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Chapter 2: Not needed.

The next day, Connor wakes up rested and relaxed. There were no nightmares last night, and he had an awesome dream where he was playing with a whole litter of kittens, to be specific, his cat's last litter. He misses those kittens, yet still, he is glad that they aren't with him anymore; Those kittens were annoyingly loud, his sleep was disturbed. Remembering that Spring Holidays started today, he was about to take another nap, but his dream with Catboy last night came as first thought. He grumbled. He didn't want to talk to them, it would be pitiful and somewhat shameful. He knows it.

He has his doubts about this mission too. Is he gonna be able to do it alone if the others don't go with him? Is he gonna be able to recognize this so special kids? How was he suppose to give them their powers? Lots and lots of doubts came each minute; he never did a mission alone! Not a single one! What if he failed? Or if he wasn't good enough? Or let those kids down? Worst of all, let Catboy down?

Fast as he could, he stretched his arm and grabbed the glass of water that was in his night-stand and throw it right at his face. Sitting up straight, he shook his head and cleared his mind. He was gonna do it and prove everyone that he was a great leader, he was gonna prove them all that he is capable of being a hero again.

Connor stood up from his bed and changed clothes to a soft white shirt with some blue and black jeans, with his usual blue converse shoes. He made his way out of his room, downstairs, with soft trots following behind him; he guessed that Titina was following him. He yawns and going downstairs, he smelled the sweet scent of toasts and peaches. His belly grumbled, but his stubbornness wouldn't let him be anywhere near his mother. He was still kind of upset with her because of what happened with his father. Yet still, it's not her fault that he is a prick, and if she had been on his side, who knows where he would be right now. He sighed.

"Dear, is that you?" His mother voice came from the kitchen. Without any option left, he walked in. He breathed a 'good morning' and sat on his side of the table, Titina took the seat right next to him. He was wondering how to talk to Greg and Amaya while playing on the table rhythmically songs with the tip of his fingers. One thing that he was certain of, is that they won't be pleased to see him, especially not Greg.

But again, he wasn't certain of how to approach them. Should he text them? No. He would look like a coward, and he certainly wasn't a coward. Should he talk to their parents? No, they'll probably tell them to ignore him kindly. Should he go to their houses? Probably, but there was a chance of being left outside. So how? How should he approach them when every possibility had a negative side? He grumbled and planted his face on the table. Why was it so complicated? He never meant to do what he has done!

He wasn't even sure how it happened!

"Why are people so complicated?" He complained. His mother looked back at him with an eyebrow raised. He looked at her but parted away with an exhausted expression. His left ear caught the sound of steps and shortly after the sound of a dish being left to his side. He smelled coffee, toasts and the wonderful smell of peach jelly. That smell brought back to his memories when he was younger, those were sweet memories that now made him nostalgic.

"Is it because of your father that you are saying that?" His mother asked.

Rolling his eyes, he looked back at her once more. "Yes and no." She sighed and sat next to his side. She grabbed his hand and started to caress it smiling sweetly.

"I remember when you were younger, any time you'll ever have a problem you'll come running straight to me to tell me what was happening." Connor looked at her intrigued."Even when some of those problems were caused by you." Connor thought about that for a second and was ready to give a sharp response, but his mother won him. "If you could let this angsty teenager that I call 'son' aside for just one second and tell me what's happening, maybe I could help you, Sacha."

He sat straight and took the cup of coffee. Then he said to his mother: "I think I messed up."

"With what, dear?"

"My friends? Greg and Amaya... I... let Amaya down and I- How did he say?- betrayed Greg." He sighed, hurt at the vivid memory. "I haven't been talking to them for a month now, none of them." His mother was about to replay something until he clarified. "Except for Federico. He is the only one that is not mad at me." He sighed once more and laid on the back of the chair. "I even had a fight with Greg last week at school... like, a real fight; with punches and all that stuff."

His mother was surprised at that last statement as if she didn't believe that he had a fight with Greg. "A fight, Sacha? We talked about that kind of stuff, dear... That's not good."

