Back at the manor, Chris had gotten tired of playing with his toys and had crept up on his bed. When he had fallen asleep, Wyatt pulled the blanket over his brother and continued playing quietly with his toys. While part of him wondered where his father had gone, he was also preoccupied with his toys.
Just as Wyatt decided to stop playing with his toys and head downstairs and start looking for his parents, dark orbs started to form in front of the door.
"Hey Wyatt!" the Evil Wyatt said excitedly. This time he was wearing mortal clothes, a brown tee shirt and black jeans.
"Hello! We gotta be quiet, Chris is sleeping," Young Wyatt whispered back.
"Oh, OK. How's it going little man?" Evil Wyatt whispered to him.
"Good, I'm just looking for mommy and daddy," Young Wyatt told him. "They've been gone for a long time." Young Wyatt tried to move past Evil Wyatt to head towards the basement.
"Oh, OK, I'll help you look," Evil Wyatt said. He could gain his younger version's trust by helping to look even though he was well aware that their parents were no where close to the house.
Evil Wyatt took the child's hand in his own and together the pair scoured the house. They first looked in the kitchen where Wyatt had last seen his mother and father and they worked their way up to Piper and Leo's room.
"Where are they?" Young Wyatt asked his older counterpart worriedly as they walked back to his bedroom.
"I don't know, but I'm sure they didn't mean to leave you," Evil Wyatt said comforting. They made it back to the room where Chris was still sleeping on his bed.
"Hey here's an idea," Evil Wyatt started to suggest. He was leaning against the door frame with his arms folded. "Why don't you and Chris come over now? You can get that Rocky Road ice cream and can pick out the toys that you want to take home."
"Not now, Chris is sleeping. We shouldn't wake him up," young Wyatt said. He looked over to where Chris was sleeping on his bed snuggled up with his new stuffed lion.
Evil Wyatt cursed under his breath. Look how corrupted this young child was. Damn that Christopher! Looks like I'll need to do a lot more work to mold this child then I thought.
"Awww, that's true. But don't you think Chris would want to come with us? There will be tons of toys for him to play with," Evil Wyatt tried to tempt his younger counterpart again.
"How come we can't just wait until morning? Chris is pretty grumpy when you wake him up when he wants to sleep," young Wyatt explained.
Evil Wyatt clenched his jaw and balled up his fists and squeezed them as hard as he could trying to alleviate some of the frustration that this kid was giving him. This is going to be a lot harder than I thought.
"OK, that sounds like a good idea. I just wanted you to come with me in case any demons come here to attack you guys," Evil Wyatt tried to reason with young Wyatt.
"Oh, OK," young Wyatt said and he went back to playing with his toys getting bored with this man.
"How about you conjure up some Rocky Road ice cream for yourself right now?" Evil Wyatt asked. If he's not coming with me, then at least I can start making him see how much fun it is to use magic for personal benefit here.
"How do you do that?" young Wyatt asked quietly still minding the fact that Chris was asleep.
"Oh, it's easy I'll teach you," Evil Wyatt said with a grin. He was finally getting through to him. "Just try to visualize that ice cream. That waffle ice cream cone with a little bit of ice cream dripping down the side. And those delicious chunks of chocolate and nuts and marshmallow in that chocolate ice cream!"
The young child closed his eyes and listened to what the man was telling him. His mouth started to water as he pictured the savory ice cream. He wanted that ice cream right now! Suddenly he felt as if he was holding something. He opened his eyes and saw right there in his hand was a cone of rocky road ice cream.
"COOL!" the little blonde boy yelled and started licking the ice cream.
"Oh if you think that's cool, think of all the other things you could conjure…" the evil mastermind said as he rubbed his hands together finally happy that he was getting somewhere.