So... I'm kinda nervous about posting this because it's not from Jack's pov. But, hey, nothing quite like a change of perspective for a minute. So here we get to see a couple other's thoughts on this situation. Also, we finally get a name for mister Sunset. Also, Since Jack can't talk, he's never actually "named" Baby Tooth, and so I named her Plume.


...Or In Which Mini Tooths Have ADD And Pitch Has Anger Issues

Plume doesn't want to leave. She doesn't! She wants to stay and help her new friend, but she's just a mini-tooth and she is very small, and Jack has already sacrificed so much to free her... but she can't just leave him alone! He's saved her twice now!

Think think think.

Wait, maybe one mini-tooth alone can't do anything, but Mother can help! Mother and her friends. They will help. They like Jack, Plume knows this, and they can help. She must believe.

Believe believe believe.

Mission in mind, the mini-tooth gives Jack a determined nod and flies off toward Mother. They will help. They must they must. Mother loves Jack's teeth - Mother thinks Jack is important. Jack saved Plume. Now it's Plume's turn. She must hurry.

Faster faster faster.

Jack is danger and Plume must make it to Mother and Mother's friends on time. She must ignore the strain her wings are feeling. It hurts hurts hurts, but she must go faster. She must save her friend.

Jack Jack Jack.

Will Mother still be at the Warren? What if Plume is too late? No, Plume can't be late. Faster, she must go faster. Mother can help. Mother's friends will save Jack. Jack is in trouble and only Plume can get help.

Help help help.

Why is this taking so long? She flies across the world for teeth every night. Why is it taking so long today? There! The Warren! Don't worry Jack, Plume is almost there. Faster, faster! Eggs are everywhere and it's so colorful. Where is Mother?

Mother Mother Mother.

There! There she is! Mother, Mother Jack is in trouble. He's in trouble and it's Plume's fault and they must save him. Hurry hurry hurry. Mother listen Jack is in trouble!

"Shh, little Plume. What's wrong? Where is Jack?" Mother asks.

Too slow too slow. Mother, Jack is in trouble. Evil, evil man. We must hurry. We must save! Faster Faster!

"Jack's in trouble?" Mother repeats.

"What's up with Frostbite?" Mother's friends the Easter Bunny asks, suddenly interested.

"Plume says Jack's in trouble," Mother translates, "What happened to him?"

Plume doesn't know. Evil, evil man. Jack traded, saved her. They must hurry Mother, faster faster! Come on!

"Alright. Let's go," Mother responds - finally! -

Come come come.

"Not that simple, mate. What about Easter? I can't just leave my eggs unguarded with Pitch on the loose!" Mother's friend explains.

How how how? How can he think of eggs? Jack is in danger! Plume should pluck out all his fur, she should peck out his eyes!

"Woah, calm down sheila. It's not like I don' want ta go 'elp Frostbite, but I've got to think about the world here,"

"Is Pitch attacker?" Mother's other friend North asks.

Evil. Evil. Insane man. Plume doesn't know him. Simply evil evil man.

"No. It's not Pitch," Mother explains, "But then how are we going to guard the eggs and save Jack?"

Hurry! Jack is in danger NOW! Why why why are they taking so long? Jack is hurting - he was laughing and now he is sad! Quickly quickly come!

"Who is it?" Mother asks, touching the single golden feather of Plume's forehead. Plume remembers. She remembers mad mad mad orange eyes and inferno hair. And Mother sees this, Mother can see all the mini-tooth's memories. She remembers Jack's face - smiling first, then sad sad sad. Jack Jack Jack is hurting. He is breaking because of the evil evil man. The man with the barking voice and orange eyes and fire hair.

Mother gasps and breaks the Link.

"G-guys. We'll have to take our chances with Pitch. We HAVE to get to Jack now!" Mother exclaims, finally realizing how much Jack must be hurting, "He's with Set,"

"No," Bunnymund hisses.