Connor looked somewhat guilty yet mad. "I know... it's just, he really touched a nerve, and I got so mad that I couldn't resist, Federico had to pull me back so I couldn't go any further."

Katrina looked at him intently. "If he touched a nerve and you got mad, then what nerve did you touched that he started disliking you?"

Connor thought about that as if it was a realization. He was aware that he made harm, but he never thought that he touched a nerve. Was Luna Girl Greg's nerve and that's why he got so mad? Or was it something else? He tried not to think too much about it or else he'll have something else to worry about during his journey. He opened his eyes wide.

The journey. He forgot!

Katrina was still there waiting for an answer. Connor looked at her and didn't how to explain that it was partly his fault that a moon girl villain stopped being the girlfriend of his best friend because he -without intention- helped another villain to hurt them. Connor ignored her gaze and changed the subject of the conversation. "Mom, would you mind me staying with grandma on vacations? I really don't want to be here now."

Katrina looked disappointed that her son didn't tell her what was going on, but answered anyway. "Of course dear, let me call her and-"

"No!" Katrina looked confused at him. "I-I mean, I already called her, she just told me to ask you and that it would be okay for me to go..." He hoped that his mother bought that. She looked at him but agreed on the end.

"Very well. But be careful, there are lots of dangerous animals around her land. I don't want you to get hurt. Don't wander alone, okay?" He nodded. He knew his mother trusted him. But if she only knew that he wanders alone almost every night since he was 6, she would be terrified.

His cellphone's screen illuminated, advising him that he got texts. He grabbed it and swiped up his lock screen and read: "7 texts from Fede:D". He read them:

[15/4 09:43 AM] ~Fede:D: Hey you there?

[15/4 09:43 AM] ~Fede:D: Wanna come over? My sister is bugging me and I need someone to save me

[15/4 09:48 AM] ~Fede:D: Connor pleaaaase

[15/4 09:57 AM] ~Fede:D: Connor

[15/4 10:00 AM] ~Fede:D: Sorry but I really need you lol

He replied:

[15/4 10:09 AM] Connor E.: Sure, I'll be there in 20

Federico's house wasn't that far from his, so he went there almost everytime that Federico would ask him to.

Telling his mom that he was going to Federico's, he grabbed his keys, cellphone, and headphones, and headed out of the house. But as soon as he did, he noticed the green and red-roofed houses next to his. He remembers his conversation with Catboy again and sighs. It ached him to do so, and there was an oppressing feeling in his chest, like nervousness, but so much worst, as if his life depended on this. He was going to Amaya's first, it made sense, it was the closest. But as soon as he was going to, he heard two distinctive laughs. His heart started pounding with a strange feeling.

Just in the middle of his neighborhood (Little Park, they called it) Amaya and Greg were having breakfast together like a picnic. Amaya was telling Greg something excitedly, while Greg was laughing a little out loud. He felt melancholy. He breathed in and out a few times before heading right to them... but chickened out before coming to their sight; he hid behind a tree.

He breathed to himself "Calm down" various times, but it didn't seem to be working. A man with white light skin and orange eyes passed by his side and asked: "Are you okay?"

Enraged at being bothered while trying to calm himself, he said:

"Mind your own business!" He clenched his teeth and the other man grimacing, left the place. He realized that the laughing stopped and Greg and Amaya were looking, but not very friendly. Amaya had a somber expression as if she was confused, and Greg looked cold. They picked up their stuff and were heading to Greg's house.

Good job, Connor. You messed up, again. He scolded himself bitterly. He walked to them and stood on their path so they couldn't go any further. Daring to look Greg at the eyes he said: "We need to talk. It's important."

Greg seemed to take that personally, and Connor knew what answer was coming next: "There's nothing to talk about with you."

He moved Connor aside, and heads to his house, with Amaya following close behind. Connor grumbled, and turning around, he blocked their path once more. "It's not about me, or you, or whatever you think it's about. There's an important mission that Catboy want us to go to." Amaya seemed to catch interest in what he was saying and was about to reply something when Greg cut her off.

