M/N: I found a picture on Deviant and I read a comment with an interesting plot. You've got to thank guardian921 for giving me the sparks, now it's up to me to make 'em into flames. So here you go and hope you like it.
Omniscient POV
They had been too late, he was already lost into his own little nightmare. They had really tried, believe me they did, but it was all in naught because the one they had come to save had been broken beyond salvation. North tried not to think of it like that though, because Jack had become more than just a troublesome winter spirit. The kid had warmed his way into everyone's hearts, even grumpy 'ol Bunnymund's.
North sighed and took the unresponsive winter spirit into a room he had prepared just for him. Of course, Jack was too lost into his personal nightmares to notice. His eyes laid wide open, unblinking. They held utter terror in them, clouded by pure hatred and despair. It hurt them all to see Jack like this. Jack, the confident and playful kid, the prankster.
Shortly after they had found Jack near Pitch's layer, dumped in the floor just like a broken doll that didn't work anymore, Toothiana had to excuse herself mumbling somthing under her breath about "lot's of work to do", but they had all seen the tears shining in her eyes as she rapidly flew away from the heart-wrenching sight.
Not like the others were faring far better anyway, Sandy hadn't "talked" to anyone since they'd found Jack. He was pretty disturbed and sad about what happened to Jack. Sandy tried to bring Jack back from his nightmares with no avail, all his attempts ending in fail. Bunnymund had his ears dropped and eyes down-cast. Even though he wouldn't admit it, he missed the frostbite's loud antics.
North was the one that took it hardest because he and Jack had really bonded some. He considered Jack as a pseudo son, giving him advice and making the kid feel welcome and not alone. North had never felt so fond towards a kid before, especially a really big trouble-making one as Jack. It was going to be tough if they couldn't find a way to snap Jack out of his cataliptic state.
Jack Frost POV
He had always thought that being alone was one of the worst nightmares anyone could ever get. After all, his fear was of being forgotten and being erased from existence because of it. But now that he faced Pitch's fearlings, he had whole new different views on what was scary and what wasn't.
His mind was trapped in a seemingly never-ending nightmare with nothing but blood-curling loud screams echoing throughout his mind. They came from all around and as much as he ran, he couldn't seem escape those haunting dark screams. It was like an on-going choir of haunted sirens blasting it's lonely sound for all to hear. It seemed to be set on a constand on-going loop because as soon as one scream ended another started.
He finally gave in to the idea that he was going to be stuck here for a while and curled in on himself, putting his hands on his ears, trying his best to block out the horror he was living in. For the first time in years, he cried. He cried at the unfairness of this nightmare, he cried at the loneliness of his life, he cried for all the fears he had been holding back and let them all lose now. Doubt, fear, and sadness clouding his mind, his thoughts.
"When is this... this... nightmare going to end?!" Jack shouted back at the voices.
M/N: You like it? This is an original writing from me, the plot was given to me by someone else and I turned it into a real thing. If you feel confused about all this then there's nothing I can do for you. I have no idea why I wrote this and I'm sorry if you didn't like it. I'm an amateur OKAY?!
Anyway, hope you enjoyed this incredibly disturbing short ficklet!
Oh, and here have the link to the inspiration of this (just take out the hyphens) xxmemoriezxx.-deviantart. com-/gallery-/34241519#-/d5711qx
I also give lots of credit to the Deviant xxMeMoRiExx for doing the inspiring picture. Thanks a lot for sharing your crazy talent!
REVIEW PLEASE! I need to know that I'm not complete crap at writing.