Central City, Missouri

August 7,200

Beebeebeebeepbeebibeepbeeeeeep! BOUM!

"Gyah!" Piper woke up with a start heart racing. He looked around ,he was , in his room. "Trix! Gio! Trickster!" He shouted so loud his throat hurt, but that didn't matter after that dream he needed to know the other boy was okay. He kept at it till he heard someone shouting in italian from outside the door. The voice was a chipper despite it being, Hartley looks at the clock , 5:45am?. The musician shakes his head, he'd only woken up before the other boy once.

"GODDAMMIT MICK! SEE NOW YOU'VE WOKEN UP THE OTHER ONE!"

Len yelled

"Hey Giuseppe was making breakfast when I got here! And it was an accident" A second voice said only slightly aggravated despite the original's evident anger yup that was Mick.

"Did I ask you for help?! NO! SO SHOO! Its probably your yelling, Hartley is extremely sensitive to noise because of his implants,." Trix says

"I'll go check on him" Sam says

Hartley gets out of his green and white polka dot bed , he shared the room with Trix because of the fact that they had basically always snuck into each others room when they were scared... That and they kept each other from destroying the hideout. The room was split in half on Gio's side there were stripes that were really shelves which organized his arsenal of yoyos, rubber chick'ns, slinkies, etc all hidden by basically an army of plush animals, and adesk with a laptop on it. Giovanni may not seem it but he likes to have everything where he can find it. Hartley, surprising to everyone, was the packrat, on his half of the room the walls were covered in record covers and concert posters where the walls could be seen there was bright green lost, a few was smaller than the one he'd left behind over a year ago but he had gotten used to sleeping either in Trix's rooftop shelter or various nooks and crannies hidden from general range of sight. So honestly, he preferred this room the lavish prison he'd had at home. The auburn haired preteen whistled for the fan club. They all scurried out but they were all Technicolor courtesy of the Carnie's last prank from three days ago. The miniature army looks at Hartley for a second then burst out in their version of laughter.

"Morning kiddo, -wow" Sam says walking into the doorway. Hartley can see the barely suppressed laugh on the older criminals face.

"What?" The boy asks

"N-nothing *pfft* I'm sorry, honest. Just well, you should probably see it yourself." Sam laughs handing Hartley a mirror before vanishing into Digger's room. "Yo Digger!"

Hartley hears Digger say"oh I just have to see this!", and looks at the mirror Sam gave him now having a sinking suspicion of what had happened. Looking at his reflection, he felt his blood boil.

That Italian was dead meat when Hartley got his hands on him.

"GIOVANNI!"

Hartley entered the studio area entered the kitchen.

"Oh hi Piper! How was your sle-"

" It'd be a lot better if you'd stop messing with me during it!"

"What are you -OOoooh that- yeah that wasn't me."

"Yeah right, seriously Gio who else would write MUSIC MANIAC in green marker on my forehead while I'm sleeping."

"True- hey Len did I -"

"Sped to much time studying the museum skematics with a sharpie last night. YES."

"Oh well sorry" the boy says looking apologetic." I was wondering why I had a green highlighter in my hand this morning."

" ... -You're a complete and utter jerk face."

"Im sorry ok!"