Quick note before starting: I realized only after posting my first chapter that I forgot to put a space between "Story" and "Insert" in the title. I don't know how to change it, so it's just gonna stay that way. That's all I want to mention for now. Onwards!

Stars P.O.V.*

I open my eyes. I'm laying on the ground in some kind of lair. Painfully and slowly, I get up. I look around to see where I might be.

I can hardly see a thing, it's pretty dark. I inspect to see a hollow globe with glowing dots on it. It only has the continents, but I'm not gonna ask questions. I gaze out and see a couple of staircases and platforms that remind me of that one famous with the impossibly connected staircases.

There are cages hanging from the ceiling that are probably big enough to fit at least 5 people. Man, If Ivy and those guys were here.

Honestly, the whole place has this eerie feel to it that brings my guard up quite a bit.

"What have we here? A visitor?" an extremely creepy and mysterious voice says.

I spin around, looking for a source, but find no one.

"Who is this?" it questions while right behind me.

I jump and scream a bit, startled. I turn to see a man in all black. He had grey skin, grey eyes, and black hair. And the kids at school called me goth.

He looks confused. "You can hear me?"

I nod, still scared to even move.

He pauses. "Can you see me?"

This time I am confused. "Yeah…"

He smiles, revealing grey teeth. "Looks like one person still believes in me."

(Now, what I do next is extremely out of character for me, but I was so confused, I had to do something.)

I stand up. "Wait, what? What do you mean 'believe in you'?"

He laughs. "Where are my manners? I am Pitch Black, more widely known as the Boogie Man."

"Ohhh! So you are real. I thought you where something my mom and dad made up to punish me, but I always had a thought you were there in the closet with me every time," I comment. It all made a lot more sense.

"Huh," Pitch said. "I would ask, but I don't care."

"Yea, it's a long story…"

There was an awkward silence as I transitioned back to my normal self.

"Well," Pitch spoke after a few long minutes. "You're stuck here. Why did you fall?"

I am a bit startled at first, but then say "It's not like it was on purpose! I am the embodiment of the typical bullied kid scenario. She got some football players to drop me in this hole that lead me here, I guess."

"Huh. Usually I get suicidals, people like you are rare," he replies.

"Interesting, but understandable."

Another awkward silence. I am the shy and bullied one, so I'm not used to this type of interaction!

"Well, I gotta go. A lot of Boogie Man stuff to do," Pitch finally says.

"Oh. Yeah. Go do what you gotta. I'll just chill down here, since I'm stuck," I reply.

He teleports out. Boy, was that an awkward conversation. I wander a bit until I find the entrance hole I was thrown into. It's dark, but, who knows, maybe some is still up. Especially since it gets dark earlier this time of year.

"Hey! Anyone there?" I yell.

Nothing. Welp, that's not gonna work. I start to walk away when I hear a familiar sound. I look back up to see Sandy(the Sandman) coming down.

"Hey! Long time no see!" I greet.

Sandy waves at me. His sand shapes into a question mark over his head. I assume he's asking how I got down here.

"It was Ivy. You know how she wants me dead. Anyway, you should probably get going. You should keep making dreams. I know you got a lot to make," I say, knowing how tight Sandy's schedule can be.

He waves goodbye. I wave back and watch him leave. Shoot, I should have asked him to bring me out. Oh well, Pitch doesn't seem that bad. What's the worst he's gonna do, scare me while I'm sleeping? Well, either way, it's nice to see an old friend every so often.

I wander over by the globe and sit be the edge of the platform. I take out my notebook, which Ivy must have thrown down, and write some more about how Mallie and her friends defeat their foe.

After a while, I fall asleep. When I wake up, an old, tattered blanket is covering me. How odd. I look around. It's day again, that's certain. It is a bit cold, but that's probably just the early March air.

"Oh. You're awake."

I turn and look behind me.

"Oh. Morning, Pitch," I remark a bit sarcastically.

"Alright, since we had some sort of sleepover, what's your name, little girl?" Pitch replies with even more sarcasm.

He isn't wrong, I'm one of the shortest in my grade.

"Oh, right. I'm Star," I introduce.

"Star. Interesting name. It doesn't seem to match your look or personality."

"Well, my parents are great at child neglect, so might as well name me after an object and not a person, am I right?"

"Huh. So, how tragic is your backstory exactly?"

"Eh, that's about as bad as it gets. Unless you count me having almost no friends."

"Ah. Well then, I suppose you won't mind me ignoring you while I go through my daily routine and think of a way to kill you," he mentions.

"W-wait, KILL ME? Don't get me wrong, this isn't exactly paradise, but do you really have to mention it that calmly?"

"Yes! There it is! Finally!" Pitch exclaims excitedly.

"What? What is it?"

"Fear. The wonderful smell of fear."

Just then, a black horse comes in. It has glowing yellow eyes and a long, stringy mane that's flowing behind it. As it approaches me, I realize it's made of sand. My fear turns into fascination and wonder. I pet it.

"What's this beauty?" I ask Pitch.

"Wait, you're not afraid?"

"No. I'm fascinated. The only person I know with living sand is Sandy."

"Did you just say what I think you did?" Pitch says furiously.

"What, about Sandy? He visited me when nobody else would even talk to me. My only real friend."

He is super angry by this.

"You're telling me that fancy little dream-maker is your friend?!" he shouts.

"Well, yeah. I never went to bed until really late, so he'd come talk to me if he was bored."

"Oh no. NO! This can't be!" Pitch demands as he grabs my hand.

"Hey! What are you doing?!" I yell.

All of a sudden, we are outside the hole. We are in the forest next to the pond.

I turn and look at him. "Why? Why did you bring me out here?"

"I can't have a guardian's friend in my lair! You'll spoil everything! Just, go home and leave me alone."

Then he turns away from me and disappears, hiding in the shadows once more.

I stood in shock for a second. Why did he seem like he didn't want me to leave?

No time for that now. I should get home, Mom and Dad are gonna kill me. I start jogging off toward home.

Author's notes:

Hi again! I always finish these late at night for some reason *shrugs*. Anyway, like I said, let me know if there's something you don't understand and I'll try to clear it up. Anyway, let me know what you think!

-Osea