Author's Note: First off, I love you, if you're reading my story.. I love you. Okay, if you haven't noticed, I REALLY suck at writing summaries. So, if you didn't quite understand my summary and you still came to read my story.. I wish I could give you a cookie, because you deserve to be rewarded. In a nutshell, this is going to be a story about Rise of the Guardians, of course, but it'll be one of those stories where the readers in the story.. Ya 'know? One of those ReaderXCharacter stories? Yeah. So, you'll be in the story! Yeah! A little bit of insight though, I might be putting some romance in latter, so yeah.
Getting back on subject! This will take place in the ROTG Universe and will take place right after Pitch Black asked Jack Frost to join him, but in this version of the story Jack actually joins Pitch, because he's confused and feels unloved, etc. That's where you come in; you live a world of darkness. Where all hope has vanished. But, somehow, you have kept it. You are determined to find out what happened and put a stop to it. You'll need help and being the last believer, the Guardians and the other spirits are here to help. But the big question is… Will you be able to convince Jack that what he's doing is seriously wrong? (I know what you're thinking, "What about Jamie and his friends, why don't they believe?" Well, I'll explain it in the story! Silly!)
Thanks for reading this and without further ado.. Enjoy!
At first, you presumed that these terrifying occurrences had nothing to do with your childhood fantasies, and then the nightmares began. Everyone had them, their worst fears and thoughts becoming reality during their slumber. You, like many others, tried to escape sleep, but it always came. The nightmares always came, every night, a different scary situation would come to you. Waking up at first, would be some sort of sanctuary, not anymore; it seemed as if the whole world had became a breathing, living nightmare.
Then, you saw him, the ruler of everyone's pain, he called himself Pitch Black and he was now the World's Leader. He claims that if we don't obey his every command, he will demolish every child alive and you know that he isn't bluffing. He has these creatures that he calls Fearlings that can prove that he speaks the truth, they destroy everything in their path, bringing fear and devastation to everything they touched.
The moment you saw Pitch is the moment you realized exactly who and what he was, the boogie man and you distinguished that if there was a boogie man that meant that all the stories of the mythical Guardians were true. If anyone can help you, it had to be them.
Now, you stand in the middle of the North Pole, scrambling around, looking for some hint of Santa's workshop, but nothing came. Looking up at the sky, a deep sigh escaped you, you were the only one left in the world left with hope, but that was begging to leave you and despair was filling its place. You could only go so far, you could only hope so much, there had to be some sort of ending point. Most people gave up their last inkling of hope when the moon disappeared out of the sky; right after Pitch predicted it world.
You fell into the snow, a tear rolling down your cheek, which froze before it could hit the ground. Huddling into a ball, trying to preserve some warmth, you coughed roughly, shivering violently. "Maybe, I am way over my head?" You whispered to yourself. Your eyes fluttered shut, you knew what would come. The terrible nightmares, but you didn't care. You hadn't slept in three days. Before completely dozing off, you saw a shadow appear over you and a feeling of weightlessness.
"I think she's coming around!" You heard a voice call out, in a rough Russian accent. Suddenly, there was a loud uproar. Three voices started yelling at the same time and all you wanted them to do was make them stop, your head was pounding and it was unbearable.
"I'm not sure how," Another grumbled, his Australian accent hit you hard in the face. You've never met an Australian before and never someone with this strong of an accent. "She was out cold; I figured she wasn't going to wake up."
A woman's voice spoke out, delicately. "Don't say that, Bunny. She's our last hope."
You stayed silent, waiting for someone else to speak, but when no one spoke out, you only pondered to yourself. You weren't sure what they meant by last hope? You reviewed all you could remember:
"I was in the North Pole, and then I fell on conscious." You mumbled under your breath. The room went completely silent; you didn't realize you were speaking out loud. Opening your eyes nervously, you saw four faces you never expected to ever see. The Easter Bunny. The Tooth Fairy. The Sandman. And Santa Claus. All of them stood around the bed you were laying in, but they looked different than you imagined them.
