Chapter 1

 Kai's memories were a haze of fire, an insatiable blaze consuming everything in its path. His screams had turned to whispers, and his world dissolved into a blur.

In those fleeting moments, fragmented memories danced before him like elusive phantoms. Faces, places, and moments from his past flickered in his fading consciousness. It was as though he was trying to grasp the intangible, like catching smoke with bare hands.

The fire had shown no mercy, leaving behind blistered skin and charred remnants of clothing. Kai knew escape was unlikely. Pain surged through him, but there was also an odd sense of detachment as if he watched his demise from afar.

The world faded to a muted hush as the flames drew near. Sirens, voices, and fire crackling dwindled to an eerie silence. Kai's existence was now reduced to agony and suffocating heat.

Kai's world faded into a bizarre state of nothingness. There was no sensation of the intense heat, no choking on smoke, and no awareness of the flames engulfing his room. Instead, he'd drifted into a strange vacuum where time had lost all meaning.

In this peculiar void, he couldn't track how long he'd been in this state or when he might come across anything. So, he simply let himself drift in the darkness, embracing the peculiar calm of this emptiness as he slept, finding an oddly comforting solace in the enigmatic void.

Amid that eerie stillness, time seemed to lose its grasp on Kai. It could have been moments or an eternity before a faint glimmer of something began to emerge from the void. Like a distant star, a subtle light started to pierce the darkness.

Kai's awareness slowly returned as he was drawn toward that speck of light. It beckoned to him like a beacon in the night. As he drifted closer,

As Kai moved closer to the blinding light, it intensified until it consumed everything. He was enveloped in its radiance, and when he finally emerged on the other side, he found himself cradled in the arms of a man who appeared to be in a state of wonder. The man, much larger than Kai remembered, was frantically moving about.

Kai's surroundings looked vastly different, and it didn't take long for him to realize that everything seemed more significant than before. Then, the shocking realization hit him—he had been reborn as a baby. 

"Hello," Francisco replied, a warm smile as he noticed the adoration and love in the man's voice. He then took a closer look at the man and couldn't help but notice the striking resemblance to a young Peter Hale. It was uncanny, and he couldn't shake the feeling that there might be more to this encounter than met the eye. 

As Francisco's emotions overwhelmed him, he couldn't hold back his tears any longer. Still looking like a young Peter Hale, the man was taken aback by the sudden outpouring of emotion. He tried his best to comfort Francisco, offering a reassuring hand on his shoulder and kind words, but it didn't seem to ease Francisco's distress.

When Francisco thought he couldn't bear it any longer, a woman emerged from nearby. She approached Francisco and gently wrapped her arms around him, holding him close. In her embrace, he felt a sense of calm and security wash over him, a feeling he couldn't quite explain.

The woman continued to hold Francisco until his sobs gradually subsided. Exhausted from the emotional release, Francisco eventually drifted off to sleep in her comforting presence, still puzzled by the strange resemblance between the man and Peter Hale and the unexpected solace he found in the arms of this mysterious woman.

Fansicco lay still in the crib, unable to move, his heart racing as he took in his surroundings. Everything seemed surreal, like a dream. He closed his eyes briefly, hoping that when he opened them again, he would be back in his own world.

But as he opened his eyes, the sight before him only grew more bewildering. There, standing before him, was a young Peter Hale, a character from the TV show Teen Wolf. Fansicco's mind raced as he tried to make sense of the situation. How could he be in a fictional world?

As if to confirm his suspicions, Peter Hale's eyes suddenly flashed yellow, a chilling sight that sent shivers down Fansicco's spine. He knew he had to be careful, for he had somehow found himself in a world of supernatural creatures where danger lurked at every corner.

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(5 years Pass) 

Fansicco had fully embraced his being stuck in the Teen Wolf universe. It was like living in a never-ending episode; he had learned to roll with it.

One day, while chilling at a local daycare, he spotted a couple of familiar faces – Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski, albeit as kids. Francisco couldn't help but chuckle at the irony. He decided to keep his distance from them, figuring it was best not to mess with the show's timeline. After all, who wanted to be the guy responsible for altering the destiny of Beacon Hills?

