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~Chapter 2:Shock and Search~

"WHAT?!" errupted Bunny,"That bloody ape's gonna be a Guardian?! Manny, have ya gone mad?!" Jack took a step away from the Pooka. At times like these, he knows when he should back off. "I agree with Aster,"agreed North," How can fear protect children?" Bunny looked at North, fury consuming his eyes," Not ONLY that," He hissed,"Pitch tried to kill us off! And now MiM expects us to WORK with him?!"Jack glanced at everyone else. On all of their faces, fury, defiance, disbelief, and hatred were drawn. The Sandman particularly had a picture of dreamsand on top of his head, showing the time when he had been consumed in blacksand. Jack winced; every time he remembers that battle, a barb of guilt stabbed through him. He could've stopped Sandy from being consumed, he always wince that came from the winter spirit wasn't noticed due to the climatic arguement with MiM's choice. "We can't trust him!" "He can never be a Guardian!" "Pitch'll destroy rather than help!" As the arguement rised, Jack had a stroke of genius. "Um...I know how fear protects kids..." Everyone stopped their outbursts and stared at their youngest Guardian. "Tell us then, Frostbite," growled Bunny in a menacing voice, daring Jack to prove he was wrong.

As much as Jack didn't want to stand up for the Boogeyman, he had to convince them that they needed his help; what MiM had described to him showed that even if they hated Pitch, they needed to strike some fear and weakness into their new opponent. Gulping nervously, the winter spirit said,"Um...if there was no fear, wouldn't the children stop thinking before they do something dangerous? Wouldn't they try to do brave stunts that would kill them eventually? Like ice skating on ice that is super thin and drown if it breaks?" Jack shuddered at the memory of how he died; he died from ice skating too."Like if they try to see if they can run through traffic without being hit? You see, fear can sometimes be a GOOD(he had to choke the word 'good' out) thing!" It took a while for everyone to ponder this fact, but, eventually, all of the Guardians admitted he was right. Fear COULD be good if it wanted to...was it the same for Pitch? "Okay then, lets go get the Boogeyman," said the Russian grudgingly, heading toward his sleigh. One by one, the rest of the Guardians went after him until Aster was left. "No bloody way am I going on that freakin' show pony's sleigh," Bunny muttered as he opened one of his burrows and hopped in it.

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Arriving at the worn-up matteress, the Pooka waited impatiently for the rest of the group to show up; it's been 30 minutes for pizza's sake! Then, he saw a small dot in the horizon; the sleigh. Muttering to himself and rolling his eyes, he greeted the Guardians as they landed. "Took ya long enough. Now lets get that emo out of the crap hole," Bunny growled as he walked toward the mattress and tossed it aside. Surrounding the hole, the Gaurdians jumped one by one down the hole, each being swallowed in shadows once entering.

Sandy was the only thing emitting light in the dark lair of the Nightmare King; his golden sand glowed bright. Looking around, Aster asked,"Is everyone here?" He got a chorus of yesses from his companions. "Okay, everyone's here then; lets go find him." Sandman made a torch of dreamsand to light up the whole room in a golden light. They saw lumps of black sand littered across the floor, including one near a lump of back; Pitch Black. He seemed to be curled up in a ball in the corner of the room, as if defending himself or sleeping. No one dared to make a move for a while. Who would want to meet the person that almost killed them, anyway? Creeping closer, Sandy held out his torch to Pitch to get a better look. The Nightmare King hissed in pain and discomfort. Apparantly, being weakened by the fight had made him more sensitive to light. The guy himself was in a bad condition, his hair was messy and his robe(*cough*dress*cough*) was crusted with filth. His eyes was closed in slumber which is strange since spirits don't need to sleep. That was before they all saw the glaring red and yellow eyes of the nightmares and fearlings that had surrounded the Boogeyman's shadow. Then they all realised something; after the nightmares had dragged and imprisoned Pitch, they needed a power source unless they wanted to turn like the pile of black sand. Simple solution: Force Pitch to fall asleep and absorb his nightmares. Sandy came closer and waved the torch at the nightmares and fearlings and made them scatter to the corner's of the lair.

Cursing the moon softly, Bunny stepped foward and picked up Pitch. All of the rest went back up the hole in silence.

One down, one to go.

~END OF CHAPTER 2~