Author Notes: I forgot to mention that I am also a fan of Rise of the Guardians. This fan fiction is more or less based on Pitch Black and a certain someone who is not my OC. I just couldn't think of anything else to put. "This is scaryk26 saying: HAVE FUUUUUUUUUUUUUN READING!"

At the North Pole, Santa called everyone together to announce that something was wrong.

"Something bad is going on. I can feel it... in my belly." North said. Bunnymund scoffed,

"Not that again." Just then, it all went dark and an evil laugh could be heard from around them. Sandman recognised the laugh straight away and became very angry. He took out his sand whips and lashed out at the laugh. Nothing happened. He tried again and again but still all was dark. Then the lights came back on and a large black shadow could be seen floating around the room.

"You never give up, do you, Pitch?" Jack said as he flew towards the shadow with his staff ready to fire ice. The long shadow disappeared with another evil cackle. Bunnymund froze for a second then looked at North who patted his belly.

"How do you do that?" Bunny asked.

"More importantly: How does Pitch keep coming back?" Tooth asked. Everyone shrugged their shoulders.

Meanwhile, night had fallen over the city of London. Pitch thought that would be his first destination. As he appeared in the first house where the Sandman had just covered the children with beautiful dreams, he decided to put a stop to them and turn them into furocious nightmares. He went from house to house giving the children nightmares as he went by. Just as he was about to enter the next house, he heard music playing from the house over the street. He raised an eyebrow and flew over to the window where the music was coming from. He peered in and saw a young woman and three small boys dancing together. He let out a small smile and chuckled to himself.

"What a happy family. Dancing and laughing together." When the music finished, the boys started chanting,

"Guitar! Guitar! Guitar!" The girl shook her head and said softly,

"No, I can't. As much as I would love to, I don't want to wake up our neighbours. Maybe tommorow." The triplets moaned and whined but she saw past them. "No. Now go to bed or the Boogeyman will give you nightmares."

"Who's the Boogeyman?" One of the triplets asked.

"He's the anti-guardian that hides in the dark, waiting to give naughty boys and girls nightmares. Now go to bed."

"How do you know he exists? He might be a fake." She leant closer to them and told them quietly,

"Because I have seen him. I have pictures and drawings of him." Pitch's eyes wided slightly. How did she manage to get pictures of me? He thought to himself.

"Show us!" They squealed together. She sighed and took them into her room where she kept all the pictures and drawings of the Guardians. Pitch quickly and quietly snook into her room with them and marveled at the photos and magnifisant drawings that looked so realistic. She opened a drawer on her desk and took out some photos and drawings of what looked like Pitch Black. She showed them one by one to the boys and Pitch who was hiding in the darkest corner of her room trying his best to see the photographs and sketches. The first one was a picture of Pitch flying out the window then another one of his eyes from the corner of her room. A drawing that match the exact image and description of him. His hands were behind his back and he was looking over his shoulder with a sly smile, his hair sticking out to the side. Another photo of him walking in the street with a large black horse behind him. A few sketches of his head, eyes and hands. And finally two drawings of him and his black horse, one where he was sitting on top of it and the other was him stroking it's nose. She put them back in the drawer and kneeled down to the boys and said,

"You believe me now?" They nodded in unision then she hugged them tight and kissed their heads and sent them off to bed. Pitch was still watching from the corner and he noticed there was one more drawing still on her desk and he wanted to see it. So he waited till she went out of the room to check on the boys. He wanted to be sure she was gone so he poked his head round the door to see if she was there. She wasn't. He walked up to her desk and took the drawing in his hands. He smiled at how she drew him so perfectly. In the drawing, his shoulders were hunched up and his hands were out in front of him, he was smiling evily with his pointy teeth showing, and his eyes were showing the devil in them. He chuckled to himself.

"She's perfected every detail. And she's chose a really good pose that suits me well." He heard footsteps approaching and he panicked. He put the drawing back in it's place on the desk and crouched down beside her bed so he could get underneath it. But it went all the way down to the floor, and even he wasn't that skinny. He went to get up and find a better hiding place but he had no choice but to stay there as she had already entered the room. He panicked even more and was trying not to make a sound. She closed the door behind her and looked at the drawing on her desk, she chuckled saying,

"I've chosen a really good pose for him there. But I still need to finish it. Should I... Nah!" Pitch couldn't help the smile that crept onto his face but he held the laugh in. She walked over to her dresser and got out her pijamas which was a pair of black shorts with a matching black top with the outline of a horse on it. As she began undressing, Pitch wondered why it had gone so quiet, so he let his head peek over the top of the bed and quickly slide back down again. He never knew he could, but he blushed madly as he had saw her bare stomach and chest area. His eyes were wide with embarrassment and a slight hint of fear. When she had finished getting changed, she headed over to Pitch's side of the bed to open the window. He kept as still and as silent as possible, and hoping that for once she couldn't see him. When she reached the window he took this as the opportunity to head to the other side of the bed for better cover. So he crawled on his hands and knees to the other side of the bed and pressed his back up against it. He had never not wanted to be seen before, but, for his sake, he sure wished that she couldn't see him. As she turned around she caught a glance of his black spiky hair sticking out from the top of the bed. As she got into bed, she shuffled over to where he was and touched his hair. He felt it and froze for a second then slowly lifted his head up to look at her. They both started screaming and ran to seperate sides of the room facing each other. They eventually stopped screaming and just stared at each other, their eyes wide with fear.