[ WP ] Peter Pan is a serial killer who uses pixie dust to cause little children to jump off windows in the hopes of being able to fly .

Peter was an orphan at a young age. After his parents' unfortunate deaths, he had to move in with his uncle and aunt on a small farm. They were content there. They had a son, too, that Peter got along with fairly well. He envied the close relationship he had with his parents, however, wishing that he, too, could have such a thing. And despite their friendship, the two still fought often enough; and it was nightfall when the last tragedy happened. 
 
 Peter and his cousin were frustrated with each other, like usual. But then, the cousin, fed up with the argument, acted out of pure anger. With a huff, he pushed Peter, aggressively. He fell right through the glass of the window. 
 
 The last thing Peter saw before he died was the horrified look on his cousin's face, who cried out for his parents. Everything blurred and faded from view. But Peter was n't done just yet. 
 
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 His spirit was afloat, as he wandered towards a nearby city. He still looked like himself; a young boy with a smile. He would only be visible to those he'd chosen to see him, however. As he was set adrift, his heart ached with the pain of his cousin's last betrayal. In his grievings, he heard two children squabbling over toys. 
 
 He'd watched them argue, reminded of the incident with him and his cousin, his emotions flaring inside him. The children were sent to bed, but Peter was n't done just yet. He placed his feet on the ground of the bedroom, moving slowly towards the boy. Shadowless and soundless, he gently shook the shoulders of the child. 
 
 `` Do n't be afraid, young boy. I know you were fighting with your sister.'' 
 
 The child, spooked by the ghastly presence of Peter's spirit, was still curious. `` W-who're you?'' 
 
 Peter thought quickly concerning his response. `` I'm Peter, here to take you to Neverland. What's your name?'' He spun a tale so fast it was sickening. The face of the child lit up as he pronounced his alias. `` I-I'm Jason. What's Neverland?'' 
 
 `` It's a place where you never have to fight with your sister again, of course. A place where you do n't have to share your toys.'' 
 
 With that, he was sold. His child-like mind brought Peter back to the emotions of his killer. And he smiled to himself; this brother would n't do what Peter's cousin had done. 
 
 Leading the boy to the window, he chuckled. But the boy stopped him. `` Why do n't you have a shadow?'' 
 
 `` Come, now. That's nothing to worry about. I'm from Neverland, are n't I? People lose their shadows all the time.'' 
 
 With that, Peter sprinkled some fine glass he'd carried with him from the broken window of his incident. The boy believed he was covered in pixie dust, and shut his eyes tight. `` Are you ready?'' The six-year-old took a step up on the window sill. A faithful leap ended in a tragedy, and Peter looked on at the boy. Too late did he realize that flight was something unachievable. Peter looked on, admiring the resting corpse with his broken mind, assuring himself that this was normal. 
 
 And then, there was another argument, two brothers debating over something absurd. Peter floated by and watched, and waited.
