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First of all, we must thank all the readers and reviewers… (especially the reviewers.) Anyhow, during the last chapter, Pitch had a plan that JUST might actually worked… if it weren't for his pathetic aim. (We hysterically laughed at the sentence.) What is he planning next?

'Your pathetic aim… PITCH, I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU CAN'T EVEN THROW TINY ROCKS PROPERLY! …And to think you're the King of Nightmares…'

Day 2 - Date unknown… around winter….

I, Pitch Black, King of Nightmares, can not simply believe that I missed that stupid throw. That was most definitely the perfect plan… Other than talking to him about his fears… that didn't work as well as I thought. But now, I have a different plan… I will team up with one of Jack Frost's worst enemies; The Sun.

The Sun… now that I mention it, he is kind of my rival too, considering that darkness and light don't go well together… But it is for a good cause. Both of us would have gotten rid of Jack Frost. (*Insert Evil Laugh Here.*) Both of us would benefit! …However… he might oppose me as well. This plan is more bound to fail than I originally thought. Whatever, I shall go on with this uncertain strategy. I might improvise on the way though…

The Sun, a yellow round ball of flames, and yet Pitch wants to have an alliance with it. It is an odd situation within itself.

Pitch stood in the shadows and spoke. "Oh, Mister Sun… Are you having a fine day?" With no response, he continued. "I have a preposition for you… you do want Jack Frost gone, yes?" "Well, of course you do! Who wouldn't want that brat gone? Well, a temporary truce is in place, if I may." "We could join forces and accomplish something that both of us long for."

As Pitch spoke, other legends (or other believers) may think he is insane… is he talking to himself? If you are that person, then yes, you are entirely correct. He IS talking to himself. For, Mister Sun, is not an actual being. Well actually, he is but nobody can contact him, or talk to him or whatever.

Pitch smirked before raising an eyebrow (more like the space where they're supposed to be…), "So what do you say? Shall we?"

After another quick moment of silence, Pitch burst in to laughter which consisted of slight insanity. "Of course, of course! That was a wise decision, my friend. Let us do well in this business."

Jack smiled, another day of successfully making snow days. Snowflakes tumble down to the ground. However, around the white-haired youngster (or elder…), time seemed to slow down as the delicate and precise of the snowflakes are clearly seen as they floated silently and slowly to the plush white snow below. Jack flicked his hand as a heavier curtain of snow came raining down. He twirled his finger and a few snowflakes turned and flew through the air and on to his finger. Then, with another motion with his hands, a shift in the winds came and blew the snow westward.

As he settled down on the nearest roof (successfully avoiding the salt on the pavement), he flopped down and made himself comfortable in the white blankets of snow and ice. Absentmindedly fingering an icicle that hung on the roof, he let himself have a tiny smirk at the sight below. Tongues were stuck to ice as they tried to drink from the water fountain, a teenager toppled down as another snowball fight began and Jamie Bennett and his friends sledding down a hill of snow before landing in a heap. However, his eyes squinted as he saw the shadow of the sled grow larger than the ordinary. He narrowed his eyes before hopping down towards the sled and peering at the shadow below. Moments later, the shadow returned to the original shape almost as if in fear. Another smirk danced across his face before ignoring the calls of the children and flew away towards a nearby tree.

Pitch Black smiled as he saw Jack Frost fly over. With a plan in mind, he disappeared again, only to reappear at the shade of a nearby tree. His smirk only grew bigger when Jack Frost decided to fly over.

He materialized out of the shadows to greet him. "Hello, Jack Frost."

Jack narrowed his eyes at Pitch. "What do you want Pitch? Here to redeem yourself after your humiliating defeat with your pitiful salt last time?"

Pitch ignored the comment before replying, "Oh no, why would I do that? I already have a better plan in mind."

Jack deadpanned, "And you just proved me right." Then he raised an eyebrow with a quick switch of reaction. "So what do you really want?"

"This time, I'm better prepared for you, Jack. A powerful companion that has strength equal to the wretched Man in the Moon." He gave a smile that ghosted over his face for a moment at the sight of Jack's bewildered face. Then he continued with his smirking expression on, "The opposite of him to be exact. And your greatest fear as well."

Seeing Jack's slight puzzled face, he chuckled. "Oh, my dear Spirit of Winter, you have so much to learn." He let out another chuckle before adding. "You see, Jack, who is the one who burns your feet when you step on to the sidewalks?"

"Uh… the humans?" Jack said confusedly.

"Correct! And…" Pitch paused. "Wait, what exactly did you say?"

Jack rolled his eyes impatiently and tapped his staff on the ground, causing some frost to accumulate. "I said…" he growled out irritably, "…the humans."

Pitch chuckled once more, "Ah, no. I meant on summer days."

"Well, the sun heats the sidewalks up, and it burns my feet. So what if it does that? It doesn't mean the Sun is my greatest enemy." Jack raised an eyebrow at the nightmare king.

Pitch disappeared once again to the shadows before appearing in front of Jack, "He burns you." With that, he began to circle the guardian of fun with the intimidating aura around him. "And once he's done with you, you'll become a puddle of water. Just a poor little puddle of water… where the Guardians will never find you."

Pitch shouted, "Now, come, oh mighty Sun!"

Clouds loomed over the sky, and for a moment, everything stood still. Then, the sky grew dark and light, fluffy snow began to fall.

Silence struck, and after a few seconds, Jack hit Pitch with his staff since Pitch just froze after saying the last words.

Jack, slightly puzzled, questioned Pitch. "You do know that no one knows if there actually is a guardian or person on the sun, right? Much less that we can even communicate with him or her. Besides, I'm usually in Russia during the summer, (or some where that's cold) because I can't stand the heat anyways..." He flew up and over to Jamie and the others, whilst saying, "Now if you'll excuse me, I have more important things to do, other than tampering with some, 'revenge-crazy' legend," leaving Pitch in dumbstruck silence.

You know when you're a Rise of the Guardians fan when…

2. You scowl at the sun, saying it was too hot, and start mumbling, "I'm sure this is why North decided to build Santoff Claussen at the North Pole."

We apologize for the long wait, and the previous chapter's 'You know when you're a Rise of the Guardians fan when…' because it was supposed to be something different. You can read that part again, if you'd like.

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