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P-Pan 374277: The first human citizen of Roboken.

Mild gore

(Also it takes a while to get to the Sonic part (sorry StH fans)

Peter was born to Aria and Officer Gerald Millwick in 2005 and spent his first seventeen years in Moorsville, Alabama (not to be confused with Mooresville, literally everywhere USA) which was horribly named as it’s a hamlet of approximately 87 people in the middle of the woods.

At the age of three, or maybe he was four, Peter found a girl in an alley behind his house. He managed to drag the poor creature to the front, though she appeared to be twice his age. His house wasn’t big enough for another full time child and in such a small community it was clear she didn’t belong to anyone, though in such a small community it was also known the Bakers had been trying for a long while. After a good, long bath and borrowing someone else’s clothes they asked her a few questions. She didn’t say a word but had reached for the papers and pencil. When they asked her name she only slapped the paper she had written and drawn on, they called her Page Baker from then on.

The two were good friends, often staying over the other’s when they could afford it, no one bothered to lock their doors and it was only the neighbours’. One night they watched Peter Pan (1953) which set in stone “Peter Pan” and “Tigerlily” as nicknames. They frequently played among the boughs of a willow that sat on the bank of a river that ran around the tiny neighbourhood.

During a day they had encountered two figures, man and woman too tall for him to notice and by the time he could crane his head, his eyes were being covered and lead back home, where he told them what they saw as his friend hurried to depict the event on paper. The pair were commended for their creativity and exhilarating storytelling.

It was a week after this that Peter Pan’s life went downhill. After finding nothing of Page but her “Red Indian style” necklace he ran home to find his parents mauled open and strewn about the living room floor, he ran to the Bakers finding the couple with the same fate. But Page wasn’t there. This pattern continued for five houses. Whoever did this didn’t want witnesses.

When his father’s colleagues arrived, they took him to the station for questioning. They didn’t think he did it - why would they? But that’s what the voices told him. He was told to run and so he did. He ran all the way home, ducked under the crime tape and dug around the drawers of the office, the kitchen, and his bedroom. By the time they caught up he was gone. Out of the seventeen coffins they buried, only two were empty.

Since then, every now and again someone else will be broken into and killed in their own house. But some survivors note how they saw the young boy carrying a wooden stick when going to get a midnight snack.

As time went on, he found that the masked and hooded figures he shot once would come back within a month at most, but if he missed the heart and shot them in the head, they were never seen again. He also found out that when the town lit fireworks, the tall man didn’t appear that night. From then on, he did all he could to create a ring of fire each night.

Folktales grew that leaving clothes, food, medicine and trinkets under Tigerlily’s Willow would lead to stronger protection. One night around 2014 Belle, a more well off girl in the community, was attacked and subsequently saved by Pan, but he didn’t account for her taking fencing classes and carrying a rapier. She fended herself so well that instead of running back into the night, he spoke to her and asked if she could do that more often, creating a TinkerBelle figure. She measured him, asked questions about his interests and the very next day, there she was with a custom outfit: 8 Pages hoodie, two new satchel bags which could be strapped to his legs, a pair of boxers with extra whale tail straps, and a fresh pair of black jeans.

Jhon was drunk driving home from a frat party in spring of 2020 when he hit something. He stopped the car and found the young man mostly unharmed; as an apology he offered his roof to which the agreement was set. One night. That was the night he was next attacked however and though Jhon had no fighting skill outside of the occasional scuffle for the sorority girls’ attention, he showed interest after watching Belle bust the door in and Pan lay waste to the intruders. Peter was gone in the morning and the Officer brushed aside the situation as clearly self-defence. TinkerBelle had a custom red trench coat made for Jhon Hook by the next week.

It was just them three for the following three years. At least it was until the fireworks stopped working. He had just fired off the last one and went to rest under the canopy of a tree that faced the clocktower Moorsville used as a church and he observed a picture of himself and Page sat together in a gazebo. At Eleven O’ Six the man was now before him, leaving no time to react as the seventeen year old was lifted up high, somehow made dizzy and then thrown into the ground below.

