It was a cold night, one where you knew jack frost was hanging around. An so pitch black was clinging to his shadows hiding from the young spirit, it wouldn't be much longer before winter was in full swing and the little brat would be at every corner ,stopping his every attempt at bringing fear into children's lives. brushing off the small snowflakes that had begun to accumulate on his still figure, he mounted a fearling and took off into the night. the sun would be up soon and although his power had risen tremendously in the last year from his defeat by the guardian's, he still didn't have the stomach to face the sun. Thought he had to admit , if only to himself, that twilight was his favorite time. It WASN'T pitch black and he could actually feel the slight shift in temperature as the sun began to make its appearance , it was the only time in his long life he actually felt alive. Though if you ever asked him to his face ( if you were stupid enough to approach the nightmare king that is) he'd always tell you his favorite time is midnight.
Just as he was begin to truly get lost in his mind a harsh and delicious wave of fear hit him, it seemed so raw and painful. He loved it already, turning his fearling harshly to the left he followed the waves. It didn't take to long before he found the cause. In the midst of the smell of burning rubber and smoke a small child stood in what looked like a head on car crash. It looked pretty brutal to even him, the cars had literally been demolished ,broken glass and random peace's of the cars littered the ground, oil and other liquids soaked the road, and the " cars" which were honestly more like smoldering clumps of metal, set around creaking and popping like a cours of lost souls.
The tiny child, which he couldn't believe to be over 5 stood next to what must have originally been the drivers side door , pulling at it with all her strength . which didn't do her much good honestly, he watched her. After quite a few more tries at opening the crushed door she finally stopped, and burst into tears. Somewhere in the back of his mind it occurred to him that she probably shouldn't even be alive, but the fear that radiated off her pushed it away. Slowly unmounting his fearling the nightmare king strolled over to the child, he planned on showing up directly in front of her keeping her in place. Its so hard to scare a child to the bone, if its running around. Taking the form of a walking shadow he inched his way over to the young child dragging his claw like fingers on the ground, making sure she'd no he was there. And it worked she stopped her crying and turned towards the sound with wide grey eyes, her body began to tremble as the sound got closer and closer.
hello? a small voice called into the early morning light. It was still so dark she thought and mommy wouldn't open the door for her. She didn't remember when the big truck hit their car, she'd fallen asleep before that and all she could remember was that they were going to grandma for a little while. since the nice officer man had taken daddy for a ride in the car with lights on top and he hadn't come home yet, she just figured they'd meet him there. when she woke up she was already outside of the car, the first thing she saw was the big moon and how pretty it looked an how safe it felt but it hadn't taken her to long before the quiet dark morning began to scare her. An now something was moving and she really wanted mommy, she thought of all the monsters that hid in the dark and there faces and bodies flashed through her mind but none of her monsters compared to the one that seemed to simply appear out of the inky black shadows. He was so tall with glowing orange eyes that made him look something like a Halloween pumpkin , his grey skin reminded her of the zombie movie her father had once let her watch with him, and to top it off when he smiled his fang like teeth faintly glowed from the rising sun . He was the true embodiment of all her fears, her little body had enough for one day and with a small chocked out squeak the child passed out.
Now pitch wasn't used to this, screaming ,shaking, crying and the occasional wetting of the pants were all normal. Though in all his years he'd never had a child outright pass out, it normally took a bit more effort on his part. something in his chest felt constricted and slightly painful, was this concern for this useless human child? Surly not, but something about the tiny shivering body at his feet did cause something to stir. Her fear, her fear had been so potent and powerful he could feed off of her over the winter holidays and never be caught by frost, he told himself as he bent picking her up. holding her in the crook of his arm he walked away from the scene and quickly mounted his nightmare, the sun was up now. But it didn't matter , he didn't fear it at the moment for the small child in his arms has shifted and was now clinging to the front of his robe. it was very distracting to feel touch after so long, it was a warmth that spread out, unlike the cold chill that came from his nightmare below him.