~Protolog~

Tessa backed into the corner, shaking in fear as she cowered from the dark figure, Pitch Black. He chuckled from her fear and stepped closer, a smirk on his face. He had a plan. A plan to get stronger. All he needed was this little girl, and he would get stronger by her fear every day until nothing could get in his way. Yes, the boogeyman would defeat the Guardians now.

Pitch laughed and grabbed Tessa's arm and yanked her towards him. She screamed and yelled at him to let her go, but he just dragged her into the shadows as she struggled. She was so scarred, and he could feel her fear. Oh, how delicious it was. He hasn't felt fear like her's in a long time.

Pitch dragged the ten year old through the shadows and into his lair, where he shoved her in a cage and locked the door. He looked up at her as she crawled to the other side and curled up into a ball.

"Oh, don't fret my child," He said as he walked around the cage, "There's no need to cry."

"I-I w-want to-to g-go h-h-home!" she yelled with tears on her face.

"Oh, but you are home!" Pitch laughed as he touched her hair. She squeaked from his tough and scrambled to get away, but he tightened his grip and pulled her back, her head banging on the bars, "I thing it's time for you to go to sleep," he said as he summoned some nightmare sand.

"No! Please!" Tessa begged as she clawed at him to get away, but he already sprinkled the sand over her head. She went limp and Pitch let go of her hair and watched as she started screaming in her sleep. Oh, how good it felt to be feared. Pitch chuckled softly as he played with some of his nightmare sand.

"Oh, Tessa. What fun we'll have." He whispered.