Jack Frost leapt off the roof as ice dispersed from where he perched and formed a crystal like shimmer under the light of the man in the moon. Midnight. The Sandman would have started to spread his dream sand, to lull the children into a soft comfort. Jack gazed expectantly at the sky and was not disappointed by the strands of illuminating yellow - he had grown used to the sands as he jumped from house to house. Jack raised his hand and felt the grains isolate themselves from the others only to join back up once they had passed his hand. This was the only kind of light that gave him some kind of warm feeling inside; he could see why the Sandman gained joy from it.
THE SANDMAN! Jack rushed to the clock tower, ice spreading each time he landed. He stared at the clock, trying to remember which hand meant what. It was... It was… "Come on, think!" he whispered, his voice full of frustration.
He didn't get why they had these kind of clocks since he always used an analog, but then again if he had used time back when they were the only kind of clocks around then he probably would have understood them. He cursed; why hadn't he ever paid attention to time? It was important.
He jumped over to a nearby ledge where he peered in through the window. It was a little boy's room filled with posters of what he assumed were football players. A football-shaped analog clock caught his time was 12:23.12:23! He was 23 minutes late!
Jack leapt from the window, leaving a glazing of ice on it and used the wind to carry him. He loved flying but he couldn't do it that much now that he was a Guardian and could be seen. He felt those icy winds filling him with momentum as he shot past the different assortment of houses like a bullet from a pistol. He made sure that the same wispy strand of sand stayed close to him as he followed it to the Sandman - Sandy for short! He slowed his pace as he saw the giant swarm of grains gather into a giant huddle, swirling, reminding him somewhat of a tornado.
He flew skywards right to the top where the Sandman was waiting. "Hey, Sandy, what's up?" Jack asked innocently.
A clock appeared above Sandy's head, formed from some of the sand beneath him. Jack was met with a questioning look.
"Yeah, sorry I'm late, I uh… kind of got caught up." Sandy gave Jack a dubious look, but this time there were question marks above his head.
"Hey, I'm busy too you know! Christmas is in less a week and I've got to make this place look like a winter wonderland!" Jack said defensively.
Sandy rolled his eyes and Jack found himself laughing. Sandy signalled him to follow as they raced along through the freezing winter air, but Jack couldn't feel the cold at all. They stopped on one of the flat roofs where two giant hairy yetis were standing next to a portal.
"You have gotta be kidding me!" Jack yelled, an impish grin on his face as he ran up to it. After having yelled back, "Are you coming?", he jumped in.
Sandy stepped peevishly down onto the rough surface of the concrete roof (probably an office block), and before he could even look back, was shoved into the portal.
0000
The silhouette of a dark figure stood watching Jack as a frown formed upon his face. Wait. No, not his. Its. A soft rumbling growl came from the creature as it watched Jack Frost standing over Pitch as he was sucked into the ground. The soft patter of small feet sounded. It turned to see its right-hand man standing there.
"Has it been done?" the thing asked. Its voice was gravelly and deep, as if it made the very room shake.
The man trembled. "Yes, my lord."
"Good," it growled and began too laugh. But not a hearty laugh, a laugh filled with darkness and evil.
The kind of laugh that makes your blood run cold.
"Let's see how they cope with this," it snarled.
Thanks for reading this as it is my first fanfic'. Please leave comments, and I need to note that I do not own ROTG or any of its characters. Also, I'm hoping to do character descriptions in the next chapter. Improvement points are always welcomed!