blue eyes staring at him curiously.
"This is rather interesting a game,"
"Well, the stakes have never been higher." Pan said, his green eyes glittering. Tale of his penchant for mischief, for games. To some, his games were rather...mean, but Felix had always particularly enjoyed his games, and well, he had the most fun with these sorts of beguiling games. It was always fun to see when they realized that they had been awfully duped, after all. This would be made all the more sweet by the participants of this times' game. He felt a thrill race up his spine. Felix smirked at the sight, enchanted.
"No, I suppose they have not."