Darkness was the only thing for miles. Usually the forest was filled with life. Birds and squirrels inhabited every hollowed out tree and would chatter away under the moonlight. However this night, the moon was nowhere to be found. The comforting glow that led lost travelers back where they belong...gone. It was an unsettling dark, unlike when the moon took a break to rest. For all things need to rest, even the moon. This night was different, the moon was supposed to be there, it always was. No one seemed to notice the moon's odd disappearance, not even the few who depended on its glory. They all kept on as if this was a perfectly normal night... as if the moon had never existed.
The darkness was the only thing left to fill the void of the moonlight. Menacing shadows crept into the crevices and extinguished even the light of the stars. The world's last hope at shedding light onto itself, gone in an instant. The whole world felt its loss. The inhabitants may not have noticed, but the Earth trembled with the sacrifice of its last protector. With the stars gone, the darkness and the shadows had free reign and it pounced at the opportunity.
Like dark wolves, the darkness scoured the Earth searching for life to call its own. It smashed through the windows of sleeping children and with one swift motion, surrounded them in ghastly darkness until their dreams ran off in fright and were replaced with fear. The children squirmed frightened at the sudden change and the darkness shook with silent laughter. Suddenly, as if being called upon, the darkness recalled from the world. It ran into a small amount of forest bringing its newly obtained fear with it.
The dark wolves raced against time making it to their destination in a matter of minutes. As if on cue, a dark hunched over figure materialized from the trees, stopping the darkness in its tracks. The figure reached out a bony hand and began to stroke the wild wolves, absorbing the fear they brought and allowing it to fill him with power and strength. As the fear filled him, his body stretched, mending itself to its former glory. His skin turned from a deathly white to a healthy grey and his disheveled hair turned back from grey, into its usual midnight black. He stood up straight and stretched out his rejuvenated muscles, reveling in his newfound strength and power.
"It is time" The figure croaked, experimenting with his newly returned voice. A second figure materialized out from the trees and joined the first.
"Right on time." The first figure stated calmly still stroking the darkness. The second figure watched the dark wolves warily before addressing the first.
"Pitch Black I presume?" He said with false confidence.
"Of Course." Pitch sighed tiredly, "What does your master want?" The second figure hesitated, glancing at the wolves a second time. Pitch sighed again "We can smell your fear." He said offhandedly.
"W-What?" The other person snapped his head towards Pitch.
"Need I spell it out for you? We. Smell. Your. Fear… I suggest you at least attempt to show bravery or else you may return to your master as a lifeless husk."
The person shivered and attempted to compose himself. After all, he had faced worse before. "M-My master extends his hand to you in peace. He has a proposition that he thinks you will find most...pleasing."
"I'm listening"
"In short, you help us with our problems, we help you with yours."
Pitch withdrew his hand from the darkness and stroked his chin in thought. An alliance this powerful could prove very beneficial for him.
"I'm in."