"But - that's impossible!" North exclaims, "Set vas imprisoned! He cannot get out!"

"Plume has seen what she has seen, and she saw Set," Mother shoots back quickly as a snake.

They must hurry!

"Yes, Plume, we're coming," Mother says with finality, "We must save Jack,"

The other two nod, and the three Guardians set out.

Finally!

Pitch laughs in delight as he watches the lights disappear from the globe in front of him. Finally, after centuries of waiting, planning, and preparing, finally he will get his revenge! The Guardians think they can eradicate fear without repercussions? Well, by the end of the day, they'll know better.

More lights are still flickering than he would like, but by the end of Easter, that will no longer be a problem. He already has in his grasp the memories and dreams of children. Once hope is lost, wonder will be quick to follow, and Pitch will have won. It's almost too easy. The moment he took his long-time rival the Sandman out of the picture, he could feel the spike in fear from the other three Guardians - fear of him - and he knew this little war was all but won. Of course, there is the little matter of Jack Frost...

Almost unwillingly, Pitch's mind flashes to the winter sprite he met at the Tooth Palace. He knows of Jack Frost - what spirit doesn't? In a little under two centuries, Frost has caused more chaos and mayham than every spirit before him in the last five millennia combined. Then, one century ago, he just disappears off the face of the planet. The boy reappeared almost half a century ago, causing a deadly storm around the world. Pitch recognized potential when he saw it, and the boy was powerful, a diamond in the rough. Pitch had tried to find the boy, but Frost was always moving, always just out of reach, always filled with just a hint of fear, and that is truly what caught Pitch's interest. He never could get close enough to figure out this fear of the boy's or how strong the fear was, but it was always there.

When Pitch finally met Frost for the first time at the Palace, he was shocked to say the least. This was the boy who froze the Summer Queen's castle solid? The child who stole one of Cupid's arrows and hit the annoying Spirit of Love with it, forcing Cupid to fall in love with a tree for a month?

The boy there was nothing like the spirit of legends. He was scared, singly holding more fear than Pitch could consume in a year. When Pitch sensed his fear from a distance, he never could have guessed how complex and dominating it was. Why, even his fears had fears! It was nearly intoxicating, but it was nothing like how he imagined Jack Frost to be. Jack Frost was supposed to be a simpleton with a knack for mischief; a spirit with straightforward hopes and fears that Pitch could manipulate.

Instead his mind was a convoluted mess, and the more Pitch thinks about it, the more he wishes to delve in and solve the puzzle that is Jack Frost. What makes the boy tick? What shattered his mind so? Back in the Palace, Pitch - still high off his small victory over the Guardians and reeling from the amount of fear the boy held - had been rash and in a hurry. He didn't get a chance to see anything more than the shallow and obvious fears the boy held - fears of being alone, unwanted, useless - and he didn't think much of it. Now he wants to see why. Why the boy is not only afraid of being alone, but afraid of admitting he is afraid of being alone, yet not fearful at all of dying. It is a puzzle that Pitch wants to solve.

A small breath of air ruffles Pitch's hair and he turns to reprimand whatever Nightmare decided it is a smart idea to stand close enough to Pitch to breathe on him.

...But nothing is there.

Cocking an eyebrow, the Nightmare King scoffs and turns his attention back to the globe. The nightmaresand creatures are a relatively new creation of his, and they are still rather uncooperative, trying to scare him so they can feed off his fear. Scaring the King of Fear. What a ridiculous notion!

Regardless, his nightmares are getting restless, and though it's a little early to start phase three of his plan, Pitch figures it can't hurt to be prepared now. He is about to group his nightmare sand together to get them in position to ambush the Warren when frantic chirping sounds out behind him. With a snarl, Pitch turns around to make true on his earlier threat to stuff pillows with the mini-fairies, but what he sees stops him.

All the cages in his lair are swaying, as if a strong breeze is blowing them, but the air here has always been stagnant. No wind has ever come here before. As if to prove him wrong, the small drift of air gets stronger, and soon the cages are swinging wildly, nearly hitting each other from the force of the ever-growing gale.

