Ok, so I went to see ROTG twice in 2 days and I knew I just had to do a fanfic for it. But my problem was I had no idea for a storyline until I saw a picture on Deviantart, and read through my old journals I kept as a child. This is based on a time I had a nightmare... and it seemed someone was there...
Pitch discovers a girl who can see him, but does not fear him, and discovers there are some nightmares that not even he can bear to unleash on an innocent child...
Turn the Last Light Out
Another day... another night... another year goes by. But yet, since the dark ages, no child or adult or even animal can see him. The existence of the Boogieman was nothing but a hang over of an age long forgotten, blocked out by the light. But it was also, a misunderstood one... They should be thankful to him, and he wasn't just saying that in vanity or ignorance of his past. It was the truth. Nothing but the pure truth. For the truth was, without fear, there could be no hope... without darkness, there could be no light... without nightmares, there could be no dreams... without dullness, there could be no wonder... without misery, there could be no fun. The Guardians claimed he was evil... a monster to be rid of at every chance. But they don't realize what he did for them. Every time he instilled such intense fear, the hope, light, dreams, wonder and fun would come back stronger than ever... and he would almost die from exhaustion, weakness and loneliness. All to make them stronger.
As for what he did for children? He showed them what they feared most in their dreams, so maybe they could learn how to deal with it, protect themselves from the dangers of the world they were so haphazardly placed in, and wouldn't need to meet with the real danger of facing such fears in the real world beyond their safe bedrooms. He remembered times when children had died because he had failed to make them feel enough fear in time. Children need to learn how to face life, as life itself is something everyone should fear. So many dangers lurking in every corner of every street of every city in ever country all over the world. They had to learn the hard way... but better through fear and nightmares, than through death or harm to come from contact with such dangers...
Pitch found himself pondering this himself, wondering why on earth the Guardians couldn't accept or even notice that he is the reason for his existence... when he sensed a nightmare nearby.
He looked around. The street was dark, only dimly lit by one single streetlamp. He was in Newcastle, a smallish city just before the space where the boarders of Scotland and England meet. The town was full of both extremely friendly and caring people, and the scum of the planet. Though one could say the same about wherever one was born. Pitch had always thought the same of London, where he was born, only down there they were less friendly than those from this city. Even the scumbags of this city had some charm to them. This particular street had been even danker and dirtier than London had been in the time of his life... boys in gangs sat on the treet corner with knives in their pockets and bottles of cheap alcohol in hand. Spilt oil smeared over the road and up the walls of certain homes and graffiti stained the wall to what was once a park. In the darkness he could easily see the rusting heap that once was a climbing frame. A see-saw smashed to pieces. A set of swings slowly disintegrating into a pile of rust. The rest of the park's amusements were so batterd and smashed that they only resembled scattered rubble. Oil drums and litter were dumped, strewn over the park and street beyond. The feel of the street was almost post-apocalyptic. A feeling that for once Pitch seemed to almost dislike.
He walked down the street. The place held strong ghost, memories of past nightmares held by the children who once lived on this street... but spirits broken, they are children no more. Except for one...
This was meant to be a oneshot story but its late, I'm tired and too egre to put this stroy up. The next chapter will most likely be the last but I already have an idea in mind for a sequel, so if you R&R, my sequel you will get. Sorry to cut it short. Will update soon! Goodnight everyone!