"I've been sleeping three months?" I asked, stretching my limbs.

"Yeah. We thought we were gonna have to pull a Sleeping Beauty on you," Hysteria let out an impish laugh, "except, you know, nobody truly loves you."

The adreniline I'd lost suddenly coursed through my veins as my jaw tightened. Hysteria always said stupid stuff like that. "Anyway. How was your client-thing?" I asked through gritted teeth.

Phobia sighed. "It went better than I thought it would. We've been working from the first night, nonstop."

"Do I want to know what you're doing?" I asked, crossing my arms to try and fend off the cold air.

"No, I don't think you'd like to," Phobia continued, his head held high against the wind.

"Oh, but I think you'd love to know," Hysteria laughed near my ear. "Would you, Davey? Would you like to know? Is the curiousity positively killing you on the inside?"

I rolled my eyes. "Don't."

"We're-"

"Hyster," Phobia warned, but Hysertia was a roll.

"-sending out attacks. It's amazing how fast they travel!" Hysteria let out a shrieking laugh.

"Wait. You're ... you're doing it again?" I asked, whirling on Phobia and stabbing my pointer finger into the band shirt he was wearing beneath his leather jacket. "You promised-"

Phobia held his hands up in defense. "Davis, please, let me explain!"

"No!" I shouted. "You can't just give innocent people panic attacks, Phobia! It's wrong and cruel and I don't care what your explanation is!"

Hysteria chuckled. "Somebody's cranky."

I whirled on him next, shoving the ugly smirk from his face. "And, you! Turning people crazy! Just for the fun of it!"

His eyes flashed and he grabbed my wrists in his fists. "I don't do it for the fun of it, Davey. I do it because I can. What can you do? You get the best ability out of all of us and you aren't even grateful for it."

"I don't want to make people's lives miserable! Mine was miserable enough, and both of you know that!" I shouted, my chest heaving.

Why was I even breathing so hard? I was dead.

Hysteria's gaze softened but his fists only tightened along my wrists. "I don't understand why you got the worst bit out of all of us. I make people go completely mental; I wouldn't say I enjoy doing it, but after three hundred and a half millenia of it, I've gotten used to letting those damned people embrace their craziness. All of them have it."

"Who says they wanted to embrace it?" I asked him, my glare cold enough to reharden his own.

He shoved me away and I stumbled into Phobia. Phobia caught me, but I pushed away from him.

"Davis," Phobia began, his silver eyes pleading with me to listen to him.

I shook my head. "I'll see you guys later."

"You do this all the time, Davey!" Hysteria called after me as I dissappeared in a patch of shadow. "You can't hide in the dark from all of your problems!"

"Just watch me!" I snapped back.

...

I envisisioned my old house, my old room, and suddenly I was standing in a room that looked completely unlike my own. The walls were white with pink butterfly decorations and there was a toddler bed in the center of the room. A little girl with choppy yellow hair lay slumped on her bed, a pair of pink butterfly wings sticking from her back. I pulled her covers over her and slumped down onto the floor beside the bed, my hands on my head, tugging furiously at my shadowy hair. I started screaming, kicking my legs, jerking my arms, crying out until eventually, my voice gave and I was left to silently scream.

A golden swirl of light caught my attention. I glanced at it, watching it twirl in the air and collect in a golden cloud over the little girl's head. I watched it, my fingers still gripping my hair. A content smile spread across the girl's little face as a golden bunny popped its head out of the shimmery cloud, its long ears twitching. I began to loosen my grip on my hair, letting my fingers slip away as I continued to watch the rabbit in her dream come to life. I sat, transfixed, as the bunny hopped out of the cloud and began to hop around the room. It grew in size, its ginormous feet causing giant clouds of sparkly dust to flood the room. My mouth gaped open as a little golden girl with untidy hair and butterfly wings-real butterfly wings, I might add, which flapped her into the air-suddenly came into the picture. The bunny held out his arms and the girl jumped into them.

In my stupidity, I hadn't noticed the room darkening. I was so transfixed that I hadn't seen the shadowy finger brush a grain of golden sand. The darkness began to infect the rest of it. I stood up, visions of the Bubonic Plauge playing in my mind's eye, as swirl after swirl of golden sand turned black.

