Brendon isn't sure how long he could keep up with the facade of being the crazy Uncle of this whole my-bassist-turned-into-a-kid thing.

He knows he's terribly bad at lying that even the kid could see through it. He can't exactly tell the kid 'hey you're actually my bassist friend who turned in to a kid would you believe that' and then just laugh it off.

But the thing he's very concerned about is Dallon's de-aging process.

Not only did his body turn into a kid, but his memories are from his 7 year old self as well. Brendon fears that if this continues, Dallon would never return to normal.

He doesn't know what to do. He doubts Dallon would know what to do if he was in his position but he's pretty sure Dallon would have done a better job than what he's doing right now.

It's been two days since he turned into a kid and if he doesn't change back soon...

"Bren? I'm sleepy."

Brendon turns to the little kid beside him, his small head resting against his lap as they watched television.

"Let's get you to bed then, shall we?"

He turns off the TV and lifts the kid gingerly, tucking him properly into bed. Dallon makes himself cozy against the warm comforter.

"Bren? Can you keep a teeny-weenie secret?" Dallon whispers, even though they're the only ones in the room. It was cute, really.

"So, what is this teeny-weenie secret then?" Brendon smiles a little as he asked back, lying beside the sleepy boy.

Dallon scoots closer to Brendon's side, nuzzling his small body against the older man's chest.

"I don't wanna be forgotten."

Brendon felt his heart clench at the confession. Too young. He's too young to be fearing of something unknown. He's too young to fear of something that he doesn't know the conclusion of.

He's aware that Dallon's parents raised him well, but how could such kid with a young mind be thinking of something like that?

"Why do you think you're going to be forgotten?"

Dallon shifts on the bed. Brendon can't exactly see the kid since the room was dark but he guesses the kid just wanted to get comfortable.

"We had a dog before. Her name was Spotty." Dallon starts, making a little giggle. "She was a really chubby dog."

Spotty was Dallon's best friend for years. She was a cheerful dog, and always Dallon's wake up call in the morning. She was Dallon's company when he cries, licking his tear stained face. Spotty makes Dallon very happy.

"Spotty has this big brown eyes and she always smiles!"

It's obvious this dog had this sentimental value to Dallon. The once sleepy boy sounded like he came alive when they're talking about Spotty.

Brendon softly cards the kid's hair. "So what happened to Spotty?"

The boy's small hand clutches on his shirt. The way he spoke sounded shaky and heart breaking. "M-Ma said Spotty went to a deep sleep one day. But I know what they mean. I know she d-died."

He can hear Dallon make a sniffle, which makes Brendon wrap an arm around the kid in comfort.

"A month after she died, my Ma and Pa already forgot her. And Jordan too. They tell me they'll find a new doggy instead. S-She must be l-lonely t-t-that no one re-remembers her a-anymore." Dallon hiccups against his chest, feeling the wetness on his shirt.

Brendon lets the kid cry for a bit, rubbing on his small back as a soothing gesture as he whimpers. Poor Dallon.

He grew up too fast.

"Is that why you don't want to be forgotten?" He asked softly, giving the younger boy a moment to respond.

Brendon could feel the child nod. "Y-Yes."

This is probably what a parent feels like when they see their child crying. Parents are just overwhelmed with protection for their younger ones. You have that strong feeling of wanting to have your child's pain for yourself than for them to have go through it.

They don't deserve to carry that pain in such a young age.

"But I bet Spotty hasn't forgotten you." Brendon says. He's not sure where he's going with this, but he feels like he has got to say something.

"W-What do you mean?"

"Well..." Here it goes... "Spotty died loved, you know? I don't think she'll ever forget you."

"B-But she's gone."

"Yeah, but... you might have been the last thing on her mind before she died. She died happy, she died loved. How can she ever forget that? How can she ever forget you?"

Dallon stays silent, trying to process everything that Brendon has said.

"J-Just like how I still remember her because I know she loved me too?"

