Enjoy.
Alone
Pitch sat, slumped down like a sulking child on a broken dining chair across from his globe. He had first been smirking at the idea that one day there will be no more lights of children who believe but slowly his pessimistic thoughts had wheedled him down to the fact that his plan hadn't lifted off the ground yet.
He hadn't even gotten much of the Sandman's sand yet and that was a crucial part of the scheme.
Nowhere near enough sand.
Pitch huffed and nudged some debris near his foot, hard enough to send it skittering down the stairs on his right. He listened to the stone echoing throughout his home and realised how deafening the silence was after the rocks descent had stopped.
The stillness stretched on...
Pitch's face fell, his eyes now downward though he stared at nothing, his expression one of sad loneliness.
The Boogeyman; Nightmare King, Pitch Black was lonely and tired of being alone and hated for what he was.
Pitch closed his eyes, his hand coming to prop his forehead up as he leaned on it with a sigh, when would feeling like this stop?
Looks like today is going to be a bad day...