Hey there! Hope you liked the last one :) Thank you for all of the reviews and favorites and so on, they make me happy :) Sooo yeah... Oh and in case some people didn't realize this... I may not have explained it very well... But the cut on Jack's foot it mentioned at the end of the last chapter was from earlier on in the chapter, when he said he felt a pain in his heel... Sooo yeah... Hope that might clear up some confusion ^^ Erhmmm... not really much to say, haha, except... I hope you like it! Oh! And if you have suggestions, let me know! Look at the end for the author's note, there's something important there.

Alrighty then, that's enough talking for now, onto the movie, Enjoy!

Jack was panicking a little. He'd left the kids by themselves, rushing instead into the sky, chucking the globe as hard as he could and shooting in seconds after it opened. Cold turned warm, and in his panic, hot. It was so uncomfortable, but he continued searching the workshop, asking every elf and Yetti in sight where the big man was.

Of course, he was in his small study, where his carvings were. Jack burst in, and North jumped, almost dropping the frozen piece he'd been working on. The large Russian turned to Jack in surprise.

"Jack! What is it, boy?" Just then, Jack paused. What was he going to say? Would North even believe him, or would he think that he was just pulling a trick on him? Jack faltered. North still gazed at him with that half-curious, half-worried stare of his.

"Er…" Jack started, rubbing the back of his neck and forcing his body to relax, "N-Nothing! Wrong room, old man. My bad." North observed him before nodding.

"Very well. Have nice day, Jack," he said smiling, before turning back to his project. Jack could tell he didn't believe a word, but the young boy was thankful as he closed the doors, leaning against them to sigh in relief.

That relief was quickly washed a way by curiosity and worry. What was that dream about? Why was it so real? And why wasn't it a nightmare, like the others' had? Jack shook his head and shuffled off to find another globe. Maybe going back to his job would clear his mind… Besides, he had to keep an eye out for anything strange happening… especially if this was Pitch trying to mess with his head.

The night came and the Moon rose, and nothing strange had happened. Jack leaned against the trunk of a large oak, staring up at the darkened sky with his breath visible on his lips. The town was peaceful, and Jack's staff rested right beside him so that his hands could rest in his sweat shirt's pocket. Jack gazed up at the Moon.

"Is this a test of some sort?" he asked out loud, knowing only the Moon would be able to hear them, "You haven't said anything since you made me a Guardian. Is this Pitch? Do you know what's going on?"

It was silent, as expected, and Jack sighed. He reached out to grab his staff and head back home before something caught the corner of his eye. The ice boy turned to see a shadow of… someone fleet away passed the edge of a building and out of sight. Jack frowned and took his staff in hand, jumping down to float harmlessly to the ground, the wind breezing about his clothes. His feet touched the ground and he immediately started forward. Was it a kid? Were they lost, this late at night? Jack turned the corner and saw another fleeting shadow as it whipped around another corner to the left.

"Hey!" he shouted, and ran after it. Down the streets and through people's back yards, Jack jumped over fences and followed the shadow, feeling more and more that this wasn't simply a little kid. Finally Jack flew after it up the side of a house, and through an open window. He stopped short once his feet hit warm carpet, his eyes widening. There in the bed of the small room lay a tiny boy, around five years old. Dancing around his head was the dark shadow, instead of the trail of sand that usually would be there. The dark black seeped over the covers about the boy's head, making him frown and toss in his sleep.

Jack stepped forward hurriedly, glancing around. There was no sign of Sandy's magic. The boy turned back to the sleeping toddler, glancing from his staff to the liquid-like shadows swallowing the top of the bed. It worked on Pitch, so maybe…

Jack touched the tip of his staff lightly to the sheets beside the boy's head, bathed in black. A moment passed, fleeting, before the color seemed to become richer. It thickened and swirled around the boy, crawling up the side of his cheek, reaching for his face. Jack gasped.

"No, no, no, no!" Jack frantically glanced around before, suddenly, golden sand appeared, twirling and swirling in the air. It reached the black liquid and just touched it before suddenly the liquid flinched away, pulling back. It was shoved away by the gritty, golden, glowing sand, until all that was left was the boy's happy dreams, the toddler's face smoothing and turning into a smile.

Jack gave a sigh of relief and smiled a bit, before it quickly faded. Right now, he had to get back to the others.

Everyone was waiting in the main meeting room when he walked it. His bare feet padded over to his chair, where he stood beside it instead of sitting down.

"I saw it," Jack said immediately, everyone immediately looking at him. North leaned forward, and Jack continued quickly, "This black liquid stuff. It was turning this boy's dreams into nightmares." North frowned deeply, and Bunny snapped his furry fingers.

"That's it, then! It's Pitch, it's gotta be!" Sandy frowned and shook his head, and his sand ran above his head, reenacting the liquid he'd encountered. Jack nodded and pointed to him.

"Yeah, what Sandy said. This isn't like Pitch. I mean… it was weird. It almost seemed… scared. It's a totally different vibe." Bunny scoffed, and Tooth gave a worried frowned.

"But maybe he's just scared of Sandy after what happened last time," she offered. Bunny immediately agreed, but North shook his head.

"No… this I doubt… Pitch is very clever," he began thoughtfully, "He would not come back unless ready… especially after what happened last time." Jack nodded, as did Sandy. Bunny crossed his arms.

