having spent the better part of his afternoon playing games with the lost boys nibs had tired of their company. sure he loved the boys and peter as if they were his own family, but sometimes their presence was too much to handle so when he got the chance to get away, nibs snuck back to his tree.
as he made his way to one of the top thickest branches to rest on, a bright light kept shining into his eyes, blinding him. he paused for a moment, watching as the light flickered over his frame. it was some sort of reflection he guessed. and with that thought he leapt back down and made his way to it’s source.
“who’s there?”















