In light of it being...THAT time of year again, I decided to enlighten...endarken...you all to Jack and Pitch's mutual truce-induced nightmare that is the Cold n Dark arc in Mean Seasons. Featured here are the untold tales of Jack helping Pitch gain believers in Boise, and other places around the world, oneshots that enlighten you to the dynamic that's growing between the Nightmare King and the Personification of Winter, and even the occasional fluff piece.
So let's dive in shall we? Feedback fuels me, and is appreciated, so don't be shy!
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I gave him three weeks. He's never going to make it, I tell my Fearlings. He'll faiul, and I'll relish feasting on his chilled fear, taking my revenge on him and the Guardians all in one swoop. Remaking him perhapse, into my Prince of Niughtmares.
But then he made the annoying habit of actually following through and gaining me three in one night. THREE! In a single night! Then, I told my Nightmares, perhapse there is something to this wager after all. I do want to be believed in, even more than I want to be feared, and that's a whole lot. Perhaps this will be of somne merit after all. If that frost-spreading fool can gain me believers, I decided once I knew he was coming back to gloat over his progress, why can't I do it alongside him. For it has to be alongside him, because he accomplished in one night what I couldn't for centuries.
Frost had to be the key in regaining belief. There was no way around it, as much as I loath his very presence. So I told him as much, and he agreed readily. Eagerly in fact! He really is a fool. I could have been tricking him into a false sense of security and hope and he wouldn't suspect a thing. That's the trouble with hope. It can so easily build up...and just as easily be stripped to nothing. That is why I loath it. But adm,ittedly, what was I doing the instant he made his offer to me? I gave the rabbit a pat! I, the King of Nightmares, gave in slightly to that futile commodity!
Why? Why had I even dared to agree to his terms?
Because I have far more to gain if he fails. And I alone gain anything whether I win or lose this wager. These are odds I accept. That clever winter spirit knew this before he even came to me that day. Jack Frost is many things, and a good strategist is one of them. I often wonder if he may be a decendant of Rumple, the way he proposes his deals.
As I stare now at my own Globe of Belief, I see more purple appear I smile to myself as an idea is given to me by Frost's agreeing to help out in my nightly gains. Cold and Dark! What a glorious combination! Two elements that so nicely intertwine will finally come together to achieve a common goal. This, in the boy's own words, will be quite fun indeed.
Perhaps I will get my prince after all. He will at least, at the VERY least, start seeing things my way.
Tell me, how perfect is this unintended result of our alliance?