(A/N:) New story time yay! Hopefully I can keep up, but not without inspiration and reviews just as any other writer. This will be my own take of course Jack going dark, just well not exactly. For me I have weird thing with main characters being neutral/not on anybody's side in conflicts. Its strange. Anyways don't mind me just enjoy the story.
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Jack wasn't sure how it happened. Things seemed to happen in a sort of blur of falling into place without anybody, but him noticing. Well everything except Sandy dieing it was unexpected of how far Pitch would go for his dream of finally being believed in.
A faint smile appeared on Jack's lips, one too small hopefully for Pitch to notice. I was safe to say that Pitch was dramatic for the the plan he had in mind, but it was nothing like the one Jack had for himself.
"We can make them believe! We can give them a world that everything, everything will be-"
"-pitch black?"
"-and Jack Frost too. They'll believe in both of us."
Jack knew what to do, he just didn't know how far he wanted to shadows to consume him. He only knew he need them for when he wanted and needed to do. Manny be damned.
With a false hesitant voice Jack said, "I-I accept. I accept your offer." Jack hoped his voice sounded convincing or else everything would fall apart.
Greatfully, a rueful smile crossed Pitch's lips. "You have no idea how pleased I am Jack." Holding his cane closer to himself, Pitch leaned closely to Jack's ear and quickly took a hold of Jack's hand. "Too bad for your Guardians isn't it."
Just as fast as the words left his tongue the dark sand and shadows spread all over Jack's body truly consuming him as he planed. The shadows and sand felt like sunshine across Jack's skin warm and inviting, but not burning...surprisingly. It was just the same once the dark sand got underneath his skin spreading throughout his blood and muscles. When it reached his neck and ears he could hear the shadows whisper to him just as the wind when it carried him through the air.
Right when the dark sand was about to reach his eyes and head, Jack with all his strength pulled out of Pitch's hold. Surprising the dark spirit he blasted Pitch's body just as forcefully away from him. Thinking quickly Jack flew over the strange frost and sand sculpture they made,flying far into the snowy tundra. A storm was coming soon so Pitch wouldn't dare follow him.
As Jack was flying he felt the sand try to spread further in his body, without Pitch the shadows and sand couldn't spread further so they settled that way. Swirling and accommodating themselves into the frost spirit's body. Every second spent flying into the tundra the heavier Jack's body felt and drowsier too. Gently, Jack landed on the snow. The air and frost was a beautiful contrast to Jack's entire body, it was warmer than he ever remembered it ever it being. It wasn't bad and neither was it really pleasant; none the less, the frost spirit's body was falling deeper from the new presence of the sands and shadows. With it Jack lied on the snow holding his cane closely and wistfully fell asleep.
