So, this is a fill to a prompt that I saw at kink meme...
Not a big thing, actually... AU! Human!Jack. Madness and slight non-con in the next chapters. This chapter is just an introduction.
Ann, thanks for edit it to me. English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistake that you can find here. I don't own RotG.
Enjoy please!
Jack sat on the floor, rolling around in sand while his little sister laughed, saying that he would end up with his mouth full of leaves. The boy then rose up. His brown hair was a mess, but his smile was radiant.
"So you better run before I can catch you!" - he warned, looking menacing, but the girl laughed even more.
"Jack, it's late, let's go home!" - she said, extending his hand toward the boy, who held it fondly.
The brothers walked side by side through the square, telling funny stories and making jokes, noting the reddish leaves falling from the trees, lining the floor like a carpet.
The autumn season always brought good memories to the Overland family: chocolate cookies, old movies on TV and warm hugs.
Every day Jack, the eldest son, after school crossed the city, going to fetch his sister who was still too small to be able to walk alone around town. It was a lonely and quiet path, if not for the bus noise and who was in it, but the boy did not care. The warm hug and smile that Emma gave him in the end paid all the suffering.
They lived in a middle class neighborhood in Burgess city –oh, his father always said that the place was born from a simple village under snow and that, from one day to another, had exploded in houses, streets, trees and buildings. Besides the humans who seemed to arise under the rugs, making the city as large as China. Jack always laughed at the man's stories, but he did not stop believing in them.
His mother was a gentle woman who was almost always busy. She taught in college, running all day to meet deadlines and still kept her family in order. Jack really respected and loved her with all his heart, although he did not know very well how to show that feeling...
They opened the door and entered the room.
Emma sat on the couch, turning the television on, searching something that would amuse her.
"Hi dad!" - Jack exclaimed as he climbed the stairs, going to his room and locking himself inside.
It was a simple area.
The window was next to bed. A huge oak wardrobe rested against the white wall furthermore the soft carpet and small furniture that served as table for Jack.
He lay down on mattress and grabbed a book from inside his backpack. He had to read it for the school, after all, his grades were not the best in the class.
The time advanced slowly, and when the sky was dark the boy's mother came home, bringing some food.
The family dinners were always happy and full of smiles, as if they tried to recover the time they were not together.
"Brush your teeth very well or the tooth fairy won't want it" - Jack told his sister, who stuck out her tongue before giving a playful grin - "Good night Emma" - he said gently, stroking her hair.
Jack climbed the stairs and entered his room, closing the door and turning off the light before going to bed.
It was the time that he was expecting.
Like shadows in the night, the slender Nightmare King body rose from under the bed, materializing like smoke in the darkness that was the room where he was. Not even a string of light.
Perfect. Consequently the annoying Man in the Moon would not have how to spy and judge his actions.
Golden eyes sparkled. A hunter who observes his prey before finally attacking.
Pitch stretched his fingers, releasing some of his black sand that collapsed on Jack's head, getting entangled in brown hair, navigating by the skin that was white as snow.
With a sadistic smile, Boogeyman watched the teenager fidgeting between the sheets. Black sand spread across the mattress, going under the blanket, intertwining in Jack pajamas, clutching the delicate body like a snake.
It did not take long to Pitch notice:
"Oh, you are not dreaming?"
He leaned down at the teen height, ordering the black sand to involve further Jack's body.
Pitch loved when people were not having dreams.
He could not contaminate them with his nightmares and have fun with the expressions of pure agony, but there was something better to be done, something more entertaining.
It was times like this that the Boogeyman was free to explore a person memory. Walking through the sweeter memories and, finally, corrupting them.
Pitch chose a compilation of images between the boy and his sister, tinting the memories of black, creating a nightmare that his sand reproduced just above Jack's face.
"What a beautiful dream"
Commented in a sarcastic manner, watching the boy squirm in bed, clutching the sheets, trying to escape from the sand that held him firmly in place. Ropes made of pure evil.
"Oh, little... Jack"- the Boogeyman said the name that appeared in the teen's memories - "I am just doing my job "- and he smiled, showing sharp and pointy teeth.
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