He woke up in an empty hospital room: no monitors, no staff, no friends. Just a lightly furnished room with an open window leading to clear blue skies. He thought that he was brought to a hospital out of town, but when he lifted his left hand to shield his eyes he noticed a key difference with it: it was now metal from the elbow down. Lifting up the blanket made him realise that not only was he stripped down to his boxers, but he was also missing the front parts of his legs.

Something was up. Peter Pan hid in the corner of the room ready to at least try and attack anyone who came too close. Thankfully he didn’t have to as doctors came in, except these doctors were robots, they posed no threats and well if technology was working around here then clearly that tall man wasn’t going to bother him soon. He didn’t understand much of what they said: telling him he needed to recharge, not the arm, he himself needed to recharge. It took some back and forth confusion but they managed to explain that they just wanted him to get back in the bed. He would usually be suspicious of this but given what happened he knew he’d need more time before going back to defend his hamlet.

Food was surprisingly scarce: mostly gluten globs, occasionally meat - and to his shock, he’d quite often find nuts and bolts among them. The staff were extremely apologetic but when he asked if he could see a human doctor, they only said it was impossible as there were no human members of staff in apparently the only hospital in the whole city.

The day after he woke up, he was brought to a room where all of the items the robots found were laid on a table with his tin opener, father’s gun, mother’s knife and his own stick behind glass. On the way he was concerned by the lack of humans at all and further concerned by the fact that the picture was nowhere on the table and thus one of the last remnants of his sister were lost. Seeing him as just scared and confused rather than a threat, he was returned the majority of his items and sent back to bed.

Over the next few days, he was being tested on his abilities and the nerve-to-wire connections that allowed him to control the prosthetics and by some miracle outpacing a supposed former patient called “Cyborg Sonic” in the reflexes test. One of these tests changed his life forever: it was a test to see how fast he could run. He would run thrice around the city in an anticlockwise direction and then the average time would be calculated. Whilst the doctors were setting up, he noticed that he could not find another human being in the vicinity leading to unsettling thoughts. On his third run, Pan had run into someone and fallen over. The robot sounded disgruntled and rudely asked if he could see “in that thing” as their friend asked if he was okay. He didn’t want them to think he’s different and only let them see his arm. When asked if he was hurt, he pointed to one of the “NO”s that covered his right sleeve and when asked where he came from, he gestured for them to follow him back to the starting line (whilst the frog robot failed to make sufficient small talk) where he did his third run again.

The doctor gave him a sandwich and a cup of water and suggested taking off the hoodie to cool off, Peter Pan begins calm and simply gestures that he doesn’t want to do so around what turns out to be local heroes Mighton and Bolts but in the face of insistence snaps saying that he’s had to deal with what might as well be God and can handle some hot weather.

Bolts does end up getting through to him: he’s one of the only people who have been nice off the bat and even through his attitude is still offering a hand. Pan picks up his food and leads Bolts to a place not too far from the doomsday bunker. In the absence of pen and paper he is lead to the library and back, confirmed to be the same location by the nut he left on the ground. He drew a picture of the attack, removing the hoodie halfway through, and turned to show it to the unexpected companion. He was prompted to explain that the tall man was essentially God, thats the clocktower that’s a missing poster of his friend who’s probably dead, that’s a missing poster for himself, that’s the picture he thought he lost, that’s his parents house, “if I had parents why would I still have missing posters hung up?” the typical things you’d need to point out in a picture. He asked that if Bolts is to show anyone the picture he doesn’t explain anything.

Pan asked if there were any others like him and he was told that there are other cyborgs but none of them are human. Half-jokingly asked if any of them were a blue hedgehog who runs fast and yes. They were made with the DNA of Sonic The Hedgehog and others using the DNA of his friends. This was when Pan decided it was time to go home as dealing with what might be God is one thing, ending up in a video game is another.