"You? Going to a mission? Last time I remember, you were helping villains destroy other people's lives." He said disgustedly, yet somewhat hurt. Connor rolled his eyes, he was getting really tired of being accused of something he never meant to do. He clenched his fist.

"If that would've really been my intention, then I would've never helped you afterward. What happened there? I have no idea but neither do you. Because you weren't there." Connor said annoyed to Greg. But Greg, being as hot-headed as he was, keep fighting until the end.

"You are right, I wasn't there, and that's another reason why I should distrust you, we don't know what you did there, so we can't be sure if you are lying. And you probably are, so now, get out of my way, and look for someone else to help you 'cause, clearly, I won't." Greg said angrily. Once more, he got past Connor, and was about to enter his house when Connor replied:

"You won't only help me because you are based on the opinions of someone that you used to love, but dumped you out." Connor saw how Greg stood frozen in place, with the keys on his hands; He looked at Amaya, who was looking at him disbelieving. She seemed to be afraid that he might have caused another fight between them, but Connor stared intently. She looked back at Greg, as waiting for a response, but Greg just looked back with a wrathful look. He was gripping his keys tightly.

"You are the last person to talk about that, after all, your father didn't seem to care about dumping you out." He hit that nerve again. Greg was just making a fuss, and clearly, he needed someone to spit out the truth to his face, and as much as he hated to do that, he felt that that's exactly what Greg needed right now.

He laughed coldly. "You really try. But you are being like that because, deep down, you know that if Luna Girl has loved you enough, she wouldn't have dumped you. The only thing you are doing is trying to make excuses on why she did it; you only took advantage of this situation to try to explain it... you are only fussing because you know the truth." He ended, coldly. Greg now didn't seem mad, he seemed hurt, and Connor somewhat regretted it. No, he needed it. Connor tried to reassure himself. Yes, he did.

Greg sobbed softly, but the furious expression was still there. "Look someone else to help you... and get out of my sight before I do something I'll regret later..." Greg inserted his keys in the lock, and after Amaya entered, he entered and slapped the door hard. Again, why did he do stuff like that? He didn't really mean it... He learned, from lots of missions that two wrongs don't make a right; this time he did a wrong on an open wound when he should've not.

He should've not done that.

25 minutes later of leaving Greg's house, he arrived at Federico's. He slowed down his pace after all that happened back there, and now he was finally there and saw Federico waiting on the door, playing with his phone and occasionally looking up to see if he was near, and when he spotted him, he jumped from his place and trotted over. "I thought that you would never come or that something might have happened to you!" But looking into Connor's eyes, he spotted something wrong. "Something did happen, didn't it?" Connor nodded sadly. Federico pushed Connor gently to his house, and lead him directly to his room.

Once in there, Connor sat on the pink puff couch that was on the corner of the room, next to the closet. Federico put another puff couch next to Connor and moved the little table in front of them. He sat. "What happened?" Connor sighed and started to tell him about yesterday, the dream with Catboy and the discussion he had with Greg before coming to his house.

"Woah! Did you really told him that?!" Federico gasped. Connor nodded. Federico thought about it for a second before replying. "What you did there was wrong, but at the same time, I think you are right. He can't take advantage of the situation and make you feel bad about it. What he is doing is also wrong." Federico came to a conclusion. "Actually, both of you are being wrong."

Connor only nodded. He tried to amend it once, and it came out horribly. He definitely needed time alone.

"What about the mission, though?" Federico said, snapping him out of his mind. The mission. He remembered the reason why he talked to Greg and Amaya. He didn't get their help. He was going alone in the mission... Federico spoke again. "You don't have anyone to go with you, don't you?" His voice had a small hint of pitty. Connor hated being pitied, but right now that is not important.

He is alone on this mission, he is going to be alone in this mission. It was an odd feeling. Each and every one of his missions had been with Greg and Amaya, there wasn't a single one where they would not go. Maybe there were a few ones, but that was because of sickness, never because they refused to go.

