Who: Wendy and the Lost Boys (Katou and Jack) When: This morning Where: Wendy’s House What: Katou wakes up with fancy shapeshifting powers, Jack and Wendy wake up to a surprise. Rating/Warnings: Low/None Status: Complete
Katou knew that there were a lot of people out there who hated their dreams, but his own dreams had continued to be awesome. Maybe someone else wouldn’t have thought so, but they beat the hell out of his old life - the one in his dreams before he had died, as well as the one in America before he had started dreaming. His biggest problem with them, really, was that most of the time when he had them he ended up waking up a lot earlier than he normally would. Well, that and the constant getting killed, but he hadn’t died in a while and he was hoping that maybe that wouldn’t happen again.
He woke up that morning far too early, and couldn’t help but give an exasperated sigh. He gave the sleeping Nana a couple of scratches behind the ear as he got out of bed. Maybe once he had gone to the bathroom, he would be able to go back to bed and sleep in a little bit longer. Still half asleep, he dragged himself to the bathroom, did his business, and then… caught sight of himself in the mirror. He almost screamed before he realized that the figure looking back at him (if looking was the word to use for something that didn’t necessarily have eyes) - face as smooth and as featureless as a mannequin - was, in fact, him. That was… exceptionally creepy. He looked like fucking Slenderman.
He had suspected that the day had been coming, so he had started to grow into the habit of always keeping an image of what he was supposed to look like in the back of his mind. Apparently it was something that he didn’t do when he was still half-asleep, and he quickly brought the image to his mind, his face moulding itself to what he was supposed to look like. He was going to have to start being more vigilant about that if he didn’t want Wendy and Jack to have heart attacks in the morning.
Though, and he grinned at himself in the mirror, maybe there was something to starting their day with a bit of a surprise. He was pretty sure he had at least mentioned in passing that he could shapeshift in his dreams to them, but maybe they wouldn’t clue into it right away. He watched himself shift into a couple of different faces, before deciding on going with Johnny Depp (because if he was going to adopt any face, it might as well be an extraordinarily attractive face), and then went to wait for them to wake up in the living room.
Jack woke up fucking cold. Story of his life for the past couple days, even spanning to the past week or two. He’d sleep in sweatpants and something long-sleeved lined with fleece, blankets galore, prepared for that icicle sensation he awoke with every damn day.
But hey, it killed morning wood. It really fucking did.
He didn’t notice anyone in the living room when he awoke to proceed his morning routine - face washing, teeth brushing. He stepped out while he’d been going through the motions of scrubbing those chompers of him, lids droopy over blue eyes with a mouthful of toothpaste.
And then this thing happened where he walked into the living room and Johnny Depp was just chilling, so he stopped.
And looked around.
And looked back at Katou Johnny Depp, more awake than ever.
“Uh.”
Morning wood, honestly. The trials and tribulations of Wendy’s very male housemates! She was up when her alarm went off - ten minutes before, actually, and going through the proper womanly routine in the ladies room. Her own, because Jack and Katou shared, though lately Katou had been an early riser. Even up before Nana, who was always alert and ready to help get breakfast and sleepy boys ready for the day. Her collar jangled as she lumbered over to see what was going on - and was obviously as confused as Jack, sitting on her haunches, ears perked, and a quiet woof rumbled from her massive, fur-covered self.
A few seconds later, fresh as a daisy, there appeared Wendy - already having styled her hair, brushed her teeth, put her makeup on, and slipped into the wine-coloured dress with v-notched neckline and a pleated, flared skirt. Her feet were bare on the wooden floor, though she carried her shoes under her arm, messing about with an earring as she zipped off toward the kitchen like she usually did, talking all the while.
“Jack, can you grab a few more cans of dog food later? Nana’s nearly out, and she won’t eat dry food, the silly thing, or Katou can probably go since he’s done with school but one of you also needs to remember to turn the crock pot off because I’m going to leave beef stew in - “
She stopped, dropping her shoes with a clunk, one earring dangling, the other still in her hand.
That was...not normal, was it? “What?” she blinked, looking confused at the sight of the celebrity pirate just sitting in the living room.
Katou fought back a very Katou-like grin. "Yo," he said. "I'm Johnny Depp. You might remember me from such films as Edward Scissorhands and Pirates of the Caribbean. I was just passing by and saw this here nice house, and figured I'd stop in and take a look. Since I'm famous and shit." Well, Katou had no idea how Depp usually talked, but it was probably something like that.
Sorry, Wendy, Jack’s coherence was currently checked the fuck out while he stood, awe-struck at who exactly was lounging on this very couch. In this very living room. On this very morning. He pinched himself to make sure he wasn’t awake and that his dreams didn’t suddenly involve Johnny Depp like, pirating the Titanic in 1912 but who the fuck knew, anything was possible.
Then he spoke, and something seemed...alright, something seemed really fucking familiar. Jack squinted. “I’m gonna go spit,” he began, pointing towards the direction of the bathroom. “And then when I come back if he’s still here, I’ll have no idea what the fuck to even do.”
Now, Wendy wasn’t that current on her celebrity news, nor did she obsessively follow the lives of any, but she knew what Johnny Depp looked like. What he sounded like? That didn’t really match the mental image - the words, that is. They seemed...off. Perhaps she should have known right away but it was still early, and her mind was already on work and all the piles of it she had waiting for her at the office.
“Wait, where’s Katou?” she asked, glancing after Jack. “You go spit. I’ll...”
Woof, said Nana, who was back to sniffing ‘Johnny Depp.’ Oh wait, a second, how could they have not guessed?? Granted, the sheer shock of seeing such a stunning impersonation in the morning, right there in the house, probably set things off kilter a bit.
