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~Skellington's P.O.V.~

Jack Skellington sat up in bed not being able to get the demanded sleep. He tapped his bony fingers impatiently on his bony knees.

"Hm." thought the Pumpkin King aloud. "I only met Jack Frost just today... he seemed excited to have been here, but yet he left without a sing word." He glanced at Zero, his ghost puppy, as he snored away with a bone tucked in a food bowl with his name printed on it.

"I know it has been only so shortly, but it didn't seem like him to simply leave..." pondered the Pumpkin King.

Not being able to sleep decided to throw the sheets off himself jumping out of bed. He walked along as his tiny feet patted against the wooden floors Zero perked up glancing at his master. Jack Skellington took notice and tapped his bony lap signaling Zero to follow behind him.

Zero barked with glee and followed the Pumpkin King. Jack began to examine the books on his shelf. He saw many under the theory of Christmas. He had collected all of them during the time he had tried to make Christmas his own holiday. It didn't exactly turn to be the Pumpkin King had hoped for, but it was an experience he will never forget. An experience just as meeting the winter spirit himself.

He ran his bony finger along the spine of the books and stopped on a book marked X-Mas Tales. He pulled out the book and began flipping through the pages slowly examining the images drawn into the book. He paused on a page labeled Old Man Winter. The Pumpkin King took notice of the old man illustrated on the page right beside it. Jack Skellington then began to read the page.

Old Man Winter, preferably known as Jack Frost. Old Man Winter is a mischievous spirit believed in by Vikings. He is said to spread winter wherever he travels. Causing storms and blizzards to strike wherever landing.

Jack Skellington examined the book's illustration. The old man wore a blue tuxedo with icicles growing on the very bottom. His hair made of ice and eyes blue as clear blue skies. He even wore black rubber shoes. Jack Skellington scratched his skull in confusion.

"This 'Old Man Winter' fits not any description from Jack Frost. Yet it says here he is known to be Jack Frost... This man is obviously not Jack Frost." Jack closed the book and returned it to it's place back on the book shelf. He glanced down at Zero who merely barked up at his master.

"And what is a 'Viking'? " Jack added letting his hand fall to his side. Zero ran off.

"Zero!" called out The Pumpkin King. Noticing his ghost puppy paid no attention to his call he sighed in exasperation following behind him.

When he found Zero barking at the window.

"Zero." Jack Skellington chuckled heartily. "What are you..." he trailed off seeing white crystal flakes falling from the sky. It was snow. A pile had already collected itself just outside on his window sill... Wait a minute... Snow?

"Zero..." Jack continued to stare at the snow. "It had never snowed in Halloween Town up until Jack Frost had shown up... If it's still snowing he couldn't have left!" Joy suddenly filled the his empty hollow chest. "He must be here! But where...?"

~Frost's P.O.V.~

Oogey Boogey had been blabbering nonstop about his plan to get back to the top of attention.

"Oh this is great!" Oogey cried.

Jack was hanging from the ceiling on chains. His wrists were beginning to turn an angry red from irritation. His muscles were sore and his shoulders were killing him. He had over heard Oogey talking about different ways to beat him. If he was being serious or only scaring him, Jack wasn't sure. Even if he was only bluffing Jack Frost had an overwhelming feeling that Oogey was NOT in the least joking.

Suddenly a sharp pain had struck Jack in the rib cage.

A scream built up inside him muffled by the gag. As the hit lowered it's tension it left a burning sensation behind and Jack panted heavily trying to make the feeling pass.

Oogey laughed as he held a large stick in his hands.

"I haven't even started and your fear is already feeding me!" Oogey took another rough swing at the winter spirit.

Jack Frost screamed behind his gag, but Oogey paid no mind to it. He continued to hit the winter spirit with every force within him. Finally a bone shattering crunch filled the air.

Jack's eyes widened taking in the pain that tore through him. Screaming until his throat had hurt.

"Oops!" Oogey said with fake sympathy. "I shouldn't continue... but I will!"

He continued to beat the winter spirit with all the joy that filled him.

Suddenly a voice filled the air. "Well what have we here."

Oogey took a pause and glanced at the source of the voice. Though he did not recognize the person. A man in a completely black robe. His black hair pointed in all kinds of directions. His amber hypnotic eyes stared straight at him. His skin was a pale gray. The smirk on his face seemed to be super glued on his lips. Oogey did not know who this man was, what he wanted nor how he got in there.

Jack forgot all pain screaming inside him as he saw The Nightmare King walk out from the shadows. His definition of nightmare had finally entered the atmosphere. For some reason Jack got the feeling he would not be liking the reason why Pitch Black had come to visit.

"Who are you?" barked Oogey turning his attention away from the helpless winter spirit.

"I am Pitch Black... The Nightmare King." Pitch announced still having that smirk plastered on his face.

"The Nightmare King? I don't care what you really are king of. What are you doing on MY territory!?" shouted Oogey.

"I couldn't help, but follow the beautiful smell all the way here."

"What smell?"

"The smell of FEAR."

Jack Frost cringed just hearing how the Nightmare King said fear. He said it like it was the most intoxicating smell. Almost as if it were his craving. Who was Jack kidding? Fear was the thing Pitch craved. He knew that much. He had never come exactly face-to-face with Pitch Black, but he knew their first encounter would not be the best.

"Fear?" Oogey said now sounding interested.

"Oh yes." Pitch smirked bigger. "FEAR! The thing that gives me power."

"Gives YOU power?" Oogey took a step closer.

"Of course... Fear is what makes everyone frightened of me... He who fear works with... will surely have great power." Pitch clasped his hands together.

Jack Frost watched carefully as they continued their conversation. They were not so much as saying the straight out point, but they didn't have to. It was clear what his goal here was. It was also clear Oogey perfectly understood that.

"Oh really?" Oogey continued gaining an evil smile on his face.

"Really." Pitch's smirk vanished to an evil grin.

"Then welcome aboard... Partner."

To Be Continued...

Ha! Cliffhanger! xD no actually the chapter was supposed to be longer, but I have to go v.v I shall update tomorrow! :D So expect it ^,^ Review! And hope you enjoyed! Updates tomorrow :)