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Art33mis: Ya, I was meaning to worry you all with the title 'Test A' and with the last cliff hanger. I'm also glad you liked the way I wrote the last chapter and I am sorry, but Jack will have to have at least one nightmare in this story. It's Pitch Black. (But I like how you asked for no nightmare! HAHAHA) I also hope you find some food and house keys!
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FlygonWriter64: I like how you thought that Sandy could play tug-o-war for the kid(Jack). That would have been fun to write! And even when I was writing the chapter I thought of ways for the Guardians to save him, but I had to write my idea...and that meant no rescuing.
. .head: No test B...yet. And thank you for saying Awesome...I think that is my favorite word!
OK...on to 'Questions and Answers'!
Jack was led into a small room with only a chair and another door off to the left. Pitch sat Jack on the chair and closed the door they came from.
"So what's your plan, Pitch?" inquired Jack, not moving from his spot, "Put me in a maze of doors for the Guardians to find me? Give them clues about where I am, like a treasure hunt? Slowly lower me into water to drown, unless the Guardians fight off your Nightmares?"
Pitch chuckled at Jack's ideas, "You obviously watch too many movies. I'm not going to make a huge challenge for the Guardians to earn you."
"Then what are you going to do?" asked Jack.
"I'm going to ask your friends three questions about you and if they get at least one right, they can have you back," revealed Pitch, with a stone face.
Jack stared at Pitch with a puzzled look. "That's it? That's your plan?" Pitch quietly nodded at Jack, "Wow. I mean, I thought you had a great plan to keep me hostage. But I see that you are not the best plan maker."
"Why would you think I want to keep you here?" questioned Pitch, as he walked closer to Jack.
"To keep me out of your way," stated Jack, "So that you can destroy the Guardians."
"While that could work," said Pitch, "I've given up on attacking them head on."
"Oh really," Jack said sarcastically.
"I've decided to show the Guardians that don't deserve to have so many believers. Take them out from the inside."
"What are you talking about?" asked Jack.
"They don't ever see the kids and all they do is bribe them with gifts" Pitch pointed out, "Surely you know this."
Jack thought back to what North had told him years ago, 'Ve are very busy bringing joy to children. Ve don't have time, for children.'
"Yes," Jack said, reluctantly, "What does that have to do with me?"
"Well," started Pitch, as he stood right in front of Jack, "I determined that the best way to show them this is by them finding out that they can't protect a child. You were simply the best target."
"Best or easiest?" Jack poked.
"Both."
They sat in silence before Jack broke the ice.
"So, what now?"
"I just need to ask you a few questions," Pitch turned, made a chair out of sand, and sat in it.
Jack stared at the chair with a look of shock and curiosity.
"You thought my sand only made Nightmares?" Pitch asked with a small smile, feeling a little smug at seeing Jack curious about his sand.
"I didn't know you could make furniture."
"I can also make clothes, pets, and more."
"Pets?"
"Nicer Nightmares that can shapeshift into other animals," stated Pitch, with a sense of pride.
Jack's eyes went wide. "That's," Jack stumbled trying to find the right word, "kinda cool."
"Kinda?" Pitch lifted an eyebrow at Jack.
"It would be cooler if I couldn't already do that," Jack sat back in his chair with a cocky smile, "I can make animals out of frost."
"I'll have to see that someday," said Pitch, knowing that his pets were 'cooler', "Back to the matter at hand."
"Right," Jack sat up, feeling a little more comfortable than he should be in this situation, "Fire away."
"How old are you?"
"It depends," Jack shrugged, "How long I've been a spirit or human?"
"Both."
"Spirit, 303 and Human, 14 years old."
Pitch seemed to be concerned with his answer, "You were only 14 when made a spirit?"
"How old did you think I was?"
"I thought you were an adult that was changed into a child, because of a child-like attitude. Not a real child!" Pitch barked, "I can't believe the Man In The Moon would make a child into a spirit!"
"Is that bad?" Jack asked, wondering about Pitch's response.
"Yes," Pitch said, definitely, "You're just a child and he left you alone for 300 years!"
"I've made my peace with it. I don't know why you're so upset about it."
Pitch paused for a moment, before changing the subject, "How many believers do you have?"
Jack's mood seemed to drop at the question.
Jack looked away before he answered, "Two."
"Only two?" Pitch was surprised at the answer, "I thought the Guardians would help you get more."
"No," Jack sighed, "They're too busy with their own believers."
Pitch felt the conversation get heavier and was worried about Jack's answer to the next one.
