Jack looked around carefully as he made his way through Pitch's lair. So far he hadn't seen the Nightmare King, but there had been a couple nightmares watching him earlier, before they'd disappeared. Jack presumed they'd tell Pitch about the uninvited guest in his lair.

'This could possibly be the best or worst idea I've ever had...' He thought as he eyed the numerous shadows in the underground caverns.

"Frost."

He jumped, before whipping around to face his quarry. Pitch Black stood a few feet away, watching him with an unreadable expression.

"Oh, there you are. How's it going?" Jack asked, resting his staff across his shoulders.

Pitch continued watching him, and Jack glanced around the lair as the awkward silence continued. Finally, after a few more seconds, Pitch spoke up.

"What do you want, Frost?"

"I've got an awesome idea!"

"No."

"Aw come on, you haven't even heard it yet."

"I don't need to, my answer is still no."

"But it'll be fun!"

"As I've said before, I don't do FUN."

"But what about last month; we had fun scaring everyone with that computer game, right?"

"Oh, yes," Pitch gave a brittle grin that was more bared teeth than anything, "And that bout of fun nearly cost me another tooth."

Jack could see the slightly bent canine even from where he stood.

"Look, I said sorry, alright. I didn't know Tooth would react like that, she's not usually prone to violence."

"Yes well, whatever it is you wish to do now you can accomplish without me. Now get out of my lair."

Pitch turned to walk away, but Jack flew in front of him.

"Come on Pitch, just hear me out-"

"WHY do you keep trying to rope me into your insipid antics?!" Pitch hissed, towering over the young Guardian.

Jack shrunk a little under his hard glare, swallowing, but he held his ground.

"Because you and I both know what it's like to be alone."

Pitch drew back in surprise, fixing Jack with stunned eyes. The winter sprite met his gaze with determination set in his blue eyes. After a moment, Pitch shook his a little and stammered,

"A-and…what does THAT have to do with any of this?"

"No one deserves to be alone for the rest of their life, not even you; and I'm pretty much the only one who understands that."

Pitch didn't respond, but Jack swore he saw a brief glimpse of hurt flash through his golden eyes.

"Look Pitch…I know what it's like to be alone, with no contact whatsoever; 300 years, remember? I know that's not much too however long you had to deal with it, but I can relate. Honestly, I really think there's something you could do to help the world, you just gotta figure out what it is."

Pitch was silent for a long while, and Jack cautiously approached him. The Nightmare King looked down at him, his face unreadable again, but Jack had the sneaking suspicion Pitch was reading him like an open book. After a few minutes, Pitch gave a small sigh.

"What were you plotting again?"

Jack gave a small smile, before turning towards the entrance.

"C'mon, I'll show ya!"

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"A movie? This is your big plan of excitement?" Pitch asked skeptically.

He and Jack were outside a theater, which was quickly filling up with teens and adults, all of them walking through the two immortals.

"I know what I'm doing, alright? Just look at what's playing tonight." Jack stated.

Pitch glanced up at the announcement board, eyes skimming over the titles, before looking back down at Jack.

"What about them?"

"Did anything catch your eye? Anything that sounded remotely creepy?"

"No."

"Pitch, come on…okay, did you see the Evil Dead one?"

"Yes."

"Everyone's been saying that it's super scary!"

"Your point is?"

"Everyone coming out of it is always freaked out, which makes it really easy to scare them."

"So we're back to allowing me to scare people?"

"But here's the thing; this kind of scaring can be fun! Just make it really dark, I can make it cold, you do your thing with the shadows, and BAM! Legal hilarity ensues!"

Pitch gave him a skeptic glare, but sighed.

"I guess it's better than being stuck in a hole for the night."

"That's the spirit; come on, let's go!"

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Half an hour later, the duo was in the back of the theater, seated on the edge of one of the balconies, their presence unknown to the people around them.

"Honestly, this scares people?" Pitch asked with a bored look in his eyes.

"This is the dullest horror movie I've ever had the misfortune of sitting through."

"Y-Yeah, dull…" Jack mumbled.

Pitch glanced at him, and noted that the boy had his knees drawn up with his arms wrapped around them, and his staff was gripped tightly in hand. His wide blue eyes were fixed on the screen.

"You're not scared by this, are you?"

"N-no, don't be crazy, this is n-nothing…"

Pitch continued to look skeptical, but returned his attention to the movie. Several times he noticed Jack jumping, and once he thought he heard a yelp. After about twenty more minutes, the movie ended, and everyone started filing out of the theater.

"Alright, so let's see…how about those two over there?" Jack asked, pointing out a couple walking towards their car.

Pitch studied them for a moment, before nodding.

"Great so…what do we do?"

"You stay here; you don't know the first thing about proper scaring tactics."

"Um, do you know how many windows I've frosted and drawn on? I've been freaking people since I learned how to use my powers."

"And yet I've never heard any horror stories about you or anything ice related."

"You just do your thing, and I'll do mine."

Pitch rolled his eyes, but nodded and vanished into the shadows. He quickly and quietly snuck up on the couple, drinking in the fear coming off of them in waves like it was sweet wine. How long had it been since he'd allowed himself to leave the safety of his lair and indulge in terrifying humans? Much too long in his mind.

With the simple snap of his fingers, every streetlight within ten feet of the couple flickered out. The woman squeaked, and tightened her grip on the man's arm.

"R-relax honey, it's just some bad light bulbs…look, there's our car." the man stammered.

The duo raced over to the vehicle, but before the woman opened her door, she yelped. Written in frost on the windows of the car were these words: We're coming to get you.

This elicited a rather high pitched scream from the man, and both he and the woman took off down the street. Jack was sitting on top of the car, smirking as he met Pitch's gaze.

"Who doesn't know how to scare people?" he asked.

Pitch rolled his eyes again, but had to admit Jack might have some talent at startling people.

The evening passed with the twosome repeating this process, with changes of course. Sometimes they'd scare people separately, sometimes they'd work together; either way, it was great fun for both of them. Jack would dare say Pitch seemed happy. It was hard to tell, as he'd never seen the Boogeyman truly happy about anything other than being close to dominating the world, and that was a year ago.

However, Jack was so focused on the scaring and observing Pitch, that he didn't notice anything other than that. He didn't notice the golden sand streaming above them in the sky, and he didn't notice the small golden man descending in his direction before abruptly coming to a stop. It was only when Pitch suddenly froze and stared at something behind Jack with wide eyes that the winter sprite turned around.

Sandy was staring at the two of them with wide golden brown eyes filled with confusion. The three immortals were silent for a few minutes, before Jack mumbled,

"I'm in soooo much trouble…"

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This story is going to be mostly a bunch of one-shots, all centered mostly centered around Jack and Pitch; hope you enjoy these stories!