The squeak of Baby Tooth turned him around. He jumped forward and stopped, pointing his staff at Pitch Black as the monster squeezed his gray-skinned hand around the tiny fairy. He hesitated. "The staff, Jack!" Pitch demanded, smiling a shark-toothed smirk at him. "You have a bad habit of interfering." Pitch told him, and Jack shifted in place. "Now hand it over, and I'll let her go." He looked at the fairy. Jack pointed the staff again as Baby Tooth squeaked and shook her head. He hesitated, fighting an internal war with himself. He couldn't let Baby Tooth get hurt. This was all his fault. He let his arms drop with the staff, looking at the ground.
He hesitated before handing over the staff. Pitch looked at him, knowing he'd won already. "Alright," Jack reached his hand out for the fairy, "now let her go." Pitch smiled as he held the staff in his other hand while still holding onto the tiny fairy. He looked at Jack like he was a fool and said one simple word, "No." Jack's face was one of surprise. Pitch couldn't believe how much of a fool the Spirit was. "You said you wanted to be alone." He told him with an air of victory. "So be alone!" Baby Tooth jabbed him with her sharp nose, making Pitch flail his arm in pain. Out of anger, Pitch threw her away. He then broke the staff in half. He watched as Jack's eyes widened and could tell the Frost Spirit's power was gone. Pain wracked Jack's expression as Pitch grinned maliciously before throwing shadows at him. Jack flew back and hit the glacier wall. His vision clouded and went black as he felt himself fall. Arms caught him and he heard Pitch cackle evilly. "You're mine, Jack Frost. And I will make you see." Pitch said before Jack passed out, the back of his head throbbing.
Jack woke up, ice-blue eyes looking around him and blinking as he gathered his bearings. Where was he? He groaned, his head hurting all over again. He remembered what happened. He looked around frantically. "Baby Tooth!?" He called, panic in his eyes. The shadows parted and the Nightmare King appeared to his side. Jack stumbled to his feet, glaring. His hand clenched around air and he remembered his staff was broken. Helplessness rose deep inside of him and he stood there, watching as Pitch took slow steps towards him, a smug look on his face. "What do you want, Pitch?" Jack growled out. Pitch's smugness turned into a full on grin. "What do I want?" He mused. "I want you to see, Jack." He spat venomously. "But I have a feeling you won't. So I'll give you a choice. Now, let's try this again, Jack. Join me and I'll let you go.." "And if I say no?" "Then I'll make you regret ever interfering. I will make you fear."
The Nightmare King circled around the powerless Frost Spirit, hands clasped behind his back, as he watched the boy with a predatory gaze. "Join me and let me show you how well Ice and Dark go together." Pitch paused, appearing right in front of Jack. Jack jumped back, making Pitch smile. Pitch leered at him with his yellow eyes. "Or be lost in your fear." "I don't fear you!" Jack spat at him. Pitch tsk'd and slammed Jack into the wall. Shadows held Jack there, pinning his wrists and wrapping around his body. "Really? You don't fool me, Jack." Pitch murmured as he pressed against the boy, stroking his soft flesh. Jack struggled, straining against the shadows holding him. "I can smell your fear. I can taste it. It's delicious. Now, Jack, choose. Join me, or be destroyed." Pitch whispered against the shell of Jack's ear. Jack froze, his ice-blue eyes widening.
A stroke of long, bony fingers along his collarbone woke him up. "NO!" He roared, beginning to struggle even more. Pitch cackled. "Very well. I will enjoy breaking you." He whispered, and then threw Jack across the black pit into another wall. He did this a few times before letting the boy drop to the floor with a thud. Jack groaned, his vision fuzzy and his senses turning in his head. He was confused, unable to grasp what just happened. He felt like he was moving. Or was it the ground? Pitch smirked and gripped the boy by his hair and pulled him up. Jack hissed, his hands finding Pitch's wrist as he tried in vain to push him away, his scalp prickling in pain as strands were torn from his head. "I will enjoy making you scream." Pitch whispered to Jack before cackling. Jack's world went black.