Before going separate ways, the teen orphan was asked his own name; he whistled an extract of Ruth B’s “Lost Boy” and left them to figure it out.

Even after the last exam, he was told to stay in hospital because some final datapoints had to be analysed. In truth, they had assembled a group of doctors, civilians and the two heroes to discuss the matter of his condition: there was no way they’re getting him home, even if they had the technology to he would need regular checkups and it would be almost impossible to ensure his safety. The question then pivoted to housing arrangements within the city. It took some picking up and putting down but really only two robots were capable of looking after any human child, much less one as defensive as this.

There was a knock on the door and Peter Pan quickly stuffed his notebook into his bag. The two heroes and Doctor First Aid Smith entered with news: they found a household they believed could adopt him. He looked surprised, looked down, looked up and appeared relieved. This was also a relief to Mighton and the Doctor as they believed he would be upset about not going back home. He was walked to a house in the Uptown square where Gyna and Andrew lived. They had dinner already in the oven for the trio’s arrival and removed every piece of metal that wasn’t baked into something. It was decided that “Kid” would stay for two weeks to settle in and figure out whether he wants to live with the couple, then he was taken to an empty room upstairs with an in-the-wall bed with a drawer semi-hidden under the draping covers, they had been told prior that Pan doodles and decided to leave the room blank for him to decorate himself.

The two were former Nanny robots designed to care for young children which unfortunately means they have to be told about the nuances of caring for an older teenager but also that they’re willing to listen to what their soon-to-be son has to say. Their parenting style had only one true drawback: they were too good to be true. He was found pacing the square late one night and before either Mighton or Bolts could actually get to him he had to be sat down. His concerns were that since they’re so perfect, they’d surely be killed. Whilst neither did the impossible and said the right thing, Mighton certainly did worse: he didn’t believe that Pan’s parents were killed by that tall man and voiced the same old line that almost every victim used “Just a story.” Bolts told him that he doesn’t have to worry about that anymore: if anyone wanted to hurt any of the citizens, not only do they have perfect replicas of Team Sonic, but they themselves are sworn protectors and won’t allow them to even get close. The comfort was met with disappointed head shaking, but it did the job.

He had settled in and in lack of a serial number was given the ID/Quick Contact (Q-Con) code P-Pan 374277 to match his parents (G-noid and A-noid 372477). One night, during a dinner which his new robot uncles attended, there was a knock at the door. Bolts got up and a few moments later Mighton followed suit. Peter Pan may not have met Dr. Ivo “Eggman” Robotnik but he sure as sky blue knew what he sounded like; he approached the door out of curiosity but was once again told that he doesn’t have to worry about this. A girl who looked roughly his own age peered in, their eyes locked and she quickly turned a piece of paper around to show him before the so-called heroes stepped between them. It was her. For the first time since landing in Roboken, Pan directly opposed someone and tried to force himself into the fray. Despite being pushed back inside, he managed to catch Bolts’ eyes and that was enough to make him take another look at the scene: there was a 1 in 73647.6845 chance that this was the very same girl who had supposedly died 12 years ago. Team Cybonic were there shortly after and refused to fight due to some kind of truce their organic counterparts had made with the robotics doctor, forcing the entire situation to dissolve. Pan took the girl by the hand and pulled a page of his own out of his pocket, depicting the same scene that occurred just days before they were separated. The two looked at each other and initiated an old handshake “Faith, Trust, and Pixie Dust.”

She explained many things: She goes by Alen Gadd to most folks but she is still Page Baker, she can speak she just didn’t know how at the time, Eggman is her cousin, no they don’t know how they’re supposed to be related he was just called into hospital one day, she has lived an entire life before meeting him but something happened and her life got reset and relocated, no they don’t know what, there’s a truce between Team Sonic and Eggman that if he’s there to help her, they don’t intervene, and she’s sorry. She’s sorry because she had run away from the Slenderman - the tall man - and had unintentionally lead him to Moorsville. She’s sorry because she killed them all. When he tried to correct her that only 15 people died with the two of them having empty coffins, she handed him the photo he had lost when trying to fight off the surprise attack from two months ago.

