Wilson
Pitch Black was moping (though he'd never admit it) around his cave/lair, muttering angrily to himself as his Nightmares watched anxiously from the rafters. Timidly, one of the sand mares walked over to its master, once close enough, it tapped its hoof to gets his attention.
"What?!" Pitch roared in its face.
The mare whinnied in shock, falling onto its rump and almost dissolving in fear; it panted before looked towards the exit. Pitch huffed before he looked as well and straightened in surprise; there was something bright in his abyss of darkness. Curiously, Pitch walked over and frowned to see it was a card with a teddy bear; it was white with angel wings and a gold halo. Pitch hesitated before picking both up. Pitch stared at the bear for a moment and then looked at the card.
Pitch,
I don't know why but a girl asked me to give this to you,
North
Pitch scowled, throwing the card away, he was about to do the same to the bear when he paused. Slowly, Pitch brought it up to his line of vision and stared. It looked just like-
A little six year old girl was sitting on her father's lap, opening a Christmas gift from her father himself. The girl oohed when it opened to reveal a brown teddy bear with white wings and a yellow halo. The girl giggled and hugged it tightly.
"Thank you daddy! I love it!" she said.
The man chuckled. "I'm glad, I love you," he told her.
The girl smiled up at him. "I love you too," she looked to the bear, "I think I'll name him-"
"Wilson," Pitch whispered, a lone tear falling down his cold cheek.
Pitch sighed and squeezed the bear gently. "I believe."
Pitch started, looking at the bear before he squeezed it again. "I believe," a recording said, it was a little girl's voice.
Pitch couldn't help but laugh as a few more tears slid down his face; soon his laugh became sobs. Pitch fell back, leaning against the wall, his arms wrapped around his legs. He looked at the bear.
At least he wasn't alone…
"I love you daddy."