--Daycare--

Peter

"Not at a time like this!" I said. "People could be dying in there!"

T.Mor:

"Who do you think you are? The dictator? No such thing as privacy unless you are." I called at him.

Marley
"Just so we can see the directions to the daycare, and you can get medical help" I explained, urgency in my voice.

Castle: I grinned. "Or, ya know, they could already all be dead," I said loudly, pulling the gauze tight with my teeth and walking towards the door.

Peter

"Screw this," I snapped, "I'm reading your mind anyway."

Marley
"Screw it" I muttered, my eyes tinting a slight violet as I pulled the info from his mind. He was WAY too slow "C'mon guys, let's go, I know where it is!" I called, running off the direction of the daycare

T.Mor:

"Don't say that about them." I said to Castle irritatedly, before running off after everyone else.

(Im finally here...let me just uh, jump in)

Alyson
Our younger selves? I knew Ale was crazy... i rtan after all those other characters and looked over at Jamie.
"Just follow them!" She said quickly. I ran after everyone.

Finn
Bad bad bad bad danger danger danger damnit! So much urgency! I wondered if Tickety was there in her younger form...oh bother. Tickety! And maybe Ruby! And Crooks..Maybe they were all there! Not to mention myself, but I hadn't seen my old gang in so long it was like...well, they were dead.

Castle: I glared at them leave, then pulled a bottle of iodine out, pouring a little on the wound as he walked back to the break room. One of them had mentioned juice in the snack machine...and maybe they'd left they're wallets there.

Marley
After a fair amount of running, turning down halls, ectectect... I finally reached the door marked 'Daycare'. Yess! I grinned in triumph, though the thought of seeing Mr Face again was... unpleasent. After a moment of pause, I swung the door open

Peter

I wondered if a younger me was in there...or if there were younger versions of the rest of the team. Had Senet and I become bonders yet? As much as that was an awful point in our childhoods, I hoped that they...we...had. It would at least give them/us an edge...

I tensed as Marley swung the door open, preparing myself for anything...

T.Mor:

Oh...right. He's also my employer. God. I hated the whole 'playing both sides' thing I was always forced to do. I hoped younger Me was alright... I pulled my gun, and walked into the room.

Alyson
I saw them open the door. I followed them inside and wondered what was happening in there.
"Come on!" I said to Jamie and Lyla. We waited to see what was inside.

Cricket
"We're 'ere t' pick up th' kids!" I announced, breaking through the small crowd into the room.

Castle: Delighted, I found a brown wallet and pulled a five out of it. After a second thought, I also pulled out a twenty and stuffed it in my pocket. Walking up to the snack machine, I punched in the numbers and smiled when my juicy juice fell.

Marley
There was a small girl, strapped to a table. Dirty blonde hair, check. Faded purple dress, check. No shoes, check. Very... nice. I wondered what stupid thing I did now, or if it was just by chance "Yea, what Crick said" I said, walking through the crowd as well

Alyson
I walked in and saw tons of scared kids, a girl strapped to a table, and a man with no face...definitely not what i was expecting...

Jamie
What the hell was going on in here? I pushed past Alyson and scanned the room. I saw..myself.

Teeny!Crick
What...Crick said? I looked up to see a guy, much taller than me, but still shorter than a majority of the people there. He had black hair that hung in his face. That...that looked kinda like my hair, but longer. I just gaped.

T.Mor(The younger one):

The door opened, I could see it, and a bunch of people spilled into the room. One of them looked...Kinda like my dad...Oh crap. Don't think about it. He was dead. I knew that. I was being silly. I shook myself.

"Ah. The calvary have arrived..." Mr.Face said. "Why do you want them back? So...Soon? I haven't even started yet!" He sounded quite upset at this. I kept staring at the guy who looked like my dad.

He talked. "I...uhh...That's kinda...THAT'S...THAT'S THE POINT." He said, sounding a lot like how I talked. Who...Who was he?

"I'm afraid I won't beable to allow that...Mr.Namechov." Holy crap. What was going on here?

"How...How do you always know my voice?" He asked, kinda...irritatedly.

"You have a unique...inability to form coherent sentences." Mr.Face criticised.

"Oh. Well. er. Surrender the kids or...UHM...BAD THINGS...Yeah!" He said, in attempt to sound threatning. I kinda had to laugh though.

Teeny!Peter

"Put it this way," said another voice. A guy stepped forward that looked...a lot like me. It was really, really weird. I didn't have any older brothers; I had two older sisters! "Get your pasty ass away from the kid, or I'll set it, and the rest of you, on fire."

F...FIRE? N-no, not...not more! But...

Tiny Jamie
Huge people came into the room. I saw a girl who looked just like me...and a big Alyson, and Lyla, and Jake, and a Ryan too!

Tiny Alyson
I looked up at the girl who was just like me! But she was alot older, but i knew it was me. I saw everyone older looking, but where was Johnny?

Marley
Wow... I'm still shorter than some of the KIDS here. Fml. I spotted mini Crick, Finn, Mr Face (who was a whole friggen half foot taller than me, I may add), T.Mor, and many others... wow... it was weird... "Or I'll cause pain to your brain! Hey... that rhymes..."

Teeny!Finn
Crick was staring. I gaped at the crowd that had come in. "What's wrong?" I whispered to Cricket.

"That...that looks just like my papa," he said quietly. I followed his gaze. Oh...bother.

The person who looked like Cricket stepped forward more. "A'right, not that I don't like a good game of bantering as much as th' next guy but...let's cut t' th' chase. Give us th' kids."

Finn
But where was me? Tickety and I exchanged glances, and I began to scan the crowd. Ah...there was a blonde near Crick...Big Crick...he was skinny. Freckles. Hair that might have been a lighter color of blonde if it hadn't been stained with dirty seawater. That...that was me. I knew it. I felt...dissapointed, almost. I thought...well...maybe I would grow up to be more...more. But now...where was older Tickety?