"I think that's it. The people who love you will never forget you, Dallon. I know I won't." And Brendon means it. He knows he'll never forget this tall turned-into-a-kid-giraffe dork.

The child didn't speak after that, in which Brendon assumes he had fallen asleep.

"Good night, Dallon." He whispers against his mop of brown hair, and then leaving a kiss on the top of his little head.

What Brendon didn't hear when he fell asleep was a small whispered voice of the little boy:

"I'll never forget you too, Bren."

*****

"Bren? Breeeeeen!"

Brendon stood up immediately out of instinct, his thoughts chanting Dallon, Dallon, Dallon in his head like an alarm when he heard the kid's voice. He blinks blearily, turning to stare at the figure standing beside the bed.

"Good morning! Are you teaching me b-bass today?" Dallon asks excitedly which would have made Brendon's head throb but it was too adorable to get mad at.

Brendon flops down in bed again. He puts his hand over his eyes. "...Can I sleep for 5 more minutes?" He says groggily.

The younger boy apparently had an ace up his sleeves as he keeps poking Brendon's cheek continuously. When that didn't work, Dallon climbed on bed and made himself comfortable sitting on Brendon's chest, and apparently did the evilest thing a child could do.

"Pffh--Wha... S-Stop!!"

Dallon, the little shit. He learned Brendon's weak side and fears of dying out of laughter as the little kid tickles his sides.

"O-OKAY I'LL G-GET UP J-J-JUST STOP!!!"

The kid giggles, giving Brendon a smug grin that should not have made his heart skip on how much it reminds him so much of the older Dallon.

"You're quite a brat, you know that?" Brendon fondly says once he's calmed down from all that tickling and heart skipping. He's a bad example of a teenage girl, really.

Dallon gives him a proud, toothy grin. "My brother tells me that all the time."

The 7 year olds excitement was terribly contagious that he felt excited to teach the little guy. But of course, he had to convince Dallon to have some breakfast first before anything else.

A ring from the bedside table caught both of their attentions from the breakfast. Brendon places his toast on the coffee table before answering his phone. "Hello?"

"Hey, Bren! I found this nice bass for Darren. I wanted to show it to you first before I let Darren see it." Kenneth's voice speaks the receiver.

Brendon glances at the kid watching Doctor Who as he absently munches on his toast. He walks towards the window of the room, hoping the kid didn't hear their conversation.

"Yeah. Sure, Kenny. I'll meet you later. Thanks!"

"You're welcome, man. Oh, and hey. Have any news from Dallon yet?"

He was hoping not to be asked with that question but he knows he can't avoid it while Dallon is still in a body of a kid.

"No, haven't heard from him yet." Brendon is surprised how he said that in such a steady voice.

"Oh. Okay. I'm just... Never mind."

Wait. What was he gonna say?

"Kenny, wait. What were you gonna say? Is it about him?" Brendon tries not to mention Dallon's name while the said person is watching television in his room.

He knows Kenny seems to be hesitating to tell him, but Brendon has to know.

"Okay, look. I'm not really in the position to say this to you, or to anyone. But I worry about Dallon. I heard him talking with his mother just last week--"

"You we're eavesdropping?" Brendon grins, even though the other man can't see it."

"Wipe off that smile on your face, Urie. I didn't have any intention of hearing any of it." Kenny protests. He clears his throat from the other line, then continues.

"Anyway, I heard Dallon talking to his mother about... leaving Panic?"

...What?

*****

[A/N: Cliffhanger ahaha kill me I dare u. Thank you guys for reading! Sorry for the mistakes!

The story about Spotty is very much from a personal experience. And Dallon's fear about being forgotten is something he stated on Twitter where he has Athazagoraphobia (fear of being forgotten) which is here: https://mobile.twitter.com/DallonWeekes/status/601105950716481536

Anyway, i just wanted to connect those two together and at least give the character a not-so-traumatizing event hahaha kids these days are smart and they know too much than they let on.

Have a great day!]