Greetings, reader. We meet again.
Ummm. Yea. That all i have to say. I'm new to writing about Guardians.
Pitch says that was a bit awkward. Go away, loser.
Oh, one thing. There's an OC. So if you don't like other people's OCs, like me, stop reading right here.
...or you could just read on, if you have a few minutes to spare.
Halloween Eve. Pitch Black's least favorite time of the year had come again.
'Why is that?' You might ask. 'Halloween must be his favorite time, because he's the Boogeyman!'
I'll tell you why. Halloween was the day that people enjoyed fear. They made everything scary and dark and horrible, but it was all for the purpose of having fun. Not to be feared. In this way, they mocked fear. They were saying, 'Look, we're not afraid of you. This is great fun, and you're not stopping us. Go away, for you can't ever scare us. Ha!'
In the center of it all stood Stingy Jack, the Jester of All Hallow's Eve. Jack O' Lantern, as he was more commonly known as. He was the greatest enemy of Pitch, the one being Pitch feared more than sandman. No matter What pitch did, he could not find Jack's fear. All he found in Jack's glowing, jagged grin was his own fears, over and over again. Every Halloween Eve, Stingy Jack never failed to mock him, find his weaknesses, strip him of all his pride, and reduce him to nothing.
The one thing of comfort to Pitch was that Jack was not a guardian. At least, not anymore.
Jack loved children, and would protect them with all his heart. He adored the sight of them screaming in delight and running around, trying to best fear. He scared children out of their wits, gave them treats, tidied their haphazard costumes, and made jokes about Pitch with them. In that way, he was one of the best Guardians.
But Jack had a fatal flaw. As a jester, he couldn't take anything sincerely. As a result, his colleagues could tolerate it no longer, and he was deprived of his place as a guardian of childhood, on Christmas Eve, 1806.
During those 200 years, children gradually forgot the tall, lanky, pumpkin-headed man, who teased them and laughed with them and gave them treats. They forgot that fear could be made fun of, and that fear couldn't do anything about it. Only on Halloween did they remember to denounce Pitch and his fearlings and enjoy it.
But they couldn't see Jack anymore. And Halloween wasn't as exciting as it used to be 200 years ago.
As for Jack's whereabouts, who knows? Not a single soul had caught a glimpse of the bright yellow eyes, the jagged grin, and the crooning voice for the past two centuries. Stingy Jack had become no more than a mere article on Wikipedia.
And that, readers, was the prologue.