"Well, the Man on Moon has not given us any direction, so until further notice, simply keep eye out for black stuff, yes?" North started, standing up, "Report immediately if you see anything suspicious. Until then, I bid you goodnight, my friends." With that, everyone went off to bed, a feeling of uneasiness hanging in the air between them.

"'Night, mate. Don't let tha' bed bugs bite," Bunny tossed to him meaningfully. Jack nodded.

"Yeah, you too. 'Night." Jack entered his room and shut the door behind him, sighing as he leaned against it. Tiredly, he tossed his sweater and pants onto the chair next to his bed, before setting his staff where it usually was and climbing into bed. Jack hesitated for a moment, trying not too think of last time, before letting his eyes close shut. Immediately he fell asleep, and was engulfed in blackness.

It was the same scenery as last time; his eyes began to adjust to the darkness, but he couldn't see any sign of the boy from before.

"Hello?" he called, and jumped when he heard the sound of his own voice bouncing off of the walls. Jack Frost turned slowly, letting his eyes analyze anything they could get sight of. In doing so, he also noticed that he was wearing his clothes again, his staff in hand.

Just then eyes appeared in front of him and Jack automatically swung. The staff sliced through black mist that disappeared in a moment. He turned swiftly and found himself face to face with the pale, dark-haired boy from before, a cool hand clasped tightly on his wrist to keep him from swinging again. Those eyes stared deeply into his, and Jack swallowed before speaking.

"Who are you?" The boy let go of his wrist and shoved his hands into his pockets.

"No one." Jack's eyes narrowed.

"Are you the one who's been giving all those kids nightmares?" The boy glanced away and remained silent.

"Who's doing it?" Jack asked, stepping forward, "Are you working for Pit—" A hand clamped over his mouth and he blinked in surprise. The boy glared at him and growled lowly.

"Don't. Say. That. Name." Jack pushed his hand away lightly and the boy took it back, placing it back into his pocket.

"Ooook, I'll take that as a no," the ice boy said awkwardly, "But then seriously… who are you?" The boy's eyes flickered to his once again before he sighed.

"I'm Shadow." Jack raised his staff.

"Then you are who I saw earlier!" The boy, Shadow, shoved the staff away and gave him a small glare.

"Stop pointing that thing at me."

"Stop lying to me," Jack shot back.

"I never lied to you."

"Not telling the truth even if you don't say anything is still lying."

"No it's not."

"Yes it is."

"No, it's not."

"Yeah, it is." The two glared at each other for a second before something like a chirp broke the silence. Jack looked up as two flapping black wings carrying a tiny, furry body whipped passed him. He gave a yelp and ducked, holding his staff above his head. Shadow chuckled and raised his arm, and dutifully the small creature landed on it. Jack blinked in awe and raised his head, lowering his staff as his eyes settled on what sat on Shadow's arm.

The tiny bat nipped at its fur and shook out its wings before turning large, inquisitive purple eyes to him. Jack stared in awe and the bat tilted his head in curiosity. Shadow watched the exchange with a smirk.

"This," he said, scratching behind one of the bat's ears, "is Echo."

"Cool," Jack breathed, stepping forward and holding out a hand, "Hey buddy." The bat sniffed his hand and then allowed him to scratch behind his ears, releasing a tiny purr when he did. Jack pulled back and smiled before looking at Shadow once again.

"So… where did you come from?" Shadow suddenly perked up, his eyes going wide. Echo's ears flickered, his eyes widening, also.

"Out of time," Shadow murmured. Jack panicked, stepping forward as everything began to blur around him.

"But wait! You didn't answer my questions! Is this real? Where are you? How will I know if this is real or not, and I'm not just going crazy?" Shadow and Echo exchanged a glance, before Shadow nodded. Suddenly Echo disappeared and reappeared just as a sharp sting sliced his cheek. Jack gave out a yelp and jumped back.

He jolted and he was back in his bed, breathing heavily. Jack Frost immediately stood and exited to his bathroom, feeling that he was back in just his underwear, and he didn't have to check to see if his things were in the exact same place he'd put them. Instead he entered the bathroom and reached for the mirror, seeing his snowy white hair and glowing blue eyes. His breath caught.

There on Jack's right cheek, were to small, bloody claw marks, just below his cheekbone. Jack breathed, staring at himself.

Just then there was a knock at his door and he jumped.

"Oi, meetin' again in two minutes! Hurry yer rear up, ice boy!"

Jack smoothed his white hair back and nodded, before leaving the bathroom to get dressed, grabbing his staff and adjusting his sweatshirt before rushing out the door. Leaving behind two small eyes in the shadow of his room to stare solemnly after him.

There we go :) Hope you guys liked it :D Yes, I have a question for all of you; would you prefer a clean version, or a more suggestive version? I will do either and most likely will do both, but if more people want a clean version, I can do a separate version that's the exact same storyline, just with a few... hotter twists ;) Nothing too bad, lol, but ya know... More rated T rather than K+. It's your decision, soo let me know in a review or message :) Welp, Hope you liked it! Who is this mysterious Shadow? Where did he come from? Is he really the one responsible for nightmares? How come Jack's powers only seemed to worsen them instead of destroy them like when Pitch was there? Find out next time! :D I hope you liked it, please review and stuffs,,, byessssssssssssssssss