"What is this?" Pitch growls as the tempest hits him, forcing him to take a step back. Despite his best efforts, the wind is forcing him backwards, away from the frantically chirping captives and the creaking cages, away from his globe. Any of his new Nightmares that try to get close are immediately blown into pieces from the strength of the howling wind.

Pitch is just blown out the entryway of his globe room when he decides to put a stop to this, "ENOUGH!" He bellows, his voice is the voice of haunted souls screaming for repentance and tempting sirens calling humans to their deaths and it ricochets off the walls in the sudden silence that follows.

"What prank is this? Who dares mess with me now?" He calls out to the intruder he knows must be here - even if he can't sense any presence except that of himself and his fearlings. He won't admit it, but it is unnerving. He knows everything that happens in this realm. How can someone sneak in without his notice?

Instead of answering, a small breeze pushes against him, as if coaxing him in that direction. He scowls and narrows his eyes. The wind repeats the action. Slowly, a grin - though it's actually more of a snarl - forms on the Nightmare king's face. This miscreant wants to play? Fine, Pitch has a couple hours. It won't take that long to teach this poor naive little knave of a soul what it means to anger the King of Fear. Pitch follows the direction the wind is blowing.

It is a slow-going process. Whoever controls these gusts of air obviously doesn't know the way around Pitch's lair. Pitch often finds himself backtracking at command of the breezes, and every time he does, he grows more irritated at the spirit playing these games. When he finds the culprit or culprits, he will be sure to crush their spirits.

It's just as the wind guides him to the entrance of his lair - a process that takes much longer than it needs to due to the guide's complete incompetence - that Pitch recalls Jack Frost is said to be able to harness the power of air to fly. It only makes him more determined to find the puppeteer behind this game. If it is Jack Frost doing this, Pitch will take particular joy in sorting through the boy's fears, and then utilizing them to destroy the boy from the inside out.

Now that he is out of his lair, Pitch's guide seems much more confident in his leading, the wind getting more fierce with each step Pitch takes. It's almost as if it wants to simply pick him up and take him to his destination faster.

After a short walk Pitch finds himself at his destination - a clearing with a frozen lake. The wind circles around the Nightmare King once before stilling altogether. He's not surprised to find Jack Frost in the clearing, but he is surprised to find the state the child is in. The winter sprite is completely nude, bruises, cuts, and bites covering practically every inch of his exposed body. He's hunched over his staff and furiously ripping the bark off of it with splintered fingernails. Consumed as he is by his mindless terror, the child doesn't even notice Pitch's presence.

...Clearly. Pitch doesn't need to break this boy's spirit, someone else already has.

He expects the disappointment at the loss of his new puzzle, but he doesn't expect the sudden and all-consuming anger that flares up at whatever spirit did this.

And he certainly doesn't expect the pity he feels for the spirit before him.


Okay! Thanks guys for reading. We get back to Jack next chapter! Also, in case it was confusing. Plume (and all mini-teeth) don't "talk" per say. They chirp and what not, so I couldn't put her speech in quotes. Also, thanks for the feedback on my questions last chapter!

Truthfully, I'm all kinds of insecure about this chapter. Giving Pitch a role in this story was not in my original plan, but the Wind fell in love and from there, he just used his shadow powers and kinda crept up on me. And besides, who better to help traumatized kids than the one dude who understands everything there is to know about fear? ... Uh oh, this may be a bad ideas. Guardians, hurry and get there already!

Lastly (I swear!) Set. Set is an evil insane mofo. Seriously. He's messed up, and he was messed up before I even took him and turned him into this... thing. He comes from Egyptian mythology and... dudes he has issues. At least, that's what I got from the research I did. I'm sorry if I happen to insult anyone by using Set like this in this story...

Alright, now for the fun part!

I'd like to thank with all the grace of the moon those who favorited/followed my story!