"Did you have any family when you were human?"
Jack looked back at Pitch, "What are the questions for again, 'cause they're getting weird."
Pitch was annoyed by that question. "I'm going to ask your friends if they know these things about you."
"Nothing else?"
Pitch shook his head.
Jack knew there was nothing Pitch could do with information about his family, but he still didn't want to say anything. Just thinking about his family for too long made him sad.
"Yes." Jack said blankly.
Pitch was afraid of that, "Who was in your family?"
Jack looked away for the second time, "Just my parents, me, and my little sister, Rosie," he said slowly.
Pitch felt his anger return. He may not get along with Jack, but no one deserves to be ripped from their family and ditched for 300 years.
"So, is that it?" Jack pulled Pitch from his thoughts, "You said you needed three."
"I don't know if I'll use these questions and I might need some back ups," stated Pitch.
"Fine," Jack huffed, knowing that he wasn't going to get away anytime soon.
"What's your favorite color?"
Jack started laughing.
"Really?" giggled Jack, "That's one of your questions?"
Pitch sat stone faced, "I'm going to see if the Guardians know you." Pitch waited for Jack to calm down, while wondering if this was worth the results.
"Blue."
"Come again," Pitch turned his attention back towards Jack.
"My favorite color is blue," Jack said, getting his giggles down.
"Favorite season?"
"Spring."
"Really?" Pitch was expecting Winter, "Why is that?"
"I have my reasons," Jack's reason was more personal than he wanted to tell Pitch.
"Hmm," Pitch studied Jack's face, "You better not be lying."
"I am not!" retorted Jack, "I like Spring, ok."
Pitch was getting annoyed with Jack, "Last question,"
"Finally!" interrupted Jack.
Pitch glared at him.
"What?" Jack asked, innocently.
"What are you a Guardian of? What do you protect?"
"You mean my center?" Jack was confused at that one.
"If that's what you call it."
Jack smiled, "Fun!"
Now Pitch was the one confused, "How do you protect fun?"
"Well, I protect it in children, but I also put it into the world," Jack proudly stated.
"That's all I needed," Pitch said as he stood up and turned towards the door.
"So, you going to get the Guardians," said Jack as he hopped out of his chair.
"No," Pitch opened the door, "I've long enough of a day dealing with you. I would rather not deal with upset Guardians, as well."
"You're going to leave me here all night?" Jack didn't want to be in Pitch's lair any longer, "There isn't even a place to sleep or go to the bathroom."
"That door over there is a bathroom and I'm sure you can sleep on the floor or in the chairs," Pitch quickly pointed out.
Pitch closed the door behind him and left Jack alone. Jack immediately picked up a chair and was about to throw it at the door, only to watch as it opened.
"Almost forgot," Pitch walked in to see Jack holding the chair above his head, "I was going to let you keep the chairs, but you've lost them." Pitch waved his hand and the chairs dissipated.
"What now?" complained Jack, dropping his arms.
"You have to agree to something."
"I'm not going to try out one of your pets," Jack jested.
Pitch glared at him, "You need to swear that if the Guardians fail all the questions, then you will stay as my prisoner."
"And if I don't swear?"
Pitch pulled out Jack's staff, "Then I will break this."
Jack thought about his choices for a while. 'Why does Pitch need me to swear on this? Is he going to make sure the others mess up? I shouldn't do what he says. But he has his staff.'
"Tick tock," Pitch held the staff in both hands.
"Alright," Jack surrendered, "I swear I'll stay, IF the Guardians fail."
"Good." Pitch turned back towards the door, "Goodnight," closing the door behind him.
Jack expected darkness to fill the entire room, but found that there was a small light on the ceiling. He walked over to the other door to see if there was a way out. Instead he found the bathroom that Pitch mentioned. Jack dropped his shoulders and used it before he headed to a corner in the back of the room.
As Jack settled, his fear from earlier, about the Guardians not saving him, returned and grew almost twice as big. He was scared to fall asleep. But as his eyes drooped, Jack hoped that Sand's sand would find and protect him.
And that was it! I loved writing this chapter! I was going to not write it or have it as and optional chapter(if that is a thing), but it sets up things for later.(Black3ist-Night knows what I mean) AND THIS FUNNY! I hope you know what I meant when I said 'he decided to go'...I did not want to write it down. If you have any questions, responses, or critics about the chapter, feel free to ask. Next is when Pitch tells the Guardians what really happened...not going to be happy. See you(hopefully) by Sunday!
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