Darkness. Darkness everywhere. There was no light to be seen no matter where he looked. He scanned his surroundings, his head spinning, concience waving in and out like a tide on the beach, his memory of what just happened had only just started to return. Pitch felt awful, this wasn't the first time he'd been beaten in the most embarrassing of ways.
"First the Guardians, now a bunch of-of... children! And my own nightmare horses too! That was a swell take-down, things sure went to plan!" Pitch muttered to himself venomously as he got up, careful not to trip over anyting or scape his hands on...hm...what was that? Pitch felt around to try and figure out where he was going, then all of a sudden...
'Hold on, this is my cave, ah yes, I fell- well, got dragged back down here... I hope my eyes adjust soon, I hate this whole feeling-around lark... makes me feel weak.' Pitch thought to himself as his eyes finally adjusted to the darkness. He could just make out the faint outline of the entrance to a slim corridor, which had a small slit of light at the end of the hallway. As Pitch calmly glided towards the light, he could hear a small, sniffling noise. As he took a closer look at the end of the hallway, he could just make out a small shape curled up into a ball at the light, clutching tightly onto what seemed to be a teddy bear.
"Oh goody-goody...more children..." Pitch groaned as he strolled towards the child, running a bony, grey hand through his thick, black hair as he did so. He wasn't in the mood to scare her, or was it a he? Pitch couldn't tell from this distance, anyway, he'd save the terror for later, after he'd had a decent, well, decent-ish sleep, since sleeping on rocks isn't exactly the comfiest thing he could imagine.
"Who-who are you? Did my mummy send you to get me?" A small voice asked from the ball. Eeyup. That was a little girl. She looked scared, but seemingly spotting Pitch had cheered her up slightly. Pitch couldn't understand why she'd be happy to see him, normally children would do anything to get away from him, he was the Boogy-Man after all...
"No, I'm Pitch Black, The Boogy-Man, and you're kinda in my-" Pitch was cut off by a shrill whiney in the background, which was accompanied by Pitch jumping pretty much ten feet into the air and the little girl screaming her head off like a banshee before grabbing Pitch's leg and holding onto it tightly for dear life.
"Please don't let the bad ponies get me! Please!" The young girl cried as Pitch tried to pry her off his leg.
'At least you get to cry about them coming after you, I don't- agh! What are you stuck onto my leg with?! Super-Glue?! Where's my crow-bar when I need it?'
" ... please? I'm scared... I... please don't leave me..." Big, wet, emerald green eyes looked up at him, partially hidden by long, messy, ginger hair. Nobody had ever depended on Pitch, namely because nobody cared, after all, there's no such thing as the Boogy-Man. Dark shapes suddenly filled the room, spilling in from every angle, glowing golden eyes staring at them- no, not them, their fear. That's all they wanted, and right now... Pitch was scared out of his right mind. So was the little girl, which probably wasn't helping since the nightmare horses were now making steady progress towards Pitch and the little girl. Then they charged, a blur of black and gold stampeding in a huge cloud of darkness. Pitch quickly sweeped the little girl into his arms and ran as fast as he could, hallways and tunnels a blur as he sped away. After what felt like an eternity of running, Pitch finally found the exit and bolted for the nearest cluster of trees that he could see. The air was cold and crisp, and freshly fallen leaved coated in frost crunched underneath his footsteps, no doubt a sign that Jack Frost had been here. Oh how that name sparked a flame of fury in Pitch's mind, he would've loved to- well, whatever he would've loved to do, he couldn't, if this little girl doesn't get home soon, she would no doubt freeze in this could weather.
"Right, well, hopefully we've lost them for a little while," Pitch panted, feeling exhausted after running around like a headless chicken. "In the meantime, we should try to get you home, your parents are probably-"
"I don't know where my mummy and daddy are," The young girl cut off, fiddling with her small, fluffy, pink jacket, her cute, red boots scuffing the ground. "I'm looking for them, that's why I went in the cave, but then one of those scary ponies chased me into a dark tunnel. Then you found me," She lifted her head to look at him with a small grin on her face. "Can you... can you help me find them?" She asked. Pitch looked at her with a sad expression on his face, which made the young girl's grin slowly disappear.
"Sadly, no I can't, but what I can do is try to find someone else who can take care of you, if you like? Maybe they can help you." The grin came back, bigger than it originally was.
"Okay! I can't wait to show you to my Auntie Selena, oh oh oh, she'd be happy, and her little fluffy doggie! Oh it's gonna be fun! Come on, it's this way!" The girl grabbed Pitch's arm before dragging him along behind her.
"Woah, woah, woah, hold your jets. I don't even know your name!"
"Oh, I'm Flora, Flora Nature."