AyameKitsune: Don't worry. I'm pretty sure everybody hates that guy, and yeah. Pitch's fearlings might just get to take a whack at him.

Qwerty124: Your name is super fun to type. Just fyi. Yeah, Poor Jack. I feel bad for him. I really do, even if I have the biggest, silliest grin on my face right now. Don't worry revenge will come...probably.

Utasaki N: I'm sorry. You'll have to wait yet another chapter to figure out what happened to Jack. I can tell you this: he got fucked up. Just when he was beginning to get better too...

Guest/Jackiefost: No: THANK YOU for reviewing. Well, the guardians will sure as heck try, but... well, I don't think they were quite fast enough...

Fumus000: Wow, well you picked up the unusualness of my feathers comment, but that wasn't originally a hint I was giving. Hope is the Thing With Feathers is an excellent poem by Emily Dickinson that I can't help but quote when people mention hope. Seriously, like it's a poem practically dedicated to Bunny. And a phoenix? Wow, that woulda been a super cool idea; sadly, no, Set's not a phoenix. I like phoenixes too much to use one as an evil bastard. Actually, my character Set is based on a real myth (an oxymoron is I've ever heard one) and you can look up his backstory online if you want, but I'll be explaining my slightly altered version of it later in the story. no, but seriously, the dude was messed up before I even took him and made him the mofo in my story.

Night-Fury1: Pitch, yes he can be. but he can also be very helpful if he decides he wants to help... Yeah, I figured the cussing wouldn't be a problem, but one can never be too sure...

Guest: Okay. Yeah, cool then I'll just maintain my t-rating until further notice. Thanks for your input! I might do gore later. Gore's fun.

EpicDetour9: Set is a bastard. And creepy. And insane as fuck. And cocky to boot. Honestly, someone just needs to drop him from a cliff and impale him. Slowly. Well, I don't think the story will get much worse than it is for a while so I'll just keep the rating the same until then. Thanks for your input!

LuvFiction Xxxx: Oh? I'm super curious! What was your idea?...but you don't have to tell me if you don't want to...

Guest: Another re-reader? Please excuse me while I break into deliriously happy tears. You people may think I'm exaggerating, but I'm not. Seriously. Tears. God, I love you readers. And thanks for the input. I'm just... I'm gonna... take a break and... bask in happiness for a bit...

I.F.T.S: Good. Set's not supposed to be liked. The Guardians would rather risk the world being taken over by Pitch than lett Set roam free. Seriously. He's that bad.

Final Syai Lunar Generation: Welcome to the madness that is my story! Yeah, I think all Jack Frost fans have this secret (or not-so-secret) sado-masochistic side to them that loves to depress themselves by reading Jack-torture stories. Well, good predators must have some kind of lure for their prey. Set's is probably his beautiful eyes. So, even if he doesn't deserve them, he still has them. Hmm, yeah, the guardians will probably go all bamf on Set's ass, and Pitch will probably join them... maybe. Or perhaps Pitch will take matters into his own hands... I like me some bamf Pitch...

LadyPsycho16: Yeah, I still plan on updating in the evenings... And I hope you can get your inner-fangirl to calm down. Nothing is scarier than a raging fangirl... except maybe a raging Pitch teamed up with the Guardians...

Lady dream-chan: Yeah! Yeah, you got this! Oh, and don't forget to get some of Bunny's chocolate and about ten tons of ice-cream. Oh, and a blueberry pie. Jack loves blueberry pie. Don't worry Jack. I'l give you to Lady here and you'll be in good hands. And naw, North won't mind, Just tell him it's for Jack and he'll be like, "Oh, vell then, take anything you vant!"

Rise of the Mean girl RotG MG: *Nods approvingly* Dark and Good are what it's meant to be, so I'm glad it is. I'll try to keep up my good work, but I can't guarantee that my genius will always be with me in writing my chapters. Meh, we all do what we can.

Once again, Thank you all. You're awesome!