"You kids should seriously stop acting out those damn fairy tales. Sooner or later, you'll need to grow up!" Those were some of the words your parents told you before they left to attend a party that night.

You, being the eldest sister of your two ten-year old brothers, Ham and Mikuo, begrudgingly tucked them into bed after a long session of roleplaying out the fairy tale about Peter Pan. The two were especially beaten up over it. They were still kids. They didn't want to grow up.

And you knew it better than anyone.

You all managed to fall asleep in your shared bedroom, and suddenly, a gust of wind blew against the curtains. The window opened gently, and suddenly, a shadowy, black figure flew in, now mostly hanging around the edges of the room.

A blond boy, dressed in all green followed suit, his expression slightly exasperated "Get back here you little-" He flew after the shadow, and it took him a tonshit of effort to finally catch it after flying 10 laps around the room.

"Nice try little sucker" he then grabbed the shadow by its foot, and started nailing it down to his own. However, he didn't realize he was a biiit too loud, and your brothers woke up from their sleep, gasping at the sight of him

Mikuo: gasps "IS THAT PETER PAN?!"

Ham: "OH MY GOD I KNEW HE WAS REAL!!"

The blond boy looked down at them, surprised at first, but then smirked "Of course i'm real! What, you seriously mistook me for some lame fairy tale?"