Pan brought her to his room, it was still mostly empty but there was a Wii, DVD, and TV set brought down from the attic. Eggman checked in with his youngest cousin, handing her a case with a medical cross on it, and leaving for their own lodgings to inform his family and her friends of the situation. Even after the others in her party left, she stuck around to catch up with Pete. Just like old times.

Though, of course, despite any doubt in the monster’s existence or comfort in that he would no longer have to face it. It appeared. With a storm brewing outside the glass that protected the robot population, a man called Jackson had been similarly brought to Roboken: by force with his arm broken and home burned, it merely took a moment to realise what was going on and with no one else to call, they had to defend the city themselves.

They had no plan, they didn’t need one. Pan assisted Jackson to the edge of the square where he could aim his shotgun and rush back to take that thing head on whilst Page distracted it with serrated whips. With cloud blocking view from all sides, they relied on the lightning strike to see what they were doing, their hearing impeded by the drumming of the rain. The weather was perfect for a hidden strike. First it stole his stick, then it grabbed him by the ankle and threw the child out the open gateway to plummet feet upon feet to his death.

He didn’t remember much of the fall, just the lashing wind and a slowing descent as his sister caught him. He didn’t register the fact she’d jumped after him until she walked him through a portal made of her own bracelet and set him down. Jackson was wrapped in one of Bolts’ arms, Mighton just looked shocked with Cyborg Tails nearby holding the now broken shortstaff as the rest of the team searched for any civilians in the area. Visibly weak and distressed, the trio of survivors were lead further into the city though shortly after and in quick succession they collapsed.

They were transported to an empty, Noir version of the city. It was eerie and strange but it didn’t last long. They woke up in a huddle in the corner of a room not even Pan recognised. He pulled out his knife and prepared to take on whoever was on the other side of the curtain but was startled back when Mighton reached around to open it. To the doubts of Sticks, he was just checking to see if they were still out and they had just been put in the medical section of a hidden bunker but they didn’t all fit on the bed and no one wanted to leave the others. The three were exposed to the rest of the room where the weapons they dropped were returned, Bolts had even repaired the shortstaff realising how much Pan had valued it. After some diagnosis, Page went back to Eggman’s lair dragging Jackson with her though Pan stayed behind because his uncles have all but put him on a leash to minimise his interactions with the apparently evil doctor. The new metal band around the shortstaff gave him an idea and between decorating his room to fit a desk, chair, homemade Operator symbol rug, and multiple flowers - saved up for a cosmetic surgery.

It appeared that none of the local heroes had fought these before: three bipedal creatures out of nowhere, hooded and masked and one looked rabid, it had narrowly missed them with a ranged melee attack. They weren’t struggling but they weren’t winning. Then a familiar voice perked up.

“Hey, Time-bomb! You dropped something.”

Pan had taken the hatchet out of the wall and simply stood still as the three came charging. He dodged one, two. Caught the third and danced around them. That’s not a metaphor, he quite literally danced to avoid their attacks. After all of that, he managed to drive them away though sighed about not being able to kill them. Though this started a “murder is bad” lecture, he told them that he’s a hero too, been fighting them for years and unless they’re killed they won’t stop coming. They opted to just drop him off at home.

You’d think that after seeing physical evidence, having his own friend be a witness and no other ideas on how Pan ended up in the city, Mighton would start to believe his nephew but not really. He doesn’t deny that something could have happened as clearly he got here somehow and the parents are dead but he finds it hard to believe that The Slenderman actually exists.

He’s made a name for himself since and though he’s not as famous as his cohorts, he doesn’t care.

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