Hey Fanfiction! This is my first fanfic and I'm so excited. For those of you who skip reading the author's note, DON'T DO THAT. I might put something important up. I promise my notes won't be long...hopefully.

And here's something important: This chapter has been revised and is slighty different from the chapter I updated before.

Now, without further adieu, here's Chapter 1.

Chapter 1

Pitch Black sat in his cell. It wasn't a small cell; it was actually quiet big. Actually, it wasn't really a cell at all. It was more of a house, with rooms, a kitchen, and even a bathroom. The only problem was, it had no windows or a chimney. But it did have a front door, which was constantly guarded by North's stupid, annoying yetis. At least the guardians were nice enough to give him a house.

But like Jack Frost, he needed his freedom. Freedom to spread his fear.

Jack Frost.

Pitch sneered at the name. He would get his revenge on that little brat as well as the rest of the guardians. Yes, he would.

If they thought they could keep fear locked away, they were soooooo wrong. If they thought there weren't others who would be willing to take his side against the guardians, they were wrong again. Normally, he would work alone but this- was a …special occasion. From what he heard over the years, the guardians had capture quite a few enemies in the past.

The nightmare king conjured three small flies out of the small amount of nightmare sand he had with him. He whispered to them before lightly pushing them towards the door, "You know what to do."

Jack Frost formed a snowflake in the palm of his hand. It was nighttime and all the children in Burgess were asleep. He wasn't exactly tired himself. He was a guardian, he didn't exactly need sleep. Most nights, he stayed awake, thinking about what would have happened to him had the war with Pitch hadn't come about two years ago. Would he still be alone? Would he become like Pitch, lonely and crazy?

He sighed. You can't always know the answer to everything.

After the war with Pitch, everything seemed, well, different; like he was seeing the world at a new angle.

During the war, the guardians had actually noticed him. He had to thank Pitch for that. After the war, Tooth, Sandy, North, and the Easter Kangaroo- aka Bunnymund- had gone back to doing what they did best, spreading joy to the children of the world, leaving Jack alone in the process. The last time he had saw them was five months ago, during Christmas.

But what if Pitch was right? What if the guardians didn't actually care about him? What if they ignored him again in the future like they did three hundred years ago?

He shook his head. No. Don't think like that, he thought to himself.

So distracted with his thoughts, he hadn't noticed the shadows lurking in the darkness, watching him. And when he did finally notice them, it was too late.

So what da ya think? Should I continue?

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