"Yes... but maybe that's what I deserve for siding with a villain... or lying about it." He scolded himself.

Federico's hand grabbed his chin a made him look right at his pink eyes. "Your intentions weren't bad. She used you, controlled you. You felt, you feel, responsible for that and hid it only because you knew it would cause more trouble, and that was the last thing we needed back then. You don't deserve any of this, so stop convincing yourself that you do." Connor looked deep into the pink eyes of the boy in front of him. Gladly, someone didn't seem to think that what he did was wrong. That didn't seem to happen very often now; he relaxed a bit more at those words.

"Can I come in? I have some snacks for you." Mariela, Federico's mother, asked. Federico replied with a quick yes and stood up to grab the snacks. They exchanged a few words in Spanish, which of Connor understood a few, between those, the word "fine" and "worried". After that, Federico closed the door and walked over with the snacks. Connor stared at the clock on the wall; Federico followed his gaze.

"You are leaving tonight, right? Do you want me to come with you?" Connor stared at him startled, he didn't expect an offer like that. Yet still, even if he hated going alone, he had to decline this.

"I'm leaving tonight, yes, but I want you to stay. I don't know if Catboy would agree with you going, after all, he asked for Greg and Amaya. Besides, if something happens, you'll be the only one to know where I'm heading."

Federico was surprised. "You aren't gonna tell anyone else?"

"Who else do you want me to tell?"

"I don't know, maybe PJ Robot?" The pink-eyed boy replied with sarcasm but a little bit of hope. Connor the remember the events of The Great Masks War, PJ Robot wasn't working well since then. The little robot, who would usually remember stuff as if they were happening in front of his eyes (or screen), now forgot anything in a matter of 2 minutes. Several times Silver -as Snowfox of course- tried to fix him, but couldn't. The only one who knew very well PJ Robot was Romeo, but he is not helping them anywhere near the future. They feared that still on, the little robot would end up more damaged, but at the same time, they didn't dare to turn off him... or they just didn't want to acknowledge the truth.

Connor shook his head sadly and Federico sighed. "Fine... Just take something that we could use to communicate, I wouldn't want something bad happening to you. It would stay on me."

"Nothing will happen, but I will." He reassured the other boy. They both smiled and started eating snacks.

He stayed on Federico's house until nighttime.

Connor was walking in the peace of the night side by side to Federico. There was a chill breeze running, and with the moonlight illuminating, it made it seem colder than it was.

"Jeez, it is cold! I should up brought something." Federico stated, wrapping his arms around himself. Connor watched, looking Federico's profile first then proceeding to ask:

"Do you want my jacket? It's kinda hot for me, so I won't mind."

"Nah, I can stand it. I've lived worst." There was a moment of silence for both. But it wasn't an uncomfortable one. Both enjoyed each others company. The last year was enough to put the two boys closer than they could imagine. Federico found Connor to be interesting, and Connor would usually run to Federico for answers when he was confused, angry or even sad. But it wasn't all blue, Connor would usually enjoy Federico's light mood, and they both had shared good laughs.

"How are they?" Connor suddenly asked.

Federico, confused, looks at Connor. "They?" It took a few second for Federico to realize who was Connor talking about. "Oh! You mean Riley, Amaya, Silver and..." Federico hesitated after knowing what happened earlier today."...Greg?"

Connor made a sideways look several times, then proceed to answer. "Y-yeah. I mean, you hang out with them..." Connor spits out the question that has been consuming his mind for a long time now. "Do they- Do they talk about me? Like, bad stuff?" Connor's look now parted away. He didn't know if he wanted the answer, or if he didn't want it. He went for his first option. He listened closely to what Federico's had to say.

"Well... I shouldn't tell you, because it's none of your business... but I think no one deserves to be talked behind." He answered. Does that mean they talk bad stuff about me? Anxiety consumed Connor as the seconds went by. They were one street away from Connor's usual neighborhood. Their synchronized steps seem to match the seconds as well.

