If there was any word in the world to explain the feeling between us as we walked around for the rest of the day, it'd be awkward. Very, very awkward. In fact, if we just hadn't tried to make conversation, we might've just been able to grudge through the day and not be insanely weird when he walked me back to my new room.

"So yeah… Look, I'm not one to walk around like that, so next time, ask TF or Bunny. I prefer to be alone." Jack had said for maybe the millionth time. As if I didn't already feel bad. We awkwardly stood at the door, avoiding each others' glances.

"O-okay. Good night I guess." I squeaked, wanting so badly for it to end. He looked at me, his gaze suddenly becoming extremely cold and distant.

"I hope so. With you here and all." He briskly turned and stormed away, leaving me there, staring wide-eyed into nothingness.

'WAHAHAHAHAHAHA' I flinched very violently at the sound of his voice in my head. I scurried into my room and shut the door, being snapped from my pained thoughts.

'Now THAT was entertaining! God, I should have thought of this years ago! I have only seen Jack make that expression when he was about to freeze my nightmares! That was GREAT!" Pitch cackled and I jumped into my bed, shuffling under the covers, hoping his voice would go away. He didn't need to rub salt in the wound…

'Despite the hilarity, that wasn't what I had planned for you to do! And what did I say about mentioning me? Or anything relative to being regretful?' He hadn't said anything about that. Liar. Jerk. Bully. As-

'Ohohoho, mad at me, hm?' I screeched, but bit my lip, not wanting to draw attention. I curled up under the covers. It was my head now. Not my stomach or chest. My temples. It felt like my head was in a crusher set on high. 'Oh, little Pumpkin, Sorry, that wasn't on purpose. It's just the nightmares. Eventually, you won't have them anymore, and you won't defy me…' He muttered the last part. What was all this about nightmares, anyways? And all the fairytale people?! He said he'd tell me…

'That's right! I did forget to tell you! Well, if you must know, little pumpkin,' he purred and my head soothed,' my name is Pitch Black, or the Boogieman, heh. I specialize in nightmares and fear, which you had a lot of before our death.' I gasped. Before I died? He knew who I was, then! May-

'Nope. No questions about yourself. How conceited are you?' He scolded. I didn't say or think anything. 'Anyways, pumpkin, Jack Frost is obviously the Guardian of Fun, Toothfairy is the Guardian of Memories and, blech, priorities or something. Sandy is the Guardian of Dreams, the Easter Asshole is the Guardian of Hope and the fat man is the Guardian of Wonder and Belief.' I honestly didn't understand. What did he mean, Guardian?

'Oh, you are so cute with your obliviousness. The Guardians are a group of spirits dedicated to protecting to children.'

"What?..."

'Ridiculous, huh? Keeps me from my own happiness. That's why I need you. With you, I don't have to leave the safety of my little hole and you are the on in the line of fire! Hahaha, seems so cruel, but right now, you're one of the main things keeping me still here. You're afraid and believe in me! It's so wonderful to be believed in~'

He wanted to be believed in? So he actually had a childish, normal desire? Strange. Pitch was mean, but he had a center of some sort. Something he wanted. I wonder why he doesn't like Jack specifically…

'Jack Frost,' he hissed, 'ruined my one big chance of taking over the world with my nightmares! Kept me from my happiness… Jack Frost is nothing but a heartless, dream thief. You can see that, right?' Pitch urged. Jack had been kinda rude to me all day. If I tripped he yelled at me for being clumsy; if I stepped on the back of his ankle, he'd call me names; if I lagged behind, he'd drag me roughly by my hand. But, Pitch was clearly not very good at picking manipulation tactics. He kept switching, and making me even MORE confused.

"I guess so… but it was only because I gave that nightmare… Pitch… What did you do to me?" A long pause before the dark voice infiltrated my small mind again. It's cold voice piercing my skull, sending shivers down my spine. His voice was so sinister and amused.

'Ohh, little pumpkin. Sweet, cute little pumpkin. Your soft little mind is like putty. Easy to change and morph. It didn't take much to plague you. Maybe a bit longer than expected- you fought- but once I have the strength to be able to go out and face Jack, I can control the minds of children like you. Children who have- or in your case, had- everything and every reason to be afraid. So delicious, it is. When a child falls into your hands like a gift. Seems North pulled through for me this year!' fell into a fit of laughter. I just laid there, wide eyes glued to the ceiling in utter horror. Control my mind? Was that why… He caused the intense pain by controlling me? He could hurt my insides? Without even being here he can send me into physical pain?!

'Not quite. The mind is a powerful thing, little pumpkin. All the pain; all the emotions that I have and will inflict on you are all your imagination. I could do it before, but if a child could believe it wasn't real, it was useless. Now, I can lock you mentality into a state that believes anything I deem it to. Like… A puppet!' He cackled again. I just stared at the ceiling, wanting to cry. I was afraid. I was horrified. Maybe it would've been better in the darkness. Maybe if I had just accepted my stupid fate, I wouldn't be in this situation! Pitch had complete control over my mental state, and could do what he pleased with me. I think Jack has a reason to upset, now that I think about it.

...NOTE...

Blehblehbleh x.x This was a bit confusing, sorry. I hope it makes sense. I suppose, I'm sub-conciously doing that thing where I make you understand and feel like the main character... Yeahhhh