Pitch Black. That was all he could remember from his dreams. When he slept, he dreamt of darkness. It was just him floating silently through a place of never ending black. No light, not a sliver. The Nightmare King looked down and felt something freezing, but soft brush against his foot. It was familiar. The scent of winter filled his nostrils. But wait, this never happened before. It was only darkne-
THUD
Pitch woke up with his face against cold black tiles of his bedroom floor. A dull pain shot through his body as well as shock. It was not a pleasant way to wake up. Pitch picked him self off the floor and dragged his way into the bathroom.
Usually it was a fair temperature in his lair but this morning it was quite chilly... But the Nightmare King was dressed in just black boxers after all.
Once in the washroom, Pitch glanced at the mirror. He did a double take. Did Pitch really looked that sluggish in the morning? His hair was a mess and he had dark circles beneath his eyes from lack of sleep. The King of Nightmares barely had any time to sleep because he was busy disturbing the slumber of children with his nightmares.
It wasn't a big problem though, he splashed some water on his face and rubbed the weariness from his eyes. Pitch then, smoothed his hair back with his bony hands and yes he did feel a bit fresher.
Walking out of the bathroom, Pitch made his way to his wardrobe of many black robes and pants. But before he could dress himself he felt someone else in the room. He spun around getting his magic ready to defend himself. But instead of seeing an enemy ready to attack, he saw a bare chested Jack Frost sitting up in his bed and rubbing his eyes. Pitch froze as the guardian paused and looked straight at him. Jack's eyes widened. The realization of what happened the night before dawned on them both as they screamed in horror.
A/N: Hey so this is the first chapter of my fanfic :} please leave a review about what you think of it, good,bad? If so should I continue?