The rabbit was infected first. He'd jumped in front of the girl, two suspious-looking boomerangs appearing in his front paws. He threw them both, but instead of the golden sand returning the black sand to its orginal color, they only sank into the black sand. They were flung back out, black as shadow, and connected with the bunny's paws. His golden arms began to darken, spreading throughout his body until he was covered in the black sand, from the tips of his ears to his furry feet. His eyes glowed with golden light and he turned on the girl, fangs flashing in his mouth, replacing his buckteeth.

I rushed forward, jumping toward the real girl as very real tears slipped down her cheeks as she slept. I heard her murmur, "Bunny?" as I pulled her off the bed and held her close to me. I tried to rock her, even though I hadn't handled a kid this little in forever, and really just ended up shaking her so much that she woke up.

She clutched my hood in her tiny fists, crying into my chest as I tried my best to soothe her. "Hey, it's okay, sweetie," I whispered, trying to rub her back without flattening her wings.

The sand around the room began to dissolve. The golden girl was swirled into a trendil of gold and shot through the window in the little girl's room. The ocean of black sand formed the figure of ...

"No," I whispered. "You've got to be kidding me."

The man I'd seen in my nightmare smirked down at me. "You've gotten desperate, Davis," He mused. "Comforting children ... How pathetic."

I placed a hand protectively on the girl's unruly hair. "Leave her out of this."

He laughed. It reminded me too much of Hysteria.

"Oh, Davis," He continued. "She's already a part of it."

He chuckled at the panicked expression on my face. "Oh, it's not your fault," He said, "It's the Guardian's fault."

"Guardians? I told you," I snarled, "I don't want anything to do with you or them."

"You'll change your mind," He began knowingly. "They always do."

I glared at him, holding the girl protectively against me.

A sick smile twisted upon his face. "You know, the only reason she believes in you right now is because of me," He continued. "That's why you can hold her. She's feeling fear, so much glorious fear, that she can't help but believe in you."

He let that sink in and I felt my heart plop into my stomach. He was right.

She was scared, absoluetely terrified, and she probably thought I was someone else. Someone she actually knew. I was invisible, after all. No one could see me. No one wanted to.

"Davis," He said, "Just think it over."

"Oh, I've thought it over," I growled. A piece of hair tickled my chin and I glanced down. The little girl wrapped her tiny fist around my thumb and readjusted herself against me. I sighed, staring down at her.

I glanced back up, desperate, and watched his smile grow.

"What were you saying, Davis?" He asked, leaning forward, a hand pressed to his ear.

I was about to answer when the bedroom door swung open. A column of light splashed over Pitch, narrowly missing me and the little girl. Pitch winced, jumping into the shadows the second light blazed against his skin.

A little boy with brown hair and brown eyes aimed his flashlight in my direction and stared at me, or more so, at his sister who was sleeping against thin air, as he would see.

I laughed nervously and struggled to pry her arms from around my neck. She was still clutching my thumb.

"Jack?" The boy asked. "Is that you?"

I continued to struggle to pull her away. "Kid, I don't know who Jack is," I mumbled, the girls' arms tightening around my neck, choking me.

I envisioned her arms as a hangman's noose, tightening, squeezing, choking me...

The little boy jumped onto the bed. "Sophie! Sophie, let go of Jack! Sophie!"

"Who the heck is Jack?" I asked when the girl finally loosened her death hold.

The little boy stared at me with wide brown eyes. "Jack. That's your name."

"No. It's Davis," I deadpanned.

The little boy shook his head furiously. "No. It's Jack."

The window was thrown open and my head and the little boys' whipped toward it. The little girl, Sophie, continued to cling to me.

Frost painted across the windows as a boy with bright white hair sat, perched on a windowsill, a crooked staff clutched in his hand. His blue eyes narrowed at the sight of me and his blue hoodie strings fluttered in the wind. "No. I'm Jack," He said, jabbing a pale thumb into his chest. He stepped into the room, bare feet padding against the wooden floor and stuck his staff out, aiming the crook at me. "And if I were you, Davis, I wouldn't make any sudden movements."

Why do Jack and Davis look so alike hmm

Writing the bit about Sophie's dream was actually really sad, because I knew it was something Bunny would really do and that he would do anything to protect her. God, writing fanfiction sucks when you're a fangirl

Thank you to Jayann for reviewing (I'm glad you liked it) and thank you to Blackhole134 for following this story.

I rewatched the movie and forced my friends to watch it with me (wow you have friends youre so lucky) no, all half of them did was complain and the other half was screaming and crying with me

Yeah, so review, tell me what ya think and I should update in a few days woo so see ya then