-A/N- I found this on Twitter after I found a screenshot of it on Google Images. Can someone help me confirm if Mitch was trolling us or if Vikklan is canon or something? I'm not sure about life anymore...

-Mitch's POV-
The color thing is getting to Jerome a lot lately. It never bothered him before because he didn't care. Now he does, and it's not working out. He's got surroundings pegged for color, but little things that he doesn't normally see, he can't seem to get most of the colors. I mean, seriously. I remember from when we were little, my dad gave Jerome a homemade colorblindness test, and he failed absolutely miserably.
He got 3 correct out of 8 correct. He's red/green colorblind, and color deficient in every other color. (That's actually true btw it's proved in a block party video) It's not like he cared as a kid though. Colors then were nothing compared to the diversity of color now. It's just dragging him down.
It's not so difficult with colors for most people like me, but for Jerome, it's nightmarish. It's a lot of gray, faded colors, and straight up wrong colors. I think I remember my dad saying it had to do with how your mind perceives the color in front of you. I could see red, like a strawberry or something, while Jerome would see gray- the exact same strawberry. I could see a blueberry, and Jerome would see a mangled shade of brown-green.
He gives up a lot and doesn't end up caring at all. His mind is different in many cases, but colorblindness is not part of those differences. It could've happened to me. My mom was colorblind. It didn't affect me though. I can see color the way most can. But- my one question- is my orange the same as yours? Is my color the exact same as yours?
What if- every person has a different color palette in their mind, and what one says is red, is actually green, but the other thinks that green is red and not green? You see the complexity of it? It's like- green is red, but red is not red and green most certainly is not green, but red. It's mind breaking stuff, and imagine being in Jerome's position. He's the one that deals with this stuff.
Choco came into the room, and I sent Jerome out the instant I noticed his attention change. The bird sat down painfully, and picked up a light skin tone crayon in his mouth. I gave him a sheet of paper, and he made decisive strokes with the crayon. Within 10 strokes, he had created a perfect profile of a head shape. A few more strokes of the same color, and the hair was faintly outlined.
I gave him the next color he asked for- brown. He took dark strokes, and caught the perfect likeness of Rob's hair. He took up the silver, and marked in the crown on Rob's head. Then he got serious. Like, really serious.
He used his broken wing, and brought a brown and black crayon to his space. Pete and Mat were ignoring this, but I stopped to admire. Choco caught the immediate image of Rob, as he finished filling in the shadows for his jaw. He did this with crayons. CRAYONS. I can't draw like that with crayon. It's too grainy.
The bird then stole away with another sheet of paper. He took a lighter skin tone, black, maroon, red, orange, and yellow. He drew a perfect portrait of Preston, crown and all. The picture captured the light and shadows perfectly, giving it dimension. It could actually be Preston.
Choco looked up at me. He went through the colors. Looked at me. Back through the colors. For a minute, he kept alternating his attention. He collected his colors, and started to draw.
"Don't watch! I want it to be a surprise for you!" He chirped at me. I smiled and turned away to watch Pete and Mat draw. I could hear Choco sketching, and suddenly tapped my shoulder with his beak. I turned, to an amazing likeness of myself, Jerome hanging on my shoulder.
"Choco! This is amazing! How-" "I studied humans for a while when I was really little. It fascinated me to learn how you guys moved and functioned. I always practiced drawing in the mud. I would mess up all the time."
"This is beautiful. And accurate. How did you know he does that?" "He does? I was making a joke." "Yeah, he does. That's really coincidental." "Oh. Wow. Are you drawing these Mitch?" Sky sat down, returning from something or other.
"No. This is Choco." "Oh my god Choco. These are beautiful!" "Thanks." He blushed and dipped his head to the tile. He picked up a new assortment of crayons, and looked quietly at Pete, who sat a few feet away, coloring happily. He switched out some of his colors, and sketched.
He created a perfect photocopy of Pete, drawing away. Seto came in, leading Jerome while keeping a firm grip on his wrist. Jerome had been re-enchanted and just to be safe, he re-enchanted Pete. Mat sat up, and brushed dark brown curls out of his eyes. He readjusted his visors while he was at it. "Hey Sky?" "Yeah?"
"Where's Jason these days? And Ian?" "Um... You see Mat, they've been here for the past... week? And you're telling me you haven't noticed?" "No." "Mat, it's why we're here." "Oh. Sorry." "That's okay, Mathew."
He tensed. "Did you- did you just call me by my full name?" "Yeah. Why?" "I don't think I told you. Did I?" "Yeah you did. A long while back. When I met you." "Oh yeah! That was a long time ago."
"It was. Wasn't it?"

