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Chapter update: 05/22/2016

Summary: In which Jack learns how to never get bored again.

04. Bored (1973)
Lightbringer

"Pitch, I'm bored."

It took him an entire minute to really comprehend those simple words, and yet he didn't really believe they had come from Jack's lips. Jack Frost, the definition of fun itself, couldn't be simply bored. Not when he was a devilish imp with a never-ending imagination and an impossibly energetic child that always able to create the most terrible, annoying tricks he could think of at the most obnoxius of times. Maybe the moon or even the very skies were about to fall over their heads at any moment, for there was no other reasonable or logic explanation for such a chaotic situation than the end of the world approaching sooner than later - and for once Pitch Black couldn't be blamed for that. Oh the joys. He moved to look back at the winter child, only to have his deepest worries confirmed. Jack was just half sat, half laid on the dark throne, with such a blank expression plastered on his face that for a moment Pitch wondered if spirits could get sick or if the world was really at its end, because that was the first time in their life together that he had really seen Jack Frost quiet and still for more than three seconds when he was awake.

"And I wonder why."

"I have nothing to do." The annoyed child groaned from his spot, not even looking up at the dark spirit. "It's too hot to go out, the mares won't play with me and you're too busy brooding over whatever you're planning to do against the Guardians."

Well someone was in a foul mood today, not that he could really blame the boy. It was insufferably hot outside and his poor mares were more than angry for being frozen over and over again by a winter child, but he had noticed something else. There was something wrong about Jack's tone and his whole posture and Pitch couldn't place a finger on what it was. Dealing with awaken children had never been his strongest trait and yet he couldn't just ignore that unnerving feeling nugging at his stomach as much as he'd like to. It was always a shock to see how much he had grown fond of the boy through the years, and what once had been a poor excuse of gathering power by Jack's fear had become a twisted concept of 'family' he still hadn't accepted completely.

"I'm not... brooding." The Boogeyman finally replied, moving close enough to stand tall and terrifying. Unfortunately Jack was too used to that old trick to care now, and the child simply turned on the throne to give his back to Pitch. "And you have plenty of things to do. Let's see... You can fetch us some tea. You can clean all the mess you've done in the library. You can help me skin those children the Nightmares brought home last night..."

And in that moment Pitch Black needed all his willpower not to laugh at Jack's absolutely priceless reaction. The child bolted around so quickly and so suddenly on the throne that he barely kept his balance as he turned, his blue eyes wide and shining in an adorable mix of shock, disbelief and fear. It seemed the boy would never learn, and that was what made things between them so tolerable, what made everything work so perfectly. After a few seconds of uncomfortable and heavy silence, the Boogeyman felt lips curling up in a shadow of smile, and every inch of Jack's body relaxed at the sight as suddenly as he had tensed up before.

"You're... joking."

"I have my moments. Now go make yourself useful at once or you will be skinning children for a week."

He had never seen Jack rushing out of a room so promptly before, leaving a trail of frost and panic behind him. And surprisingly, the winter child never complained about being bored ever again after that.

Well, it was worth it.

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