When Jack first met someone who could see him, fifty years had past since he awoke in the lake. For those first fifty years, he had stayed deep in the forest by the lake. After going into the village that first night, he dared not to return and get his heart broken again.
It was snowing softly when he first saw the man. In the deep dark of the night, he first thought it was a wolf. This was quickly dismissed when the figure started moving toward him. Animals never saw Jack. And if they did, they never hinted at it. But as the figure came closer, Jack saw it was a man.
The man was pale grey with black hair and dark clothes. He was the night without the moon. Jack peered, stick raised ready to defend himself, at the man- but he had dissipated. Suddenly, he heard a softly whispered "Boo" in his left ear. Jack jumped. The man chuckled softly.
"Jumpy?" the man asked, gliding away a comfortable distance before starting to circle around him.
"So you can see me," Jack confirmed, turning so he always faced the man. "No one ever has before."
This stopped the man.
"And who are you? I haven't seen anyone new in ages."
"Jack Frost." The grin got wider.
"And what do you do?" Jack flinched away a little. It was not noticed by the man.
"The snow... and frost of course..." Jack hesitantly replied. "And who are you?"
"Me?" asked the man enthusiastically. "Surely you have heard of ME. I'm Pitch Black. The boogyman. " He started to advance at Jack. "The nightmare king. The master of fear. The night itself!" He stopped right in front of Jack, but Jack stood his ground. "Everyone believes in me."
"I believe in you... I'm just not afraid of you."
