We Can Be Wrong

by cubedcoffeecake

After being defeated by the Guardians, Pitch Black believed he'd simply be a forgotten shadow until he faded from the world. But when he stumbled across a distraught Jack Frost, both of their fates were drastically changed. AU from the books but not the movie. There are no ships. Rated T just in case. ON HIATUS.

1. Prologue

He paced back and forth, trying to ignore the strange argument going on in his head. He tried to focus on the drab black walls, observe the few pieces of furniture. A few chairs, a small table, a bed. He tried counting the number of passageways leading out of the large room. He even looked at the large glowing globe that seemed to rub in his face his defeat.

He, Pitch Black, the Boogieman, the King of Nightmares- former King of Nightmares- was left nothing better to do than to pace in his lair. He was unable to command his shadows, and his few nightmares ignored his commands.

He had absolutely nothing to do. He had no desire to leave, but nothing to do here but try to shut out the imposing memories of times gone by and the annoying bickering in his head.

Even he often questioned his sanity as time passed. There began to be two very clear, distinct voices in his head, besides his own thoughts. One was like very familiar; rather maniacal, almost evil. Loved fear, hated children, yatta yatta. He had been hearing- and listening to- this voice for hundreds of years.

The other voice was a mystery to him. It was rather kind. It was often sarcastic, and enjoyed pointing out everything stupid Pitch did. It loved to taunt him when he did something he considered below himself; it was his ego's greatest enemy. It was arguing with the other darker voice constantly nowadays.

During the voices' arguments, Pitch would often call himself insane. He even read through a book of psychiatric treatments for multiple personality disorder once. That ended poorly.

After his last defeat at the hands of the Guardians a year ago, Pitch truly doubted that he would ever have the power to rise against them again. So he didn't even bother to scheme of ways to take over the world. He didn't leave his lair to scare children, because if a Guardian caught him... bad wouldn't cover it. He didn't even hope to ever be seen again. He was sure that his chances at being believed in had just run out.

All he could do was wait for something to happen. Anything. He was desperate for something to happen, and he told himself that it didn't matter what it was. Excitement, something to busy himself with. I mean, he was a condemned spirit who was completely bored. And anyway; what could be worse than what he'd already been through? Nothing could surprise him by now.

But he was wrong.