The tooth fairy was wing less, and stood on the ground, wearing a white robe. The Sandman was a pale grey. The Easter Bunny resembled an average bunny. And Santa was incredibly thin, bald, and looked unbelievably tired. In all the stories you've read and all the movies you've watched, they looked so different than how you see them now, you knew that it had to do with Pitch Black; you knew that it was his fault that your idols looked so weak and frail, like how everything else was.
"Mate," Bunnymund asked questionably. "How'd you get here?" The bluntness caught you off guard and when you opened your mouth to answer, the tooth fairy did for you.
"Be polite!" She snapped, he grumbled about being taken advantage of before Toothiana turned to you with a forced smile. "What's your name?"
You cleared your throat, sitting up in bed, then muttered out your name and explained how you got here. "I took a plane alone," Being met with a series of astonished faces, you couldn't help but laugh. "My uncle was a pilot, so he gave me lessons. I've never flown solo, but I guess there's a time and place for everything, right?"
Sandy showed a series of symbols over his and you couldn't help but be amazed by how quickly he displayed each picture. North nodded his head in Sandy's direction and cleared his throat, "You came alone?" You bobbed your head, confused with his question. "How did find this place? It is invisible to the mere mortal's eye."
Staring into the distance, you thought on his question and then suddenly remembered collapsing in the snow due to your fatigue. "Someone took me here." You whispered quietly.
Bunny raised an eyebrow, "I thought you said you came alone?"
"I did! It's just," You paused and sighed, deciding to explain why you came. "My name is _, I'm sixteen years old and I come from New York City, my home. A few months ago, the younger children began to have terrible nightmares and everything thing got colder than usual, even though where I live it was summer, but then it progressed, older children, my age, began to get the nightmares and it got even colder, then it got even worse, the adults were getting the nightmares and everything froze." You paused, looking over all the expressions of your heroes, the look on their faces told you that they knew all of this, but you needed to continue, more for you than them. "That's when Pitch revealed himself as the single handed master of us all, saying that he was the reason that we were all getting nightmares are freezing weather." Bunny chuckled lightly under his breath and you decided to ignore him, still continuing. "I knew he was the boogieman, I mean, that guy looks terrifying!" You smiled and a ray of hope entered your voice. "But, I knew that if he was the boogieman that meant all of you were real!"
Bunny sighed. "And why did you come to us? Didn't you think that if we could do something, we would've?" You cringed. "We're powerless, if you can't already tell."
"Bunny," Tooth reached out to him only to be bat away.
"No! Those blokes have finally bested us! We've tried our hardest, but we have nothing left! No one believes in us." He whispered the last part, looking utterly defeated.
North cleared his breath, hoping to change the subject and looked over to the sandman who was throwing up symbols frantically. "That's right!" He boomed, silencing everyone. "That doesn't explain how you got her, like I said, you can't see this place unless we permit you to, so how you ended up on our front door step doesn't make since. You said someone carried you right?" You nodded. "Do you remember what this person looks like?"
You thought hard, closing your eyes, trying to get a mental image. "He-He had a big, blue jacket and had white hair." You opened your eyes in confusion, "But, he looked like he was my age." When no one responded, you shook you head in disappointment. "I'm sorry; I must have been imagining things."
"No." Tooth whispered. "You did great, sweetie."
Bunny stared out of the window, which displayed a strong blizzard, "Jack's back."
Well.. How'd you like it? Was it a fail? Was it grand? Tell me! Review! Oh, by the way, if you didn't understand, the reason why Bunnymund laughed when you told him "That's when Pitch revealed himself as the single handed master of us all, saying that he was the reason that we were all getting nightmares are freezing weather.", it's because Jack's helping him and now the guardians know that Pitch isn't giving Jack any credit and we all know how much Jack HATES to be ignored, so there's some thinking food.. Also, I'm debating whether or not to even continue, so if you think I should please tell.