"Sometimes when we talk about stuff, you are being brought upon. But they instantly cut it out. Greg gets all... cold about it, and Riley and Silver seem to be pretty prideful about it. Amaya and I are the ones to usually cut it." Connor surprisingly finds that comforting after what happened today. "If you want me to be honest, she is the one that stands up for you the most; she didn't before, but it seems as if she is battling herself about you now, and she seems to be considering things." Federico scratched his chin thoughtfully. "Maybe I should've told you that earlier."

Connor silently nodded. Was really Amaya standing up for him? If that was the case, then that would explain her weird behavior when Greg fought him. Maybe she just wants to amend? Or just talk. Connor thought. He was really pleased to hear that someone besides Federico was standing up for him. That doesn't happen very often now, it feels good. A tap on the shoulder snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Connor, your house is around the corner! Unless you wanna go to the bar, I wouldn't mind that." Federico said, joking. Connor giggled.

"Next time maybe, you know I have to go tonight. This mission can't wait." They both said their goodbyes and touched cheeks. Connor rounded the corner that leads to his usual neighborhood and headed home; The only thought of packing his stuff for the trip made him tired. He wanted to sleep all night and day, with occasional visits to the park; that was the sole purpose of a break, at least to him. This trip, or the mission, wasn't on his plans for Spring Break.

He opened with the keys the door of his house, and when he entered, he heard two voices. A man and his mother. Even though he knew it wasn't his father, he feels as if he heard this voice before. "Hello?"

"Connor, come here. There's someone I want you to meet." Curiosity stroke him. When he walked into the kitchen, he saw a man with light skin and orange eyes. The man looked back at him the same way. Both shifted uncomfortably in their places. Connor now does know where he heard that voice.

"Are you okay?"

It was early today when he was panicking moments before talking to Greg and Amaya. Now, this was awkward.

Katrina broke the silence. "Connor, this is Codey, he is..." She looked affectionately at Codey, then at Connor anxiously. "He is my boyfriend." He saw Codey exchange a glance with her, then back at him. He didn't know what to think, or how to feel. One day before he was accusing his mother of mooning over his father, now it turns out she has a boyfriend. Not only that, but early he yelled at him for interrupting his whole process of "stay calm". I made a decision: I feel embarrassed. Connor thought bitterly.

He decided to give up on his dignity and extend a hand to Codey. "Nice to meet you, Codey." Codey took his hand and shook it. Connor glared at him with an intense stare that said: "Let's forget about today and let this be our first introduction."

"Nice to meet you too, Connor." Codey glared back, almost saying: "This is our first time seeing each other, I don't know what are you talking about." Both finally parted away with an approval look.

"Honey, I packed your stuff already. I thought that you might be worn out after today" Connor opened his eyes wide, he looked at Codey then at his mother again.

"Why do you said that...?"

"I thought that you seemed tired today, and figured out that after coming from Federico's you'll be more tired. So I did it for you." Connor only nodded and let out a small 'okay' before excusing himself politely and went to his room. He saw his stuff and picked it up. Grabbed everything that was essential for this trip, like keys, credit card, and ID just in case. Moments later he went down to say goodbye.

"You are leaving already?" Her mother looked rather nervous and concerned. "Isn't it too late? Don't you rather stay home and travel tomorrow morning?" She smiled nervously, and though the idea sounded pleasing to Connor, he had to decline it. He smiled.

"I'm going to be fine, mom. Don't worry."

"Okay... fine. If something happens at the bus stop, or during the trip, or at Grandma's, I want to be the first to know, okay?" Connor nodded. Katrina hugged him. "I'll miss you, baby. Be careful."

Connor hugged back and let himself enjoy his mother's warm a bit more before parting. Once he exited the house, he went the usual way he takes to go to the park instead of the bus station. He sighed. With determination, he proceeds.

"This PJ Mask is on his way, into the night to save the day!"

Sooo there was it, hope you liked it! Next chapter hopefully will see how PJ Robot's doing and Connor first part of the journey for the mission, which will be pretty... interesting. Reviews all always appreciated and thanks for reading this far!