Pete's shack has seen better days. It isn't that it is poorly designed, or collapsing on itself. It just looks tired, like an elder who has seen too much and just wants to shut their eyes and sleep forever.

It's an old, two story domicile. But its wooden walls are patchy with white, and something like mold clings to the shutters. The windows are dusty, but not filthy, and the front door's forest green paint chips away with a Heartless insignia painted on it. Sandwiched, as it is, between two larger buildings, the place seems abandoned, but a faint light from inside indicates someone is home.

The front door opens. After a short walk down a flight of stairs until they reached a lock that required a palm print, "New security system", Pete said, impressed The machine scanned his print and the door opened, revealing a darkened room with a small table in the middle. The lights flicked on, "Welcome to the Heartless base", Pete stated.

"Not bad", Mal admired the base, "I see you've upgraded this shack quite a bit".

To the side is a small room with a torn-up couch, and broken chair in the corner. A rug is draped across the floor, but its edges are so frayed Mal can't tell if the thing was meant to be bigger.

"Looks like a dump," Mal mumbles.

"Yea im still doing upgrades," Pete replies.

" Oh no " Mal quickly replies " Thats not what i...im sorry" Mal says looking down.

" Your a lot different to your mother kid " Pete says " Why are you out here anyway?" He asks.

"A girl named Audrey has my mother's staff and banished me here " Mal replied.

Mal follows Pete into another room. Theres an elaborate sketch of a man and what appears to be landscape behind him. Only, the landscape is more of a hellscape. A broken city in the distance.

Mal takes a step back. "Relax. It's just a painting."

"Its called Vigo the carpathian ,'" Pete says, as casually as if discussing the weather.

"Why?" Mal asks, brows furrowing.

Pete grins, reaches out and ruffles her hair. "Because," he says,

"He was a villain of the Ghostbusters i dont why hes named that"

Mal sighs

" Ok" Pete says

" Ok what?" Mal asks

" Im going to help you " Pete says

Mal's eyes brighten. "Really?"

"Really," Pete replies.

Mal, still grinning, turns to Pete, "Let's fuck wit those fools."

Pete doesn't disagree.