Instead, Fansicco hung out with Isaac Lahey, Erica Reyes, and Vernon Boyd, three of Derek Hale's pack members. They were a lively bunch, and he fit right in. 

 Francisco and Isaac just naturally got closer. They became tight buddies, the kind who could finish each other's sentences and had an uncanny knack for showing up at the same places without planning it. 

Francisco had finally come to a rather intriguing conclusion about his family. He was almost sure his mother was a werejaguar as he would sometimes see her eyes flash green. 

Aunt Talia's house was like a second home for Francisco. He loved spending his days there, playing with his cousin Cora and giving her older brother Derek a good-natured hard time. It was all in good fun, of course.

Francisco and Cora were practically inseparable. Where one went, the other followed. They were like two peas in a pod, partners in crime and troublemakers in the best possible way. Whether it was exploring the woods behind Aunt Talia's house, cooking up imaginative adventures, or plotting pranks on Derek. 

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(4 years later, Fran is now 9) 

Fran woke up abruptly, his heart racing as he saw his dad standing in the doorway, holding Cora in his arms, a look of sheer panic and horror etched on his face. Thick, ominous smoke was creeping into his room.

Still disoriented from sleep, Peter grabbed his arm, and they rushed out of the room, knowing they had to escape the encroaching danger. However, they could hear the voices of men searching through the house, threatening to harm them.

Peter led them down to the basement, where he found a small window. Without hesitation, he lifted Fran and Cora, one after the other, and helped them squeeze through the narrow opening to the outside. Fran desperately wanted his parents to follow, but the window was too small for their adult bodies. 

"Uncle Peter, Aunt Val, what about you?" Cora asked, her voice tinged with concern.

"Don't worry about us." Val said 

.She looked at Fran, her eyes welling up with tears, and said, "I will always love mi Nino."

Tears filled Fran's eyes, too, as he heard those words.

Suddenly, there was a loud banging on the basement door. Peter's expression shifted to a mix of fear and anxiety as he turned to face it. He spoke urgently, "Run as fast and as far as you can." 

 Gasping for breath, Fran and Cora slowed their pace. Finally, when they could speak without panting, Cora turned to Fran, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "What do we do now?"

Fran took a moment to gather his thoughts. "Let's head to Abuelita's house," he suggested, and they resumed running through the dense woods.

After a grueling hour of dashing through the forest, they finally reached his grandmother's house. Cora stepped up to the door, both of them still catching their breath, hearts pounding from the adrenaline-fueled escape.

In just a few minutes, the door creaked open to reveal an elderly Latina woman. She seemed a bit bewildered at first, but her face quickly filled with concern as she took in the sight of the two children, clearly distressed and smelling of smoke.

"What happened?" Abuela inquired, her voice reflecting both worry and affection as she ushered them inside. She was eager to learn what had brought them to her doorstep in such 

Seeking refuge in Abuela's home, Cora began recounting the terrifying events that had unfolded—the fire, the menacing intruders, and their desperate escape. The woman's expression shifted from concern to disbelief as she absorbed their story.

After Cora had finished detailing their ordeal, their account left the woman visibly shaken.

Abuela wasted no time; she called the police, and they endured an agonizing wait that felt like an eternity. Finally, after hours, the officers arrived, their expressions grave. The fire consumed the Hale house, leaving Peter with severe third-degree burns and Valentina comatose.

The cops escorted them to the hospital, where Abuela was taken to see her daughter Valentina, and the kids underwent thorough check-ups. 

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After a couple of tense weeks passed, Abuela decided to take the kids back with her to Brazil. The fear of whoever had started the fire returning to finish the job and harm Fran or Cora weighed heavily on her mind, mainly since the culprits remained unidentified and at large. The constant sense of being watched and the town's intrusive curiosity had taken a toll on all of them.

She didn't want to live in constant fear or subject Fran and Cora to the prying eyes of the townspeople any longer. So, they packed their bags and left 

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