-Sky's POV-
A few days later, a figure in gray came walking up to the gates, carrying a backpack. "Who are you?" "I believe you know who I am." "Thomas. What the hell are you doing here?" "I need to talk to the sorcerer. The one in purple. I can't remember his name for the life of me." "Seto? Why?" "That it! Seto. I want to talk to Jordan. Stressful, ya know? To lose a friend like that?"
"I-" "Of course you wouldn't. You haven't lost a friend like that. Have you?" "I haven't, but I can still feel the pain of it. I can get Seto for you. Be careful around him." I teleported to Seto. "Do you know Syndicate? Thomas Syndicate?"
"Yeah why." "He wants to talk to his friend Jordan, but do you remember the little boy that Amelia killed in front of Brice a few years ago?" "Yeah." "Well... That was Jordan." "Oh my lord." "Yeah, so... Can you talk to him?" "Sure."
He picked up his staff, and it sparked as it touched the ground. He teleported, and I followed. He went to talk to Tom, and I hung out of a tall dark oak in the garden. Sprite and Marshmallow appeared below me, oblivious of my presence. I was curious what was going on.
I watched. Sprite bumped into MM, signaling play. She clearly didn't buy it. She kept walking. He shook out his mane, and proceeded to follow her like a lost puppy. Rob came through the gate, and found the same situation. He froze- confused and just as curious as I was.
He caught my eye, and silently mouthed, 'What is going on?' I had no idea. I shrugged and shook my head. He climbed the dark oak and sat with me. He looked at me and frowned.
"Whats bothering you?" I jumped, almost falling out of the tree. "Nothing. Why?" "You seem frustrated." "How so?"
"You're frowning and you spaced out. Is that enough for you?" "Fine. It's the fact that Syndicate showed up. He wanted to talk to Jordan- a boy I watched die. He asked for Seto to do it too." "Wait, Tom is on the grounds?" "Yeah." "He can't be here." "Why not?" "Harm and the fact that he's dangerous. Why did you trust him?"
"I know him. Seto can kill his ass if he tries anything stupid." "Yeah, never mind." "Let's go check on the horses, shall we?" "Sure. Your horse seemed... I don't know..." I thought about how he was acting again. "Actually, I'll check on them. Just in case. Head on inside."
I walked to the stable, and found what I expected. I closed the barn door quietly and walked to the castle door. (50 bucks to the person who figures out what he found! *not actual money*)
Inside, I found the kids all drawing, including Rob and Preston. I sat with them, and started to draw myself. I sketched out a figure, and detailed it into a dog. It looked awful to say the least. Compared to Choco's profiles of Rob and Preston, my dog looked like shit. It looked like a blob in the paper's center. (Lol)
Choco was still sketching away, drawing a picture of every person he'd met. He had yet to meet Vikk, Lachlan, and Jason, but drew so he had met. His picture of Bella was nice- a cute little bac sitting on a ledge. The picture of Jerome was a tiny bit harsh on the line work, but it was nice. Bella's versus Jerome's, I'd say Bella looked like a mini Jerome. Less distinctive characteristics due to the early development stage.
Pete had a small stack of pictures next to him, and Mat was still working on his first picture. Mitch had a few stacked, and Choco's profiles were stacked. There were maybe 10 pictures he'd drawn. Mitch had about 5, Pete had who-knows-how-many, and Mat only had one. One he wasn't even finished with.
I scooted over to Mat, and looked at his picture. It was a couple, sitting on a beach in the moonlight. It was so detailed, I thought it was a photograph for a second. He was making the shadows sitting behind the couple as I watched. I did recognize the couple though.

It was Seto and Brice.

-Mat's POV-
I was trying to finish it without messing up. It was made as a request from Seto. I knew Brice loved to draw, and was good at it, but Seto told me he was awful at art. He asked for the picture, and I'd stupidly put it off. He'd wanted it for today, and I was determined to not let him down.
I'd refused to use crayons, and had asked Brice for his colored pencils earlier. He handed me the bundle, I thanked him, and went out to lay with Pete to draw. I drew in the shadows, and was done. I signed it in the very bottom corner, and went to look for Seto. It was only then that I noticed Sky hanging over my shoulder.
"Oh. Hi." "Hi. That's a beautiful picture, ya know." "Thanks." "Can I see it? Can I show Mitch?" At the sound of his name, said male lifted his head. "Show me what?" "I drew a picture of Seto. He asked for it."
"He did?" "Yeah. It was a request kinda thing." "Oh. Can I see?" I handed it to him gingerly. He took it, and his eyes widened.
"You drew this? This is just as beautiful as Choco's portraits! It's so realistic! I love it."
"Do either of you know where Seto is?" "No." "I'm right here, Mat. What's up?" "I finished your picture." And I handed it to him. He gasped.

-A/N-
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I really need a name for you guys, like Sky calls his subscribers Recruits, I want something like that. Suggestions? For now though...
Love you guys!
                   ~Percabeth1Jackson