Note: Matt's about 9 or 10 in this, Bing's 24 or 25, and Matt's mom, Cynthia, is 31 or 32.
TWs: Family issues and manipulative/overdramatic Matt (he knows what he wants). Stay safe :)

"Chin up, Matt; it won't be that bad." His mother spoke to him from the front seat of the car.

Matt whined, kicking his feet on the passenger seat, "I don't want to go to Auntie and Uncle's place; they're mean to me!"

Cynthia glanced at him from the mirror, "We're not going to their place; I'm dropping you off at Uncle Bing's studio."

"Uncle Bing...?" Matt muttered. He had another Uncle?

"Yes, Uncle Bing; he's a movie director." Cynthia spoke, then muttered, "albeit a lousy one..."

"Have I met him?"

"Yes, when you were two or three. Huh, that would be about seven years since he's last seen you." Cynthia realized, her eyes widening as she made a turn.

Matt frowned, not liking the idea of meeting another relative who would conform him to being perfect. All his relatives treated him the same; get up at this specific time, use manners, be polite, never make a mess, don't draw attention to yourself.

He hated it.

'Maybe I'll turn into one of those robots if I have to keep doing this.' Matt huffed.

"We're here." Cynthia smiled as she parked the car near the front. She turned to look at Matt, noticing the look on his face, "At least try to smile, Matthew."

Matt crossed his arms yet gave a forced smile anyway.

"That's better; now, come on."

They exited the car, Cynthia immediately taking Matt's hand as they crossed the parking lot.

"Stay here, Matt." His mother spoke softly as she walked over to the reception desk. She rubbed her hands on her pencil skirt, "Hello, do you know where I can find Christopher BingBong?"

The receptionist gawked at Cynthia, "Aren't you Cynthia Hathaway...? Famous fashion mogul?"

"Yes, yes I am, and I really don't have time to wait around and chat right now. Tell my brother that his sister is here."

"Ah, right." The receptionist picked up the phone, dialing Bing's studio.

Matt wandered the area, looking and touching everything. He was mesmerized by the fish tank, peering into it and peeking at the fish swimming around.

Cynthia crossed her arms, impatiently waiting for her brother as she watched the time tick by.

Moments later, a door opened, revealing a lanky brunette with green eyes, a confused look crossing his face as he noticed the ginger-haired woman standing in the waiting room, "Cynthia?"

"Ah, finally." She rolled her eyes as she walked up to him and hugged him, "It's been so long, baby brother!"

"Agh, please, Thea, we're in public..." Bing flushed in embarrassment as he wiggled out of her grasp, "What are you doing here?"

"I was wondering if you could look after my son for a few hours?" Cynthia smiled.

"Your what?"

"You've met him before." The ginger gestured to where Matt was.

"Absolutely not." Bing shook his head.

"Why not?" Cynthia raised an eyebrow.

"I have a, um- errand to run."

"Don't you have an assistant that could do it for you?"

"Well, yeah, but-"

"Christopher... Is there something you're not telling me?" Cynthia placed her hands on her hips.

"No, not at all! It's just that a movie studio is no place for a kid. He might hurt himself on one of the sets."

"And as a movie director, it's your job to make sure that doesn't happen."

"But-"

"It's just a few hours, Bing. I'll be back before evening."

Bing bit his lip, looking between his sister and the child who still looked at the fish tank.

"Fine, alright." Bing sighed.

Cynthia beamed, hugging him, "Thank you, baby bro!"

"Stop calling me that." Bing complained, pushing her away gently, "I thought I told you I left the family."

"I know, I know..." Cynthia frowned, looking at him with a crestfallen gaze, "I just missed you."

Bing watched as his sister walked over to Matt, kneeling before him.

"Listen to your uncle, okay?" She said gently, "I'll return in a few hours to pick you up."

"Okay, mum." Matt nodded.

His mother pressed a kiss to his forehead, "I love you, my ensoleillement."

Cynthia hurried out of the building.

Bing looked down at Matt, who was now in front of him.

"Uh- would you like a tour?" Bing asked, not knowing what to do.

Matt's eyes widened, becoming starry-eyed as he grinned, "Yes!"

"And this is where I do most of my work." Bing opened a door, revealing a messy office with various blueprints and pictures on the wall and papers scattered on the table and floor.

Matt's eyes became as big as saucers as he gazed around the room. This day was getting better and better. Bing hadn't spoken a word about his mannerisms or anything about him talking too much. Usually, his relatives would've reprimanded him by now, but he felt free to do anything.

"What's this?" Matt asked, pointing at a print of a big machine with all sorts of components attached to it.

"That's a cloning device; I'm still in the process of planning it," Bing told him.

Matt hummed, looking elsewhere. He hopped on a chair and shuffled through the papers.

"Don't you think that's enough snooping around?" Bing asked.

"What do you mean?" The kid looked at him.

"Instead of going through my stuff, how about you draw something?"

'I do like drawing...' Matt thought, "Fine..."

Bing gave him a few sheets of paper and colored pencils, hoping Matt would draw for the rest of the day.

Then the door opened, revealing a blonde-haired woman, "Sorry to interrupt, Bing, but a few people on one of the sets are complaining."

"Ugh, again? I'll be right there." Bing dismissed her.

"Who was that?" Matt asked.

"My assistant, Suzanne. Anyway, I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere." Bing said as he exited the room.

Matt watched him go, the door closing behind him. He tapped his pencil against the table.

'I shouldn't...' He thought, going back to drawing, 'But it sounded like it was going to take a while...'

