Does NOBODY find it weird that we never see ANY teenagers in PJ Masks?

Alright, so let me give everyone some background: When I was 12 or 13, somewhere around there, I wrote a fanfiction for the PJ Masks fandom that involved three teenage OCs, or more specifically, superhero OCs. I was extremely dedicated to this story, but eventually, I just gave up on it and deleted it.

And now, I've recently remembered it. I remembered how much I loved these characters I had, how they each were distinct and worked off each other. So… I'm rewriting it! I'm a much better writer now, luckily, so it'll probably be much better than it was before.

I know I still haven't finished Restore the Realms, but I figured maybe I could use two stories to entertain my fellow PJ Masks fans while they wait for the other. :-)

With that said, here is a project I started years ago and haven't even bothered to finish until now.

Prologue

It isn't everyday that the city protected by the secretive PJ Masks receives visitors of more mysteries than the local mountain.

Or shall we say . . . every night.

The legendary PJ Masks protect their city with everything they have, risking their own lives in animal-themed pajamas and flaring neon superpowers, and of course picking up some morals. But . . . they are merely children. Small ones at that. The villains they fight? They're children, too. Perhaps seven or eight years old. Most of the villains' plans are quite difficult to take seriously and were not very life-threatening. If the Masks were honest, they'd say some of the plans the villains make them chuckle.

There was constant trouble in this city. They couldn't go a week without a crime being committed or someone wreaking havoc at night and leaving a mess for the day.

Well, they, one night, had just finished fighting a rather easy battle with a famous villain, the one they called Night Ninja, who'd attempted to vandalize the city and claimed he would only cease his actions if the heroes surrendered to him. Of course, they didn't, being persistent and hopeful (Night Ninja called them stubborn and their friendship "icky"). It was a successful night, thankully.

When the mission was done, they joyfully cheered, and transformed back into their original, normal child forms.

As soon as the children were sound asleep in their beds . . .

Something whipped against the breeze to leap over a gap between two buildings.

It was more of a silhouette than anything . . . a silhouette with sharp points, bat-like wings, and sort of a rough-looking outline, against the pale, luminous orb of the night, it passed over, casting an eldritch shadow on the concrete below it like it was a spotlight powered by the stars. It landed on the roof of a small, run-down barber shop with a firm thud.

Then a second shadow passed by, but it had much less edge and far more of a wispy outline, as if it had feathers. A thin tail could be seen at the end of the silhouette, whisking against the air. It too landed on the roof.

A third object could be seen—only, it wasn't a silhouette. It was as if a campfire had grown flame-tipped appendages and soared across the sky rather than just leapt from a building dangerously. Its fire flickered for a moment, like a crimson lightbulb, and the fire seemed to die out, the object landing on the roof lightly.

And finally, there was a smaller fourth silhouette. It didn't glide over with grace and momentum as the previous three had done. Instead, it reached out what could only be made out as a thin arm and a small hand, touching the air with a small finger, and creating a gleaming cyan bridge out of thin air, and cautiously strode across it. The bridge disappeared then the silhouette reached the roof.

"Finally," the first silhouette huffed once they were all grouped together, "we've made it. Took a two day journey, but it was worth it." The silhouette seemed to have been male, since it had a deep, assertive voice and a strong build. He turned in the moonlight, and blinked narrow, amber eyes. "No villains have attacked our own home as of late, it should be safe enough to be here."

"Oh yes," the third silhouette responded, it too having a somewhat masculine voice. "Not that I enjoy kicking rump, but from what our detector said, villains are quite active here and I'm very excited to send them straight down to—"

"Ahem."

"The stars are quite visible here, and the moon appears to be much, much larger than it was back in our home town," the second silhouette said, staring in awe at the night with big, acid-green eyes. "It's . . . honestly something to behold." This shadow had a male voice as well, but he sounded much more amiable than the other two. He turned around to the fourth silhouette, who had gentle, feminine silver eyes, and was hunched over, supposedly on her knees. "Are you alright, sugar? You've barely spoken since we started the journey here."