“Goodness, Katou,” Wendy laughed, throwing a couch pillow at him. Or Johnny. Whichever. “You’re awful!”
Katou burst out laughing, a rather happy and more genuine laugh than the one he usually used, and shielded his face with his arms, the pillow falling to the floor. “Aw man, you caught on way too fast,” he said. He grabbed his face and pulled it off as though it was a facial mask, revealing his own face underneath. The ‘skin’ he pulled off absorbed back into his arm. It really wasn’t necessary for changing his face, but it was a pretty neat effect in his mind. “Pretty fucking cool, yeah?”
Jack went to do the morning routine of spit and rinse quick, though he heard much of their discussion from the bathroom. Mouth wiped dry, he popped back in and didn’t know whether to be amused or annoyed. Probably both. “You’re a fucking troll,” he smirked, shaking his head. “Though I’ll take this over you bleeding on everything any day of the week.”
Damn, Katou got all the cool shit. And then died like eight times, so there was an unfortunate balance to be kept. Death, wings. Death, shapeshifting. Jack wanted awesome superpowers too.
“Hey, shift into Wendy and let’s see how well you do being British.”
“What!!” Wendy curled her little fists into balls of snow white, like she was all set to wallop Jack across the face for that suggestion. Not really, however, she was actually smiling so she couldn’t be too irritated. “That is so creepy, I mean, what you just did what your face, Katou - “ Creepy, but fascinating. Jemma would have been intrigued, the scientific side of her interests piqued. But Wendy and Jack’s young roommate really did get the good abilities, didn’t he? There were no superpowers for Miss Darling either, not unless you counted the ability to sound both scolding and caring all in the same breath, like any mother would.
Well, and she had flown too. But she needed fairy dust and happy thoughts for that; she only had the secondt. “Does it hurt? When you change?”
Katou snorted. “Yeah, I’m hoping that whole bleeding everywhere thing is done with.” It had been a while since he had last died in his dreams, and even longer since that had carried through, so a guy could hope. He liked his dreams and everything, he just didn’t care much for that particular aspect of them.
“Super creepy, right?” Katou asked. “It don’t hurt at all though. When I do it that way, it just kinda feels like I’m peeling some sorta mask off my face? When I do it like this,” and there was Wendy looking back at them. He might have been able to copy her vocal cords, but he couldn’t copy her accent, and so in what was possibly the worst British accent of all time, he finished with “it’s just like… I dunno. Stuff shifting around.”
Ahhhh, damn! A second Wendy in the room, Jack was impressed on how well he’d done it - up until the ‘worst British accent of all time’ caressed his ears. That’s when he winced, wow. “Good try,” he complimented, rubbing the back of his neck with a chuckle. He just needed to expect Katou startling the piss out of him in the early hours of the morn. He’d been shocked shitless at the appearance of wings (without a warning, only because Katou was, again, a troll and was fishing for a reaction), and now the youngest of them all wearing Johnny Fucking Depp’s face like it was nothing. Or was, but anyway -
“The peeling off though, that’s creepy, you’re lucky I haven’t eaten a damn thing yet to barf all over you.”
Wendy was definitely on the side of weirded out. Especially because that was her face Katou would be peeling off, however, the attempt at the British accent was enough to get her to give one of those stardust giggles. “That was terrible,” she grinned. “I mean, it looks like it would hurt but if you say it doesn’t I’ll believe you. However, I much prefer your own face since...well, it’s yours.”
Anything Slenderman, or Edvard Munch ‘The Scream’ oriented would likely give her nightmares. “Alright, Jack hasn’t eaten anything and neither have you - so come have breakfast, the both of you, before you go off on your merry ways,” she insisted, stooping to pick up the shoes she had dropped, and hop into them. Before fixing her earring, since she couldn’t go to work looking all disheveled.
"I was never that good at accents," Katou admitted, sounding almost sheepish (though a little pleased that he had made Wendy laugh) as he peeled off Wendy's face and replaced it with his own. "I prefer my own handsome face too." He'd be doing his best not to let Wendy or Jack, or anyone really, see Slenderman!Katou because truth be told, it kind of freaked him out too. Keeping his own face while sleeping was a skill that he really hoped he'd be able to carry over from the dreams. "Breakfast sounds good. I'm fucking famished."
“Just avoiding doing that shifty thing at the table,” Jack gestured with his hands, though he meant in good naturedly anyway. He didn’t really mind it, it’d just take a bit to get used to - just like him randomly spreading his wings indoors. That was still very much a what the fuck kind of thing. “Though honestly, we’re going to have to come up with a couple plans to fuck with people.”
A couple good humored pranks! They’d be careful, right?
"Of course you would want to do that," Wendy chuckled, click-clacking into the kitchen to begin the process of tossing berries (she'd stocked up at the farmer's market!) and honey and yogurt and all sorts of delicious things into the food processor. Breakfast smoothies were good to have, and she'd take one with her in her travel cup when she left for the office. There would be enough for both boys to get their nutrients too, because that was important.
She also went through eggs quickly, because protein. But always stocked up on those too, at the farmer's market. Organic and cage-free! "Though I suppose if one of us gets all the nifty party tricks, they may as well be put to good use."
“No wings or face changes at the dinner table?” Katou whined, grinning. “You just want to rob me of all my fun.” He shot a grin to the other boy. “But shit yeah,” Katou said. “Fucking with people is pretty high on my priority list. If you guys ever have someone you wanna mess with, I’m your man.” He had already been considering all the petty crime like vandalism he could commit while no one knew who he was. It was kind of weird to think about how if he had gotten these powers a few months ago, it would have been less petty crime and more shit like armed robbery that he’d commit. He … really didn’t miss those days at all. When he really thought about it, it was a little unnerving just how much he owed to Jack and Wendy.