I was going to write this for Hetalia, but I couldn't find characters that matched well enough and pitch just fit my bad guy so well. ;) Maybe one day I'll revise it and do it for Hetalia. :) It is a Human! AU (for now) so no powers and what not, really this is just an excuse to get me to type my story I want to publish :) lol
Disclaimer: I do not own ROTG :)
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The world was so gray. So dark and so, so cold. Just like every time I visited this terrible place. This world inside my head: My own personal nightmare. The long, slender branches of the trees swayed, reaching out to trap me in there world. They looked so much like hands. Hands that tore through my frost covered skin, reopening old wounds and ripping open new ones. I fought my very hardest. Desperately trying to get away from this place, which was rank with the smell of death and decay. That's when I heard it. That heart stopping sound. It was him!
"Frost..." His voice, like a sweet melody, pulled you in only to pull you down into the inky blackness: Drowning you. Like a Sirens call it beckoned, but I knew better. I turned sharply only to find bright yellow eyes staring back at...
"JACK! Get you no good butt out of but this minute! I mean now!" Waking up to *Cupcake, my crazy aunt's, voice and the smell of stale cigarets in he air. Great way to start the morning. Living the life. Yippee.
"That dream again." I sighed as I rolled out of bed. I had the same dream two months in a row. It always end at the same time, never letting me see anything but the eyes of my stalker. A firm smack to the head jolted me out from my thoughts.
"What was that for?" I yelled cupping my head between my hands. Auntie C snarled down at me, showing off her tobacco stained teeth. Dear Old auntie C. She has been my guardian since I was a little baby, ever since my parents died a mysterious death.
"I thought I told you to get up. You ungrateful, good for nothing. Ya got school, remember? When your back, you better have dinner on the table and the upstairs attic clean. We have guests coming over for a visit. They're staying for awhile. Got it?" I nodded my head as I slowly got from bed, headed out to take a shower. I slipped on my signature blue hoodie and comb out my stark white hair. Auntie C won't tell me why my hair is this color. Just another one of the many mysteries of this family. As I dressed I thought back to the man in my dreams. Who was he and what did he want with me? He scared me. Filled me with dread. *He was my personal boogieman.
I finished getting ready, grabbed some fruit from the bowl on the kitchen table and headed off to school. As I walked I drifted back into my own little world. A world full of giant talking rabbits, tiny fairies and magic sand.* Unfortunately as I walked, I wasn't exactly looking where I was going and ran into someone. That someone happened to be the Guardian High's worst bully, *Henry Miser, also known as Heat Miser. He had a terrible reputation for setting things, and people ablaze with fire.
"Hello Jackie boy." He said with a sideways smile. Showing off all the holes between his teeth from his years on the football team.
"Just leave me alone, will you?" He sneered down at me grabbing me ruffly by the hair. Just as he was about to slug me a man with spickie, black hair slammed him into the ground. I cracked my eye open just in time to see Henry being strangled by long black, grainy tentacles. The man beat Henry for what felt like hours. Every Kick every punch left me in a state of pure shock.
"Now, now. I can't have anyone killing this one just yet." My eyes widened at the sound of that unforgettable voice. I turned just in tie to see two yellow eyes staring back at me. It was him! The boogieman from my dreams! Finally, the beating of Henry stopped. Boogieman stepped over Henry's whimpering form and slowly walk over to where I was watching, awestruck. He tapped my forehead with his pointer finger and everything suddenly began to grow dark and fuzzy. The last thing I remember knowing, before passing out, was his voice. Smooth as silk, commanding me.
"Sleep now child. We will meet again soon enough." My nightmares were even worse this time around. This time I saw the face of the man who wanted me dead. The face of my own personal boogieman.
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* Waking up to *Cupcake, my crazy aunt's, voice and the smell of stale cigarets in he air. ….I could not for the love of me, figure out who to put here and she just seemed like a likely candidate. Don't worry. She gets nicer. :) In my original story her name is Gloria...
*He was my personal boogieman. ….he...hehe...boogieman...hehehehehe! Guess who it is! Come on! Guess!
* Unfortunately as I walked, I wasn't exactly looking where I was going and ran into someone. That someone happened to be the Guardian High's worst bully,...In my original story, the lead character is a girl and she can see fae, and other mystical creatures but believes it is all in her imagination. :) I couldn't resist! I had to make movie/book references lol
*Henry Miser, also known as Heat Miser....A little OC of mine. I don't usually like oc's but he has no main point in this story as of now. He might later though idk. If you can guess what classic character his name is taking from you get a cookie :)
Also, I am looking for some one to draw a cover art for this story if someone is interested. I would love any picture of jack being surround by darkness. If your interested message me :) I will give you full credit for it ;D
Well until next time my pretties. Please R&R as always :D
edit! The cover art shown is by writergirl142