Smashing Sandcastles
By Lightning Frost
In a particular cold night in Burgess, a little plump man of sand was sending out good dreams to children. It's been two years since him and the other Guardians had defeated his opposite, Pitch Black, with the help of the neighborhood kids. It angered the sandman how Pitch had figured out how to turn his sand into nightmare sand. His-no the children's'- good dreams into nightmares.
Why wasn't he telling this to others? That's because our Sandman gave up his voice so he wouldn't wake the children. A great sacrifice but Sandy would do that an infinite amount of times than wake the wonderful sleeping children. Sometimes he'd want to take his wish back but nethertheless it was a fine sacrifice.
All around him, golden, glowing, magnificent creatures of sand float from coils of his gift. Manta rays, dinosaurs, ballerinas, capes and masks, ponies, and more floated to childrens heads or blank coils, once they reached an owner, would turn into whatever hidden desire the child had. Sandy sent more of these ropes out while he watched the lovely children sleep. Only one thing could ruin this silent night, but Sandy wouldn't expect that for another 198 years.
As Sandy floated around but then something caught his eye. He turned but it moved. Just in case, he thought as he crafted sand whips. The shadows stirred and mocked him, tricked him into thinking something was there. Pitch isn't back, your just used to being on your guard. Sandy dissipated the whips and continued on his way.
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"Oh, Sanderson. How long has it been? Two years?" Pitch growled within the bowels of his lair.
The man in black sat on his throne. He'd finally beaten the Fearling's chasing him and was allowed to remain in his lair in peace for the moment. He obviously couldn't create anymore nightmares until he could get some golden sand. He stood abruptly and walked with his hands behind his back to his believer globe. For the Guardians it would be full of light, as for him it was a black as his robes.
"Every sun has to set Sandman. I will have my vengeance." Pitch swore before he walked around the caverns of his lair.
"Every flame turns to ash once it burns out. Are you ready to be extinguished? You make dreams come true, my dream is to see your end. Let's see if we can make that come true."
Using his weakened shadow transport, Pitch went topside. He leaned onto a building; he was so weak from not having any fear to fuel him. When he defeated the Guardians he was going to have so power that the buildings would crumble when he even thought of them.
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After Sandy finished his run on this side of the globe, he took a nap to replenish his energy.
Pitch materialized from a nearby shadow of a dumpster and took a quick breather. Sanderson will be asleep for a good while. He seized this opportunity to….save a bottle of sand. Instead of a bottle he was going to use a sack. He gently scraped some sand off of Sandy and created a nightmare sand sack. Sandman was too far in dreamland to notice. He didn't know it, but he gave Pitch all the tools he needed to end the Guardians.
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When Sanderson woke up he wasn't floating on a golden platform in the new town he was to bring dreams to. He was in somewhere darker, deeper, gloomier. He was in Pitch's lair. Sandy palmed his forehead for being so careless. He actually believed Pitch wouldn't try anything yet. He couldn't talk to Pitch or give him a piece of his mind so now he has to listen to Pitch's plan, his laughter, his gloating, yada yada yada, and if he did what he does best, he'll get another rant.
Sandy formed an image of a question mark above his head. This was his replacement of talking, signing. Sometimes it irritated him when others didn't know what he meant but he tried. Obviously Pitch didn't get the memo. He pranced over, let the gloating begin.
"Sanderson, I couldn't believe you were this easy to catch. You let yourself be vulnerable too easy. What fun is the game when two people don't play?" Pitch asked before pulling out a needle and quickly drawing some sand.
"I know you can't scream Sanderson. So I'm going to help you with that. Your screams will be heard and the Guardians will come running. I'll melt you all down until you're nothing but a memory." Pitch was foreshadowing something, Sandy could tell. Tooth. He unintentionally made an exclamation point and a tooth picture above his head.
"You're quite good at this guessing game. As we speak I've changed your dream creations against you. Each Guardian is fighting different version of you turned dark. Right now Toothiana's forces are being drained and she's about to fall. Would you like to see the downfall?"
A/N: This was going to be a one-shot but there were too many ideas put in to make it small and sweet. Now I'm going to do a few chapters. Hope you enjoyed.
