Summary
AU: Jack could admit that he was a bit of a trouble maker. Even sometimes when he didn't mean to cause any trouble at all, it seemed to find him. He pulled pranks, sure, because he had a streak of rebellion and a love of mischief. However, Even Jack has limits and he is not about to be blamed for everything that goes wrong just because it's convenient. And although no one believes him, Jack is pretty sure the culprit is the monster that lives under his bed. His only chance to clear his name lies within catching it and proving, once and for all, that he isn't a complete screw up. But what happens when Jack finds the monster and he is nothing like Jack expected. He's tall, brooding, intelligent, misunderstood, and quite appealing with his dark skin and light eyes. Jack finds that he just wants to be near him, monster or not. Slight ROTGxLittle Monsters Crossover. Black Ice.
Preface
Jack was, hilariously, surprised that he was even surprised; that he had the room for it at this point. He was even more surprised that he had the space in his head at all for coherent thought, at least for now, considering he was absolutely terrified, and cold …so very cold.
When the darkness closed around him, it was slow, and, for some strange reason, intoxicating. He hadn't even noticed the shadows at first. It made Jack think of soft kisses given by a lover in the moonlight; kisses so unimposing, they might have been imagined. But Jack wasn't imagining this, he knew, because he could feel the darkness all around him and it was substantial, which was strange because as heavy as the shadows were, they also felt light, like wisps of smoke, curling around his body and floating to the ceiling.
Unlike moonlit kisses, sadly, there was not anything loving about this darkness. It was filled, instead, with despair and the promise of pain, but it was alluring all the same. Jack couldn't even begin to fathom what it was about this darkness, laced with suffering, which had him wanting to stay in it. He thought that, just maybe, there was once a time when he'd known why the shadows were so appealing, but the knowledge was lost to him now. Jack felt as though he were going crazy. He could already feel the shadows manipulating him, hurting him; like he were being burned and simultaneously recharged by electricity. The more time he spent in there, the more he wanted to be in there.
Jack had enough sense to know that he'd had this coming, because he had walked in here and offered everything that he was, to save the one that he loved. But he was dying and he was so sure, at first, that this wasn't how it was supposed to happen. He tried to think everything through in its entirety, but as he struggled to breathe and to stay awake through the pain of it all, he started to forget how he'd thought it would end. He started to think that maybe he was suppose to die, because if there was any other way this could have happened he couldn't wrap his mind around it; it was a phantom in his thoughts, and just out of reach. And anyway, if this wasn't how it was suppose to happen, he reasoned as he felt himself drift into unconsciousness, it wouldn't hurt so much.