Joy flew to a forest outside of town, wanting to get away from it all. Why should I trust them? They don't know me! I don't even know who I…am. She sighed; she'd only been alive a short time, how could the Guardians know anything about her? "Why so sad?" Pitch said from behind her.
Joy tried to ignore him. "Oh, the silent treatment, how mature."
"Go away."
"She speaks," he chuckled.
"What do you want?"
"I want to help you."
"Sure."
"Don't you trust me?"
"Why should I? You said so yourself you're every child's nightmare," Joy laughed lightly.
"I used to be," Pitch said sadly.
"What do you mean?"
"I used to, back in the Dark Ages. Children used to believe in me, they all feared me, even some of the grown ups. Such happy times for me. Then the Guardians came along and ruined it for me, bringing hope and wonder. Meanwhile I was written off as a bad dream. Now no one can see me."
"Was it really all that great? Being feared?"
"Yes, you can't even imagine what it's like being invisible for hundreds of years."
"All because they don't believe in you?"
"Yeah, it's actually rather unfair."
"Who said they needed to fear you though?"
"What are you going on about?"
"Couldn't they believe in you, but not fear you?"
"No, of course not! I can see why you're a Guardian, always looking at the positives."
"It's better than being negative about everything."
"I can imagine, but enough about me, what about you?"
"What about me?"
"You never answered my question earlier. What do you do that makes you special?"
Joy shrugged, "Apparently I help kids' imaginations."
"Sounds exciting, helping kids come up with ideas that they take as their own, never getting any credit."
"You don't know that!" Joy countered.
"How optimistic, but I do know. Children have been imagining since the beginning of time, did they ever think it was some magical being with fairy dust? No, of course not. But where will that leave you? An outcast like me, that's where."
"No! The Moon wouldn't have made me just to be forgotten."
"Oh yes he would, he's done it before, he'll do it again."
"No," Joy whispered, "I can prove you wrong," she flew into the air, back toward the town.
A child was outside with his mother saying, "What should I write my story about?"
"I don't know," the father replied. The child looked deep in thought until Joy sprinkled her dust on him.
"I know, what if there was a dinosaur and…" the child kept talking and Joy landed in front of them.
"Your welcome," but the father and child walked right through her. Joy gasped, "No," she breathed.
"See? They won't believe in you, but you can make them believe."
"How?" Joy asked cautiously.
"Join me, we can make them believe."
"You still haven't answered my question, why should I trust you?"
"Because unlike the Guardians, I know what it's like to be ignored. I know what it's like wanting to be believed in. And I have been working on a plan to become believed in. So what do you say, are you in?" Pitch extended his hand.
Joy shook his hand, "Sure."