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If Jack were a double agent…
"Pitch, you're- you're like my best friend," Jack said, hugging the reading Nightmare King around his thin waist as said Nightmare King dragged him about like so much deadweight, "Well.. okay, to be honest, my second- um- fourth- fifth best friend."
"Fifth?" Pitch asked with a vaguely offended edge to his voice, "Who the hell are the other four?"
Jack stared up at him, wide-eyed. What a keen, perceptive thing to ask. He could feel sweat forming on his body for the first time in centuries and the damning weight of his I HEART GUARDIANS locket on his chest, under the hoodie. Thinking quickly, he pushed Pitch to the ground, shouting, "My cover's been blown!" and leapt to the sky.
A moment later, he landed sheepishly beside the still blinking, prone Boogeyman and helped him back to his feet. "Sorry, I sort of overreacted with that shove." Jack brushed Pitch off and nodded, then fled the area once more, leaving Pitch shaking his head and picking up his book.
"He is," he said turning a page, "Completely unsubtle." Nodding, he walked off into the distance, until a tree intercepted his path, as they do, and he found himself once more on the ground, but this time, still in possession of his book. Holding it above him to continue reading, he concluded, "Completely."