Drumming the pencil against the wood, Matt puffed his cheeks out as he dropped what he was doing and ran out of the room.

He looked around the halls, peering at the cardboard cutouts and the posters for upcoming movies as he moved along.

A door opened up ahead, making Matt hide behind a nearby cutout. He saw a few actors in costumes walking out, heading down the hall.

The ginger peeked into the room they exited, seeing it was full of vanities and clothing racks.

Continuing down the hall, he saw a door labeled 'Set A.' There was a cutout of a guy with what looked like robots at both sides of him.

Matt took a peek into the room. He saw a few actors hanging about as one of them was lifted into the air with the fly system. He noticed his uncle with a megaphone and papers in his hand.

"Connor, stop flailing around; you're supposed to be in space, not the ocean," Bing called from below him.

"Right!"

Matt cautiously crept inside, ducking behind a large rock prop. He shifted around to get a better view when he saw something on a nearby director's chair. Tip-toeing up to it, he saw it was a crown prop. Useless to just about any other person except Matt. He picked it up, feeling the plastic of the gold coloring and the textures of the fake green, red, blue, and purple gems.

Taking off his cap, Matt replaced it with the crown, feeling giddy as he tried to look for a mirror.

"Hey, kid, you're wearing my crown." A voice spoke.

Glancing to the side, Matt saw a tall guy with grey, silvery skin. It might've been makeup since Matt saw some of it rubbing off his hands. He had intricate designs planted all over his face, and his brunette hair was a mess. The guy wore a regal get-up with a cape and everything. All he was missing was his crown.

Matt felt his heart thump in his chest as he looked up at him in awe, feeling his face get warmer than an oven.

"Are you single?" Matt blurted without thinking, immediately clasping his hands over his mouth.

There was silence as the guy looked at the kid before laughing, "Well, aren't you the charmer?"

Matt dropped his hands, still blushing as he looked at the floor, "Sorry..."

He took the crown off, handing it to the guy.

"It's alright." The older person placed the crown on his head, "Looks better on you than it does me."

"Harley, get over here!" Bing called through the megaphone.

"Coming!" The guy yelled, "See you around, kid."

Matt watched him walk off, heart still beating deep in his chest.

"What took you so long?" Bing asked as he glared at the actor.

"I was talking to a kid." He shrugged, "One of the crew members must've brought him in."

Bing stopped flipping through the script in his hand, glancing at the other, "What?"

"He's over there." Harley gestured a hand to where Matt was settling in a director's chair.

Bing's eyes widened, "I'll be right back."

Walking up to Matt, Bing crossed his arms, "I thought I told you to stay put."

"I was bored." Matt kicked his feet as he sat in the chair.

"Go back to my office; it isn't safe here," Bing said.

Matt averted his gaze, frowning, "Oh, I see... you just don't want to hang out with me, your nephew."

"What? That's not it at all!" Bing faltered.

Matt sniffled, peering at his uncle with watery eyes, "It sure sounds like it to me..."

Bing looked at the kid, biting his lip as he ran a hand through his hair, "Kid, please don't..."

Matt continued to sniffle, tears escaping his eyes.

"Ugh, fine! You can stay!" Bing rubbed his temples and walked off, "Just don't touch anything!"

While he walked away, Matt's face cleared up, and he wiped away his faux tears. He leaned back in the chair with a small smile, 'Works every time...'

Matt hummed in delight as he ate a cupcake a crew member gave him.

Bing watched the kid, annoyed that the younger one had power over everyone just because he could get what he wanted with his adorable face.

"Where's the washroom?" Matt asked, his mouth covered with excess frosting.

"Down the hall on the left, says 'Mens.'" Bing said, continuing to blueprint something.

Matt nodded, exiting the room to wash his face.

Bing was startled when he heard the phone ring. He turned around to answer it, "This is Chris Bing; what is it this time?"

"Why do you always answer like that? It could be your mother." The receptionist spoke on the other line.

"Hah, my mum's too disappointed to call." Bing laughed to himself, "So, what is it?"

"Ah, your sister is here."

'Already?' Bing looked at the time, seeing it was close to evening, "We'll be there shortly."

Hanging up, the director waited for Matt to return from the restroom.

"I think those sinks are broken..." Matt entered the room, and water sprayed on his hoodie.

"Good news, Matt, your mother is here to pick you up," Bing spoke as he stood.

Matt adjusted his cap, "Aw, okay..."

They made their way to the front office, Matt running up to his mother.

"Mum, mum!" He exclaimed as he hugged her waist.

"Mon garçon! You're not hurt; I'm surprised." Cynthia spoke as she kneeled to hug Matt.

"I'm not that careless." Bing glared.

"I know, baby bro." Cynthia laughed, then looked down at her son, "Did you have fun?"

"Yeah!" Matt nodded, "Uncle Bing's the best uncle ever!"

Bing looked at Matt with shock. Cynthia only smiled at the answer.

"Well, maybe he can watch you again if he's not busy." She told him.

Matt grabbed Bing's hand, giving him puppy-dog eyes, "Please don't be busy; the other people are mean to me!"

Bing gazed down at the kid, his hand twitching at the contact, "I-"

"Come on, Matthew; we have to get going if we want to beat traffic." Cynthia gently grabbed him by the shoulders, leading him away. She glanced back at Bing, "I'll call you soon, so don't you dare think about ignoring it."

Bing only nodded, watching Matt wave at him, and leave the studio.

He sighed as he crossed his arms, "I promise."

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French =
Ensoleillement - Sunshine
Mon garçon - My boy

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