CHAPTER 4: SANDY'S FEAR

when both, Sandy and Pitch reached Pitch's globe-room, the dream-weaver was dumbstruck.

He suddenly stopped gazing at the black thing on the floor, in front of him.

He knew, he let down his defences along the way…but didn't know that his inner-walls crumbled so much

In front of him, Pitch laughed in pure bliss at the shock of the little man behind him.

"I thought y-you didn't need to sleep" Sandy pointed as Pitch smiled, he could pratically feel the wonderful feeling of fear, eradiating from Sandy, even if the guardian tried his best not to show it.

"indeed I don't" Pitch said with a grin as Sandy's thought was confirmed

He prepared this only for him!

Pitch moved closer to that thing in the main room until he was right beside it, smiling evilly at Sandy, who looked between the thing and Pitch.

"what you expected a gold-sand bed?" Pitch inquired, smile still present on his lips

"uh-" Sandy was taken aback "well…neither I expected this in the first place" Sandy finished, non-moving from his spot.

In front of the sandman stood a huge, old and black-sand made, bed.

It was very large….too much for his liking…and he was sure Pitch made it on purpose.

And, it was very tall, which made the space under the bed a little too much, expansive.

Indeed it was one of Sandy's worst fears…

How?! Very simple…

He had fear of the darkness so what's better than a black-sand made bed right in the darkness?!

Sandy was scared, and this time a lot…

He tried to hide it in vain…he knew Pitch already got inside his mind before but at least he hoped the fearlings-

Neither the time to finish thinking, all Fearlings smelled Sandy's fear and literally ran to the bed, hiding in the shadows under it…

Sandy's shock became annoyance as he looked at Pitch in a "great"-like stare.

Pitch simply stood there waiting for Sandy to come back to reality..

"hello?! Dreamer?" Pitch said, an amused tone taking over his voice "come here will ya?!" Pitch said, motioning with his hand to Sandy who took a step back and shook his head making Pitch's smile wide

"come on…we don't bite…hard" Pitch added as Sandy mentally slapped him for that speech but hesitantly got closer eyeing, hungered grey-yellow eyes shining at the sandman from under the bed, that seemed like ready to strike.

He felt like he was walking right into a trap….and suddenly stopped

"oh? You forgot rule 3 Sandy?!" Pitch said, smiling again "don't oppose the other's decisions" Pitch said, imitating the Sandman from before..

Sandy huffed

How stupid of him to remember him that rule…now he was in for it…there's no avoiding it.

(well then…) Sandy thought as he gently climbed on the black-sand bad, taking careful attention of any changing in his body before completely climb on it.

He made his way where two stuffed pillows were, fully alert for any threat.

Pitch sit too and took the other side of the bed as Sandy eyed him with a sad-like look

"what?!" asked Pitch, grin taking place again "you thought I would have slept as close to you as you were with me in dreamland?!" Pitch inquired as Sandy's look turned to annoyance and anger

"well…you're wrong!" Pitch finished as Sandy huffed, resting his head on the pillow and relaxing (as relaxed as he could have been)…

The shadows howled and the cages moved making noises that gave Sandy uneasiness…

He shifted and turned on the bed noticing that Pitch was nowhere to be seen. The sight made him rise instantly looking around to find the nightmare king, like a child in the dark when his parents go away without telling…lost.

2nd worst fear of the sandman: fear of losing in the darkness.

And that's how he felt…so scared right now…

Pitch laughed silently under the bed in awe…he felt so good right now…never been so strong, Sandy held such a magnificent fear…it was hard keeping the fearlings restrained.

Sandy calmed down a bit only to jump in fear at the sudden appearance of Pitch right behind him in a "boo" display.

3rd and last worst fear of Sandy: fear of the bogeyman…

Sandy felt exhausted.

All this fear was unknown to him and he felt drained and very close to faint right now.

Pitch must have felt it because he leaned closer to Sandy's face, curiosity taking over.

"you know?!" Pitch began "you look awful!" Pitch stated as Sandy gave him quite a glare in a no-really? Kind of stare.

Pitch laughed…but not his malicious laugh…a sincere one…like he heard a joke.

Sandy smiled.

He never saw Pitch like this before. Smiling in pure happiness. Even if that happiness came from his fear.

"indeed I cannot make another plan for your 4th worst fear" Pitch said as Sandy looked at him "fear of being corrupted right?!" he asked as Sandy nodded, eyes looking through Pitch from tiredness.

Pitch realized, he couldn't scare Sandy anymore, for the sandman had been terrorized for at least 8 hours by now….and didn't had the strength to fear anymore and so he sat down next to him.

"about the thing of me not being close to you…" Pitch began, a light blush could be seen on his cheeks if the Sandy wasn't so tired "I think I reconsidered that. After all, I enjoyed your company" Pitch finished as Sandy laid down, belly facing Pitch's chest for comfort.

Pitch gladly gave it, stroaking Sandy's hair playfully and slowly.

The movements of the bogeyman seemed to calm the sandman, who quickly fell asleep in the bogeyman's arms.

It was nice to think how Sandy was afraid of being corrupted by the darkness and still slept in the very arms of Fear. That thought draw a smile from Pitch's face who rested his head in the sandman's hair, breathing his smell while falling to sleep.

He didn't have nightmares that night.

Maybe it was thanks to the sandman's closeness…who knows?!

The morning after, Sandy woke up early enough.

When Pitch awoke Sandy was already leaving the place.

"going?" Pitch asked as Sandy nodded

"so?! Our truce is on then?!" Pitch began as Sandy simply said nothing "I think this has gone pretty good" Pitch stated "no more whip-kicking my butt then?!" Pitch asked smiling as Sandy turned with a grin and nodded at the question

"AND you'll let me do my job right?!" Pitch asked as Sandy nodded forming a warning-sign on his head as Pitch's grin formed again

"hehe…don't worry I'll not corrupt your dreams… too much" Pitch finished as Sandy fumed but recoiled instantly and headed for the exit.

"hey…maybe I-I could come with you" Pitch began "maybe, we could work together…dreams are good but a little warning in them is not bad as well" Pitch finished, blush re-appearing on his face as Sandy laughed at his embarrassment and nodded again…

A 8 appearing on his head as he motioned above

"ok…at 8 I'll find you right out of my liar" Pitch translated as Sandy nodded and waved goodbye

"bye…feel free to visit again" Pitch smiled as Sandy shook his head in face negation and left.

Pitch felt relieved….even happy….an emotion he hadn't felt since ages…

Maybe there were feelings developing for the dream-maker. The only thought brought back the lovely purple blush of before…

Indeed there were…

(author: THE END! Now I have feels! Darn….anyway hope you enjoyed and please leave a comment if you can…and if you have any questions I am here to answer ;))

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Me: you think somebody will comment?

Pitch: oh please! Who would ever comment something so awful?!

Sandy: (beats the crap out of Pitch) and thumbs up at me

Me:

Jack: they must! Or I'll freeze them!

Me: thanks Jack! You're always my saviour

Tooth: how can they not? This is (sniff) feelingful (runs away crying)

Bunny: thanks mate…now we have a crying-out-of-feelings Tooth to deal with (annoyed)

Me: ops…