Yeah, so I had an idea and I just had to get it out of my head before it would start nagging me senseless...so here is a sort of long update. I hope it was worth it. And I also hope to update that other story...which I plan to make just as confusing, if not more, as this story. Note: sarcasm = heavy
Have fun with Chapter 3!

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Chapter 3 "You all annoy me,"

"Are you, by any chance, going to tell me why I was summoned here? I was busy..."

The man in question stepped out of the shadows and cocked an eyebrow in amusement.

"Busy...?"

"I believe I was the one asking a question, so I believe YOU should answer me first..."

"Yes, yes. That I will. But first, did you succeed...?" He started, waiting for some confirmation.

"Um, maybe," He answered, obviously unworried about the consequences upon failure.

As a result, the man slowly curled his fingers into a fist and with a flick of the wrist, the other felt excruciating pain as both his heart and essential vein in the neck area were tightened in a sadistically torturous manner.

"Don't bother being funny with me...I believe I should receive an answer right...about...now. That's usually the procedure when you're within an inch of death, am I right?"

"Yes..." He choked out, barely able to speak at all.

"Cute. But next time...address me the right way. Or else..." And he released his hold only to vanquish him seconds later.

"...I'll have to kill you. Pity."

Not missing a beat, he called for the book that had been in his family for generations. He wouldn't have been what he was without it.

"The spell...where is it?" He muttered, turning pages haphazardly with a wave of his hand.

"There!" He looked at the words and smiled. Not long ago he had thought up this spell. And now finally was the time to actually use it.

To change the present

To change the future

Embrace the innate evils

Of human sin

Embrace me

A possible outcome

To become permanent

If you listen to yourself

And in turn to me

"For we are one and the same...do you understand?" He softly added, smiling as his plan was coming about with great success.

"...do you understand?"

'Little' Chris shook his head to get the strangely familiar voice out of his head.

"How do we look?" asked the newly glamoured group, who were relishing in their older look.

Chris took one look at them and responded with heavy sarcasm: "Like you're about to steal a traffic cone...now stop fanning yourselves unnecessarily, and listen to me!"

"Hey! I thought I was the leader...that's not right..."

"Well, let's see...since I'm the one who actually bothered to glamour you all, I think I deserve the leader position, no matter how much I'll probably regret it later..."

"Not only appearance though, right?"

Chris rolled his eyes, "Obviously, people would get suspicious if they see a group of teenagers acting like they're 5 or whatever..."

Chris began to seriously panic as he tried for the umpteenth time to sense the other Chris, but he knew he had to figure out another avenue to go with in order to find him.

"The potion...where is it?" He wondered aloud. It still had to be here. There's no way it could have been removed and if it were smashed, there'd still be shattered pieces on the floor.

He called for the remnants of a potion bottle, but nothing immediately came to him.

When the realization dawned on him that there could have been an unknown intruder at one point inside the manor, he knew it was time to call for backup. And the first question he'd ask his mother is why did she allow potions to be left out in the open?

"Don't even try..." He said as he forced the potion bottle pieces to stay put.

"We can't have someone calling for you again, now can we?" He said and he quickly muttered a useful spell to restore the bottle to its previous state.

"Side effects, side effects..." He sing-songed as he peeled off the bottle's label and read the real label beneath it.

"Now it's the tortured one's turn..."

To Be Continued...

In the meantime, can you guess who the mystery person is? Or is it too obvious? Sigh...I tried...