"I'm . . . I am alright, I suppose," the fourth silhouette whispered from the corner of the roof. Her voice was very soft and tiny, like she was speaking to a frightened animal. She appeared to be cowering from something in the corner of the roof.

"She's fine, she doesn't need your reassurance," the first silhouette snarled, narrowing his eyes at the second.

"What? You know something is wrong if she's extra quiet."

The first silhouette rolled his eyes and crossed his thick, scale-coated arms. "Whatever. Anyway, I don't see much trouble going on . . . seems the villains aren't active at the moment. Surprising, I figured with villains frequently causing trouble in this city, there'd be other superheroes constantly on patrol."

"Maybe they haven't been patrolling 'cause of the real lack of villains out here," silhouette #3 commented.

"Well, you think there'd be some surveillance. There isn't anyone out here. No police officers, no civilians going out for night walks. Have any villains kept them indoors?"

"If a villain had already forced the civilians under his or her rule, there would likely be more destruction," said the second silhouette, joining the other two boys at the center of the roof. "Or more signs. But this city is just . . . it's normal. Looks like your everyday city, eh? Whatcha think, Sil?"

"Well . . . I uh . . ." The fourth silhouette went quiet, meekly compressing.

"Man, you don't have much to say tonight. That's okay . . . Ahem. So, should we explore the city some more? See if something turns up?"

"We could. But there might just be something or some trap waiting for us," the first silhouette said, lowering his voice to an intense whisper.

"Oh, you guys spend so much time planning for something that really doesn't need some huge plot," the third shadow scoffed, beginning to light up into his fiery floating form.

"No! Land, now! You'll get us caught!" hissed the first silhouette, glaring daggers at the third.

"Well, we can't really be caught by anything, if there isn't anyone outside right now."

"You don't know that. They might be lurking in the shadows. Both of you shut up and we'll plan quietly."

"As I said, this doesn't need some huge plot."

"If we're secretly being watched, we'll need one."

"Oh my gosh, there's nobody out here."

The three silhouettes burst into a full-blown argument right in the center of the roof, getting onto their feet and growling profanities at each other, as the fourth watched in horror. She slammed her hands on her ears, shutting her eyes tight and planting her nose in her knees. A small sound trailed out from her mouth that resembled whimpering. Clearly the arguing had gotten too out of hand . . .

"Well, how about we all separate and patrol on our own!" the first silhouette roared, extending his wings threateningly as his eyes seared with golden glow.

"Fine!" the other two shouted simultaneously, raising their wings with equal power.

Without any other words or thoughts, the first three silhouettes exploded into the air with their wings, leaving wingless silhouette #4 on the roof, alone to weep.

"Um . . . guys?" She stood up, legs bent with fear. She sighed, bending her head towards the ground in defeat, and sank down to her knees with her hands spread apart from each other on the flat roof.

Then she felt an odd situation . . . a hand on her shoulder?

Then another hand . . .

Two more hands . . .

Her eyes widened.

She shifted her pupils upward, spotting a round mass raised just above her head, hovering over her. Before she could react, it slammed down on the back of her head with enough force to knock her unconscious.

Three tiny pairs of gloved hands scooped her up and carried her away.

So yep. The first chapter did go something like this, but fun fact: before, there were only three silhouettes instead of four. Only the first, second and fourth were here before, but I recently gained the idea to add the third.

In a way, this group of visitors was based on a friend group I'm in. We call ourselves "Da Gang," and there are, of course, three boys, and I'm the only girl. (Well, we got a new "member" a couple days ago, he's one of my old friends, but he's new. So technically there are four boys and one girl.) Of course, there are still a lot of differences.

Also, I know some readers may get the wrong idea about the visitors since one of the first interactions we see of them together is an argument. But trust me, this is significant.

Hope you guys liked the prologue. I actually didn't spend as long as I thought I'd spend on it, but my mind felt like working, so . . . that must have helped.